[hr][hr] [center][h1][color=lightcyan]The Mavericks[/color] | [color=MistyRose]Neo-Genesis[/color][/h1] [hr][hr] [sub][i][h3]Prologue[/h3][/i][/sub] [h2]"Extinguished Dreams aren’t Always what They Seem”[/h2][/center] [hr][hr] [i][color=salmon][b]‘The[/b][/color] fuck did a bag of cement come from?’[/i] Ren thought as his face was met with sack of pure [b]solid[/b]. It was the best way he could describe it. The pain that followed afterward, that was familiar. Like smacking your face on the pavement familiar. The kid was before him, ripe for the slaughter and in his next breath, the world on its side filled his view, as his face met the actual pavement and slid across it. Ren was certain a smear of blood and flesh now graced the street. He hadn’t signed up for any of this shit. [color=magenta][b]Andrew’s[/b][/color] tackle was enough to free up Miles, who sprung from the ground, his breathing quick and eyes holding an air of frenzy. Could he have actually died in those moments? That man had seemed so…[i]excited[/i] to tower over Miles. That smug sneer was something Miles had seen before. He was gonna pay for that. Miles bent down, flexing his legs and narrowed his eyes. He nettled with anger, but pushed past the anger and focused the security he felt from “Fitz”, his source of strength. A compilation of memories and feelings of what a loving Father would feel like; the strength and pride of it all. He mixed it with his defiance. It flooded Miles and he tapped into his Magni arts, the arms of Fitz growing around his own. He looked up just as he heard a grunt from the two entangled men. The criminal’s hands began to glow as he finally extricated himself from the tangle and stood up, his face contorted with a swell of fury. The hunched shoulders slowly heaving was a clear indicator that things were taking a dangerous turn. The growing crackle of electric energy was just icing on top of it all. He turned to the Not-Purse-Snatcher, a grin of trite anger playing on his face. Miles bolted forward with fervor, adrenaline sinking more spring in his steps. He dove forward, Fitz’s arms defensively crossed as the would-be bank robber let loose with an arc or electric energy for the other male. Miles intercepted the arc, deflecting it slightly. Unable to fully block or absorb the attack, the lightning wrapped around his Arms. Seeming to have a binding effect, Miles found himself unable to move as he hung in the air, fighting off the energy of the attack. And losing terribly. [i]’I should probably have a backup plan right about now.’[/i] The thought--an image of him having some way to escape this-- was jutted from his mind as the spring of force from the lightning launched him back. Miles found himself sailing through the air once again this night. His Fitz-encased form sailed over Ventus, just as the second villain's eyes fluttered open. [color=springgreen][b]A[/b][/color] sharp intake was the first sound from Ventus. He jolted up as he saw the boy fly across his field of vision-- eyes wild with a confused light. He felt as if he’d been pulled from mass of darkness into full consciousness as he looked around, taking information of his surroundings. [i]’The heist, that’s right!’[/i] This heist, already on an accelerated timeline. Fuck, this was the last time he’d take a job like this. The beauty of enhanced speed is the metabolism. Of course, most party drugs required a higher dose for him, and sleeping medication could be popped like candy in his hands. But, sedatives? [b]“You fucking kidding me with that?”[/b] he grumbled to as he sprung to his feet. He didn’t wait for the paramedic to respond as he delivered a swift kick to his side. [b]”You’re pissing me off now.”[/b] However, he was slightly woozy and only just made out the kid crashing into the hood of the ambulance. He took another deep breath, trying to stave off the growing torrent of a headache. [b]”I’m so over this night!”[/b] Ventus was starving, he was tired, using [i]much[/i] more of his powers than he’d been expecting--[i]’Fuck, Brandi was right about carb stocking today’[/i]-- and he still couldn’t accept how [i]extra[/i] this night had been. A growl issued from him, his only way of expressing his current state. He wanted to end this ASAP. A loud clang got his attention, and he turned to the ambulance to see a girl stumble appear behind it. She was going after what appeared to be a fire extinguisher away, movements sluggish, stumbling. For some reason, the mundane humor of the scene stood out to him, lighting the circuits of his mind and clearing the residual fog in his mind. It started processing stimuli and information at its enhanced. [i]’End the night. No survivors. No loose ends. Do it quickly. Hostage? Hostage!’[/i] A grin played on his face as he focused on the girl, leaving the paramedic be for now. [color=pink][b]Evelyn[/b][/color] looked up as one of the bank robbers began to stare at her. Her fingers had only just closed around the extinguisher as he began to move. He was there, and before she could fully process it, he was already halfway to her, his speed building as he charged her. Instinct guided her actions and self-preservation took growing hold as the extinguisher floated from her hands and she felt a slight brevity. A leavening of her body, telekinetic energy building in her, focused on the extinguisher as she built up energy--spinning it-- in the precious instants before the bank robber was too close for her to react to. The fire extinguisher launched from the space in between her hands, hurtling with dangerous velocity toward the speedy criminal. [color=springgreen][b]Allen[/b][/color] twitched his head slightly to the left, narrowly avoiding the now-airborne and projectile extinguisher. Another hype? That girl was obviously more than met the eye. The extinguisher flew past him, still pinning with purposeful force as it hurtled now toward his heist partner. [color=salmon][b]Ren[/b][/color] looked broke his attention from the individual before him just in time to see the fire extinguisher. His hand jutted up, sending a quick fireball toward the canister. Fire meeting a compressed substance as it does-- with such volatility, the extinguisher exploded, creating a cloud of more confusion as the billow of smoke and foam particles even obscured Ram’s vision. [color=cyan][b]He[/b][/color] ducked down, trying to get some visual. [i]’I hope that kid is alright? Ay dios mio, please.’[/i] The explosion gave way to a temporary pause in the brawl and Ram took this opportunity to gather his thoughts. [i]’We gotta regroup. Channel efforts, overwhelm the heavy hitter first.’[/i] Keeping low, he rushed to the ambulance, just as he heard a sound from the hood of the ambulance. Leaving a spiderweb array of cracks on the windshield, the boy was miraculously not dead. Hell, he even seemed to be okay. Ram reached him, just as he felt a distinct rush of wind, of someone speeding by him. [color=springgreen][b]Ventus[/b][/color] ignored Ram as he passed him. [i]’I’ll leave ‘em for now, and cut to the chase.’[/i] That explosion had thrown him off, seeking cover from it initially. But he neared the girl now, his enhanced speed closing the 30 meter gap in a couple of seconds. She let out a squeal as he grabbed her, but her thrashing was no use. [b]“Nuh-uh,”[/b] he chided her, pinning her arms down, and rushing her to the steps of the bank. [color=pink][b]Eve[/b][/color] cried out in apparent terror, [b]“Let me go!”[/b] Her limbs thrashed and the flurry of her hair was a red mess. As she reached the steps and was thrust to the ground, she glared at him, her eyes glazing over a bit. There was a loud groan that pierced the night, of a large amount of metal being moved. The ambulance a few meters away began to rise in the air a few feet as Evelyn raised her hand slowly, guiding it, causing it to narrowly miss Ram. [color=cyan][b]He[/b][/color] darted over to the paramedic, helping him up. This night was getting severely out of hand. Where the hell was the rest of the emergency services. Quickly he ushered the male from harm. [b]“Are you okay?”[/b] He asked. [b]”Look, we must take out the fire and lightning man if we want to end this fight. The kid is going to get the other guy, I believe I saw him walk through the ambulance. They’ll try to get the speed demon. Do you have any more of those sedatives or something that we can use? I am not certain how much longer we can dodge him.”[/b] [b]”Oh hell no, you won’t even get the chance,”[/b] A voice said behind him, flooding him with dread. [color=salmon][b]Ren[/b][/color] stalked forward, his hand alight with small dancing flames going down the length of his arm. They pooled together, growing and swirling in his arm as he neared the newest obstacle in him completing this heist. The girl seemed solely focused on the ambulance, much to her detriment. Ren didn’t have an abundance of patience, but he was practical. He had to be to survive his line of work. This prevented him from getting to a point of rash and bad decisions. That point had been passed near the beginning of the fight. [b]“Show’s over, Dollface,”[/b] Ren stated as he jutted his hand forward and a torrent of flame issued forth, enveloping Evelyn. She screamed out in shock. A loud squeaking and screeching came from the dropped ambulance. The fire dissipated, leaving a searing hole in her hospital gown, bits of charred flesh already visible and sizzling. She dropped to her knees, arms limp at the side, a weak protest issuing from her lips. Falling face first, she moved no more, a slight smolder issuing from her back. [b]“We’re closing the curtain on this.”[/b]