New York City

She still couldn't understand why he wouldn't accept the fact that he was still partly to blame. He made the choice to go to the subway not them. But Razael suspected that most of it came from age. She remembered a time when she wouldn't have been any different from him. Having her son and losing her sister changed a lot of her perceptions of life. Then she heard some crazy talk about going to be shot with a dart. Yeah, maybe he had escaped from a lunatic facility. That make perfect sense to her.

At least until she turned around and actually saw the dart. Her eyes widened as she stared at it. But it never hit her. It seemed to have hit something and bounced in another direction. Now maybe he didn't seem so crazy after all. Something was definitely going on. Something she didn't understand. That didn't excuse his behavior, but she was willing to listen to what he had to say if he only stopped acting like a child who couldn't see or put blame where it belonged. Wow, I've grown up. If only sis could hear me now. I would probably be the one to put her in the grave this time. Her thoughts were morbid, but she didn't have much of a sense of humour anymore.

"I'm coming with you." She had a few hours to kill before she was actually supposed to be off work. Maybe she could still make it home in time and no one would be the wiser. She could always lie and tell her mother she had randomly decided to walk to work and wasn't on the subway when the accident happened. Though she wasn't sure how she would explain the gash on her forehead.

She followed other boy, the one who had been standing there when the dart had missed them both. "What exactly are you planning on doing? And... what the hell is going on?" Direct questions, but she wanted answers. She needed them now. If he could justify himself then at this point, she might actually believe him.

Matthew was incredibly hesitant with her, considering the fact she couldn't see it wasn't his fault. "Really, why should you? Because you don't seem to get that I will not be your little scapegoat. I didn't run into the subway, I was chased into it. Because those people who were chasing me, they had guns. They were going to shoot me probably, or worse. They are the actual reason I was running in the first place! For all of this! So EXCUSE me if I won't be your little scapegoat you can shift all the blame onto! Excuse me for trying to save my little brother! And excuse me for not wanting to be caught and/or shot!!"

Matthew had, more or less, just vented all his anger right there. He probably also said to much. But she just came up to him, started bitching, and tried to use him as a Scapegoat. He took a deep breath, and then, trying to regain his composer, looked at Claes. "So, we should probably get going......before more of them come.....". He then began to walk towards the hospital.......and his brother....

William was in and out of sleep. He had had a long day and all this waiting was taking its toll. The sound of footsteps caused William to jump to his feet before he had much time to think about. His body was running towards the door just as it was kicked open. He used his momentum and 'bursted' (Krav Maga) into the first man blocking a gun and punching him in the chest knocking him back Luckily it seemed they had not protective gear on. He he moved to the next guy as he stepped in and used a Polick Kaimau (Silat) to strike the next mans face and groin at the same time. The man got a open palmed hit to the to the ear and fell down cold.

It was hard to know who was more surprised these men or William himself. Suddenly he heard glass breaking from his room and decided to make his way downstairs even though it seemed backup was coming up the stairs as well.

"Better to be closer to the exit and the street," he said to himself as he dashed down the stairs leaving the groaning men behind with out a second thought.

Razael could only smile at him as she heard words coming from his mouth that she had heard coming from her own years before. "Everyone makes a choice. Nothing is ever completely out of your control." But he was pissing her off. It took a lot to piss her off, but when it happened even her family knew to leave her alone. "The blame lies only on yours and their shoulders. You made a choice to go into the subway or even to get onto the car. So excuse me if I show you where the blame lies. Stop being such a child and own up to your mistakes." Her hands were in fists by her side. She finally understand why so many people had gotten annoyed with her as a teenager.

"I'm only blaming you for the things that you had a hand in. Nothing more and nothing less. You are not a scapegoat for anything." By now she was gritting her teeth nearly grinding them. The loose objects around her were starting to lift from the ground, but she didn't notice. She really only wanted to bash the boy's head into the ground until he learned all of the lessons about responsibility that only came from growing older.

The sentence that got through to her the most, past the answer was about his brother. He wanted to save him. Well that was about the only noble thing he had said since she had started talking to him. "You're never succeed at the things you want to do until you grow up." She said as an off comment before he started walking away. His blatant disrespect tipped her even further. The objects that had been raised in the air flew towards him. She didn't know what was happening, but it was definitely getting her point across.

Matthew, who was trying to calm down, just went supernova with anger. He hadn't been aware of it, but his enhanced perception had been analyzing her. Her reactions, the way she talked, and whatever he spotted in her bag and pockets. Subliminally, so he had no clue what he was about to say was coming from. "You don't know what its like to be responsible for yourself, or anyone else! DO you! I have had to care for my brother for most of my life! I was experimented on for months and months! Have you ever been in a bus that was targeted and blown up! DO you even know what it is like to have responsibility!? DO you know what it is like to take care of someone else, BY YOURSELF?! You would make a horrible mother! You would NEVER be able to care for anyone? DO you have a backup plan for when it all falls apart? Are you thinking 7 steps ahead?! Are you even considering what would you do if you lost your job?! OR are you too ignorant to even have one!? There is NO choice when its either lose and die, or have a chance to live and help the people you love! Do you think you would even be here if your parents were there to be responsible for you! I wouldn't be surprised if you were a mother, who had irresponsibly got pregnant at 16!"

Electricity now was gathering at his hands, the charge he had left from the subway. "I HAVE HAD MORE RESPONSIBILITY THEN YOU HAVE EVER FELT IN YOUR WHOLE LIFE!". Now he had just punched her straight in the face, and then, in an attempt to avoid further conflict, tried walking away again, breathing deeply. He went toward the hospital. The amount of anger he had no, he might rip the whole hospital apart and the facility beneath it trying to get to his brother. That was his sole focus now. He zoned everything and everyone out except for Claus, and the thought of rescuing his brother. Well, and traffic. And where he was going. But that's it.

Everything he was saying only made the woman start to laugh. "I don't know what responsibility is?" The accent she kept hidden from everyone started slipping. "Boy, you have no fucking idea. My son is five years old. I lost my job that I've had for years because of you and your little chase. I need that money to help pay bills and give my son the things he needs. So don't tell me what responsibility is. You have no fucking idea. I watched my sister get murdered and I have blamed myself for years. I have another job now within the same day of being fired. So please enlighten me how I don't know what responsibility is. You know nothing about me or my life. And sadly everything you're saying to me is just a reflection of how you feel about yourself."

Razael was beyond pissed. She was a mother. She was good mother. Even her own family had said that even if they hadn't wanted her to have the baby. She had given everything to make sure he had everything he needed. "You have no responsibility for your own actions let alone the ability to carry someone else." Her voice was rather calm, but on the inside she was boiling with anger. When he went to push at her, he missed. Whether out of reflexes from her brother or whatever had stopped the dart from hitting her, his punch didn't touch her. But it was enough. "Your actions speak even louder than your shouting. You are a child trying to pretend to be an adult and failing miserably. Good luck because you will fail." With that, she turned on her heels and headed for home where she knew her son would be waiting and she could finally see the calm in the storm whenever she was around him.

William burst out from a side exit into an alleyway but he wasn't alone. The body of another man was pushed first and used as a battering ram as William ran him into the other buildings wall. The man slumped over groaning. William had taken out more than ten guys in the building.

"This is freaking insane!" he said as he tried to keep himself calm and his voice down. He moved away from the main street figuring there were plenty of cars out there waiting for him. As he ran his mind went back to what had happened inside. He had used several martial arts techniques that he had never seen before, but his mind quickly stopped and corrected itself as he recalled what he had seen on the tv. He had not been paying attention but his eyes had still seen what the show had to offer. He wondered about the show on Muay Thai and as he wished to perform a knee kick to the face his body righted its pace and he leaped high sending his knee into the air.

William continued to look around as he ran. His memory recalling where he had come from as well as the people he had seen with perfect clarity. He found himself back on the main road but, because it was closer to the center of town it was much more crowded. He slipped into the crowd quietly thankful that he hadn't changed into his pajamas and that the had been to preoccupied to take his shoes off.

He recalled the mess in his room again clear as glass but realized that was the least of his worries now.

(Kuroe, come and post damnit >.<. Avenger, OOC post in the OOC tab regarding this miscommunication I think we have been having. Merchant.......nice posting. Who knows, maybe you will find some papers on one of the soldiers/troopers that may or may not lead you to a hospital......now excuse me, I think I have to go hunt down someone.....)

Claes had watched the scene play out silently. To be quite frank, the woman scared him. She reminded him of a foster mother he'd once had. A perfectly nice woman, to be sure, but scary as a devil when she wanted to be. When the argument became more heated, he tensed. This was really, really not the time for this... Matthew had completely lost his cool, and, though Claes didn't know too much about either of them, he was sure that they knew about as much about each other as he did. Was now seriously the time to pick apart every little thing about one another? As the woman began to walk away, he sighed and, once again, hopped down the fire escape after her.

"Excuse me, I may not know much about responsibility, but... Now really isn't the time to be doing this, right...?" he said somewhat quietly to both of them. "I mean, We've got people shooting at us and stuff, and... Umm, Miss...? You probably shouldn't go off on your own..."

He was fairly sure that his little speech wasn't going to help them too much, but he could at least hope.

"Ma'am, I know it's pretty confusing, but right now we've sorta got to work together, I think... If only to figure out what's going on exactly. Matthew... Y'know what, this is really awkward, since I don't even know both of you, I think I'm going insane and there are people with guns who want to kill all three of us. So can we just skip the drama and shut up so we can actually survive and stuff? Er... Please?"

(sorry for not posting, busy week. Will post ASAP)

"Fine by me. I really don't care or want drama right now. Lets just go.....". He continued walking towards the hospital when a car crashed into another car after being distracted by all the violence which had initially been caused by this random woman coming out of nowhere. And, being New York, a variety of explosions came from this crash along with a few more crashes, killing quite a few people. In all this fire, Matthew managed to stumble out of it, but the air was filled with smoke.

He wanted to just sleep really. Or cry. He was holding it all in. All this energy, this anger, this emotion, he had funneled into saving his brother. He could see Claes, but no one else. "Can you see a way out of this? This smoke is too thick....." (Hint hint nudge nudge)


Meanwhile...


Ryan was trapped in a holding cell, accessing his cell's speakers to let him spy on others. That was his power. Technopathy. Ranged Technopathy, though it is more effective with contact. His little secret he had yet to share. For all they knew, he was just superintelligent. Thats when he heard one of them mention a "plan", some preliminary "testing", and "The Meta Bomb", while they had called their previous devices a "Meta Pulser". If Ryan figured this next part right, that meant a large bomb........and a large scale test......a large scale, city wide test......and this was not good.


(SOrry for short post, but I managed to get a good twist in to keep it going!)