Chapter Two

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I woke to the sunlight peering through a crack in the ceiling, lighting the small house. The old man was still asleep so I threw a blanket over him and heard something outside, someone was yelling for help. And then there was a gun shot, I felt the adrenalin kick me in the gut making me crouch on the floor. Another gun shot was followed by a high pitched scream, the image of my mother getting shot rippled through my mind. I sat, stunned, wondering what would happen and I heard someone pleading, crying. I sprinted out the door, adapting to the sunlight in my eyes remarkably fast. A woman was sobbing on a young boys bloody body, a man with a gun standing in front of them. Anger rose, building in my muscles arching it's way up my back, finally reaching my biotech which grew and morphed. It rippled with anger and I was thrown forward, toward the man with the gun as he pulled it up. Aiming me into his sights, the bullet glanced off my metal hand, sending a shock to my chest. I screamed as I grabbed the end of his gun, pushing it to one side and slamming my fist into his face. His grip left the gun and I whipped it away from both of us, pounding him again with another punch to the face which sent him to the ground. I picked him up by his collar, blood streaming from his nose.  

"Please," he said, his lips trembling as he spoke, "Don't kill me." 

"Just like you didn't kill the kid?" my voice sounding foreign, having not spoken in a few days. I looked at the now forming crowd, some obviously the boy's family. As I threw the man to the ground I walked back to the the house, where the old man was waiting there at the door. 

"I see ya found your voice? Good, very good." he said the last part looking over my shoulder at the crowd beating the murderer. "Tea?" pushing me inside, as to keep me from the scene.  

I walked in, still angry to the core, sitting down on the hammock trying to calm down. The old man sat in front of me, "Well me name is Joseph, mind tell'n me yours." I sat, thinking weather or not telling him my name, finally saying, "Mason"

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