[center][b]Will & Chase[/b][/center]

The group decided on Silverstein, to which Will had no complaints. While she knew very little of their music, the song they’d chosen was tolerable and loud enough to drown out everything else. The alcohol had begun to get to her. She swung her head back and fluttered her eyes to a close, breathing slowly through her nostrils, allowing the alcohol to gradually dissipate. Which turned out to not be such a good idea, as her attempt to ultimately forget Chase’s comment only caused it to come flooding back. So much that she couldn’t contain herself. 

“Look, kid, I don’t need your fucking mouth—” 

Will paused, setting her jaw to prevent herself from saying anything more. The way Chase had spoken to her – while it made her blood boil, perhaps it shouldn’t have. How was the boy to know that years of constant teasing, in which her parents constituted as ‘harmless’ had led up to her not being one to permit it? Surely he hadn’t a single clue, so who was she to attack him? 

“Never mind,” she mumbled, rummaging through her pockets to reveal a pack of camels with a mini red lighter. Lowering herself close to the floor, Will used the match to light it, managing to take a drag before settling against the seat once more. It was then that Will felt an abrupt jolt within the moving vehicle, her head jerking forward towards the front of the car. She let out a small yelp as her neck strained in ways it shouldn’t have, several shots of pain coursing through the sides of her throat. “What the—?”

An impact to the back of Will’s seat cut her off as Chase flew forward with nearly enough force to push them through the windshield. Both fortunately and yet unfortunately, his seatbelt proved to hold true, cutting into his skin as whatever speed Alex had been going propelled him forward even as the car stopped. Through the haze of his mind, he briefly recognized a subtle flip of his stomach as the vehicle itself flipped before a final jarring thud. 

The young man groaned in pain as he hung from his seat in the car, now upside down. “Everyone okay?” he coughed, feeling a tingling sensation on his skin. He brushed his dangling hands together, noting the scaly texture of his skin as is slowly faded back to normal. Times like this made him thankful that his mutation was involuntary. 

Reaching down – or up? – Chase quickly unbuckled his seat, joining Alex on the floor. 

“Alive,” Will groaned, mustering up enough strength to do as Alex and Chase had, her hands fumbling to unbuckle her seatbelt. It had been a stupid decision on her part as she, too, fell to the window shield, her ass taking most of the impact. Will reached for the arm rest of her chair, using whatever was left in her to hoist herself up off the windshield and closer to the middle of the car. Nearing Chase, she nodded her head curtly in his direction, indicating that she was okay. Slightly wounded, but breathing. 

Outside, she heard the bullets hurdling in their direction, drilling through the metal of the vehicle repeatedly. She supposed it wouldn’t have startled her very much had it not been evident that the car was beginning to give in to the bullets with every hit it took. “Fuck,” she hissed. “We’ve gotta get out of here.” 

“No shit,” Chase grunted, glancing over at Alex. He seemed to be inside his head, giving the evolving mutant the impression that he was sending out a distress call to Helena. He turned back to Will. “Do you think you could throw up a wall to deflect the bullets?” Chase didn’t know how far along Will was with controlling her ability, but it was the only thing he could think of at the moment. “Just long enough for us to come up with a more solid plan?”

Will hadn’t even considered that. “I might, yeah,” she told him, “but I have to be able to see what I’m doing. Meaning, I need to get the fuck out of here before I can do that.” Will’s eyebrows furrowed in distaste as she contemplated their options – the select few that they had. There was no way in hell they would be able to kick any of the doors down. Alex had made sure of that with the safety features he’d installed. She supposed their only option was… Her eyes widened. 

“Chase, your powers. Try punching the wall. Maybe your powers will kick in and help.” It was a far-fetched idea, and depending on if it actually worked, she was risking him breaking his hand, but it was worth a shot. Especially with what he’d just said to her. Despite it all, that brought a grin to her face. 

Chase scowled, knowing the smile wasn’t at the possibility of getting out. He didn’t like the idea of smashing his hand into the side of the car, but he couldn’t deny that it may be their only option. “Fine.” he growled, shuffling so that he was facing the door on his side. Taking a deep breath, Chase pulled back his hand and made a fist. He closed his eyes… and whipped his arm forward as fast as he could, keeping the fist loose until the last minute before it crashed into the side of the car. “FUCK!” Chase yelled, clutching his hand to his chest as he inspected the area of the collision.

A slight dent was visible, but obviously not a hole. Looking down at his injured hand, he could see the traces of scaly armor receding from his knuckles. “Goddammit” he cursed, knowing that he’d have to do it again. “I can do this.”

Without any hesitation, Chase pulled back the same hand, and shoved it forward again, barely making a fist before it came into contact with the car door once more. The young man hissed in pain, but didn’t check his progress this time, punching again… and again, throwing his left fist as well a couple of times before he felt as if one hand almost fell through the car door. Now covered in a thin layer of sweat, Chase pulled back for the last time, armor covering every inch of skin from his fingertips to the middle of his forearms. He looked over the now offset door. “There, you can see now,” he panted.

As the boy let out shrieks of pain, young Will couldn’t help but smirk ever so subtly. With every punch he gave, she thought to herself, [i]That’s for teasing me. That’s for being a dick. That’s for being short with me[/i] until bright light illuminated from the outside world. The boy’s powers had enabled him to dent the top of the car door outward, leaving the rest of it to be rather crumpled and frail if someone were to attempt to tear it away. Will cocked her head at Chase and shrugged. “Eh. It’ll do. Thanks.” 

Practically crawling, she shoved Chase and Jack out of the way, forcing the two to press up against one another while she shuffled forward. Her eyes took a second too long to adjust to the blistering sun, constant bullets whizzing past her, brushing the sides of the car closest to her head. Her eyes fixated on the flattened plains of the desert, Will reluctantly raised a hand out into the open, curling her fingers as she readied herself.

Inhaling sharply, Will thrust her hand toward her, the earth beneath them quivering for several seconds, only to propel ten feet out of the ground, creating a barrier of sorts made purely of desert pavement. Will beamed at the boys and shimmied her way out of the vehicle, tuning in on the other side as they discussed their next move. There were so many of them, that much Will was certain of, and there was only so many walls she could make before they decided to wheel their way around them and start shooting from another angle. 

Standing on her own two feet, Will stretched, her body aching with every muscle used. She glanced towards the car as only Chase began to crawl out, and whispered, “Hurry the hell up for Christ sake.” 

Buying some time for Alex and Jack to follow, she quickly scurried to the opening of her creation, bringing a hand to either side of her, only to once again activate her powers. Will lengthened the wall as much she could before a sudden dizziness took over her, causing her to collapse to her knees. In the midst of catching her breath, she smelt that of alcohol. [i]What the fuck?[/i] she thought, puzzled. Pressing a hand firmly to her shirt, she noticed the dampness of it, and suddenly, her world came crashing down. 

“Goddammit,” she cried. “The fucking alcohol is gone.”