Defining Factors

Chapter 4: More Than Bargained For

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Warnings: Yeah, ah, someone dies. Oops.

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So the hunt began.

Francis found himself toward the back of the group, as a supporter, that was where he needed to be. Not that they were in much of a formation. It's not like their target was going anywhere, she couldn't fly it teleport or anything, so they didn't really need to worry too much about her running. John tilted his head up and sniffed the air. "She's on the move."

"Which way?" Burr asked.

John stepped to the front and started leading them after her. Despite there being an impending battle, everyone seemed oddly lax. Burr was just following John. Jefferson was randomly holding his finger shy of touching Hamilton. "I swear Jefferson, if you so much as touch me, I will soak your ass."

"You can't do that, you know that you're not allowed to drench me right before a fight."

Alex grumbled. "I don't fucking care. I'll soak your ass and then push you next to Burr so you freeze and become a human popsicle."

"Okay okay, I won't touch you," Jefferson grinned, his finger still just shy of Hamilton's arm. Kinloch saw a flash as Jefferson zapped Hamilton's arm who immediately exploded into a fury, shouting curses and doing exactly what he warned he would do. Jefferson was still grinning, breaking ice off of his clothes. "You're a dick, Hamilton."

"And you're a fucking bastard."

Jefferson managed to stay dry by flaking all the ice off him before it melted, which was important for walking into a battle. He needed to be dry. Hamilton is so cute when he's angry. Jefferson jumped static over his fingers, letting it travel through his rings. Maybe I should fuck with him more. It's what gets for calling me Sparky. Kinloch smiled at Jefferson's thoughts.

That fucking piece of shit. That actually hurt. Shut up, Alex, you sound like a baby, whining. Just get him back later. Oo, I should drench his hair, that'll piss him off.

Kinloch shook his head, still smiling. Those two should totally fuck and just get it out of their system already, John's thoughts filtered through. Then maybe Alex will quit staring at my ass. Alex is such an oblivious fuck. Thomas could probably strip in front of him and say, 'let's fuck,' and Alex would be none the wiser. Kinloch has been here for a couple days and he's already stumbled into a love triangle drama. Great.

He turned his attention to Burr. What a fucking bunch of idiots. Why did Fredricks stick me with them? Why do I have to put up with this? Could've at least given me one strong silent type but no. I get a bunch of fuck boys. And then there's this Kinloch kid. I don't know about him yet. We'll see.

All of them all at once thought the same thing. What the fuck!? as the ground beneath them rumbled and vibrations traveled under their feet. "Move!" Burr yeller, sprinting off into the trees toward where the rumbling and crashing seemed to be coming from, all of them right on his heels. They all pulled to and sudden halt when they poured out if the trees into a torn up clearing. Large boulders strewn about, patches of grass and tree limbs on fire. There was a girl trying to blow them out with wind and having a hard time of it, just making them bigger. Hamilton quickly stepped forward and doused them, catching her attention. The spun on them, ready to strike but paused. "Alex?"

"Peggy!" Hamilton grinned. "What brings you to the neighborhood? And where are your sisters?" A rock pinged off the side of Hamilton's head. "Ow! Fuck!"