Stephen Jameson

‘ ——– and HEATHERS… i like that one too. ‘

          “Is that where Chanel got her idea to name all of you the same from?”

     “Alright, then my hour of charity is done then.”

          “So… I’m assuming this fraternity isn’t big on philanthropies?”

&*. STARTERCALL                —- @superiorisms

              —-    ❛ THANK YOU, coffee donkey… ugh, ( as if !!. ! ! ) you burnt the milk! learn to make a pumpkin spice latte, you psychopath. ❜

          “Well… I figured it wouldn’t really matter after you burn your taste            buds off.”

█*& superiorisms

‘ i prefer twilight. ‘

          “With how boring this film is, I’d probably prefer Twilight too. This            film studies class sucks.”

     &. superiorisms ;;

     ❝ You seem lost, can I help you with anything? ❞

          “Eh… Probably not…”

     “You think little old ladies would be innocent, and then they have thoughts like those. On a side note, never read my mind whilst you’re around me working out. As a friend, just don’t do it.” Except he’s already thinking about it. Whoops.

          “Well, now I’m a little curious.” Stephen chuckled, placing his hands            on his waist. “But, since I’m a guy that respect other people’s            boundaries, I won’t. That doesn’t mean I won’t accidentally read your            mind from time to time. I still need to get full control of that part of my            powers. It just kinda happens sometimes.”

   “just because kappa is being forced     to accept a n y o n e as pledge that     does NOT mean i am going to deal     with boys showing off their parts on     my precious house.”

          “Come on, they were just pledges doing what their big bros told them            to do. I tried to convince the brothers not to make them do it, but…            I’m just one person. Come on, it’s not like you guys don’t haze your            pledges.”

The question lingered in the air for a long and almost awkward silence as Dylan seemed to consider his own reply. In all honesty, it was due to the thrill of the chase that he wanted to let the other go. When one spent years trapped inside a small room and rarely able to see the sun and the moon – any opportunity to come to the exterior was a blessing. Only when he was called to hunt down those equal to him was when he was allowed out. Maybe he did wanted to make it last cause the world was such a beautiful place. It showed him all the options he no longer had. The freedom he did not possess. Then there was the fact that Stephen challenged him. There wasn’t many mutants that could outrun him or actually injure him considering how easily he could teleport away from the line of fire. “I can’t, Stephen. I have my orders. The moment my superiors decide to consider me obsolete, I am no longer of use for them. It had happened in the past. Telepaths, teleporter’s, elementals. The list goes on and on. The moment they fail and are outsmarted by someone else – it’s when they become obsolete and they are removed from the equation. I’m sorry but dying isn’t a part of my plans any time soon.” The blond sighed and walked towards one of the broken windows, casting a glance down to the street only to see dark vans parking in front. They were now on borrowed time. “As long as you keep running, I keep having my fun and my freedom. It’s a win-win situation actually. You have been injured so they know I managed to hit you. I’m injured so they know you put up a fight. Considering they sent one of their best soldiers after you, the degree of importance is high. I can afford to let you escape since there aren’t others that can do this. Not as good as I can. So – it would be wise for you to start running. You know better than anyone that we will meet again, Mr. Jameson. I’ll definitely make sure of that.”

          Stephen was starting to get frustrated at this point. He wasn’t sure what was more irritating, being hunted down or being toyed around with. Knowing that he wasn’t truly free would be a nightmare to live. At least he wouldn’t suffer alone. Dylan himself is being hunted down, but Dylan’s predator was much closer to him. At any moment they suddenly see no use for him, he’ll die. Stephen wasn’t sure how or why, but at this point it seemed that was the only way to get rid of the guy. Now that he thought about it, maybe Dylan does have more control of the situation than he was trying to lead him to believe. If Stephen was already caught, then there was going to be no point in having the hunter active. Dylan would end up back wherever they contain a mutant of his caliber and as for Stephen, well… Whatever happens, happens. That was the theory, at least in Stephen’s mind.

          “You know… I’m actually really sick of you.” Stephen spat out, sending a sharp glare towards the blond. “I’d rather not live my life running away from a crazed monster, let alone talk to him, but now that we’re here and talking… What does happen if I get caught?” He could imagine very unpleasant things. If whatever happened to Dylan was bad enough that it caused him this level of insanity, Stephen feared the worst and likely with good reason. “Huh? What do they do to you? Inject you with random chemicals you don’t know about? Hook you up to machines? Electroshock therapy?” It was almost like describing a bad science fiction movie, but at this point Stephen wasn’t sure if they were even fiction anymore.

“That…definitely doesn’t sound like fun. God, I’m not even sure I wanna imagine what she might’ve been thinking about your poor virtue.”

          “Just even remembering it is making me sick to my stomach. If I pass            out. You know why.”

          “I once read this old lady’s mind while I was taking the bus… I regret           that decision. So yeah, so far it hasn’t been a good experience.”

          “I can explain those pills. They’re not drugs… Okay, they are drugs,            but not the recreational kind. I actually need them. Just don’t tell            anyone I have them.”

There it was. That adrenaline rushing through his body resembling the sweetest and most addictive of drugs. Dylan couldn’t help but to smile – not even caring about Stephen’s opinion about him. Maybe he was insane! Who wouldn’t be? Capture at a young age and turned into a guinea pig for scientists to explore his powers and learn what made people like them tick. For days, weeks, months and years he had suffered in silence, not once screaming in pain or crying in anguish, not wanting to give his captors the satisfaction of seeing him break. But the physical pain had been nothing compared to the mental one. The isolation. A small cell with no windows and tall white walls stained with portions of humidity closer to the ground. The smell was unbearable and so were the screams of everyone else captured on nearby cells. The room had denied him his powers. He couldn’t teleport away from there, no matter how many times he had tried. Between the screams of anguish and the darkness that fell upon him day after day, Dylan slowly became a puppet on his captors hands. The moment Stephen moved to invest against him yet again, Dylan knew what was going to happen. One surprise attack was good but it wouldn’t work a second time. He had been trained for that. He had fought countless other mutants at the labs in order to perfect his powers. The winners would move to the next stage of their training. The losers would be discarded and eliminated since the higher-ups had no use for them. Teleporting away mere fractions of a second before Stephen invested, Dylan appeared in the midst of a yellow flash at a safe distance from his target, only to see the brunet run away for the third time that day. People never learned. There was three types of mutants that one could not escape no matter how hard they tried. The speedsters, the trackers… and him. Stephen jumped through the air and Dylan’s eyes widened in surprise, teleporting back to the edge of the rooftop only to see Stephan crashing on the front building, still trying to increase the distance between them. “You are truly one of a kind, aren’t you?” Dylan’s feet stomped the concrete floor as he teleported into the same abandoned room where Stephen was, his right hand squeezing his flank in order to endure the aching pain of his broken ribs. Teleporting back and forth with broken ribs was getting more and more painful each time he did it. Whatever he would chose to do, he would have to do it fast. “I was once like you, Stephen.” The blond leaned against a pillar, his green eyes glancing to the mutant on the floor. They were both injured. They were both tired. It would be easy for him to put one last effort to take Stephen down and capture him but Dylan knew that the moment he would do that – there wouldn’t be anyone else that would make him feel so alive. “By now they are already surrounding this building and coming for you with taser weapons. Our priority is capture you alive.” Fingers clenched around his ribs again and Dylan let out a weak growl of pain. “Your best choice is go underground. Keep away from deserted streets and mix with the crowd at least until you get an opening to move to a secure location. That way they won’t find you as easily as I did.”

          Stephen looked up at Dylan with nothing but a look of frustration and desperation in his face, something that’s made an appearance throughout this day. Thinking about his options, it was beginning to sound more and more appealing to just simply get caught, to just stop the chase and see what it was like to be captured. From what he’s been told, being held hostage for whatever mysterious company wanted them wasn’t pleasant. With how the rogue mutants were being kidnapped and even murdered, it was easy to believe that a life of being a guinea pig wasn’t all that fun. Yet, running seemed just as exhausting now, under the heavy pressure of the pursuit. A game being played constantly and draining every ounce of mental capacity that Stephen had in him.

          “We’re nothing alike.” Stephen spat out, repulsed by the thought that him and Dylan were even close to the same person. Just breathing the same air sickened him a little. Hunting down other people, other mutants, it was just as bad as cannibalism to Stephen. He’d fight his own kind in order to survive, but to kill them and hunt them like this was truly something horrific. Stephen would kill himself first because he could even have the chance to turn out like the blond in front of him. Powerful, but a monster. It wasn’t a life worth living.

          As the other began to explain to him how to get away from the scene, there was a small hint of confusion in Stephen. He wanted to believe that Dylan was doing this because there was a small bit of humanity still left in him, even after all he’s done and all that he’s been through. But he was too smart for that. If there was any motive behind this, it was because Dylan wanted to draw this chase out. The man said it himself. He got a sick pleasure from chasing him. “Why can’t you just leave me alone?” Stephen asked, slowly getting up from the floor with a grunt of pain. He’d be surprised if every bone in his body hasn’t been broken and fractured by this point. “You’re powerful enough. You can just leave whoever’s making you do this and live your own life.”

The blonde furrowed her brow, she certainly wasn’t phased. It’s not like she’d never seen a six pack before. “Am I supposed to be impressed?” She said in a harsh tone. “Honey. I could get with any talking torso at this university who doesn’t have to slum it in Gamma Theta whatever. I shouldn’t even be seen with you.”

          “It’s actually Alpha Kappa Phi.” Stephen pursed his lips, letting go of            his shirt and allowing it to cover his abs. “But geez. You Kappas really            are ruthless.” Thankfully, he was only dared to try and woo Chanel.            It would have been a nightmare to actually be emotionally attached            to someone like Chanel. “Why haven’t you walked away, anyways?”