#electricterrorist

It’s  witty  banter  and  terrible  puns  that  happen  between  the  two,  or  is  it  him  just  idealizing  their  relationship?   Him  believing  that  Cole  MacGrath  actually  liked  him,  that  Cole  actually  didn’t  mind  that  he  was  now  the  face  of  Conduitism.   The  Bannerman.    

He  worries.   

Unnecessarily  so.   Because  this  wasn’t  Reggie,  this  wasn’t  family.   But  every  time  Cole  opened  his  mouth  to  criticize  or  to  scold,  he  felt  like  a  little  kid  again.    A  small  little  kid  that  did  everything  wrong.  He  knows  he  shouldn’t  be  so  hard  on  himself,  but  this  was  Cole  MacGrath   ;     patron  saint  of  new  marais.    Whereas  Delsin  Rowe  was  The  Bannerman.   The  dude  was  the  turning  point  in  conduitism,   he  was  the  celebrated  hero.  He  was  the  standard.  He  shouldn’t  be  worried  but  he  is.

“  Hey,  you  ever  think  Seattle  would  love  you?  ———-  `     A  rhetorical  question,   and  he  lets  the  silence  culminate  between  the  space  between  them.   They  were  eachother’s  foil,   

“  I  think  they  would,   you  know,   if  you  just  told  them  all  you  were  alive…   `

But  Seattle  was  less  than  kind  to  Conduits  now  thanks  to  him.   The  last  thing  they  wanted  was  a  another  conduit  to  stir  things  up  in  their  city;   even  a  patron  saint.  And  Cole  had  Delsin  to  thank  for  that.   Even  if  he  were  to  announce  his  existence  to  Seattle,  to  the  world  even,   he’d  be  criticized  and  targeted.   He  was  the  beast  once,  he  could  be  once  again.

But  they’d  be  blaming  the  wrong  person.

Even  now  he  feels  the  changes  in  his  body.   The  accumulation  of  power  and  elements  crowding  inside  him,   fighting  for  room,   leaking  from  him  like  loose  faucet.   It  was  overwhelming.   But it  was  also  addictive.   To  know  he  had  all  this  potential  inside  him,   ready  to  do  whatever  he  wanted  to  do.   He  can  still  hear  Reggie  now,   ‘is  this  how  you  want  to  leave  your  mark  on  the  world?  huh?’   

He  briefly  wonders  if  this  was  how  The  Beast  felt  when  he  had  lost  control.   This  choice  that  was  so  easy  to  mistake  as  something  good,   like  he  could  be  an  influence  for  change.   Radical  change.   

He  worries  but  that  worry  is  offset  by  hope.   Cole  MacGrath  was  a  hero.  There  was  no  denying  that,   no  matter  how  much  teased  and  berated  him.   He’s  always  had  potential  to  be  something  bigger  than  just  Cole.  He  gazes  up  at  the  other,   wide  eyed  and  honest, 

“  With  great  power  comes  great  responsibility,   uncle  Ben  said  that  in  the  Spider man  movie,   the  2002  one. “    

There’s  a  curve  of   a  smile,    “And  you’re  waaaay  stronger  than  me.   You’d  probably  be  the  guy  who  could  kick  my  ass,”    it’s  not  a  question,   it’s  not a  compliment,   It  was  a  fact.  

When  the  going  went  rough,   he  relied  on  his  brother  to  guide  the  way.   To  be  his  anchor  amid  the  anxiety  of  everything.   Cole  wasn’t  his  brother  no  matter  how  much  he  compared  him  to  him.   Cole  was  made  up  of  sharp  edges  and  rough  shapes,   he  was  rational.   And  Delsin  knew  he  couldn’t  depend  on  him  like  how  he  could  his  brother. 

 His  smile  dwindles  to  something  serious  and  grave,   he  gives  Cole  a  pointed  look,    “so  never  stop  giving  me  shit  for  my  bullshit,   alright?  `

        "Looks like the MENTOR learned something from the STUDENT.” A familiar place, a familiar voice, and most importantly, a familiar face —— .

        A far cry from coincidence that they’d meet again here after two years years ( the place it all began, the place she first asked for HELP ) ; afterall, if nothing else, she was an ever attentive spider, noting every little tug and twang of her web. A web that — as far reaching as it was — had had difficulty finding him again. A reassuring fact and would be point of pride, had she not left as she had...had she not left him, as she had. So, with an already meager confidence, Clara would willingly drag Cole into the heart of the CREATURE COMFORT of familiarity.

“Heya, stranger.”

The urge to call him ‘sparky’ had subsided, he had never appreciated the name and there was no use in taunting him with it, not when he'd finally resurfaced. Smirk coming to rise onto her features, her head tilted slightly to allow herself to look him over. Little change, of course, same as always. She loved the familiarity about him. Perhaps she wouldn’t admit it, but she had missed him, hell she’d gotten worried.

She does a leap off the powerline she was just surfing along, hands  crackling with the power she absorbed as she moved. Taking a moment to brush herself off and catch  her breath, thankful that she had left  the DUP in the dust. Delsin would kill her if he found out that she was practicing alone. 

What she doesn’t expect is the starring male.