The young Jedi had retired for the afternoon –perhaps in an attempt to catch Padme on a quick holo-call at least–; and Rex had given his men leeway as well. After an exhausting one-week long mision –with surprisingly minimal casualties–, everyone deserved to rest.

Torrent hadn't wanted to miss the oportunity, though; and after a quick nap in the cruiser, they had all but ran down the ramp to have their share of fun in the snow. With the purpose of playing a little snowfight, Rex had been recluted as well; assigned to be one of the team's captain –it couldn't have been any other way– while the Domino's took charge of the other. Some of the natborns –medics, intelligence officers, maintenance staff, etc.– had asked to join them; and that had been the tragic end for Rex's focus, for you had decided to participate as well.

Out in the battlefield, the captain had no problem on shutting his desires down and pushing his –possesive– dangerous thoughts away. You were tucked away in the safety of the cruiser, after all, carefully analysing the 501st's advances and quickly finding out alternatives to their course of action and any other problem that may had arrised with the rest of Intelligence; but here, here... Rex couldn't help but be atuned to every single thing about you. Each innocent movement, each twitch of your facial expresion. How excruciatingly sweet you smelled even with a dose of scent blockers carefully coating a protective layer over your neck glands. He wanted you so – bad.

It was unfair, really, how unbeliavably pretty you looked in your winter uniform; a basic military set shouldn't have looked that good on anyone. He was used to seing you in dark green –not that you weren't hot in that either–; but the nats snow uniform was a combination of white's and blue's, and it was such a similar palette to the 501st's colours that something inside of him rumbled in passionate aproval. You weren't just cute, though; for all you looked innocent and naive with your cheeks and nose flushed pink from the cold, Rex knew the truth was very different. He had been able to watch how your mind worked in more than one tactical meeting; and kark, wasn't intelligence sexy. There was no doubt why you were Admiral Yularen's second hand –even if you were younger than most–.

Some part of Rex wished you had joined his team; but the other one rejoiced at the oportunity to see you fight. To feel that quiet fire directed at him. You were an omega, yes; but you weren't fearful nor meek, and he loved that about you. It couldn't be easy to be constantly surrounded by a majority of alphas and their often contradicting and agressive feromones; and yet you handled it stoically and beautifully.

Perhaps Rex was too excited for a simple friendly snowfight –he chuckled at the thought, dodging Jesse's snowball and laughing his ass off when Hardcase answered with one that hit him straight in the nose–; but he couldn't help it. He had felt attracted to you –liked you, and dare he even say that other big, scary words too – for far too long now; since that time when you had politely brushed his strategical idea aside and offered a better option for an incursion. Rex had observed you in surprise –you were new in the cruiser back then, and he had never heard you intervene before–; and when Admiral Yularen had agreed with you and you had shot him a sheepish, warm smile, Rex knew he was done for.

In the present time, you take revenge for Jesse; throwing a quick succesion of snowballs at Hardcase until you eventually manage to get him. Instead of showing any anger or irritation, though, his vod laughs and pushes a thumb up in the air for you. You shoot the trooper a proud smile, and Rex shakes his head in fond amusement observing the two of you.

Fifteen minutes later, the captain is proud to say he is soldiering through the little snowfight untouched. It's not that his reflexes are nothing special –though they're obviously as good as any other soldier's–; it's just that his men fortunately don't have the same aim with snowballs than with their blasters. Torrent doesn't quite like that, though; so the game shifts and somehow ends up focused around him. The Domino's team new objective is to take a hit at Rex; while the captain's own team double their efforts to protect him. It's kind of ridiculous, and Rex doesn't really want to be the center of attention in this game –as well–; but everyone seems to be laughing and having fun, so he chuckles and let them be.

His team is doing a good job protecting him –hell, Hardcase had even tackled him to save him from a snowball– until you take all of Rex's attention again. Perhaps frustrated at your team's failure, you abandon the improvised barricade the troopers had managed to put together; crawling out of safety and sprinting towards the captain, snowball clutched in hand. Rex eyebrows shoot upwards, instantly worried. This is just a game, yeah, but what the hell are you doing, exposing yourself like that?

This time, his brothers hold no sympathy. Someone points out at you with a warning shout, and the inmediate succesion of snowballs thrown at your way almost makes Rex flinch.

It's impossible for you to dodge all of them. One impacts right against your knee –perhaps with too much strength, he might need to have a chat with his vods about that later–; and it buckles, making you fall and crash against the snow unceremoniously with a pained groan. Rex is helpless to watch as you hit the back of your head in the fall; and he's already half-way towards you before he has even realised it himself.

The game stops, and silence lays heavyly between the two teams; everyone hesitantly worried about you still sprawled in the snow, not attempting to move even if to ask for the fight to stop. Rex can feel his heart trying to beat it's way out of his chest. He drops to his knees besides you, gold brown eyes flickering over every inch of your face; scent unconsciously proyecting fear and worry.

"Mesh'la, are you okay?" He tries not to pannick in front of everyone, but your eyes are closed, and...

You suddenly lurch forward, tackling his towering form to the side and quickly smearing snow on his shocked face with one hand while the other pushes his chest against the ground. You grin widely, proudly sitting on too of him; and Rex is so fucking relieved to see that you're okay that he can't help but join the laughter around him.

You laugh as well, both hands now clutching his chest plate; and Rex takes his revenge rolling the two of you around and trapping you against the snow. You squeal while trying to dodge his hand, the corner of your eyes wrinkling with happiness; but your strength is nothing compared to his, and he manages to smear a big chunk of snow over your face and neck too.

"That was a dirty move" he points out, lips turned up into a little smile.

You grin up at him, relaxing under his body and accepting your fate. You kind of deserve it.

"War is not won without some of those, dear Captain" you sing-song. "You should know".

Rex rolls his eyes –face still amused– and finally pushes his body away from yours, standing up and offering a hand to you. Panting slightly from the snowfight effort, you gladly accept it and pull yourself up to your feet; shooting a smile at him.

You try not to dwell on how good he had felt on top of you. How his body was the perfect size to make you feel small and vulnerable underneath him; how warm he felt even with his armour on, how deliciously heavy. How pleasure had zig-zaged through your legs and spine towards your crotch under the attention of his golden gaze and his overpowering relieved, happy warm scent. Masculine. Strong. Gentle. Safe. Alpha.

Yes, you try not to think about it. And fail.

Rex calls the game off –ignoring Fives' proud "that's our win for sure!"– and everyone makes their way back to the cruiser, chatting happily in little groups and joking around, spirits lifted and in a good mood. He walks by your side, a bit distracted thinking on how fucking sweet you smelled, how right it had felt to have you underneath him and looking up at him with those pretty eyes of yours. He tries to push that aside and act normal. This is not the time to get hard and indulge in his fantasies. He can do that later; when he's good to grasp his cock in his hand and stroke himself over the edge.

They've barely made it into the main hall when another trooper comments distractedly "mm, smells good in here"; and Rex answers with an involuntary warning growl. The brothers in their inmediate vecinity stop in their tracks, turning towards him in surprise. There has never been a doubt of Rex being an alpha; but he had always managed to control his instincts better than most. For him to react like that... Well, it's certainly unusual.

You push the palm of your hand against the side of your neck, alarmed for both the trooper's comment and Rex's growl –and fuck, didn't that make you wet–; cursing at not feeling the semi-sticky texture of your scent-blocker on top of it. No wonder the clones were able to smell you...

"Officer..." Kix carefully takes a step closer to you, eyeing Rex's dangerous eyes cautiously. "Forgive me for being blunt and intrusive, but if you are in pre-heat I'd sugest for you to go back to your quarters and take a rest".

Get the fuck out of here where there are all but alphas around you, is what you hear, and you nod while blushing in embarassment.

"Y-yeah, I'll do that" you don't bother to correct his statement, not wanting to publicly humiliate yourself any further. "Thank you for your concern, Kix".

The medic nods politely, and Rex inmediately squares up his shoulders next to you.

"I'll walk you to your room" he offers, though his voice holds more finality than anything.

Kix frowns –perhaps worried about your safety– but you give the Captain a short nod and the two of you quietly make your way to your private room.

Stopping outside of your door, Rex clenches his fists and and tries not to let his thoughts linger on the knowledge of you being in pre-heat and all the wonderfull ways he could help you through it. The picture of you suffering in silence, fighting the pain and ache writhing in your bunk, your nest empty and never feeling more vulnerable and lonely that then and there, makes the clone's heart break. He wants to be with you. He wants to tell you how good you had built their nest; make you cum in his tongue until the pain melts away and fuck you in a place where, even if just momentarily, you could both call home.

But he's nothing but a diligent soldier; too polite and respectfull to ask that from you. Too afraid of offending you. Of not being able to see your warm smile directed at him any longer; even if he's only able to enjoy it from a certain distance now. He'd still chose that over nothing at all.

And so Rex swallows every desire –every wish– down and gives you a short nod.

"Take it easy, ma'am" he manages to sound firm and formal. "I'll inform Admiral Yularen that you'll be out of service for a few days for you".

Rex turns around to let you be, struggling to push his instincts aside for much longer; and pannick swells inside of you.

"No!" You impulsively snatch his wrist to stop him, eyes nervously flickering around while you confess in an embarassed whisper. "I'm not... I'm not in pre-heat".

Rex faces you in utter confusion; silently analysing your worried expresion. He breathes your scent in; closing his eyes momentarily and battleling himself. You certainly smell like it. What are you on about?

"But you..." he clears his throat, a small tick in his jaw miraculously being the only external sign of how hard it is to resist to you. "Forgive me, but you certainly smell like it?"

Your cheeks feel on fire. Oh, it is so incredibly embarassing for the reason of your burning desire to point this out out loud to you. You kind of want the floor to swallow you.

You slowly release your hold on him and try to give him a vague explanation.

"It's the snow. You smeared it on my skin and it has washed away the scent blockers, I believe".

Rex frowns.

"That explains why we're able to smell you, but it still..." he hesitates, knowing this is a far from innapropiate conversation to have with anyone, really, and certainly not with you. "That trooper could notice it from meters away with his bucket on. Are you sure your heat isn't around the corner?"

"It's you" you blurt, throwing all caution away.

He's too intelligent to know there's something else going on. And you're out of excuses. Tired of hiding the permanent attraction you have for this handsome, brave man in front of you. The only alpha you've come across that has really made you feel week in the knees. That you'd want to bond with.

"Me?" Rex asks, stunned, unconciously taking a step forward and crowding you against the metal door.

You feel a rush of warmth flowing through you.

"Yes" you swallow your nervousness down, tilting your chin up slightly to look up at him. "You turn me on as quick as a lightsaber ignition whenever you get close to me. And when you holded me under your body out there..."

You pause and confess.

"Captain, this is my body's usual reaction to you, really. You all just haven't noticed because I'm usually quick to hide it under another layer of blockers".

Rex shudders. This is all he has ever asked for. This is the only thing he had ever wanted for himself, the only selfish thing the clone wanted to keep and have in a life of servitude protecting others. Hearing those words coming out of your mouth... Fuck, Rex has never listened to something more beautiful.

"So you want me?" He passionately asks, carefully observing your reaction while he gives in and gently presses you against the door, his body covering yours. "You're telling me that if I wanted to carve myself a place deep inside of you, you'll let me?"

Rex holds your face in his palms, caressing both cheeks with his thumbs reverently, his eyes filled with raw desire and need. His closeness –his words– makes you dizzy with your own. Your breathing grows heavier and your heart speeds up inside your chest.

You can feel the captain's warm breath over your parted lips; almost whispering to you.

"That I could knot you, if I wanted to, right now?"

The image sends a gush of wetness between your legs; and your whole resolve breaks down with the question –the petition, the offer–, an involuntary whimper escaping your throat while you all but impatiently scratch your nails in his shoulder plates.

With just a few words, he has turned you from a controlled, picture-perfect officer to a mess of desire and want.

"Yes" you almost pant. "Yes, fuck, Captain, please".

Rec groans; closing his eyes shut for a few seconds, controlling himself for not to rip your clothes off and fuck you right here and there, out in the corridor where everyone can see you, and tenderly presses his forehead against yours.

One hand goes down to clutch at your squirmy waist. With his other, he thumbs your lower lip.

"If we're going to do this, I don't want titles in here" he finally breathes out, pulling back just enough to lock his eyes on yours. Then, he sort of promises "If you're going to moan something, it's going to be my name".

He searches for an answer in your face; and you inmediately nod wide-eyed, impossibly turned on and excited. You want him to rail you. You want to ravage him.

"Yes, Capt... Yes, Rex".

The way you say his name, so lovingly, so reverent...

Rex slams his hand on the door lock, and gestures you inside with a small, almost defiant tilt of his head.

"Come here, then".

You're not exactly shy –you are confident and sharp most of the time–, but finding yourself completely naked in front of the most handsome man you've ever layed eyes upon, no matter how turned on you are, is not an easy task. You're okay with how you look, with your body; but he's... Outerwordly. His bronze skin, golden brown eyes, trained muscles and strong jaw, war and tenderness mixed in every inch of his body... You bite down onto your bottom lip nervously.

"Are you feeling uncomfortable?" He asks, noticing your hesitance, knees spread from where he's sitting in the edge of your bed –from where he had watched you undress–, naked as well.

You shift your weight from one foot to the other; goosebumps over your skin.

"Not exactly" you answer quietly, shooting him a tiny smile, not really able to explain to him what you're feeling. "Just... Vulnerable".

Rex smiles too; and it's the softest, warmest thing you've had the chance to see on him.

"Fantasy and reality can be quite different. No matter if you've desired this as much as I've done, it's nothing but normal to be a little nervous. Perhaps even scared" he makes a small pause, and after his eyes flicker over every inch of your face, adds just as firmly as he commands in battle. "But I can promiss you are safe with me. I will never disrespect you or treat you unconsiderably. I will listen to you and cherish you just like you deserve".

Warmth blossoms inside your heart. Your eyes blurr. You had thought that Rex only wanted to have fun with you, to enjoy casual, meaningless sex –no matter how good it felt–; but now, after those lovely words and the way he is looking at you, you think that perhaps he wants something else. Something more.

"Come here" he asks again, this time offering his hand to you. "I think you'll feel better skin to skin instead of standing this far away and feeling scrutinized".

You pad forward, and accept his hand with a gentle squeeze. Rex tugs you towards him; and you slowly move to sit down on his lap, his arms inmediately wrapping around your waist.

"You are so beautiful" he murmurs, looking up at you as if he's nothing but enthraced and enamoured with you. "Mesh'la".

You can't help yourself; and you dip down to catch his lips with yours in a quick, heartfelt kiss. I love you, your soul whispers.

Rex hums in delight and answers back with the same passion, deepening the kiss into something sweeter and slower. I love you, he thinks in the safe barriers of his mind.

His warm hands softly travel through your body in a gentle caress; up and down your back, playing with your sides, then slowly dipping forward to brush against a nipple.

You moan quietly in response, growing restless, unconciously starting to move on top of him. Your hands are clasped behind his neck, lips parted in a pleased expresion. You feel sort of powerful, with this strong man patiently sitting under you.

"That's right, beautiful" he hums as he watches you, cheeks starting to flush naturally. "Just enjoy yourself, have your fun on top of me".

His hands tighten on either side of your hips; encouraging you to find more desperate friction against him.

You whimper, feeling his hard cock twitch underneath you; growing more wet as seconds tics by. When you're almost shaking with need and look up at Rex with a clear request on your eyes, he nuzzles his nose against the side of your cheek and asks "Put me inside of you, baby".

You are quick to comply; holding his throbbing cock with one hand while taking a firm hold on his shoulder with the other. Rex stabilises you while you sit down on him; sinking down on his thick, hard cock with a long drawled moan. You close your eyes and concentrate on the feeling; on how good he stretches you and how wonderfull it feels to being filled by him. Full. Your alpha, deep inside of you.

You hum in pleasure,resting your forehead against him; and Rex caresses the sides of your hips tenderly.

"You feel so fucking good, mesh'la" he mumbles, voice hoarse, memorising this moment to come back to it whenever he wants. "So warm and tight".

You kiss him, unable to word your feelings out loud –all coherent thoughts have seemed to dissapeared from your mind, too struck at how good he feels– and slowly start to move your hips in little circles and forward and back on top of him.

Rex groans and holds you tigther against him; half-hugging you to his chest while you take your time riding him. It's... So much. The way his thick cock slides in and out of you is delicious; how you fit around him like a glove. His warm body pressed to yours, the way his hands cling to you, his breath stuttering against your skin... It's what you had wanted and more.

Rex progressively losses himself in you. You look gorgeous on top of him, moaning and whimpering softly and sinking your nails on his shoulders; divided by wanting to hug him closer or fuck yourself faster on his cock. He watches how your face shifts with pleasure and concentration, how your lips part open in a silent gasp. Your scent is floating around him –hot, satiesfied, needy, happy omega–; and he moans, breathing it all in.

The alpha in him growls, pleased with your beautiful compliance but aching to have you underneath him, to being able to properly give you his cock –pump you full, breed you, mark...–; and Rex pants and quickly moves the two of you around. You end up laying on the bed with a quiet gasp; the man inmediately adjusting on top of you and pushing his cock inside of you again.

Your face shifts from surprise to pleasure once more; and you accept him, spreading your legs wider, with a broken moan. Rex answers with a low rumble that pleases your omega in all the right ways and holds the back of your lower thighs with his hands, pushing up under your knees. It folds you further into yourself; allowing him to fuck you deeper, and you can't help but whimper at how good he's doing you. His thrusts are rough and deep, almost punishing you with his strength; but also slow and passionate, personal.

Your gazes lock and you feel so many different things you don't even have the time to sort it through right now. You clench on him, and Rex groans, eyes fluttering shut, fingers digging into your thighs.

He feels his mind growing dizzy; every rational thought blurring together and mixing with his deepest desires. He speeds up, sinking his cock in your wetness and panting from the pleasure and effort; proud at the little gasps, moans and whimpers you answer him with.

Omega. Happy. Omega. Safe. Omega. Needy. Omega. Hot. Omega. Breed. Omega. Love. Omega. Mine. Omega. Mine. Mine. Mine.

The words resonate in his head; and Rex is not completely aware of him echoing them out loud.

"Mine. Mine. Forever. Breed you with my pups. Ours" he's mumbling in a trance. "Omega. Sweet, fierce Omega. Mine, mine, mine".

You feel more wetness gathering inside of you for Rex to coat his cock in; impossibly turned on by the words escaping from his lips. You can tell his alpha's side is getting the best of him; and fuck, aren't you karking glad. You've dreamt about this. About him fucking you, breeding you, claiming you.

Your omega side cries in need and happiness. You're drunk in his pleased, proud, possesive masculine scent.

"Please, please, please..."

You push your head back, arching in the bed and offering him your neck; and Rex moans loudly and dips down to take a long lick on your offered scent glands, swollen and tingly.

You whine, clenching on him; and he mumbles more of his dirty thoughts, mind floating in your sweet scent. In the way you had offered it to him.

"Bite you... Wanna' bite you..." he whispers hoarsely, face hiding in your neck while he continues moving. "Sink my teeth in here and hold you in place while I push my warm cum inside of you..."

"Please, alpha" you finally resort to beg. "Mark me, bite me. Please, Rex".

The clones' hips stutter; the words coming from your lips surely nothing but a fantasy, a spur on the moment thing. But he searches for the truth in your eyes; and in those wide, loving, hopeful eyes, he understands it's nothing but your true wish. Your true desire.

"You want us to bond?" He still manages to ask, nuzzling his nose under your chin affectionately.

"Yes, Rex, please" you caress his sweaty cheek with one hand, eyes blurring with happy tears. "I want you to be my alpha. Just you. Please, Rex, please..."

Rex shuts his eyes, his thrusts growing uncoordinated as his end gets closer.

"My fucking little omega, all mine, mine, mine..." he chants, his hips snapping against yours, the beginning of a knot tugging at your hole. "Gonna' mark you, breed you, knot you..."

You moan and offer your neck to him again, clenching impossibly tighter around him. He whines, and you know he's just as close to cumming as you are.

You cup his face between your hands, and beg him once more, conffident and sure.

"Please, Rex".

And Rex moans, tugs your hair back with one hand and sinks his teeth into your neck, bitting deeply right on your scent glands.

A rush of warmth and pure electrical pleasure zaps through your veins; the bond taking place and tying your hearts together, a mated alpha/omega pair.

Your walls squeeze Rex's cock; and you cum with a cry, the feeling multiplied by his knot growing inside of you. He whines and releases your neck, panting harshly. His hips stutter, and after a few more unstable thrusts he's cuming deep inside of you, filling you with a big load of warm cum. You enjoy every single drop of it; sighing in happiness and relief and swimming in ecstasy at the fresh bite mark on your neck. You can't even focus on the blood or the pain; it's nothing compared to do knowledge of finally being his.

Rex drops his body weight on top of you; a happy, exhausted sigh escaping his lips while he rests his head on your chest. His scent is excited and cheerfull, pleased and overwhelmed; tender and relieved. A hint of guiltiness.

Ignoring how exhausted you are –you're going to need a pair of hours to recover from this–, you move your arms and hug him to your body; legs wrapping around his hips as well so it's easier to not hurt any of you with his knot is still inside of you. You caress his back affectionately, letting him know you're still sure of yourself know that the sex is over and that there's nothing to regret.

Rex pulls his head back slowly and carefully and nuzzles his nose against yours.

"I love you. You were perfect, thank you, I love you".

It's clear his head is still a little fuzzy –as is yours–; and you shoot him a pleased, tired smile, drawing little caresses on his naked back.

"Love you too" you mumble, pecking him softly. "Strong, perfect alpha".

Rex rumbles low in his throat, pleased; and he pushes your chin up with a hand, making space so that he can tend to your wound. He licks slowly and carefully. It sends after-sparks to your toes, and you squirm unconsciously.

Rex grins.

"Perfect little omega. Mine, mine, mine. Finally mine".

THE END.

This is not checked for errors –i'm posting this at 2am as soon as I've finished it– so forgive my mistakes!

On another note, I just wanted to let you readers know about my closest future proyects:

– I'm currently working in a Tech!mer request (the second part to the 100celeb oneshot I already wrote and published for him), and it will be posted next.

– After that, I'll continue writing the Demon!echo fanfic, which I'm very excited for.

– And after THAT, I'll be finally reopening any free ideas requests. Remember you can always check if I'm requesting or not in the announcement in my main masterlist.

Riot!

Rex had gone to sleep tired and a little sore from his sparring session with Anna, having requested at the end of it that Hunter train him in hand to hand instead until he got faster and better and expected to wake up late in the morning and laze away his Sunday afternoon.  He woke up to a psychic migraine so intense he nearly blacked out from the sheer pain of it all.  After several agonizing minutes the pain subsided to an ache that radiated to every part of his skull, but he was able to think now and pulling on some jeans and a jacket he put his shoes on in the air as he flew toward whatever it was that woke him up, guessing that whatever it was, the others would know by the time he got there.  Rex had known that it was only five in the morning when he got up, which made the brightness outside rather odd before he realized that several blocks all around the city were on fire.  “No, no no no…” he dove down to the nearest fire and looked around for anyone that might still be inside of the building.

A fireball nearly burnt his arm off and Sadal turned to see a man with bright fiery eyes glaring at him.  The man threw another fireball from his hands, but this time the mentalist was prepared and batted away the flames, slamming the criminal mutant into a wall so hard that it crumbled.  “You did this!  How many people have died because of you?”  The flames around him began to blaze hotter and brighter and Sadal wrapped a bubble of energy around himself as the room he was in burst into flames.  When he could see properly Sadal launched himself in the direction of the hole he had made in the wall, pulling the pyrokinetic with him outside where he lifted him ten feet in the air and slammed him into the ground as hard as he could.  Sparks danced at his fingertips as he put a dome of energy around the building, hoping to smother the flames.  “Sick bastard,”  returning his attention to the detained and now unconscious criminal the mentalist noted that he was wearing bright blue jeans and a red shirt that had one of the symbols he saw on the uniforms of the detention center’s workers.

Before Sadal could even finish thinking about the symbol he had to dodge a black ball of metal that flew within an inch of his face.  Turning he saw what looked like an S.W.A.T. officer with metal spheres floating around him, but on the breast of his armor there was the same symbol but in violet instead of blue.  The younger instantly put up his hands and pulled back his hood.  “Ah, I see,” the man relaxed his stance and nodded.  “Your one of that new pack running around trying to be heroes.  Look, kid, this place has gone to hell.  The center lost all power and the prisoners all escaped.  Most of them are wreaking havoc right now and we need all the help we can get.”

“Right, of course.  Did you happen to see Alcor, Mizar or Antares by any chance?”  Sadal pulled his hood back on and held the escapee up in the air for the officer to bind with some metal cord he had on him.  “I’m worried they might be in trouble.”

“Everyone’s in trouble right now kid, but yeah, I saw Alcor running around slicing and dicing all the convicts he could get his hands on.  Think I saw him chasin after another speedster.”  An explosion could be heard and a huge fireball shot into the sky and the mentalist was already flying as fast as he could to help out.  He saw, to his great surprise, Jon holding a grenade in his hand with a hood over his eyes.  One of two mutants ran at him, and he chucked the grenade, which surprised the mentalist in that it turned into a bright flash of light that wrapped around her and turned into cord like the officers had.  Unfortunately the other threw a mailbox at his head when he threw it.

Before it could hit him Sadal grabbed it out of the air and tossed it back at her telekinetically.  “Etamin, how many have you caught and how did you make that?”  He raised a brow as a violet light appeared in his hand and another grenade appeared when the light faded.  Tossing it at the convict and restraining her Etamin turned to Sadal and the older’s eyes widened a bit at the bruise he saw on the other’s cheek.  “Damn, what gave you that?”

“In order, fifteen, Lilac helped me make it with our magic, and a guy who was swinging a bat around really hard when all of this started.”  Looking around he muttered under his breath and a gust of wind brought a broken metal rod to his outstretched hand.  The technopath glared at it for a moment before closing his eyes, a bright purple glow going from his arm to his hand and up the rod as he muttered under his breath, though it sounded as though two people were speaking through the same mouth.  The rod repaired itself once he was done and a spark raced up from the part that didn’t have a handle grip.  “They broke my baton.”

“That is a taser rod.”  Mauve eyes stared into magenta before Sadal shrugged.  “Until you prove otherwise I’m calling it a taser rod.  Now, let's see if we can help these guys out and get the convicts back into juvy.  Oh and hello to Lilac, if I could see you I’d shake your hoof.” The mentalist floated up and levitated the other with him as he tried to sift through the madness and noise in his head and find another convict.  Once he could make out all the energies he noticed a line of them going dim one by one.  “That’s Alcor or Mizar… Antares needs our help.”  Wrapping an arm more securely around his friend’s waist Sadal carried the immediately protesting technopath with him above the buildings and fires.

“I can walk ya know!”  Etamin glared at his friend but stopped squirming once they got to a certain height and looked down at all the chaos in the streets.  There were people running out of their homes and bodies littered across the streets and on the curbs of roads that they flew over at high speeds.  “This is horrible… what caused this?”

“I have no idea, but whatever it is will pay for all the blood being spilled today.”  The mentalist’s voice was nearly a growl and he picked up his pace a bit after saying it.  A silence stretched on between them as they raced over battles between the mutant riot police and convicts, people screaming and buildings burning, melting and crumbling to the ground.  “See if you can do something about any of the fires.”

“All of it?  Are you crazy?”  The older actually turned to raise a brow at him for that.  “Yeah I know but are you that crazy?  I just learned I have magic!”

“Whatever flames you can put out without passing out, manage them.”  Sadal’s voice was calmer than usual and he turned his head forward as he slowed to a stop and set down on some grass, leaving the other to deal with a couple nearby fires.  “Find me when you can!”

Watching his friend race off to fight some other mutants Etamin rolled his eyes and turned to the closest fire, which happened to be a whole house and part of the front yard.  “Ready Lilly?”  He got an affirmative in response after a moment and held up his hands, glow leaving his eyes as he drew on his magic solely.  “Ventorum spiritus chaos restinguendo igni.”  The wind around him picked up with a bitter and unnatural chill to it as he repeated the spell under his breath several times.  The front yard was put out almost right away, and the flames in the house seemed to lose their gusto in the face of the cool winds whipping around the area.  Before he could finish putting the house out Lilac took control and jerked him out of the way of a glob of black goop that melted the ground that it hit.  “Thanks, Lily.”  His eyes lit up again as he pulled out his baton and glared at the brown haired mutant grinning his way, looking no older than him.  “If that came from your mouth, you must be some sort of extraterrestrial, and I know usually acid spitting ones are ugly, but not that ugly.”  As he had taunted the other spat out another glob of acid, this one grazing his outermost jacket, forcing him to throw it off before it ate through everything.  “I liked that jacket!”  Dodging another loogie he slammed his rod into the guy’s knee, grimacing at the cry of pain it earned him before jabbing it into the guy’s stomach, pushing him down and electrocuting him into submission.  He stepped back pointing the tip of the baton at the convict and it opened up at the end, shooting out a piece of rope like fabric that struck the man’s wrist and wrapped around him like a snare from there.

“Sadal better be having as fun a time as me or I might feel bad for him.”  The technopath grinned at the convicts that were looking his way, pulling a small metal sphere from his jacket and priming it as he ran to a piece of rubble for cover, tossing it over at the closest one, who tried to hit it with a shard of ice.  “Try not to cry people!”  With a louder pop than it should have had the sphere exploded and let loose a cloud of tear gas and shrapnel.  “You really shouldn’t run toward the bombs, they tend to hurt!”

Meanwhile, Sadal and Antares were fighting off about twenty people, half of whom had super strength and liked to test out how far Jacob’s new levels of durability went.  Thankfully strength came with that durability and he returned the favor each time, feeling rather thankful for his ADHD each time he dodged a chunk of metal, bolt of lightning or shard of ice that were flying at him and Sadal every time one of the convicts wasn’t in the way.  “These guys don’t wanna give up do they?”

“Nah, but they’ll have to!”  Sadal growled out as he drove his heel into a pyrokinetic’s head and blocked a hail of ice and metal from the other kinetics.  “They interrupted my sleep with this and we can’t have that!”  He caught a sharp looking piece of frozen metal and tossed it to his brother.  “Show me that pitch of yours again?”  The mentalist lifted and tossed three tanks at once, each landing about three yards away in each direction as the younger mutant threw the shard at a cryokinetic and cut his cheek, air dashing out of the way just in time when the ferrokinetic shot another piece of shrapnel his way.  “Ey ey ey!  I’m your target, not him, got it?”  At first Sadal’s comment went ignored and more shards of cars were thrown his brother’s way, but then a bolt of lightning streaked out of his fingertips and struck the metal user dead in their chest.  “Listen to me when I’m talking to you!”

Hardly fazed by the outburst Antares grabbed two of the convicts, flew up into the air and slammed their heads together before letting them drop fifteen feet to the concrete, dive bombing someone who was about to tackle Sadal.  “If you wanna hit something I told you I’ll gladly hit you with your own fist, I don’t know why you insist on looking for other targets.”  The crimson eyed flier just barely dodged a left hook and threw the offending criminal into the closest electrokinetic, who was being pushed his way by a telekinetic burst from Sadal.  “Have you seen the others?”

“No, but an officer told me that Alcor is running around helping out with that sword of his and I know Mizar isn’t going to just stand around and let a riot happen without him!”  A grin stretched across his face as he blocked a few more shards of ice before yanking the cryokinetic to him and landing an uppercut on his jaw, launching the man in the air before swinging his leg in an arc to his right, dispersing an oncoming fireball.  As he stared at the pyro trying to roast him alive, the mentalist noted several flashes of light that illuminated flying shapes in the air before striking them.

Mizar was a bit upset that all of this was happening, but at the same time he was having way too much fun playing AA turret to really be all that mad.  Everywhere he saw someone in a juvy suit flying around trying to get the drop on someone he hit them with a photon shot or two and grinned as they fell.  A few of them were on ice slopes, some were hovering on plates of metal and manhole covers, but the real problem was the one guy who just happened to have both flight and self-replication.  That guy was getting on Mizar’s nerves.  So was the lack of sunlight to fuel his shots since it meant he had to be careful with how much power he put behind each blast.  Someone decided to come up behind him and waste his time by stabbing him in the back.  They didn’t get up after the blast they got, and he wondered if anyone could get up after losing their head shortly before jumping down from the roof and breaking into the home he had been standing on.  “Please still work, I am not dying today.”  His mutterings were answered when the lights came on after he found the switch.  The sophomore raised his hand to the light bulb and the light from the bulb visibly flowed out of it and into his palm, the wound on his back lighting up before sealing itself up, stopping the steady flow of blood dripping onto the floor.  He took a minute to stretch when he felt the building shake and jumped through the window he had broken.

“C’mon man, you’re not serious.”  To Mizar’s shock and utter disbelief, there were three criminals outside with brightly glowing brown eyes, all looking as though they were trying to lift something.  Looking behind him he saw the cracks in the ground around the house before glaring at the offending mutants and aiming his hand at them.  Nothing came out except for a dull white glow and Mizar felt more exhausted than he had in a while.  “Now I’m getting irritated.”  Focusing what little energy he had to spare into his muscles, Mizar charged forward and connected his fist with the face of the first one in front of him, breaking her concentration and lessening the shaking behind him.  “Wanna dance?”  A rock just missed his head in response and his fists went flying.

Etamin ducked another fireball and rolled out of the way of a chunk of glass that had been thrown his way, slamming the electrified baton into everyone who got close and using his magic to keep the shots that he couldn’t dodge from hurting him too badly.  He was glad that Lilac had remembered the spell after he got hit with a bullet made of burning hot ash that left a nasty mark on his arm and burned off part of his sleeve.  Gritting his teeth as he felt another blow land on his leg Jon tossed another restraint grenade before throwing down a smoke bomb.  Running out of it, he let Lilac create a few more grenades while he took a deep breath and concentrated on the magic he could still feel within him.  Holding out his palms the wizard in training focused that magic on the air around him.  “Fera aer choro!”  Twin currents of wind flew forward and knocked all five of the remaining criminals into the air.  He used his hands to guide the wind and sent two of them down to the ground, one went flying back and the other two went even higher into the air.

Taking his chance, Etamin grabbed two of the grenades and tossed them in with the current, capturing the two in the air.  He ran forward, hood coming down as he dropped another pair on the two whom had yet to get back up and grabbed his baton from his pocket, smacking the last convict in the leg, then the back before jamming the metal rod into his back and zapping him with it.  Once the older mutant was down he hit him with the coiling net from the rod and leaned up against a building to rest.  “This … this is fun isn’t it Lily?”  The technopath felt a glare from his tulpa and laughed shaking his head.  “Yeah, I know… I think it’s about time for a break, don’t you?”

Alcor was feeling overworked as he went from building to building, pulling people out of the ones that were falling down or on fire and knocking out the convicts that were attacking random families and buildings.  If he saw someone getting too close to a kill he made his own, Sadal didn’t need to know about that.  As he crossed blades with another speedster, his usual shadow blades turned into combat knives to save up energy, even though he hardly needed it with all the darkness and shadows still around, just barely managing to counter each slash and stab from the reinforced shiv, he wondered why he was even thinking about what Sadal thought.  It wasn’t as though he had to listen to the older mutant, Alcor knew far more about the mutant world that Sadal.  Finally finding his opening and taking it, the shadow weaver slashed the other speedster’s hand, blocking the incoming counter slash with his other knife and kicked his feet out from under him, tripping the older man up.

Looping around he created two more knives and shoved them into the man’s wrists, just short of his veins, and pinned him to the ground with them.  “The riot officers will see you shortly.”  Running away from the pained scream of the criminal Alcor noticed Mizar was down to melee from the lack of light and taking on three terrakinetics at once.  Concentrating heavily on the knife in his right hand he threw it at the one closest to him, who was about to taking Mizar’s head off with a chunk of the ground.  “I see you’re having fun Mizar.”  He sidestepped the pillar of rock that jutted out in front of him as the group’s attention was divided.

“Where have you even been Alcor, you know it’s no party without you here.”  Jumping over another rock Mizar landed a couple of jabs before ducking a kick aimed at his head.  “Took you till the sun started rising to get here.”  He managed a small shield to block the hail of pebbles that came at him like machine gun rounds and hooked his foot with the crown of one woman’s head, knocking her to the ground and out of the fight.  The pebbles stopped and he lunged forward, ramming his shield into the man shooting them at him before slamming his fist into his face a few times.  Once he was satisfied that the other was incapacitated for the moment the light user grinned over at his friend to see that he was wrapping up the last part of this fight.

“Sorry, I was dealing with another speedster, glad to see you save a terra for me.”  Running into the broken window of the nearest house Alcor came back holding a metal bar and wrapped his shadows around it, grabbing the hands of the convict he knocked out and bending the bar around his wrists.  Going back in he handed Mizar one and they restrained the other two before Alcor grabbed Mizar by the waist with a grin.  “Shall I take you to the closest fire for a recharge?”

“Saving me an exhausting trip?  How nice of you.”  Fully aware of who was stronger at the moment Mizar wrapped an arm around his friend and held on tight as he sped down the streets to the nearest burning building, setting him down just outside of it before racing in to grab any civilians that could be trapped inside.  Mizar held out both hands and closed his eyes, focusing on the warmth and light of the flames that lit up the street.  Exhaling sharply he slowly breathed in, all the light from the fire fading away and narrowing itself to where he stood, all his cuts and bruises healing up steadily.  Alcor came out several times carrying a couple of families that almost didn’t make it with him as the fire slowly turned into nothing but energy and flowed like liquid light out of the building and into Mizar.  “Any news on the others?”

“I ran past Sadal and Antares dealing with a mob while I was fighting that other speedster and I think those blonde kids were out there fighting as well.”  Alcor paused as he set down a coughing child before nodding to himself.  “Yeah, Arcturus and Regulus are fighting too.  Only seen people going down that fast when it's me fighting them, though.”

Hunter was, in a word, pissed.  He barely had time to grab his lance when the riot started, he was still in his underwear and he was only just close enough to stay in psychic contact with his sister while he fought back the mutants that thought it was a good idea to come near his house.  His mom was throwing blades of wind everywhere she saw someone while he was jabbing, smacking and slashing at all that came into range.  A car was suddenly zooming into his face as he kicked another mutant away.  “Vacao gladio!”  Golden light encased his lance that sliced the car in half as he swung it upwards, which sent the halves into the convicts who were trying to sneak up on him from behind.  “You morons don’t actually think you can step in on the Geoffersons and get away with it?  Y'all must be crazy!”  Someone lost their arm, another got their ribs cracked and he used the lance to vault over an incoming manhole, landing with his foot on someone’s chest.  His heel connected with their jaw before their hands could reach his ankle and he pointed the sharp end of his weapon at the closest person running toward him.

He didn’t get the chance to say the spell he was going to use as they dropped to their knees with a pained scream and he could suddenly hear the sound of various birds of prey screeching into the air.  “Arcturus!”  Hunter ran off and threw his lance at the only standing convict as he reached his sister.  She lay panting in the center of a wide ring of people, all of whom looked like they were getting far too close for comfort.  There was a glassed over look in her eyes and he could see her aura was dim.  “Get some rest Dream girl, I’ve got this.”  She nodded slowly and he helped her get back to the front door before turning and reaching out with his hand.  “Meus manos manos.”  His lance removed itself from the corpse of the criminal mutant that he had impaled with it and flew to his hand, just in time for him to slam the blunt end of it into the leg of someone who thought they could sneak up on him with invisibility, busting a kneecap.  Wielding his weapon as though it were weightless he ran off to check the perimeter and make sure neither of his parents needed help.

As he ran, looking for the flashes of light that he knew were his father’s mental attacks, he called out spell after spell that he knew, throwing up wards around the house and removing pests that he noticed the rest of his family hadn’t yet.  Ducking he avoided a wind blade as it went flying towards something that had been aimed at his head and he stopped with a frustrated growl.  “Ya coulda waited till I had some pants on before you did this, ya know.”  Something big came into view, made of metal and ten feet tall at least, and the blond rolled out of the way of a heavy fist that nearly crushed him flat.  “Now see that’s rude.  All I’m sayin is that you could have waited a little bit before you came out to die.  Vacao gladio!”  His lance lit up again and he used it to block a few jabs aimed at his head and chest before giving an experimental swing.  The blade made a nice cut into metal skin and blood started pouring from the wound as the confirm mutant roared in outrage at him, only getting a grin in return.

Ducking a likely lethal sweep of their arm he stabbed them in the leg and just barely blocked a blow to the head that left his arms feeling a bit numb for a moment.  Going for a stab he saw that the metal went deeper than just the skin and had to abandon his lance for the moment as he got kicked square in the chest, the wind knocked clean out of his lungs.  When he landed he looked up with a slight wheeze as he tried to get his breath back to see a thin and precise cut run itself along the other’s arm, stopping them in their tracks.  A merciless expression crossed Hunter’s features as he held out his hand and calmly said, “Meus manos manos.”  The bladed tip of the lance slid further into the mutant’s back until it was coming out of their gut and flew to the blond’s hand.  Spinning the lance at his side the man chuckled to himself.  “Never thought I’d take down someone as big as you this early in the morning, but there’s a first time for everything I guess.  Lux procudit.”  A beam of golden light shot out of the tip of the lance and struck the metal giant in the forehead, coming out the other end.  Watching the convict fall to the ground he waited to see if they would get back up or if their power would repair the damage.  After a bit of prodding the senior was satisfied that the mutant was dead and headed back to his search for his father, spotting the bright flames coming from the older man’s mind.

Sadal walked out of a building carrying three pyrokinetics with his mind while one of the riot officers put out the blaze.  “How much of this is left to deal with?  I was hoping to sleep in today.”  He could only scarcely see the blue glow of the officer’s eyes through his visor, but he assumed that he was getting an incredulous eyebrow raise and laughed a bit.  “I’m serious.  This interrupted my sleep and I plan on catching up the rest of the day.”

“There doesn’t appear to be much left to deal with in the city besides clean up,” the man finally said after a few more seconds of staring at the mentalist, who seemed like he may or may not have been one of the people who escaped and was blending through all the chaos.  “The ones who thought causing a huge panic all over the city and destroying everything in sight would be fun have been taken down.  All that’s left are the subtle ones I’m guessing.”

Sadal nodded at this and turned to Antares and Etamin, the latter of whom looked exhausted to the point that he was about to fall asleep leaning against the crumbling brick wall.  “We’re heading to the place now.  C’mon.”  He wrapped an arm around the technopath’s waist and started floating up into the air, shortly followed by Antares, who suspected there was another reason for taking the most tired of them to the forest.  When they were halfway there Sadal nudged Etamin in the side.  “Jon, Lilac, I need you to contact Alcor, Mizar, and Arcturus if you can.  I’m gonna try for Arcturus and Algol as well.”  The raven haired teen bobbed his head in response, eyes never opening, and Sadal reached out with his mind, searching for his boyfriend who he suspected to have been having a great deal of fun.

When he found Algol’s mind he prodded it gently a few times to get his attention.  Robert, it’s Rex, I need you to come to this place.  Directions he knew from various flights over the county went from his mind to the older man as he ‘spoke’ to him.  It’s important.  Be ready for a fight just in case we can’t handle it before you get there.  He felt a shrug from his boyfriend and left his mind, searching instead for Anna’s.  Hey, Dreambender, are you still up?

There was a heavy sigh on the other end of the psychic connection and a pause before she responded in an irritated voice.  My brother is heading to the Station and I refuse to be left out of a meeting.  He chuckled at that and sucked his teeth when he realized she had heard him.  What’s so funny?

It’s… more than just a meeting.  I’m curious to see who will be doing what when we get there.  How does one attack another’s mind?  There was a sharp feeling of being hung up on before the mentalist returned his attention to where he was flying.  “Arcturus and Regulus are on their way, as is Algol.  Anything with Mizar and Alcor?”  He looked over at the magic user and raised a brow at the disbelief that he managed to express without even opening his eyes.  “Is this a good shocked or a bad shocked?”

“How good are you with that lightning?”  Frowning at the bark of laughter in his ear Etamin shook his head and got a better grip on his friend.  “How do you have this much energy?  I didn’t take my pills and I don’t have this much energy.”  He knew it couldn’t have been from the ADHD, they all had it and both he and Antares were feeling tired, yet Sadal showed no signs of fatigue as he raced through the air toward the junk yark that was their hide out.

“That’s my little secret mon ami,” was his only cryptic reply.  They flew the rest of the way in silence, only speaking up again when they found what had caused Jon to make the look he had.  “So, bad shocked.  Got it.”

In front of them was a giant rock creature, at least thirty feet tall, throwing cars around at Mizar and Alcor, who were barely managing to put a dent in it.  It looked up and gave the newcomers a fearsome roar before lobbing another wrecked car their way, which Sadal just barely caught and threw back.  “What exactly do we do about this thing?”  Antares looked around for something to help them but without knowing what the limits of his strength were he wasn’t sure what help he could be against this thing.  Another car almost hit Mizar, who was barely hanging on even in the sunrise, and he decided to go for it anyways, charging down as fast as he could and slamming his fist into the rock that the monster was made of.  Everyone heard something crack and Antares was yanked back by an invisible thread of force as he let out a loud scream of pain.

“First off, don’t do that again.”  Sadal was seething now because that was a terrible idea and they didn’t know if Antares had the same healing factor as the rest of them, seeing as to how Etamin certainly didn’t seem to at the moment.  “Grab something heavy and hit them with it.  I’ll be right back.”  Without waiting for confirmation from his brother Sadal headed into the forest and laid Jon down on a log.

“What are you doing?  I need to help with the fight.”  The technopath tried to stand up, only to be gently pushed back down, finding himself too weak to resist.

“Rest you tech head, you’ve done enough.  I’ll be back to get you.”  Forcing the younger to lay down and rest, Sadal flew up above the treetops and sped back to the fight scene, where Hunter and Arcturus had just arrived and were showing off their skills with their weapons, both of which were glowing.  Antares threw a motorcycle engine at the creature to distract it and Arcturus struck its leg with her staff while Hunter and Alcor sliced into its side and the other leg.  Getting an idea Sadal took a deep breath and built up a charge in his palms, rubbing them together and pulling them apart.  Arms spread wide, he slammed them together and released a shockwave of electricity that turned on the lights of every semi working vehicle in the junkyard.  Mizar wasted no time draining the light from all of them at once and putting the energy into a powerful blast that pushed the creature back, giving the others another chance to cut its legs and knock it on its back.  “So, Hunter, what exactly is this thing?  Please don’t tell me it’s a golem.”

“Sorry Lil buddy,” the blond jumped back as the golem rose to its feet and chucked a semi as it did.  “No idea who woulda sent it after … Sadal?”  He paused and did a double take when he saw Sadal covered head to toe in pink electricity, eyes blazing red.

“He will pay for this!”  The air was steadily being ionized as he raged internally and flew as fast as he could, slamming an electrified fist into the golem’s stone chest, leaving several cracks where Antares broke his hand.  The monster swatted at him, but he grabbed its hand with his telekinesis and squeezed.  “That filthy piece of shit!”  The other hand slammed into him as a stone fist and the mentalist found himself laying on a cracked windshield.  That continued to splinter and crack under the pressure of his anger.  He dimly heard Hunter’s voice saying something in a language that wasn’t latin and a stream of electrical energy, or what looked like it, shot out of his lance and flowed around the golem like a net.  Everyone raced towards Mizar, a wall of white covering them as the sun peaked over the mountains of junk and static rolled across the atmosphere of the area.  Launching himself into the air Sadal let out a roar that sounded completely inhuman and all the energy surged into his body and out of his palm, striking the golem with a continuous stream of lightning that flowed like a river and the creature shattered, crumbling to dust from the sheer force and power of the attack.

Mizar dropped his barrier, shocked by the cracks that he could see in it, and stared at where Sadal sat, static rolling across his skin in incessant waves as he seethed and slammed his fist into the ground, creating a small crater and scorch mark.  “Rex?  What’s going on?”

“That thing that possessed Austin!” Tears were falling from his eyes now, which were blank magenta and glassed over like polished gems.  “It did this!  IT TOOK AUSTIN!”  Everything went silent then, the sounds and smells of burning metal and cracking glass fading away to nothing as they took in the words.  The sun shone down on them with brilliant light, and Rex had never felt so mocked in his life.

So, there will be no more updates until I finish typing Arc 3. So until then happy october, and if it’s not updated by then then... HAPPY HALLOW WEEN!

Lesson Plan

The next day Rex flew to Hunter and Anna’s house, which was in the process of being painted in a gold and purple color scheme, and knocked on the door.  A tall blond man with deep indigo eyes opened the door, a welcoming smile on his face.  “Why hello there!  What can I do for you young man?”  The man had on a blue and black plaid button up, open to reveal a white v neck and blue jeans that had oil stains on them, as well as a symbol that Rex couldn’t quite make out.

“Ah, hello Mr. Geofferson,” the senior put on a smile and held out his hand to the older man, the charm he usually put on whenever he spoke to an older adult oozing through without thought.  “My name is Rex Tutamen and I’m a friend of Anna and Hunter.  I was hoping to say hi?”  As the older shook his hand Rex could have sworn he heard laughter in his head, and since Anna was there he probably had.

“Ah yes, I think I remember Anna tellin me to watch out for you.”  The man leaned in close and his eyes seemed to darken a bit.  “If you hurt my son in any way I promise they won’t find the body.”  This time Rex knew he heard laughter as he sighed and shook his head.

“Sir, I’m not dating your son or interested in that way, seeing as to how I already have a boyfriend.  Anna’s laughing in my head about this right now, as I suspect you can hear, and” he added with an almost challenging smile.  “If I were dating Hunter, I would never hurt him in any way possible.  Not that I’d hurt him now that is.”  The two stared into each other’s eyes like that for a moment longer before the blond leaned back and laughed.

“You passed.  Also, call me Keifer; Mr. Geofferson makes me feel old.”  He turned and called into the house.  “Hunter, Anna, Rex is here!”  Turning back to the senior he gave a small wave before heading back inside.  “Nice to meet you, Rex.”

“And you Keifer.”  Rex leaned back on the railing of the porch as he waited, picking up on a bit of psychic chatter from inside the house.  Something about an Alpha.  They must have been watching a nature documentary or something.  Two blondes appeared in the doorway and smiled at him.  “Hey Anna, Hunter.  We need to talk.”  Hunter grinned and the siblings backed into their house.

“We were about to start making lunch, and I get the feelin you’re hungry.”  Fully agreeing with that sentiment Rex followed them inside, kicking off his shoes and leaving them at the door as he closed it.  “So, what did you wanna talk about?”  Anna grabbed some bread as the senior glanced around their house, noting several pictures of them when they were kids along the walls, which were painted over in indigo with several swirling patterns.

“You guys knew it was the forest, didn’t you?”  His voice was equal parts accusation and curiosity.  Rex wasn’t sure what exactly the extents of the Geoffersons’ psychic abilities were.  For all he knew, they knew everything already and were just playing par for the course.  “You,” he pointed at Hunter, who was putting mayonnaise on four slices of bread and mustard on two more, “can See things, I’m sure of that.  Probably the future.  And you,” he pointed this time to Anna, who was grabbing slices of meat and cheese along with a tomato and a knife, “can hear thoughts and probably have clairaudience.  What do emotions sound like?”

To his surprise, Anna and Hunter didn’t even stop moving.  “Anger sounds like distortion for one, not metal.  How’d you come up with clairaudience?  Even most nerds we’ve met haven’t thought that one up.”

“I’m a much nerdier than those nerds then,” the mentalist’s chest puffed out in pride and he adjusted his glasses dramatically.  “Because if there’s a psychically enhanced sight then there must be such for all the primarily accessible senses.”  He stayed in that pose for about five seconds of silence before all three broke out into laughter.  “Ok, but seriously, how long did you know and why didn’t you just tell me?”

“As soon as I told you what to do,” the older blond grinned mischievously at the gawk that earned him.  “And because you had to discover it for yourself.  I can only guide you to the right spot; I can’t just give you a straight answer.”  Anna handed him the meat and cheese and he started stacking the meat on the slices, putting in some cheese every few pieces of meat.

“Probably cause you’re not.”  The empath shrugged at the snort and headshake her joke got her and grabbed a cutting board before getting to work on the tomato slices.  “It’s no worse than what you can come up with.”  She turned her attention to the mentalist with a raised brow.  “You either writer boy and you know it.”

“True,” he admitted with little to no pride, reclining in the air and turning so that he was still facing them but on his side.  “So, about those magic lessons,” Hunter’s sigh of exasperation went totally ignored, “Care to give me some?”  Really, Rex knew better than to get his hopes up simply because Anna gave a thoughtful hum as she cooked and was only mildly surprised when she threw her knife at him after a few more slices.  “I’ll take that as a no then,” he mumbled as he set the knife, which had come to an inch in front of his face, down on the counter furthest from the two.  “May I ask why not?”

“Firstly your assumption that I know magic as well is false,” the blonde handed the slices to her brother, who mixed them in with the other ingredients seamlessly.  “And secondly, you’ve barely scratched the surface as far as physical abilities go, so we’re not going to do anything with the metaphysical and immaterial just yet.”

Before Rex could ask Hunter placed the top slices of bread onto the sandwiches and handed the one with mustard to Anna, one with mayo to the mentalist.  “No magic or psychic training until you can beat us in combat unaided by your powers.”  With that clarified the magic user took a bite of his own sandwich and started putting away the things they used to make the food, whilst the freshman grabbed a few plates for them.

“So, do you want to start with hand to hand or weapon based fighting?”  Rimi carried her plate with her into the dining room and sat down at the six person table, setting her brother’s plate to the seat next to hers.  Rex sat down across from them and took a bite of his sandwich, allowing himself to be lost in how well put together a few pieces of meat tomato and cheese could be for a moment, and swallowed.

“I have to know how to fight with my hands before I can move on to using a weapon don’t I?  The hand to hand moves get applied to the weapon, depending on what I use, and I keep training in both.”  After his questioning, the mentalist took another bite of the sandwiching, deciding on an afterthought that he’d try meditating in the forest when he was done there.

“Ah, so there is a brain in there!”  Hunter walked in and ruffled the younger senior’s low-cut hair with a grin and a mouthful of sandwich as he went to sit down.  “After we eat we’re going to attack you and see how good you are without your powers.  I get the feeling several of them happen reflexively so we’ll have to go downstairs to truly test that.”

“There’s some kind of mineral that’s able to suppress the natural energy that mutants use to fuel their powers and there’s a surplus surrounding your basement isn’t there?”

“No, we set up chi dampeners so that mutants can’t use their powers down there, but that’s a good guess.”  Hunter swallowed before snorting at his sister’s indignant shout.  “He was gonna figure it out soon anyways.”

“Yes, in a very dramatic reveal that you just ruined!”  Anna punched her brother’s arm and rolled her eyes at the amused look Rex was giving her.  “Don’t pretend you don’t know what we’re talking about, you’re observant.”  The empath gave an aggressive bite to her sandwich as she narrowed her eyes at the senior.

“Wow,” the bespectacled mentalist blinked a couple of times, feeling rather flattered.  “Most people don’t assume I’m paying attention enough to know exactly what they’re talking about.  Eavesdropping is a lot easier when no one is paying attention to you.”  Using his power to cut the remainder of his sandwich in half Rex raised a brow at the pair.  “So this is chi that I use?”

“That’s one classification for it anyway.”  Hunter finished off the last bite of his sandwich and leaned forward, resting his chin in his folded hands.  “Chi, Ki, Jing, physical energy in general.  It’s what comes from mainly the body.  Your power, however, is slightly different.”  He tapped the center of his forehead with his first two fingers.  “You’re psychic like us, and so your power also comes from mental energy, the power of the mind.  It’s called Psi, and just like ions are measurements of energy on this plane, psions are units of measure for mental energy.  Of course…”

“You’re also a magical being,” Anna picked up after she finished her own sandwich, stacking her plate on top of Hunter’s.  “Which means you draw even more on your psi than the standard mentalist.”  To the surprise of both siblings Rex raised his hand and patiently waited for Hunter to ask “Yes?”

“Bull.  Psi is mental energy, and magic isn’t fueled by that.”  The psychics seemed taken aback, but he continued regardless.  “Psychic powers such as future sight, or Sight, in general, clairsentience, empathy, that stuff uses psi, sure.  Magic draws on the energy all around us, it flows throughout nature and binds all living things to each other, hell it binds living and nonliving things.”  If they looked close enough, which Hunter always did, they’d see that the mentalist’s eyes were more purple than pink at the moment.  “Magic is life energy, Mana.  How you two don’t realize that I have no idea.”  There was silence for a long moment, in which the pinkish purple returned to pure magenta and then back to brown.

“That makes a lot more sense than what’s been established in the magic community and what you find in any basic magic book,” the younger finally complimented, after reevaluating what she knew about her world for a moment, “but how did you come to a conclusion that they entire mystic and mutant community didn’t?”

“Well for one, I don’t give a damn what the community says,” Hunter snorted at that, wholeheartedly agreeing.  Sure the communities were both pretty useful in terms of keeping order, but they often times couldn’t tell their heads from their knees as far as he was concerned.  “And also, it told me when I felt it in the forest.”  This time the blondes were prepared for the odd news, which Hunter didn’t find all that odd since the younger senior had been going into those woods for at least a month now.  “Now then, shall we get to the part of your house where you like to beat up poor innocent mutants?”  That brought a grin to Anna’s face and Hunter put away the plates as his sister led their new friend down to the basement.  “Please don’t bruise me.”

“I’ll do my best not to,” she grinned, sounding as though she had tried many times not to but never really succeeded.