Post by Lizzie on Jan 8, 2011 23:34:25 GMT -5
Demarco sat in the building which most peopleassumed to be empty. Quite the contrary... Demarco had made a full fledged home for himself, as well as a mini-lair to run the group. He even had cable and electricity illegally installed. He laid back on the black leather couch, a bowl of simple pretzelson his stomach as he watched some obscure nature documentary on Animal Planet. His hair,which had gotten longer, was slicked back and oily,and his teeth were even yellower than usual, but his skin looked vibrant and fresh... he looked like he was only 25.
Yael Nachum pushed open the abandonned door, peeking his head inside, as he looked around the room, not really sure if he was in the right place. Yael stepped into the room, closing the door behind him, as he called, "Hello, anybody here..." He had recieved very little intel on this, the intel he got on the Mutant rights group lead him to this place, but he was doubting that they were here.
Demarco heard the door open, then jumped off the couch, the sound of the glass bowl breaking making the illusion shimmer a little so that the slightest transparent image of what was actually there could actually be seen. In a second, Demarco was at the door, pushing Yael back against it and holding his hand tight on his throat. The illusion was sucked back inside Demarco, the image literally disappearing into Demarco's mouth as if it was a black hole. "Trespassing is illegal, boy," the man snarled, yellow teeth bared as he reached into his back pocket and pulled out a switch blade with the free hand. The blade sprung from the handle and Demarco held it up to Yael's throat. "What's your business here?"
Yael Nachum felt his body pushed against the wall, eyes staring at the guy, wondering why he was being attacked. "I'm sorry, sir, I just heard that the mutant rights group was here..." the blade scared him, for only a moment, before he said, "My father, he wants to wipe us out...mutants everywhere..." Yael knew what he had to do, to protect his friends, Fabian and his family.
Demarco eyed him, his hand on the boy's throat picking up only a natural heart beat increase. Demarco sighed, backing up and letting the boy go. "You'll have to pardon me, boy. I have to be cautious, as you should know," Demarco said, closing the switchblade and tucking it back into his pocket. "Take a seat on the couch," he said. He exhaled the black smoke, and for a moment, the room went black, until it went right back to the nice place it was supposed to be. Demarco grabbed a broom and swept the broken pieces and pretzels away. "So what, you want to glorify mutants as they should be, blah blah blah, right?" Demarco asked.
Yael Nachum took a seat on the couch, cautiosly, as he heard the man's statement, responding with, "Yes, that became apparent when the information I needed was so hard to find, to find you guys." He looked around cautiously, before he added, "With people like my dad out there, I can't blame you." The scars on his back felt that tingling feeling, as he spoke about his dad.
Demarco groaned, bending over and sweeping the glass and such into the dustpan. "Listen kid," he said, squatting. "I understand your interest. I know why you wanted to. But this is a tough job. You've got to really want it. You could die. Are you willing to do that?" he asked. "Regardless, what are your powers? I can't have a kid goin' out there with no defenses," Demarco said.
Yael Nachum sat there, putting a brave face on, as he nodded, to his explanation. "Of course, I have a..friend...that I want to protect, and I don't want humans like my dad to hurt him, or his family." The boy shifted a bit in his seat, glancing around before he added, "I have control over the weather..."
Demarco nodded, moving to the trash can and tossing the shards and such away. "How fine of control? I want to know the full extent of your power," Demarco said, turning and putting his hands on his hips. "A friend, eh? You go to that school?" he asked. Taking a seat on a matching chair to the side. "And your name... I need your name. Call me Demarco, nothing else," he said.
Yael Nachum's hand went to the sapphire necklace, that was against his chest, and under his shirt. "I have control," he remebered his RDR session, and the times that he had been able to summon lightning upon the goons, that threatened Fabian's family, that almost killed Cathy. "I did, I only want to deal with my father, first, I am Yael."
Demarco nodded. "Well, I see. Fine. You're in. We've got something coming up. I'm telling you now though, boy. If you cross me, I will kill you. I will torture you and kill you. Is that clear? If you betray me, it'll be the last thing you ever do," he said. "Otherwise, you're my friend, and you can be a good help," he added. He stood up and moved to his desk, sliding the second drawer down open and grabbing a preprinted list of other members. "Keep this to yourself. None of these are their real names, so don't think about giving it to the police. These are people that have joined this cause as well. Those are their cell phone numbers, give 'em a call and get to know em," Demarco said.
Yael Nachum stood up, when he stepped to the desk, when Demarco was offering the list. Hand reached out to take the list, blue eyes scanning the names and cell phones, as he said, "I don't have a cell phone..." he voice trailed off, as he looked away, feeling ashamed.
Demarco shrugged. "No biggie," he said, opening the bottom drawer of the desk and taking out a cheap 10 dollar prepaid phone and a card that put 25 dollars worth of minutes on it. "Use this. When you've got it set up call someone on there," Demarco said. "Should be easy enough, directions in the box, etc. Don't you tell anyone where this place is, either. And don't go back to that school when the Headmaster is there. All clear?" Demarco asked.
Yael Nachum nodded, as he listened to the explanation, he took the phone box, looking it over for a moment, before he said, "Thank you sir, I was planing on staying in a motel for a while. I don't want to put my friend in danger."
Demarco nodded. "Well, I've got some room here. You could sleep on the couch if you have no where to stay. At least then I would know what you are up to," Demarco said. "It's pretty honorable to put yourself in so much danger to keep your friend out of it. I just hope if you ever have to face him you don't hold back. If you do, I won't hold myself back," Demarco said.
Yael Nachum shook his head, as he thought about whether or not he was going to have to fight Fabian, but he said, "I told him to stay safe, but he probably won't listen. I won't hold back. I just hope I won't have to hurt him too bad, if I do fight him." Yael couldn't imagine how he would survive, if Fabian was injured, or even killed.
Demarco nodded. "Probably not, if he's your age," Demarco said. "So is that a yes on staying here?" he asked. "If so, the sheets are in there," he said, pointing at the cabinet. "If not, then get on out," he said, sitting back down.
Yael Nachum nodded, looking toward the cabinet, and stepping over to it, and opening. He prayed that Fabian would heed his words, and remain safe through these upcoming events. He didn't want to fight him, but Yael knew what he had to do. He had to fight his father, and stop him from doing whatever he thought that he needed to do, to save humans from the mutants.
Demarco sighed. "Right," he said. "I'm going to go get some groceries. Make yourself at home," Demarco said.
Yael Nachum pushed open the abandonned door, peeking his head inside, as he looked around the room, not really sure if he was in the right place. Yael stepped into the room, closing the door behind him, as he called, "Hello, anybody here..." He had recieved very little intel on this, the intel he got on the Mutant rights group lead him to this place, but he was doubting that they were here.
Demarco heard the door open, then jumped off the couch, the sound of the glass bowl breaking making the illusion shimmer a little so that the slightest transparent image of what was actually there could actually be seen. In a second, Demarco was at the door, pushing Yael back against it and holding his hand tight on his throat. The illusion was sucked back inside Demarco, the image literally disappearing into Demarco's mouth as if it was a black hole. "Trespassing is illegal, boy," the man snarled, yellow teeth bared as he reached into his back pocket and pulled out a switch blade with the free hand. The blade sprung from the handle and Demarco held it up to Yael's throat. "What's your business here?"
Yael Nachum felt his body pushed against the wall, eyes staring at the guy, wondering why he was being attacked. "I'm sorry, sir, I just heard that the mutant rights group was here..." the blade scared him, for only a moment, before he said, "My father, he wants to wipe us out...mutants everywhere..." Yael knew what he had to do, to protect his friends, Fabian and his family.
Demarco eyed him, his hand on the boy's throat picking up only a natural heart beat increase. Demarco sighed, backing up and letting the boy go. "You'll have to pardon me, boy. I have to be cautious, as you should know," Demarco said, closing the switchblade and tucking it back into his pocket. "Take a seat on the couch," he said. He exhaled the black smoke, and for a moment, the room went black, until it went right back to the nice place it was supposed to be. Demarco grabbed a broom and swept the broken pieces and pretzels away. "So what, you want to glorify mutants as they should be, blah blah blah, right?" Demarco asked.
Yael Nachum took a seat on the couch, cautiosly, as he heard the man's statement, responding with, "Yes, that became apparent when the information I needed was so hard to find, to find you guys." He looked around cautiously, before he added, "With people like my dad out there, I can't blame you." The scars on his back felt that tingling feeling, as he spoke about his dad.
Demarco groaned, bending over and sweeping the glass and such into the dustpan. "Listen kid," he said, squatting. "I understand your interest. I know why you wanted to. But this is a tough job. You've got to really want it. You could die. Are you willing to do that?" he asked. "Regardless, what are your powers? I can't have a kid goin' out there with no defenses," Demarco said.
Yael Nachum sat there, putting a brave face on, as he nodded, to his explanation. "Of course, I have a..friend...that I want to protect, and I don't want humans like my dad to hurt him, or his family." The boy shifted a bit in his seat, glancing around before he added, "I have control over the weather..."
Demarco nodded, moving to the trash can and tossing the shards and such away. "How fine of control? I want to know the full extent of your power," Demarco said, turning and putting his hands on his hips. "A friend, eh? You go to that school?" he asked. Taking a seat on a matching chair to the side. "And your name... I need your name. Call me Demarco, nothing else," he said.
Yael Nachum's hand went to the sapphire necklace, that was against his chest, and under his shirt. "I have control," he remebered his RDR session, and the times that he had been able to summon lightning upon the goons, that threatened Fabian's family, that almost killed Cathy. "I did, I only want to deal with my father, first, I am Yael."
Demarco nodded. "Well, I see. Fine. You're in. We've got something coming up. I'm telling you now though, boy. If you cross me, I will kill you. I will torture you and kill you. Is that clear? If you betray me, it'll be the last thing you ever do," he said. "Otherwise, you're my friend, and you can be a good help," he added. He stood up and moved to his desk, sliding the second drawer down open and grabbing a preprinted list of other members. "Keep this to yourself. None of these are their real names, so don't think about giving it to the police. These are people that have joined this cause as well. Those are their cell phone numbers, give 'em a call and get to know em," Demarco said.
Yael Nachum stood up, when he stepped to the desk, when Demarco was offering the list. Hand reached out to take the list, blue eyes scanning the names and cell phones, as he said, "I don't have a cell phone..." he voice trailed off, as he looked away, feeling ashamed.
Demarco shrugged. "No biggie," he said, opening the bottom drawer of the desk and taking out a cheap 10 dollar prepaid phone and a card that put 25 dollars worth of minutes on it. "Use this. When you've got it set up call someone on there," Demarco said. "Should be easy enough, directions in the box, etc. Don't you tell anyone where this place is, either. And don't go back to that school when the Headmaster is there. All clear?" Demarco asked.
Yael Nachum nodded, as he listened to the explanation, he took the phone box, looking it over for a moment, before he said, "Thank you sir, I was planing on staying in a motel for a while. I don't want to put my friend in danger."
Demarco nodded. "Well, I've got some room here. You could sleep on the couch if you have no where to stay. At least then I would know what you are up to," Demarco said. "It's pretty honorable to put yourself in so much danger to keep your friend out of it. I just hope if you ever have to face him you don't hold back. If you do, I won't hold myself back," Demarco said.
Yael Nachum shook his head, as he thought about whether or not he was going to have to fight Fabian, but he said, "I told him to stay safe, but he probably won't listen. I won't hold back. I just hope I won't have to hurt him too bad, if I do fight him." Yael couldn't imagine how he would survive, if Fabian was injured, or even killed.
Demarco nodded. "Probably not, if he's your age," Demarco said. "So is that a yes on staying here?" he asked. "If so, the sheets are in there," he said, pointing at the cabinet. "If not, then get on out," he said, sitting back down.
Yael Nachum nodded, looking toward the cabinet, and stepping over to it, and opening. He prayed that Fabian would heed his words, and remain safe through these upcoming events. He didn't want to fight him, but Yael knew what he had to do. He had to fight his father, and stop him from doing whatever he thought that he needed to do, to save humans from the mutants.
Demarco sighed. "Right," he said. "I'm going to go get some groceries. Make yourself at home," Demarco said.
