[url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/81224-invincible-chapter-i-origination/char#post-2686015][img]http://i1062.photobucket.com/albums/t486/isthistaken1/Alex-Rhodes.png[/img][/url] Alex was were he could be found every Saturday morning, elbow deep in a motor. Currently he was underneath one laying down on a roller. Music was playing loudly through the shop, mostly classic rock as currently it was AC-DC. There was only a couple of other people working in the shop this morning as there were only a couple of cars being worked on. It was peaceful as he rolled out from under the car getting up and wiping some grease from from his hands on his overalls. He wore the top of them down around his waist as he moved over to a near by desk with computer on it. Pulling up the file for the car he was working on as he updated it. Simple fuel pump needed to be replaced, at least that was done. Sighing he closed off the file, he would have to call the owner to let them know the car was done. "Alexander Rodriguez Rhodes" Alex turned around looking at the person behind him. A man wearing a suit, a very nice suit. To nice to be a parole officer for one of the ex-cons his dad hired. He looked over to Carlos, he looked over but didn't seem on edge or walking over to see what was up, and he was the only one here with a sheet at the time. So there was only one other option, Government, he was here for him. That blood test last week at school, it was more then what they let on. The pieces started to fall in to place for him as his mind was racing, eyes started to look around for a back up team before he lashed out. He tried to hear or smell anything indicating more people. Fear his emotion was growing, he could feel it building inside of him, growing ever faster as his fight or flight was staring to take over. All of this only took a mater of seconds [b][color=ed1c24]"Yes, can I help you?"[/color][/b] He looked at him, the only gunpowder he could smell came from the 1911 locked away in the cabinet behind him, and the one Carlos kept on him. So he was unarmed, that reassured him some. [b]"That mind of yours is a wonderful thing, how many plans have you formulated to escape[/b] he handed him an envelope as he furrowed his brow confused now. [b][color=ed1c24]"216"[/color][/b] he answered as he grabbed the envelope, the man seemed to know what he was. He lifted up the envelope and sniffed it, paper, glue sealing, and ink. [b]"Destroy it as soon as you read it"[/b] With that he turned and left. He looked at him as he took a deep breath calming down. The man knew how to talk to him, short and direct. Calm and level. Did he know about his lack of control of emotions? [b][color=ed1c24]"Estoy de volver a casa"[/color][/b](I'm going home) He called out as the others waved at him "buen día" they called out as he walked off. Changed into jeans leaving on his black shirt as he grabbed his riding jacket and helmet. His mother hated that he fixed that bike after the wreck, walking up to his black Suzuki he put his coat on and pulled on his gloves. Soon he pulled the helmet over his head as he started up the bike and rode home. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ After dinner he sat on his bed looking at the envelope, opening it up he started to read the the letter. [color=00a651]'Alex. You don't know me, but I know you. I know it's hard to trust someone you don't know, but I'm asking you to just read this letter and give me a chance. The government has targeted you. That blood test you took last month was taken by every teenager in the country. It was looking for people like you. Special people. You're not the only one. There are hundreds, if not thousands. I'm giving you a choice. Stay where you are now, and die, or be taken away to live out your days as a lab rat - or, alternatively, leave your home, get on that plane and do not look back.' 'You will never be able to have the life that you have planned now, but I can offer you a new life. A life where you can be a part of the downfall of the government's genocide of people like you and I. Your powers are a gift, I can help you use them for good.If you decide to take that ticket, know that a lot of hard work and danger will be coming your way. But ask yourself - is that not better than death? I hope to see you in Haiti. Look for a man holding a sign saying 'Smith Family' when you arrive there. He will take you to your new home, should you choose to take the flight. 'Regards, -W.V.' 'P.S.: If you have family, it's best that they don't know where you're going.'[/color] He read that letter looking at it, he knew something was up with that Blood test, but this. He looked outside of his door, he didn't want to leave his family. He ran through the scenarios in his mind. He started running through the scenarios in his mind, there wasn't a single outcome where him staying wouldn't put his family at risk. He would have to run, that would work. He could smell or hear anybody comeing, with his mind he could stay a step a head of them. But it was his emotions, all the stress of running. He knew he would lose control, that might cause him to kill innocent people. Then there was the hail merry. Using this ticket. He sighed some as he knew what he would have to do. But to not tell his family, he couldn't deal with that. The worry they would have, they would look for him, not knowing what happened. They lived in a rough neighborhood. He could of died, he had been known to get into fights and it wouldn't of been the first time some one would of tried to get revenge. Sighing he stood up, he would at least tell his mother. He couldn't have her worry bout him, she grew up here. She could lie to the police, file a missing persons so suspension isn't cast on them when the real government comes looking for him. His flight was for the afternoon so he'll be long gone with in 48hrs. Logically he knew it was a bad idea, but emotionally. That was something different. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Sitting at the airport he waited for his flight as he ran through everything in his head. He stole a car to keep up the appearance that he ran away, parked it a few blocks away from the airport and walked the rest of the way. His passport was up to date for when they went to visit family in Mexico. Soon they were calling to board. He checked in his main bag as he pulled his back pack over his shoulder walking in the first class to board the plane. Soon sitting down in his seat he leaned back in it. He took in a deep breath, he knew this day would come eventually, ever since he discovered his powers. But now it was finally here.