Tony saw the man rise to his feet, his shoulder and collar bone healing back together nearly instantly. She was somewhat shocked at the speed of the healing, against such a brutal injury, one that would surely have stopped even the strongest person in their tracks. She'd never seen regeneration speed that fast, she saw the disc fly by her side and reached down into a pouch on her leg. Tony grabbed a shuriken inside the pouch, but before she even had a chance to draw it out the firey explosion occurred. The explosion knocked over a telephone pole which creaked and snapped as it fell, the flames illuminating her body and extreme facial expression.

Tony couldn't help but to look back, to see if those behind her were alright. She looked at rose and prompted her to exit the alley, with a swift head motion. "You need to leave now." She turned her head back as she said those words and pulled the shuriken from the pouch thrusting her arm forward. She propelled the razor sharp star shaped projectile with a snap of her wrist, it was aimed for 32's goggles hoping to shatter them and harm his vision.

Tony wanted to put his focus on her, not the other individuals and planted her feet firmly between him and anyone behind her. She was aware that the explosion would draw attention of those nearby, to her it didn't matter as long as this dangerous man threatened innocent lives. Her mind was steeled to the violence, her soul calm her expression focused. She cared not about her own safety, it was the last thought on her mind as she recited the words of Buddah in her head. "Holding on to anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned" These wise words were simply to remind Tony that she shan't hate this man, he has his own problems and personal battles she thought to herself, she could not judge him but she could not allow him to continue these actions while remaining at peace with herself.

Ryu looked up when he heard the explosion, instinctively he started to move towards the blast.
Whatever it was, people were in danger, he had to do something, or at least that were the thoughts in his mind as in reality he was still dizzy and stumbling more then running.
"God freaking dammit" he cursed as he realized his state.
"Fine, drastic measures ask drastic actions, hopefully this makes things better" he said to himself.
From that point the silver colored metal seemed to began moving, much like how a symbiotic creature moves across his host, the skin on the lower legs receded, leaving the lower legs open aside 4 small thin lines to keep the feet silver attached to the main mass.
The receded mass took on a shape of a tail as back spikes and tail spikes started to grow and stick out, claws shaped over the hands and blades on the elbows and knees, from out the stomach to the sides to the back did 2 large flaps fold open and took the shape of something similar to wings, if wings were in a L shape with the outer parts seeming like blades as well.
The head also shifted, something like 2 horns shaped on the back of the head as the face section extended to make a mouth, then lastly the visors turned into a red color.
Due to the shape and change of the skins weight, Ryu was forced to stand more feral, but it fitted one way or an other with the entire dragon shape that he had taken on.
It was strange, but the increase of strength the shape gave did help lessen the dizziness, sure it was still there, but he could stand and move now.

Setting off from the ground Ryu super jumped and then glided towards the place of the explosion, landing on the roof near the ally.
He looked down, he could not see faces, and one entire part was fully red, the place the explosion happened he guessed.
He could not see anything that happened near the explosion at all, but he could see 3 people, one just threw something Ryu guessed from the movement.
He jumped down behind 32, behind them all.
The weight of the skin made a loud sound as he crashed on the ground, breaking the concrete slightly.
"Care to explain things" he said, his voice echoed in the mouth section of his face, giving it a more demonic or ghostly sound.

Things were getting out of hand fast and unless Viper cooperated, things would get worse. Kevin’s train of thought was quickly canceled by sudden chest pains in the enemy and the monk’s attack, topping it off by the fantastic sight of rapid regeneration in the agent before them. Kevin’s eyes widened at the realisation and things were being put together now. Was this him? Was this the product of Viper’s blood? Damn, if that was the case, this suddenly got a whole lot harder but he wasn’t going to lie. This was getting more interesting by the second. “So you’re the dog…” Kevin muttered beneath his breath, his fingers clenching tightly around the hilt of the katana. However, before he’d be allowed an offensive manoeuvre the bomb went heading for him and the woman standing behind him. This was bad and there was no time to waste. With clenched teeth, Kevin dropped the sword and threw himself over Dr. Douglas, sheltering her from the explosion. The pain echoing through his body was tremendous as his back was singed and torn off by the explosion. His jacket was quickly obliterated and the tank top beneath stood no chance. His skin peeled off from the heat and aggressive flames, followed by the meat below. Once the brilliant orange roar of the bomb had settled, Kevin’s ribs were clearly visible through his back though he seamlessly healed back together in mere seconds, leaving him unharmed.

He breathed heavily from the ordeal and attempted to stand but quickly fell to his knee. That explosion stole some stamina and left him momentarily out of breath. Needless to say, his clothes were destroyed, forcing him to strip out of his jacket and tank top, tossing them to the ground. “You ass…” He managed, stumbling back up to his feet and grabbed hold of the sword again which had been knocked closer by the explosion. Kevin leaned against the wall for a moment, his eyes not moving from 32. The rain continued to bash down against them furiously and would mask the impending foot steps running towards the direction of the explosion. This alley would be filled to the brink any minute. Such was evident by the new mutant entering the fray, a silver being Kevin hadn't seen before. "Fucking hell...this is getting ridiculous..."

[Equipment tally:

Hand gun: 15 rounds
Hand Gun 2: Unknown
Two knives]

32 rose to his feet in a fluid movement. He watched at the primary threat stumbled from the blast of his explosive, then fell to the ground. He was about to reach for a gun to finish her off when a star sharped blade hit and bounced the right side of his goggles, leaving a large crack. 32 reached up and pulled them off, unceremoniously dropping them on the ground. His dark eyes glared at the girl in the robes: hard eyes, inhuman eyes. His attention was diverted when another variant, some sort of mutant creature, landed behind him. 32 pulled both of his handgun and aimed them in either direction: one at the monk girl, one at the monster. He let off three deafening rounds each, not seeming the care in the slightest in the police heard and decided to investigate. This wasn't a covert mission. 32 had a feeling that mutants being plastered on the late night news after a massive alley fight would please Murphy, anyway.

While shooting, his eyes rolled back onto the target. He re-holstered his guns, the smell of gun power in the air, and pulled out his large, black combat knife. 32 lunged for the target, keeping his arms close as to not lose one.

[Equipment tally:

Hand gun: 12 rounds
Hand Gun 2: Unknown -3
Two knives]

Dr Douglas absently wondered what dying would feel like. It seemed that she would soon find out.

But just as the fire from the bomb spread outwards, engulfing her, the dark haired youth that had made to walk off earlier threw himself on top of her, taking the majority of the blast. All she could feel was an intense heat and the sharp pain of tiny fragments embedding themselves into her exposed left leg as the explosion finally relented. When all the orange flames had disappeared, Dr Douglas found herself staring something from a zombie horror film; the flesh had been burnt off her saviour's torso, exposing something white beneath his flesh which Dr Douglas soon recognised as his ribs. However, he - like the strange machine man - had healed within seconds, the flesh closing up before her eyes. Douglas rubbed her eyes, her brain struggling to compute everything that was occurring tonight, as the man stood up, leaving her lying on the concrete, shaking.

She watched as the man ran back at the other 'machine' (what else could he be?), who was also fighting the girl in monk robes and then found herself gaping at the silver clad mutant that had landed on a car near her earlier, who seemed to have now joined the party. If not for the pain raging away in her left leg, she would have be sure she was dreaming. She crawled out the way, back up to a nearby wall and focused on keeping her breathing even. She kept her eyes away from her calf, which was oozing a sickening scarlet, and instead on the battle happening before her.

She caught sight of the frayed telegraph wire, lying by her ankles. She grasped it and felt her heartbeat increase rapidly, as electricity began to flow into her body. She had never done this before, intentionally and it was like someone had directly inject a litre of pure adrenaline into her bloodstream. Her skin began to glow - ever so faintly - and she marvelled at this transformation, forgetting about her reservations on using her ability. She felt strong, a need to move. Her leg - the pain now considerably easier to deal with - still looked as though it had been mauled by a bear, but she felt less tired.

However, she soon became aware of the mutant rally, which surely could not have missed the explosion. They would soon surely descend upon them all to see what was going on. She began to panic, pulling the glow back into her mind and easing back on electricity absorbance, dropping the wire. After a minute, or so, she had managed to retract the glow back only to her eyes. She got to her feet, wobbling in her low heels and tried to stumble out of the alley, preparing herself in case the mutant with the electric heart tried to attack her again. She wasn't sure she could drain him a second time.

And then a question occurred to her foggy, muddled brain; why was this mutant (for he couldn't be anything else) fighting against his fellow X-Gene carriers?

Ryu had actually expected a answer to his question, instead he got 3 bullets flying to him.
1 of the bullets hit his head, the other 2 hit his left shoulder, but they all dropped of the skin without leaving a scratch.
"GOD DAMMIT" he said mostly cause the pain on his head "like the dizziness from falling off a rooftop would not have been enough, now I just ask what the HELL IS GOING ON, and you fire a gun at me?!?!?!"
Being fed up with today Ryu moved to 32, trusting his claw towards his body, intending to impale him.
He knew that afterwards he would hate having done this, it was so far out of his usual way of doing things, so way out of not trying to kill others, but he was pretty sure the one with the gun was the bad guy here.
Also made sense looking at the direction that guy was facing when he looked from the roof and the direction of the large red zone he visor was showing.
Only that guy could have done all this chaos, he was the only one looking towards the red zone where the explosion had been, so he had likely thrown the bomb in that direction to start with, then firing a gun, only a bad guy that would not care for innocent people would act like this.
He was a danger and clearly a large one at that, either Ryu would try to be merciful and end up risking lives of others or take the guy out before people end up dead!

In terms of weapons, Kevin had the upper hand as a katana was held firmly in his hands, but after the explosion which nearly ripped his upper body from place, stamina wasn't quite on his side. He saw his enemy charging towards him through the blurring rain and raised his blade to block the incoming strike, moving to the side and stumbled towards the wall. That knife wouldn't kill him, but if he had to regenrate much more he'd be laying on the concrete in an attempt to stay awake. The others surrounding them were in scattered positions due to the explosion and the sheer number of random individuals didn't do well in terms of dynamics. So far, this battle was between Kevin, or Viper, and 32.

With his goggles gone, nothing stopped the rain from falling into 32's eyes. He didn't have time to blink the water away before he was upon the target. Dodgeing the silver mutant's attack, he used his left arm to slip under the target's right armpit, then brace across his back as 32 tried to force him to bend forward. 32 pressed the knife's blade against the back of the target's neck, angled slightly upwards and ready to shove between vertebrae.
"Don't move," He warned in a growl.

As Viper was forced into a grapple, he could clearly feel his opponent's superior strength due to Kevin's weakened state. Even in top condition, he was sure that in term of pure muscle mass, 32 had the upper hand. Either way, wether on death's door or not, Kevin had been through enough fights to become a rather stubborn individual. When bent forward, he did little to hinder 32's progress, but rather used the opening to shove the tip of his sword into his opponent's leg and tore his own arm out of its socket as to escape from the grapple. He twriled around and jumped onto the conrete and finally rolled up to his feet. "You're one hell of a guy...too bad you're physco..." With his arm healing back, he wiped his forehead and stood, raising his blade for another go. This battle wouldn't end very well, not with Viper's dwinlding strength.

32 made a slash, but it landed in thin air. The target was fast, he had to consider that. He took a limp forward before his leg had fully healed. His gear was soaked, his was cold, he had water in his eyes, but he refused to let exhaustion grip him. He'd been on longer missions; this, he could handle. 32 took another step forward and tried again the aim for the back of the neck. He brought his right hand around in a swing that, for a few seconds, completely exposed the rest of him for attack. 32 was used to being stabbed and shot, but he tended to forget that his biggest weakness sat right in the middle of his chest.

It seemed like both the combatans were struggling against fatigue. Their movements were growing slower and their strikes were growing weaker. Viper saw his enemy lunge forward for another strike, a straight forward attack that wouldn't have been as predicatble had 32 been at full strength, and it would have been easily dodged had Kevin not been at the edge. His mental wits weren't fast enough to see a graceful solution to the issue, but rather ran forth to meet 32 in full force. He felt how the agent's knife cut through the skin in the back of his neck, nearly cutting his spine. They had both left themselves open more times than they'd want to admit, which was also evident with Viper's sword slashing his enemy across the chest before he stumbled behind him and spun to face him again. Their wounds were gone just as fast as they appeared, but the lack of energy and the heavy rain made it hard for them to aim for the weak spots.

32 pulled back as the sword ran across his chest. The sound of metal meeting metal could be heard through the downpour. The front of 32's uniform was slashed clean open, and while the cut in his flesh quickly healed, the scratch of the outer metal of his heart didn't. The blueish-white light glowed through the heavy rain. 32 huffed and made another attempt. One had to give the guy credit: he didn't give up. 32 lunged at the target once more, he stepped towards the side and once against tried to jam his blade into the target's weak spot.

The glowing heart was dimly visible through the rain, quickly stealing Viper's attention. So that was it, that was his 'brainstem'. A single thought immidiatly came to mind; electricity. The two would continue their brawl for a few more moments, wounds going both ways. Kevin was feeling his vision getting more and more blurry which was the big red light to end this fast or else he'd meet many complications. Through the fight Viper noticed a puddle with an electric wire dangerously sparking through. That was it. With the incoming strike, Kevin dropped his sword and sidestepped 32's blade and grabbed his arm before wrestling them down towards the puddle, sending electric shocks through the both. With his last sliver of strength, he managed to roll out of the currents and found himself on the wet concrete, his vision fading. If that didn't stop his enemy, Kevin was out for the count.

32 struggled against the target, who was shoving him down to the ground. He'd been taught never to let the enemy pin you, which he assumed was what the target was trying to do. The moment he hit the ground, his body went numb. 32 cried out as electricity sputtered and shook his body, his heart's light flicking and even giving off a couple sparks. And then it went out. 32 went limp, silent. It appeared that the shock had short cirqued the heart, possibly even killing him. He didn't seem to have a pulse; his chest didn't rise and fall with breath. But no one really had time to stick around and find out; the cops were coming.

Sirens wailed nearby. A cop car pulled up at one end of the ally, soon to be swarmed.

Ryu had not expected that the man would have avoided his attack as he was focused on the other person.
In a way Ryu was happy about this as it prevented him from taking a live, it was a huge relieve.

But as his attacked went further then he had expected, not finding anything to stop his attack, his balance got broken and the dizziness returned to its earlier level.
Ryu fall on the ground, being overwhelmed by the spinning.
The dragon traits of his silver skin pulled back and he returned to his humanoid silver body.
He tried to get up, failing to do so, but he was able to see with his normal vision to the place where the explosion had happened, he could see trough the flames and there she was again, the woman that he had seen before after he had crashed on the car.
"what... what she doing here?" he asked himself before he dropped his head on the ground again, still conscious, but feeling pretty bad.
dizzy, headache due to the bullet from before, he was sure that under the skin he would have a red mark of the damned thing.

He heard the sirens of the cops.
"great, if I dont get cop-sided I am going to bed"

Ally scrambled backwards, pressing herself up against a building wall as bullets fired, ringing sharply through the air. Never had she witnessed such an event, even out on the streets she had managed to avoid such conflict which was a particularly good achievement in her books if you took into account what she did.

Her gaze fearfully swept over the faces of everyone here, the only thing that stopped her from running was her fascination as to what some of the other members could do. She had finally found others like herself without even trying. However if this is what being a mutant entailed then maybe she didn't want to be known as one after all. So many questions started to swarm her mind and curiosity glued her in place. When would she ever get this chance again?

However just to add to the mix a whir of sirens sounded through the air. That was her cue to leave. She pulled up a half attempted shield of shadows and started to run, pushing past a female, Douglas, in an attempt to make it out the way first. As she knocked into her the laptop slipped in her hands and a part of her brain told her to just drop it and keep running, but her stubborn pride made her think otherwise - she did not go through all of this for nothing.

She paused to get a better hold of the device, mumbling an apology to the woman before picking up the pace again. She could not afford to get caught now, especially being so close to this mess she could go away for life!

Rose stared in shock as she wanted the entire scene before her. It was outrageous to see other peoples powers in action. As scary as it was, Rose thought it was pretty dang awesome. She watched from the sideline, eyes glued to the scene. Interfering would just make things more complicated and this was not her battle to fight. The sound of sirens pulled her out of her trance and she began to come to her senses. She was standing in front of a mutant fight, gaping like an idiot. She began to bolt out when she noticed Dr.Douglas stumbling to get out of the alley. Hastily, she made her way over to her and put her arm under hers to help her move faster. "Come on we gotta get out of here fast."

(Note: This is happening after everyone's cleared out =P)

Cops rolled up, and soon the alley was swarmed with blue. Working in the pouring rain, they began to tape off the scene, file reports, and assess the damage. Paramedics were called in to give the official word: 6 bodies were pronounced dead on the scene. The downed power lines were cleared, and witnesses were being asked questions. It seemed obvious who was to blame here: mutants. The thought was on every officer's mind as they began to bag the bodies.

A younger officer walked towards the sergeant, who wasn't happy about being drug out into the rain to investigate this mass murder. "Hey Sarge."
"Not now, rookie. I'm busy." The sergeant was trying to talk with one of the other officers about another murder than had taken place a few blocks away, an FBI agent being the victim.
"But Sarge."
The sergeant let a huff and turned to the younger man sharply. "What is it?" He snapped. The younger officer jumped a little.
"It's just...weren't there six bodies, sir?"

The sergeant looked up and over to where the bodies had been lined up to be bagged. The officers in charge of the body bags were looking around, confused expressions on their faces.
"Son of a bitch."

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How had he gotten here? Better yet, why was he here? Why was he wearing these weird clothes? ...Who was he? The man staggered down the street, rain soaking him to the bones. He shivered in the cold of the night. He was tired, hungry, and lost. The man paused as he got to the river walk and took off the weapons he had for whatever reason. He dumped them into the cold water, along with the black mask and soaking wet field coat he'd been wearing. With no idea where these things came from, he really didn't want to be seen wandering around in them.

He kept on the thin, black under armor shirt he'd been wearing, along with the black cargo pants. The nameless man couldn't help but notice the strange glowing underneath the shirt, and pulled it up to investigate. He was startled to find a strange little device embedded in his chest, giving off the light. It made a couple soft plink plinks as he tapped it curiously. The device made a constant, almost inaudible whirring noise; it was strange, but it almost comforted him. The man decided to leave it alone and pull his shirt back over it, but it did look odd glowing through the wet, black fabric.

Cover it up.

A little voice in the back of his head whispered. The man wasn't sure why the thought of hiding the device crossed his mind, but since he had nothing else to go on, he figured it was probably best to listen. The man put his hand over it to hide the light until he could find better clothes. He kept walking down the river walk, then took a turn down another street. He came across a church with a 'Salvation Army Donation drop-off box in back' sign posted near the road. The Salvation Army...that sounded familiar. They had...clothes? The man wandered back behind the church to find the promised box. It was a little white painted hut with a push open lid on the front of it. He pushed the flap and leaned inside to haul out a couple trash bags, then quickly slunk away with his prize.

The nameless man wandered a bit more, looking for shelter from the cold rain. He found an abandoned shop a couple blocks away and managed to break inside. He pushed the door shut behind him and dropped the wet trash bags on the floor before undressing. His wet clothes made a plop as they hit the dirty concrete. He crouched as he tore open the trash bags and began rifling through them. One contained nothing but little girl and some older women's clothes. Once he'd determined this, he'd tossed it aside and hoped the other one was more promising. He got lucky.

The man pulled a pack of unopened boxers from the bag. He wasn't sure if he was a boxers or briefs kind of guy, as he honestly couldn't remember the last time he'd chosen his own clothing. He...actually couldn't remember anything. After using a t-shirt to dry himself off with, the man tore the pack open and pulled a pair of boxers on. A little tight, but they fit. He managed to find a grey pair of sweatpants that fit him well enough, and a blue t-shirt that fit snuggly. He dug until he found a zip up hoodie with some band name he didn't recognize and pulled it on. He hadn't realized just how uncomfortable he'd been until he had clean, dry clothes on. It felt nice. For some reason, feeling nice didn't seem very familiar to him.

He slowly began to realize just how exhausted he was. What had he been doing before he woke up in that alley? There had been police everywhere, but he'd managed to slip away unseen as they went about their business. He'd been laying next to dead bodies. Had he been killed? He tried to remember, but it made his head hurt. The man decided that he'd try again later. He took the rest of the clothes and made a bed for himself off in the back corner of the building. He left his wet boots and socks over by his other clothes. The nameless man laid down on his makeshift nest and stared up at the ceiling for a long while.

He was hungry. When was the last time he'd eaten? He couldn't remember. There was a man. He was supposed to be looking for a man, but why? He couldn't remember. The guy was Asian, kind of short. The nameless man was sure he could pick the fellow out in a crowd if he saw him. He was...supposed to take the man somewhere. He couldn't remember where.

The man turned over on his side, wondering why he couldn't fall asleep. He was so tired...but it felt...strange. Like he wasn't supposed to sleep this way. He remembered floating; the weightlessness was unmistakable. He turned over again until he was laying on his stomach. After another half hour of trudging through strange feelings and confusion, he drifted off into a restless sleep.

Tony saw the flashing blue lights, she knew it had to mean trouble for her and ran towards the wall farthest from her. She jumped and using her legs leaped between the two walls upwards, till she rolled onto the roof top. Her clothes were drenched in water she wiped the rain from her brow, looking back into the alley to see everyone gone but the police. She heard the distant wail of the police back up heading her way and decided it was time to leave. Tony jumped across the roof tops exiting the scene swiftly, unknowingly in the same direction as 32.

Tony hopped off a roof several blocks from the alley and on the street, with a silent thud and splash in a shallow puddle. She narrowed her eyes to cut through the heavy rain, and shivered at the cold soaking into her body. she saw a church and made for the cover it could provide, she went around the back of the church and saw a homeless man asleep with a black bag. No....it donned on Tony just who that seemingly 'homeless man' was, she reached around behind her and drew a rope dart slowly from a pouch. She stopped halfway drawing it and wrapped it up in its pouch leaving it, she couldn't put her finger on it but he seemed different..

Maybe just maybe if she was kind to him, he would return the favor? She guessed he must be hungry she knew she was, so she turned and silently went off to find something to eat. She walked around the front of the church and walked towards a small Chinese restaurant, she knew the smell well. Tony walked over and to a small widow not wanting to go in and get everything inside wet. She bowed her head slightly to a little elderly Chinese woman inside the window, Tony explained her predicament minus being a mutant fugitive from the law that is. After speaking with the woman for a good five minutes, she was handed an umbrella and a bag of food, which she gracefully thanked the woman for in Chinese.

Tony walked back across the suttlely busy street and around the back of the church umbrella up, not that it would do much then keep the good dry at this point. She walked over to the still sleeping man silently and set the food aside, sitting down cross legged near him. She opened the boxes of food and set them around herself and him in a rather organized manner. Tony of course waited for him to awaken before she began to eat, the smell wafting into his nose.

She was glad to be out of the rain and finally be able to start to dry her self out, though she was confident it would take ages for her clothes to dry.

"Come on we gotta get out of here fast."

Dr Douglas rarely accepted help. She had gotten everywhere in life on her own merit and she found it hard to bite her tongue, whilst allowing the girl in the red cheerleader outfit to manoeuvre her out of the area that was rapidly becoming populated by confused cops and rally stragglers, who had come for a slice of the action. But she recognised that there was no way she could make it out alone, even if her leg was healing. She accepted the girl's arm and together, they hobbled out of the alley way away from the bomb remains and down. Eventually, as they hurried on, the police sirens became more and more distant - the cries of the mutant activists had been quashed by the arrival of the higher authority and the patter of rain had begun to slow. Wet, miserable and in pain, Dr Douglas wished she was as far away from that scene - the one that, if associated with her, could destroy her whole career.

Finally - her pride unable to take any more - Dr Douglas forced herself to stand up without the support of the other, running a hand through her hair that had tumbled free from her bun and now framed her face in brunette tangles. She hated her hair down - it made her look younger, and in her experience, people at the University were less likely to listen to her. Habit, she supposed.

And all of this had happened because of a set of forgotten car keys. One trivial thing that had slipped her memory and nearly cost her, her life. She nearly punched the grimy brick wall next to her in frustration - aggression was not an emotion she entertained often -, until she realised she still had company. The cheerleader. Everyone else seemed to have been drawn back towards the alley like iron filings to a magnet so the opposite end of the town square was empty. Dr Douglas was praying that the girl didn't know who she was and tried not to meet her eyes.

"So, um, kid, do you need dropping off at home or somewhere?"

She honestly couldn't think of any other way to act, so she merely resorted to pretending the whole 'mutant-battle' thing hadn't happened. She spoke whilst she fumbled around her pocket, seeking the comfort of her cell phone or glasses (that had no physical use but reassure her, and shield her eyes in case of accidental mutant ability use), but both appeared to have been lost in chaos of the past hour. She sighed, forcing back the tears of self pity that she could feel building.

The man wasn't a light sleeper. Maybe that's why, when he woke up, that he found himself startled by a young woman staring at him. He scrambled into an upright position, reaching behind him to pull out his...his what? There was nothing there. He'd dumped the guns in the river. Even if he'd had a gun, had he really been about to shoot this girl?

He paused, staring at her with wide eyes. She was wearing some kind of strange robes that...had he seen her before? His head started to hurt again. The Asian man; he could associate the Asian man with her. Did she know him? Maybe she could help him find the guy, or at the very least, tell him why he was searching for the man in the first place.

The nameless man's tense shoulders fell. His dark eyes shifted down to the white Styrofoam boxes that sat before his makeshift bed. There was a strange smell in the air. He wasn't sure if it smelled good or bad.

Kevin struggled back to his feet, nearly falling over as he did. “Damn…” He rubbed his neck, using the wall as leverage to hold himself up. He had heard everyone scramble, and he was hearing the police sirens. That kid was left, the silver guy. “No rest for the wicked…” He sighed, moving closer to the dizzy mutant. “Come on, let’s not leave you hanging…” He reached down to help the silver mutant out of the alley, making sure that none would be caught by the men in blue. This was of course Viper’s scene and he wasn’t about to let anyone take the fall for this. While he was a douche at times, jaded by the years, he wasn’t heartless. Being caught in the middle of this could very well mean some really troublesome consequences. He moved as fast as he could, and once he was far enough from the scene of the crime, Kevin let go of the silver mutant and took a deep breath. His stamina was back after that little rest he had indulged in, though the concrete wasn’t very comfortable against his naked skin. Speaking of which, it would be an idea to get a hold of a shirt. Luckily the motel was close by. “Alright.” He stretched, turning to the mutant. “From here, you’ll need to walk on your own. Don’t die.” He winked and moved on, slipping between the buildings as he made his way towards the motel.

The thoughts of his fight seeped into his mind and didn’t let go. That man, that construct, it had his blood. They had actually managed to manufacture something from what they claimed? Damn, this was bad. It also spelled trouble for Kevin’s previous plans. Settling down? Yeah, right. This mutant, human, creature thing was out to get him and he was gladly going to return the favour. 32’s very existence was stolen property, something stolen from Kevin. He would find that agent and they would dance again, without a circus surrounding them.

Though lost in thought, Viper soon found himself by the door to his motel and was met by a funny look from the owner sitting in the lobby. “What’re you trying to prove, scrawny?” Kevin turned to the man for a second, raising his eyebrow. He was going to reply, but simply shook his head and moved up the stairs.

This night couldn’t get much worse but it felt good to finally be home. Without a second thought, he threw off his clothes, took a warm shower and dried up. He was immediately refreshed, slipping into a pair of boxers and a t-shirt. Good, now he could plan his next move. Kevin reached below his bed and produced a case. Within was a neatly fitted blade next to seven throwing knives. Tracing the scabbard gently with his fingers, he breathed out. This had happened once before, and was one of the main reasons why Weapon X left him alone for a while. He decided to strike back, sending a few messages back to HQ in the form of body parts. Viper wouldn’t say that he’s proud of the darker things he’s done, but it worked for a while. Well, only for them to build a mutant, human cyborg to send after him. He had to admit though, it added some variation. Apparently that house would have to wait.

As some guy Ryu did not recognized helped him stand, he pulled most of the silver in, leaving his head and legs covered, one in order to hide his face, one in order to keep his leg muscles supported and thus walking on himself for a bit and taking some weight of the man that was helping him.
After a little while, the man let go of Ryu.
“From here, you’ll need to walk on your own. Don’t die.”
Ryu smiled, trough it wont show past the skin "yeah, thanks, you to"
Ryu then watched the man leave as he leaned against a wall.
He pulled the silver mass back into his spine as he slowly started to walk, soon however he came across at least one familiar face.
The woman he had seen by the car, and then in the ally, now he was seeing her again.
He wondered what the hell this was about, still she was here, her clothes were clearly not in a nice state, scourged at places from the explosion, you could tell she had been trough a lot.
He pulled himself together, the dizziness was less so if he did not make a sudden movement he would be able to walk normally.
He slowly but surely walked to the 2 lady's
"Excuse me, are you alright, looks like you were in a fire or something?"
Alexis decided to play it dumb, acting like he wont realize she was near the explosion or that he had seen her, hell, he even planned not to have realized the loud bang was an explosion.
However he had forgotten that he likely (and surely) had a nice red dot on his forehead thanks to the bullet hitting the silver skin before.

Tony looked at the startled man as he sat up and reached behind him, she smiled and nodded towards him. "I won't harm you, my names Tony are you hungry?" She asked him in a calm soft tone, she shifted a bit and took her wet sandals off setting them aside. She awaited a response from him and watched his body language closely but not obviously, she didn't feel threatened by this man clearly down on his luck. "Do you have a name?" She asked him in the same calm level tone as she took a set of utensils and extended the set towards him.

Tony wondered about the man, who was he how did he end up here. But she didn't want to be rude and offend the man by intruding on his life, she began to take the pouches off her legs setting them aside but not revealing the deadly contents not wanting to frighten him. She had a soft smile and a positive aura about her despite her condition.

The man grew restless in the woman's company. She talked to him in a strange tone, one that he knew shouldn't be used for him. Flashes of barked orders, yelling, cold words slipped through his mind; that's how he was supposed to be spoken to. He didn't know who he was, but he was starting to get the idea that he wasn't a good person. Hell, he maybe he wasn't even a person. People had names; he didn't.

The woman asked if he was hungry. "Yes," He said flatly, not sure why she would ask. She didn't seem to have any food, or at least not that he could see. When asked if he had a name, he shook his head. She offered him a set of plastic eating utensils, which he hesitantly took. The man looked down as one of the boxes was opened. It was some kind of strange...noodles or something. But that wasn't food, not for him anyway. He remembered what food looked like: grey and lumpy.

Don't eat it, Something told him, Poison.

And then the man remembered. He remembered why food was grey and lumpy, and why he couldn't have anything else.

32 was at the FOH base, working on another project he'd been assigned to. He sat alone in a dimly lit room with a laptop, map, and papers spread out on a desk. Leaving him in charge of mission planning was a fairly regular occurrence, although he still had to run it by his superiors. 32 had been sitting here, memorizing every aspect of the mission, for 13 hours. He was in the middle of assigning the other men their tasks, by writing it down on paper, when the door to his holding room opened. Two young, newly recruited agents walked in.

"No man, trust me. This'll be great." One murmured to the other. 32 looked up and turned to face them. He wasn't sure he'd ever seen them before, and he wasn't sure why they were there.
"Hey, Murphy told us to give you something," The man who spoke had a certain mood to him; he seemed very confident in himself. In his hand, he held a red habanero pepper. 32, however, had no idea what he was looking at. The only food he ever remembered was grey and sloppy. He gingerly took the pepper from the man, then looked up at him with confusion.
"Well? Eat it."
"What is it?"
"Hey, whoa, who said you were allowed to asked questions? Murphy told us to give it you to eat, so unless you want me to tell him that you're defying orders-"
"No," 32 most certainly did not want that. He looked at the pepper, then, hesitantly, put the whole thing in his mouth. The first few chews weren't bad, until the spicy hit him. His first instinct was to cup his hand in front of his mouth to spit it out.
"No, you have to eat it!" The man said, trying his hardest not to laugh at the shade of red 32's face turned. Tears were forming in the assassin's eyes. It was like trying to eat fire. When he finally swallowed it, he could feel the burn down his throat. At this point, both men began laughing, practically doubled over.

"He fucking ate it!" The other one said. "What an idiot!"
"Ha ha! I told you he'd do anything you told him to!" The first one was laughing so hard he was practically crying. 32 quickly got up from his desk and hurried from the room, his entire mouth burning like the flames of hell. He remembered how torn up his stomach had been after that. He was used to eating bland slop, not extremely hot peppers. The two young agents were given a slap on the wrist for 'vandalism of company property', but where otherwise unpunished. Since then, 32 never ate anything that wasn't the grey and lumpy food he was used to.

The man stared down at the noodles, then closed the box and handed it back. He didn't want it.

Tony took the box back and looked at the man quizzically, he had said he was hungry yet he didn't take the food. "Do you not like Chinese?" She was slightly disappointed with herself, she wanted to feed this man but she apparently failed to do so. She decided maybe he didn't trust the food and began to eat it herself, to show him it was safe and wouldn't harm him. This man was very odd but Tony didn't think less of him, she set the box down by the other one and looked at him it was still about half full. "You don't have a name?" She thought that was unfortunate, "everyone needs a name, perhaps you'd like one?" She set her hands on her knees cross legged.

"I don't." The man stood. He didn't have a name, and he didn't need one. What he needed was to complete the mission. Find the man. He wasn't sure what came after that, but he knew he really needed to find the man. He started to walk towards the door.
"I'm looking for someone," He said, his voice serious and stoney. "A man. Asian, kind of short." He held up his hand to about the height he believed the target...man...to be. "I'm not sure why I need to find him, but I know it's important that I do. You haven't seen him, have you?"

The nameless man looked out the dirty window at the rain, then turned back to the woman. His face was blank, but not quite menacingly so.