Heroes Versus Villains

Confrontation

Hey, can I have a different name, please?

No.

Why the hell not?

Because. We cannot seem too suspicious. If we keep your name to something... Childish, you will seem like only a pet to me. Making them focus on me. Not you.

You make a point.

You really don't want people to know that you're the reason for me, do you?

No. I get it.

Couldn't you have just read my mind?

Yes.

Why didn't you?

Because I know these talks piss you off.

We have these talks in my head! It's legitimately right there for you!

I know.

My Lord you are annoying.

I can kill you.

But you won't.

Fuck you.

Try.

"AAGH! Don't scream in my head like that!"

"Everything okay?" Asked Tex.

"What? Oh yes, yes, I'm fine." Thorn had forgotten Tex was there. They were sitting in their usual, secluded spot, planning. Well... It was more like Tex waited until Thorn stood and said "Let's go" because he had sensed something.

Thorn stood and began pacing. Tex looked at him, waiting for the words to come out of his mouth, but they never did. Thorn looked at Tex. He was wearing his usual getup. A strong, unknown material mask with eyes slits and wholes at the mouth for breathing. It had a point where his nose was for comfort. Thorn could see something shimmering in the eye slits and figured he had some tech. Tex's leather jacket never goes out of style matched with his black jeans and boots, personally reinforced as hidden armor. His wrist blades seem kinda bulky. They wrap around his wrist to hold it but the whole mechanism, the part where the blade tests when sheathed and all the things that make it come out and stay out, extended back onto his forearm and near his elbow. It raised steadily as it neared his wrist ending in a flat-faced slot for the blade to come out. He wore black fingerless gloves with padding on the knuckles. The only really feature of this man anyone could see would be his hair. It was black and curly, long and kinda greasy. It seemed he hasn't showered or washed his hair anytime recently. No one knew his face or expressions, except - of course - himself.

"That boy is strange," Thorn said to himself, but Tex heard.

"Which boy?" Tex asked.

"Oh, that one boy I recently ran into. Alexander, I think his name to be."

"How is he strange?"

"Just... Everything about him. I get an odd feeling when near him. I don't quite understand it."

Neither do I.

"Well," Tex began, "Are you still determined to get him on our side?"

"Yes. His power is just incredible. And in no way explainable!"

"Is one of them responsible for it?" Tex pointed to Bud.

"No! That's the intrigue of it! It isn't a bestowed power. It just... Happened! Nothing in his memory ever showed an encounter with one. But, the strangest thing is, it didn't upset the balance. Otherwise I would've been woken much earlier." Thorn smiled. "And he's here."