[center][h2][color=deepskyblue] Marcus Winters[/color][/h2][/center]


 [color=cyan] Marcus eased away from the corner. He expected if the lizard man was going to attack him, the monster would have already done it by now. Even then, Marcus kept one foot in front of him in the case of any funny business. The teen couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. There wasn't much of a full agreement between Marcus and lizard man. Trust wasn't going to be something easy to put on the table. 

   Marcus bit his lower lip. Something caught him by surprise; the lizard individual continued to confuse him. [i]"He said I would have resort to trusting him, but he gave me an alias. What the hell is a Street Dragon? Can that really be his name?" [/i]Marcus coughed and did a quick salute from his forehead. 

 "Nice to meet you, 'Street Dragon,' Marcus emphasized the name. He wasn't certain if this was a joke or not, but he decided not make a full comment. Pissing off scaly individual might not be the best course of action. Street Dragon appeared to be a tall glass of water;
 no doubt was he taller than Marcus. 

 Marcus then paused his thought process. The lizard man might have easily figured out that Marcus does indeed have powers. That brought up another conflicting decision. Would it be wise to admit to having abilities? What if the place is bugged? 

 Marcus studied the room. He kept glancing at the lizard while scanning the room for anything of interest. "My name is Michael." Marcus lied. A fake identity might serve better in the long run. One can never be too careful. 

 Marcus stopped looking and stared at the lizard. He placed his hands in his pocket again. There was an acknowledgment that everything was taken from him; he was just making an insane action (repeatedly doing the same action for the same results.) The teen cracked his brow and started forming veins on the forehead. "Damn it," he shouted as he kicked the wall. 

 As he formed this action, he glanced at his feet. A feeling of calmness had begun to envelop his body. Marcus chuckled and saw the solution to his problem. The teen focused on Street Dragon and decided to admit the truth. "I could be considered special. I believe I might be able to get out of here." 

 Marcus grabbed the back of his shoe and slipped it off his ankle. "They forgot about my tennis," he snickered as he pulled the shoe fully off of his left foot. [i]"Bottoms up," he thought. Marcus started to stuff the foot of his shoe into his mouth. His sharp teeth tore the leather off as[/i] he began consuming the footwear. Bites and smacks could be heard as saliva poured out from his lips. 

 It was just then that Marcus froze in place. Half of the devoured shoe fell from his mouth. His fingers trembled as he let out an agonized scream. The metallic collar had gone off and had sent electrical surges throughout his body. Marcus could feel his body boiling. "Damn it! What the fuck?!" The pain had sent Marcus on his knees.     [/color]