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 Nathan

Nathan followed Selene out of the room, though unlike her he stopped to grab his bag along the way. As they stepped to the entrance, Selene stopped in her tracks.

" I guess driving is out of the question?" He heard her ask.

 “ Well, if you can find one that isn’t trashed, and you know how to hotwire a car, then maybe. Do you know how to hotwire a car? Because I bloody well don’t.” He said, the British tones of his quasi-Brit-American accent coming through in the latter sentence. 

He stepped down the stairs leading out of the school and onto the street. There seemed to be a strange lifelessness in the air. As he looked around, he saw the big tree just down the street. I was completely still. The flag outside the school had also stopped waving, instead it slunk down the flagpole. He furrowed his brow, lifted his hand and felt… Nothing. At that moment he realised why the air felt so lifeless.

“ That’s weird. There’s like, no wind at all. Not even a breeze.” He said, following it up with “ Wait a minute.” 
He pulled his bag from off his shoulders, opening up the zip and digging deep into the bottom of it. He produced his cigarette pack and his lighter. He held the lighter up, rolling the flint and pushing down the gas button, and the flame sparked into life. He watched it, and it did not flicker, or move at all to either side. It just pointed straight up.

 He pulled a cigarette from the pack, placed it to his lips and lit it, breathing smoke into his lungs. The smoke from the end of the cigarette rose straight upwards, and as he exhaled the smoke moved out in front of him before losing the momentum from his breath, and that smoke too travelled straight upwards.
“ Nothing. No wind at all. That’s really weird.” He said, taking another puff on his cigarette, as he leant back on a parked car.

Atlas

Atlas was at first, knocked unconscious for a few seconds as he was trapped in a prison of stone, knocking him to the floor. He shook his head, remembering vaguely what had happened. He had wrapped a black tentacle that emerged from his arm around some moron and lifted him off the ground. At that moment the door had burst open, James had walked in, waved his arms around and now Atlas was trapped inside a rock. He thought for a moment, piecing it together in his head.

“ Well!” He said, finally opening his mouth. 
“ It looks like I’m not the only one who can do some weird shit.” He continued. 

He decided to see if his tentacles could get him out of this. His hands were completely encased inside the rock. He strained a little, a grimace coming on his face, and the tentacles pushed themselves through the rock, cracking it open and allowing him to stand up, free from the stone. He brushed small bits of gravel out of his hair, before turning to James.

“ Well, perhaps it might be for the best, if us two freaks stay on each other’s good side. What do you say? Friends?” He said. Atlas was a sociopath but he wasn’t stupid. He knew that if James had some kind of power too, they were better off as Allies than enemies. For now, at least.

He turned his head to the dark haired girl who had come in with James, his eyes lingering on her pistol.

“ Wait a minute, how the hell did you get a gun in the school?”
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