The Vindicators

Chapter XII: Adjusting

I was walking down the streets of Washington DC. It felt somewhat odd. But I guess that's what years of living in a terrorist infested city will do to you. It all just feels odd. Although, it's not a bad kind of odd. It's a good kind of odd. One that I could definitely get used to.
I walked into a grocery store and decided to grab some food and stuff because I didn't want to spend so much money on eating out. I've had seventeen years living my life in a city without rules and yet I still remember things my parents told me before that. One of which was that eating out all the time is never good. It's expensive and typically unhealthy. So I just grabbed a box of pizza and a 12 pack of soda.
Meanwhile, while I was grabbing junk food, Logan was probably walking around town in his cloak getting funky looks from pretty much every person that took a look at him. Yet at the same time, he probably didn't give a crap what they thought.
After some hours I looked at my watch and saw it was 4:30. I had half an hour to get my stuff taken to the hotel then meet Kaylee at some brewery or pub. I don't drink though. I just heard their burgers were phenomenal so we decided to go. Afterwards, we were going to see some sort of action comedy movie in theaters about a group of people running from the cops because they were framed for illegally selling guns or something. It's supposed to be funny but I guess we'd just have to wait and see.

I met Kaylee at the pub and we went in, got a table, ordered our meals, and all the other stuff normal people do.
"Sorry if I may have rushed things," she said. "I know we just met and all so it might be kind of weird."
"It's fine," I replied. "It wasn't that bad really. The last people to show me affection were my parents so it was a relief to feel that again."
She smiled and we continued talking about what we had done that day. Apparently Kaylee punched a guy in the face while she was at a fast food place. She said the guy asked if she was available so she said no. He kept asking her a bunch of stupid questions until he touched her chin. So in return, she grabbed his arm and broke it as if it were nothing.
"That's pretty good," I said. "If it were me then I probably would've ripped his arm from his torso by accident."
She laughed and said, "If I had abilities like you then I would've done it on purpose."
"A little violent don't you think?"
"Well if someone asulted you in any way, what would you do?"
"I'd just push away. I think that'd be good enough to hurt them a little bit right?"
"I mean if you didn't have powers."
I sat there and thought about my answer and said, "I'd smash their face in. Then I'd walk away casually. I've done worse. That doesn't seem very hard to me"
"You're not alone," she said. "We've all done worse, Dawson. Me, Logan, Elizabeth, and Payton have all probably done much worse. You can't live in that world without taking another person's life. If not, then you're dead. Seventeen years of surviving in that place will change anybody."

After a few hours, we came out of the theater laughing in the rain.
"That was a really crappy movie," I said.
"Oh yeah," Kaylee said. "It had its funny moments but the rest of it just sucked really bad."
"We should get a cab now." I waved down a taxi and we rode straight to the hotel.
I walked into my room as Kaylee walked into hers. I looked at myslef in the mirror at my torso. Scars were spread all over my body. Normal stuff for everybody who went through the same thing as me. Even has some on my legs and arms. They were the typical scars from bullets and blades just like everyone else. Nothing special.
I put on some shorts and went back to bed but never really slept. All I was wondering is what had happened to everyone else. So I turned on the TV after several attempts them put it on the news. All I saw was people talking about how Boston had finally been taken back. But there was one thing that caught my attention. Apparently people in the other cities had heard about it just before REVO shut down all electronics via an electromagnetic pulse. But REVO's electronics were fine. They used their older EMP's which were unable to take out the newer tech. Just goes to show how advanced their stuff is.
I watched the TV as they said the city streets had become an all out war zone. Of course, I couldn't get any video feed since the news copter would get shot down in that circumstance. Luckily some of those people rebelling would get help in a couple days. But I secretly only wanted to go to one place. New York. I wanted to cut off the head of the organization rather than put holes in the body. I wanted the Enforcer. But most of all, I wanted the man above him. But part of me was concerned. We're the stories true? Should I, a powerful being with superior strength, be afraid of him? I guess I'd find out soon.