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Well, it all happened a little too quick for even Nicholas to react.

Unfortunately, his reflexes, while quicker and sharper than an average human's, were inferior to Mattie's. So when her fist came flying at his face with a simultaneous scream erupting from her throat, the only thing he managed to do before being hit was open his mouth and get the first syllable of her name out. Somehow, as he tumbled to the concrete and nearly busted his head open from the sheer force of her punch, he managed to keep clutching the rose bouquet. A heavy weight tugged his heart as he heard the door shut and lock while he lay, shocked, in front of her residence.

Finally, he sat up, took a breath, and wiped the blood that was gushing from his nose, which did no good because his nostrils were now the host of Hemoglobin Falls. The spot where his head had hit the concrete seemed to be stinging and numb at the same time, however that was possible. And now the roses that he'd bought for her were completely crushed and mangled. If he weren't so angry, he might would have cried.

After he managed to compose himself, which took several moments of listening to Mattie yell bizarre curses from inside her home, Nicholas stood up and tried again. He knocked softer. He dared to speak her name, "Mattie?"

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It relieved Chris, yet bothered him at the same time that she was quick to agree to stop crying. As Scarlett began to walk toward her house, he politely followed, taking note that the house was very visible from this distance and that it was absolutely huge. He recalled the house that he lived in -- a brick one, not big, but not small either. It was very modest but very comfortable. This one seemed gigantic compared to it, gigantic and easy to get lost in.

"Why would you get grounded?" Chris asked.

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From the other side of the door came a low, irritated growl that Nicholas was able to pick up thanks to his hyper-sensitive ears. A moment ago, he could have sworn he heard a wrapped crinkling around. He wondered if he'd come while she was eating (a.k.a, a bad time.) "Busy!" a voice shouted from the other side. He knew that voice. It was definitely Mattie. There was no mistaken that half-apathetic, half-always-irritated voice.

So, for the moment, Nicholas was standing without a clue on what to do. He waited another couple of minutes before he knocked on the door again.

Knock, knock, knock.

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Three years.

Roughly a month ago marked three years since Nicholas had seen her face. Three years since he'd up and left the way he did. It was obvious that she was going to be upset. Angry. Furious. Still, he had to see her. He almost wished it was under different circumstances -- no, he did wish it was under different circumstances. It wasn't his full conscious choice to come see her now. He almost had to. He needed her help. It wasn't Jacob this time. He could handle Jacob. It was others. There were others like them. Other humans who had been taken captive and used as lab rats. Some who had turned out exactly like them -- wings, strength, speed. It was almost unbelievable. The first time Nicholas had come across another super mutant, one who wasn't himself, Jacob, or Mattie, he thought he was hallucinating.

She was a small girl. Roughly 4'10", if he had to guess. She was extremely skinny, and that was probably from lack of proper nutrition. Flying around took a toll on one's body, which meant that an immense amount of extra calories were needed to keep a healthy weight. It looked like this girl was eating less than a normal human's calorie intake each day, as well as going about doing extra flying training. Yet, she was aggressive. Angry. She wanted to fight. Nicholas had no intention to hurt her. He knew he could tear her into a million pieces of he wanted to.

The first hit was unexpectedly hard. In fact, as much as he'd hate to admit it, it knocked Nicholas to the ground. The girl was growling and her eyes were glowing red -- much like Nicholas' own when he got extremely angry. Needless to say, he was very confused and very taken aback. He picked himself up off the ground and touched a hand to his mouth only to withdraw bloody fingertips.

What the hell, he said to himself in awe. The girl lunged at him again, but this time he expertly dodged her. It was as if that single miss tore her apart, and she fell to the ground, her head hitting the concrete with a gut-wrenching crunch. Her wings twitched pathetically, slowly spreading out as if she were planning to try to take flight. Nicholas took pity upon her, pulled her to an abandoned building, hoped she would survive, and took off. There was nothing else he could do in the shocked state he was in.

The constant traveling and absence of Mattie didn't push Jacob away. For some reason, the sorry piece of trash was still dead set on killing Nicholas. Nicholas had no idea what his brother possibly had to gain from killing him. Was Nicholas important? Was something being left out of this story that his mother or the scientists hadn't revealed? He didn't know. He didn't plan to ever know. He just planned to one day kill his brother or reason it out with him. The latter seemed almost impossible until the last encounter he'd had with Jacob.

Nicholas was lying face-first on a less-traveled road miles out of the city limits. Another female super mutant stood over him with a look of malicious triumph. It took most of his strength to lift his head up and glare into her eyes, and then it simply fell back down again. "Poor thing," the woman said. "You look so pathetic."

He felt pathetic. Absolutely pathetic. Not only had he been practically knocked out by a female, but now she was taunting him. It was like a gift from Heaven when he heard footsteps against the asphalt approaching, and heard the woman give a startled gasp. When Nicholas looked up again, he saw his brother squeezing the life out of her, then he himself blacked out. For a while, he was sure he was dead. Jacob had killed the woman and him both. But when he awoke, he was on a couch. A very, very soft couch.

"What?" was the first word that came out of his mouth. "What happened?"

"Take this," Jacob said, expression extremely stoic. A syringe was presented to Nicholas, and he eyed it skeptically.

"What is it?" he asked.

"Don't ask," his brother replied, "because I don't know. I just know it'll... it'll make you feel better."

Although it had been Jacob's sole goal to kill him for years, something inside of Nicholas told him to trust his brother. After all, if this mystery mixture killed him, there would be nothing left to lose. Yet something about Jacob seemed calmer. Kinder. More trustworthy.

Long story short, the injection, whatever it was, made him stronger for a time. His flying was better. His strength was, well, strong. Speed, faster. Then, when it all faded, he was advised to simply take another hit. And he did this for a solid year. Now, it had been a month since the three year mark of Mattie's absence. Or, rather, Nicholas' absence from Mattie. There was a four-digit number written on a torn piece of paper in Nicholas' left hand and a bouquet of roses in his right. Climbing up the porch steps, he approached the door in front of him, numbers across the surface matching the ones on the paper. Paper shoved in pocket. Shaking hand lifted.

Knock, knock, knock.

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Chris nodded in response to Scarlett saying that his brother always wants to kill him, because he did. Jacob was always trying to find a way to bring about Chris' demise. Scarlett told him that he could come to her house, and he decided that for now he would. He could feel the cut on his throat beginning to heal more, and then Scarlett began to cry after telling him that her mother died giving birth to her. He frowned and put a hand on her shoulder.

"Hey," he said. "It's alright. I never knew my dad."

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Chris listened to her story, thinking about how it was pretty upsetting that her family didn't pay attention to her much anymore. He nodded his head in sympathy and said, "If it makes you feel any better, that was my brother."

He tossed his swords into the air, and they too vanished, leaving behind black smoke.

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At the offer of Scarlett to heal his wounds, Chris shook his head. He said, "No, it's okay. They'll heal soon. No need for you to waste energy on them." In fact, as he spoke, they began to heal slightly. It would still take another hour or so for them to heal completely, but the bleeding had already stopped.

"My name is Chris Green. It's nice to meet you, too," he said, and then asked the question that had been itching his throat, "Why is your sword changing colors, if I might ask?"

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Chris took note of the fact that the woman's sword seemed to change colors, though he wasn't sure why. He watched as Jacob tensed and sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose with a shake of his head. "Whatever," he said. "It's time for me to go. This isn't over."

"You've been saying that for years," Chris smirked, watching Jacob disappear with rage, leaving behind a weak cloud of black smoke.

Kait's Characters

Special Character - Dutch Angel Dragon: "PINK!"

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Name: PINK!
Age: 17
Birthday: February 5th

Elements (2 max): Fire & Spirit
Breath (2 max): Life/Healing & Sound/Vibration/Echolocation
Abilities (5 max): Fire, Dimension Hopping, Psychic, Light, Poison

Family: None

Written Appearance: PINK! is a hot-pink lovey-dovey themed Angel Dragon, with white accents down to the fuzzy white heart-shaped birthmark on her back. On her forehead are four white horns in a line, like a crown, and one white horn on her muzzle like a rhino's. The fluff of fur that takes the shape of a large, furry necklace on her chest is pure white, and her belly is a light pinkish-purple oval. She has one stripe on each arm and each thigh, along with several white stripes down her tail, which also has a furry white underside and tip. Each of her toes are white, along with her hands, which are like gloves. Her tongue is also a pinkish-purple color with white polka-dots. Her eyes are a deep purple and her small, inoperable wings are hot-pink with white outlines.

Personality: PINK! is a very shy individual. When she first meets someone, she will not speak much, and outwardly show her extreme bashfulness by playing with her ears and covering her face. Most times, instead of letting her tail drag on the ground, she carries it around like a toy. PINK! is also very playful, and rarely ever serious. However, when she gets aggravated or in a serious mood, it's hard to break her from it, and she can become very aggressive.

Biography:
TBW

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