"So...if I go peacefully, you won't pull some sneaky crap?" "Exactly." Devon quirked an eyebrow, leaning back into his torn, tattered lounge chair and crossing his legs into an Indian-style-like pose. The black-haired boy bent his head forward, before grabbing a lock of feathery hair and rubbing it softly, eyes narrowing as he thought over everything. They - meaning him and a tall, broad-shouldered middle-aged man - was currently inside of Devon's 'homebase'....if you can even call it that. Some would call it a piece of shit. Others, specifically orphans with no other place to go but than down, would call it heaven. To Devon, however, it was merely a place to lay low. His 'home' was basically a large, cold warehouse with rusted metal walls and absolutely no furniture. Absolutely none. It simply had a cloth mattress made of straw, which lied lazily against the wall, along with a surprisingly clean bathtub and refrigerator. A pipe from the roof, directly linked to the large, fresh stream on the outskirts of town, was tied down to the bathtub, with a metal sheet in front of it keeping the water from blasting out and over-filling the tub. All in all, it was a really shitty home...but he had to think of the actual important things... "Look, kid, I don't have all da-" The man began, interrupting the young boy's reverie - and rather rudely. Devon glanced up, purple eyes glowing with dangerous power, which wasn't uncommon. His eyes glowed most of the time, which is why he usually kept on sunglasses. "I'll go." The boy smirked, floating out of his seat and landing on the ground. He reached into the pockets of his tattered black jeans, withdrawing a pair of dark purple[url=http://www.hansensurf.com/media/catalog/product/cache/1/image/9df78eab33525d08d6e5fb8d27136e95/d/r/dragon_experience2_jetpurple_purpleionized.jpg]sunglasses[/url], which, combined with relatively long hair, only left his lower, smirking face visible. As soon as the glasses were placed on his face, Devon visibly untensed, and the glass shards that were subtly floating around the air gained a purple glow, before falling to the ground. The man, who was named 'Keith', according to his nametag, didn't appear surprised at all. He merely nodded, whispering something that sounded oddly like 'Peacefully required', before reaching into his pocket and grabbing something. Devon's eyes narrowed, and the man suddenly scowled and clenched his teeth as the bones inside of his arm began to grind against his skin. "I'm just getting my keys." The man growled, his jaw clenched due to the heavy, oppressive pressure that had begun to surround his entire body. A bead of sweat rolled down the man's temple. "Oh...sorry about that." Not appearing sorry at all, Devon gave the man a half-wave over his shoulder, already walking towards the rotten door that acted as the exit and entrance to his home. Keith raised an eyebrow, withdrawing his keys and rubbing his forearm with a silent grimace of pain. [I]'Damn brat...'[/I] He whispered to himself, following after the teenager, who was walking towards the exit with his gloved hands resting calmly inside of the pockets of his dark black hoodie. "Aren't you going to pack?" The man asked in spite of himself. Devon turned around, his eyes narrowing behind his sunglasses. "Ah, right. Sorry about that." Devon responded to the half-assed apology with a snort, turning back towards the door and continuing his walk. The rotten door exploded outwards in a hail of damp splinters, and without taking his hands out of his hoodie, Devon exited the warehouse and glanced around. His warehouse was located in a rather urban neighborhood, inside of an ally-way, and completely out of the way of any prying eyes. The boy glanced up into the sun, a fresh sigh escaping his mouth. It had been quite a while since he had been out - often more then not, some bone-headed thief would try to come in and steal the boy's meager - and by meager...he means meager - possessions. More often then not, it ended with them being thrown dozens of feet into the air. "Done with your reminiscing?" Devon frowned, giving the annoying man the middle finger before sliding into the man's black Corvette. Keith chuckled, sliding into the driver's seat and starting the car. It sputtered to life almost instantly, and the man began carefully driving out of the ratty alley, quickly getting onto the blacktop street. The car began pushing 30mph as the man drove slowly down the road, and Devon snorted, leaning back in the passenger's seat and tapping rhythmically on the dashboard. Keith glanced at the bored boy from the corner of his eyes. "What's your name, by the way?" The man asked, pulling onto a long, spindling country road. "Devon." "Devon, hm?" Keith nodded, repeating the name in his head as he began driving down the street. "Well Devon, hope you have fun at the Academy." Devon smirked, looking out of the window, and into the surrounding forest. "I definitely will..." he murmured. Keith raised an eyebrow as the car began speeding up, and his jaw completely dropped when it actually began [I]floating[/I] an inch or two above the road. Within seconds, they were zooming down the street at an almost blurred pace, Devon snickering to himself as Keith began to babble, trying to regain control over the steering wheel and gas pedal. ------- Devon slowly woke up, taking off his shades and rubbing his glowing purple eyes. Psychic energy floated from the corners of his irises, and the boy quickly put back on his shades before his powers began over-reacting to his slightly confused state. "We're here, hm?" He mumbled, straightening in his seat and staring out at the incredibly large building. It gave off a sort of gothic feel, which the boy didn't really mind all that much. "Yup." Keith responded, getting out of the car and stretching his legs. Devon followed suit, the door opening by itself, and the boy leaping out of the suave sports car and stretching his arms above his head. After a second of this, he sighed and regained his calm composure, sliding his hands into his hoodie's pocket and slipping on his hood. Only his dark purple glasses and pale lower face was visible; just the way he liked it. Not a lot of skin shown. The boy glanced around in interest, eyebrows quirked in interest. Keith patted the young man on the back before jogging towards the other cars to help out with some equipment. "And so it begins." Devon murmured, walking over and standing beside two girls, all who were both shorter than him by a rather wide margin, and one whom was listening to music. Figuring that the music girl wouldn't hear him, the boy turned towards the girl with the funky shoes, giving her a smirk and a half-wave. "Er...hey. Name's Devon." His smirk was a bit awkward, and it looked a lot more predatory, rather than welcoming. The boy coughed and the smirk disappeared, although a sheepish half-grin took it's place.