Little towns talk, its a fact well known to anyone who has ever lived in one. I never understood why my mother thought that we could ever hide in bum fuck georgia, it would seem to make more sense to try to blend into the masses of a big town. Still I was here and everyone knew my father's story, knew he was a mutant and if there is any stereo type that rung true about the south it was that racism was alive and well.
"There's the mutie now!," A oh too familiar voice rang in my ears, it was encounters like this that made me stay at home playing Overwatch, they didn't have mutants on the game but I mean they had giant gorillas right? I sighed as I went to protest, I wasn't a mutant after all my father was and that didn't mean I would become one. God wouldn't be so cruel to my mother would he?
"I'm no...," My voice broken up from another voice, equally as familiar as that of the bully this one belonged to a young girl in my 4th period science class named April
"please leave me alone, I can't help it...,"
"Your a freak, you don't deserve to be in Human country!!," The bully was loud and angry, his name was Jason. I was used to him, but April wasn't a mutant was she? I looked up from my shoes and the scene in front of me took my breath. April was a mutant it seemed, her skin was a wild assortment of rainbow colors. This was new, it must of just triggered recently. Jasen and his gang of bigots weren't taking it easy on her though, knocking her books out of her hands as they pushed her hard on the ground.
"I'm just a different color guys, I can't hurt no body!," tears flooded from her eyes as she tried to defend something she had no choice in. I tossed my books down, it was bigotry like this that caused my father to accidentally kill people. It was actions like this that caused me to grow up in this terrible excuse for a town.
"leave her alone!," I shouted as I tossed my own books on the ground.
"Look Rainbow, the X men have come to recruit you. It's professor Cam himself! The original Cedartown freak!,"
He turned his knuckled clenched, his gang right behind him. Still i was tired, I was angry and some one else was involved. I didn't wait I charged in spearing Jasen in the gut and slamming him into the locker. It was a short lived victory as I felt the fist of his friends in the small of my back. Before i realized it I was being pummeled by half a dozen boys two times my size each, I dropped to the ground covering my face as their snickers began to kick sharply into my ribs. I opened my eyes for just a second, just long enough to see April get off and run away.
That was when I realized I was all alone, a large fist breaking through my hands and blooding my nose made me realize that they were out for serious blood this time. They began to drag me by my feet down the hall and I heard one of them mention tossing me off the roof. What did I do, I began to panic and Frantically i attempted to toss a punch.
It wasn't a punch however that came out, it was a small yellow ball of energy that came and exploded almost like a firecracker pushing the boys to the ground.
"TOLD YOU HE WAS A FRAGGING MUTANT!!," One of them shouted, I was stunned but as I got up to run I tried to do it again. Focusing hard to defend myself, maybe too hard. A much larger ball slowly pushed forward hitting the wall and exploding causing the roof to collapse and the fire alarms to sound. My would be attackers ran for their lives.
"Oh no...,"
I had to go, I turned towards the woods behind the school and ran as fast as I could. There was a trail that lead to a main road I could walk to my house and warn my mother, I had to go and I had to go quick. I could hear the sirens already and I knew that they wouldn't understand. how could I be living my fathers nightmare all over again!!
Post by Gavin Sinclair on Apr 23, 2018 19:13:56 GMT
The sun was high and bright in the sky. The mid afternoon day was not too hot, but rather nicely warm with a gentle breeze. The tops of the trees swayed peacefully, birds chirped happily. Everything in the world moved as it should have. The cosmic order of the world was fair and balanced. At least for some. Mutants, well they never had it that easy. Things were not ever fair and balanced when you lived the life of a mutant. There was a soft hollow groan of the wind pushing through the tall grass of the forest. The rustle of leafs from the gentle wind and a sole piece of paper floating down the street towards the school.
For all intents and purposes this piece of paper could have been discarded by anyone. It was brightly colored and half crumpled. There was a tiny rip in the top right corner of the page. Despite this it flowed on the gust with ease. It swayed and flowed, ebbed and drifted on the hope of wind that carried it on it's mercy. The paper need to find someone. The paper need to find hands to delivered it's message to at least one person that cared. That was it's sole and only purpose. Somewhere near by a school bell rang, followed by the excited cries of children. School was letting out as one boy ran off to the woods. One boy ran off to try and run away from the world that was fair and balanced for everyone except him. That was who the paper needed to find. That is who this message was made for.
And though the paper had no intent, it had not mind of it's one it danced on the slightly warm and and seemed to seek him out. The paper flapped in the breeze and twirled and danced and found it's way into the woods. The very same woods that Cameron found himself running towards only moments before. The paper glided low to the ground. It almost dipped into a soft running stream. At the last moment the breeze picked up sending it swirling through a few trees and back on it's chaotic mission. The paper slowed as the wind died down and it gently titter tottered down to the ground where it fell against Cameron's leg. The circus was in town!
Deeper in the woods, where it made no sense to be there; the sound of music drifted out. It was carnival music. Soft and haunting it called out to any ears that might be nearby. The smell of hotdogs and popcorn, cotton candy and funnel cake. The sound of rides and rollercoasters rushing down the tracks could be heard. It was all so unexpected so magical. Gavin Sinclair's Fantastical Circus of Curiosities and Wonders was a traveling circus. A traveling circus that only employed mutants. One of which who was making the circus appear in the woods. Gavin was the ringmaster and a very special mutant himself.
The allure of something so fun and magical, so unexpected must have been tempting. All those wonderful smells and sounds carried on the gentle breeze. Just as easily as that piece of flyer paper. Gavin Sinclair was deep within the bowels of that circus. Watching quietly through the mind of one of his psychics. He knew of the boy with the tear stains on his cheeks. He knew of the young mutant Cameron. How was not important. Some mysteries were more fascinating because they were just that.... Mysterious. Gavin had his mutants at the circus help him search out new mutants to join them. They were a traveling circus. They were a traveling family. Gavin Sinclair was always on the lookout for the next great act for his show.
My muscles burned as the adrenline slowed down and reality began to sit in. It was over, everything, every little bit of his miserable life was over. It was inevitable he assumed, these hicks and hill billies would eventually destroy the few things he did enjoy about his child hood. Still you could never prepare yourself, I had done research on mutants, powers and the such since before I could remeber still the day it happenes you realize nothing could ever make you ready for it and the changes that followed.
I took a seat by a large tree and let the tears come, buring my head in my arms and knees the sobs accompanied me in and out of sleep for what seemed like at least an hour. That's when I first smelt it, the glorious odor of popcorn and funnel cake. My head popped up and i wiped the snot and tears from my face as I stood up and listened.
No longer focusing on my own sobs and regret but rather the strange noise I heard buried deep in the woods I was currently hiding in. Roller Coasters? Laughs? Carnival games? Why would there be any thing of the such in the midst of the woods and Why wouldn't anyone else know.....
Before I could question myself any longer my eyes spotted a flyer flying through the breeze, quickly snatching it from the wind I read over it.
"Gavin Sinclair's fantastical circus of curiosities and wonders...," I read alloud still as confused as before. Why would a circus be here? Where they on their way to the town. I paused and sniffed the air again, if they were on the way then why would they be cooking the food.
My stomach didn't care, it began to growl as the joyeous odors enerted my nose. I shoved my hand in my pocket an dug out the money I had, a total of 13 bucks and 79 cents. Maybe that would be enough to get a hot dog at least. Slowly I followed my nose towards the smell and before I realized it I was standing in front of a full fledged circus.
"Oh my..,"
((Feel free to god mod me a bit if you want to show me around or lead me to a both or something, hes pretty much enticed enough to do whatever his 13 bucks can do lol))
Post by Gavin Sinclair on Apr 24, 2018 2:08:26 GMT
Yes indeed, It was a circus in the middle of the woods. The circus was full of mutants with mysterious and magical abilities. They were not conventional in anyway. They didn't have to make sense, the only thing that mattered was that they were true. What young Cameron didn't know was that the whole show was set up for him. From the acts scheduled to perform, to the rides to the games. It was all just for him. The circus was moved to the woods behind his school for the sole purpose of making it possible for Gavin Sinclair to meet young Cameron.
How might this be possible you might ask? Lidania Freeman was a very talented mutant. She worked in the fortune teller's tent. She was a precog. She had the power of precognition and could see the future. She knew of young Cameron and his, gifts long before he knew he was a mutant himself. She was the one that told Gavin that Cameron was special. He was young, he was unsure of himself, but he was very special. In fact, she predicted that one day Cameron would hold an entire cities fate in his hands. He was destined to become a powerful and important mutant. He was just the kind of mutant that Gavin Sinclair wanted to meet.
So the circus was moved to the woods behind P.S.118 because it was foretold that on this day, a young scared boy would make a ill advised venture into the woods and seek solitude. A young scared boy only hoping to find acceptance, and understanding, and compassion, and maybe a hot dog. The music of the carnival grew louder as Cameron got closer. The Main gate was rusted and rot iron. In the center of the gate was a ticket taker booth. The sign on the booth read closed. Even though the music was playing and the food was cooking. Somewhere in the carnival rides were being ridden, though the seats were empty.
Before a look was came across the young man's face that might have been construed as disappointment a man popped in the booth. "Hello sonny!" He beamed. The man was smiling. All thirty two teeth bright and shiny. His smile seemed weird and unnatural. Like his face was made of wax and stretched just a little to widely to be physically possible. He stared at Cameron with wide unblinking eyes. His teeth were massive. Like a giant set of chattering teeth that you might find in a gag gift store. Those teeth seemed to stare at the boy as much as his eyes did. Cheshire grin, horrible and wonderful and curious.
"Step right in and see the amazing, the wonderful, the most fantastical show on earth!!!!! Admission is free. Come see what wonders Gavin Sinclair's circus of curiosities and wonders holds for you!!!" The man pointed at cane at Cameron's chest and poked him playfully. As if he dared him to enter the carnival. The ticket taker with the massive teeth turned the sign around so that it now read open. He stared at him, still smiling. The skin of his lips never wavered. Those massive teeth never seemed any less large in his mouth. Though he did exit the booth and open the gate for Cameron. He extended his arm as if to say right this way sir!
Inside there were clowns and animals and fire breathers lining the walkways between the tents. All this was just out of view from the ticket takers booth, but inside the carnival that once seemed deserted came alive. There were no other customers of any kind. Only the circus performers. But to a little boy, would he really even notice? Or would he be wrapped up in the wonder and the magic of it all. "Hot dog! Get your free hot dogs!" Someone called out. A man with a hot dog vendor box slung over his shoulder came bounding by.
Just ahead of Cameron was the big tent. Inside a drum roll could be heard. To his left was a tent labeled freakshow. To the right was Lady Ladania's fortune telling tent. All of which were marked by signs that explained what they were, aside from the big top tent with the drum roll. What was going on in there was steeped in mystery. The hot dog man came up and handed Cameron a hot dog with the works and walked off looking for more customers that simply weren't there. It was all for Cameron's benefit. Gavin Sinclair watched from a tent in silence watching the young curly haired boy.
It was simply too much, before I realized what was going on I was being ushered into the mix. Free admission that was odd? Maybe an opening night? Maybe? Oh Hot dogs! Free too wow, that was swell. All the thoughts swirled in and out of my head as I tried hard to take in the sights. SO much to see, people breathing fire that was cool! And was that a monkey?! I loved monkies, or at least I liked Winston from overwatch...
"Wow..," was the only word that could come out of my mouth. It was all surreal, to much, to fast and my powers?! Oh yea I was a mutant, the school that seemed like an entire different life, problems of another boy in another world that didn't have this amazing carnival in front of him. I found myself in what seemed to be the middle of paradise as i looked around. Two tents caught my attention, a FREAK show. Wow like off American Horror story?! I wonder if they had a two headed person in there, that seemed cool.
The other a fortune teller tent. I wonder if they could tell me about my powers? What I could be, and what about the kids at the school were they ok? So much I wanted to know, could anyone really see the future though? All my questions were put aside as the massive drumroll seemed to drown out any free will or stray thoughts as I had. Almost like I was under a spell of sorts, all else could wait the big top was calling me!
After devouring my hot dog I made my way to the big top, a giant tent with hundreds of seats.
"I must be early," I said with a smile mostly to myself, all the seats were still empty. The other people must still be on rides when the drum roll started, that was good for me. I quickly took a seat right up front. I wanted to see all the action, acrobats maybe? Or lion tamers, that would be cool. OHH a knife thrower maybe, or i seen on tv once a man on a motorcycle jumping through fire loops and stuff. The drumroll continued and the excitement just built up in my stomach as i couldn't help but stand in applaud as I eagerly awaited what was in store for me next...
Post by Gavin Sinclair on Apr 24, 2018 23:32:31 GMT
The show was just about to begin. The tent went dark aside from a single spotlight. Stepping into this spotlight was Gavin Sinclair himself. He stepped in the center of the tent and took a modest bow. He looked right at Cameron. His new favorite recruit. The kid who this was all for. "Welcome ladies and gentlemen to the most amazing show you have ever seen! Be prepared to be mystified and intrigued." Gavin slipped off his bright red jacket and allowed it to slide quickly down his arms. He tossed it out of the spotlight and someone off in the shadows caught his jacket and held on to it for him. Gavin smiled. He had an innocent smile. There was no malicious intent in his eyes. There was no devilish smirk playing at the corners of his face.
If he had a heart, he might feel guilty. "Prepare yourself, for the impossible." Gavin said raising both his arms to the sky. Tattooed up both wrists was a swirl of blue, pink and bright green butterflies. They melted off his skin and flapped their wings. They raced each other through the dazzling spotlight. A second spotlight followed the flurry of butterflies, of which there were many. The first spotlight remained on Gavin. He watched them flutter and float about with a grin on his face. The space on his arms where the butterflies were tattooed was empty. As if he never had a tattoo at all. Anything he inked in his skin had the ability to come to life. Gavin was rather fond of butterflies. They seemed to symbolize in his mind freedom. It was something he valued.
Without a second's hesitation more mutants filled the arena floor. The spotlight on Gavin disappeared only to be followed by spotlights on different performers. There was the high wire artist with the breakable balance. He rode a unicycle across a high-wire while juggling chainsaws! There was the man who could stretch and man was he stretchy. He stood on the floor and stretched his body until he was tall enough to reach the man on the high-wire and hand him more chainsaws. It was becoming more obvious. This was a show for mutants. It wasn't some thing to exploit them. It was a home. A place where they all fit in. No one judged each other here. They were a family. They were in this together. They were the only thing they had.
The show went on. Each act more incredible than the last. And some of the powers, oh boy the powers were out of this world. Things that you couldn't even dream up to be possible were happening right before Cameron's eyes. Gavin hung back in the shadows. Now he was watching with increasing interest. He had seen the boy's face light up before. But would he stay? Would he want this life? There were many here that did. There were some here who never wanted this. Those were the ones that needed a little extra convincing. Their memories erased and filled with new memories of their life as a circus performer. Cameron had made a mistake in coming here. He was very likely to never leave.
The show continued and Gavin slipped out of the shadows. He climbed up the row of seats and sat down across from Cameron. He placed his hand on the bleachers and dripped tattoo ink out of his arm. It bled down his arm, never really leaving his skin. It stayed in his skin and swam around the edges of his other tattoos. It was the tattoo of a piece of cake. Rich and delicious in flavor. Red velvet with a nice cream cheese frosting. It bled down his arm and pooled in the palm of his hand until Gavin focused and made it materialize. A plate of cake. "Enjoying the show young man?" He said offering the cake to him with a smile.
Off in the darkest shadows of the tent stood Lady Ladainia. She was a fortune teller of sorts. She could see the future. It was she who told Gavin three years ago of a boy named Cameron. It was she who told him that he was going to be special, and he was! He really was. Ladainia could not see. She was blind. But she knew this act well. She knew this act like the back of her hand. Sadly she had never seen the back of her hand. She was for all intents and purposes born with no vision; aside from the visions that came to her when she concentrated.
Ladainia smiled. She had come from the fortune teller's tent to 'see' in a manner of speaking the young boy who she had the premonition of all those years ago. Everyone around the circus called her Lady Ladainia, or they called her by her performer name Premonition. She could sense the mutants in the tent. The stench of sweat and circus animals bit at her nostrils. The sound of everything around her seemed to swirl. Like noises in a blender. Mixing together and blending to what she had come to know as her life. She was quite familiar with the sounds of the circus.
Ladainia was here for that young man too. After the show as over he was going to be ushered into her tent. She would give him a private reading of his fortune. Ladainia tried to smile lightly, but it felt forced. She knew her father Gavin Sinclair wanted things a certain way. She just did not want to disappoint him. Pushing her way out of her tent she walked back to her fortune teller's tent. She pushed open the flap and found her way to her seat. Sitting at a table she had a crystal ball on the table and elegant jewels hung from the curtains. Ladainia did smile this time. She loved reading people's futures. They were always so hopeful. Much more hopeful than her own.
The man in the bright red coat, the ring master, seemed to be some sort of magician as he brought the show to life. The actors and their shows seemed to spawn from the wings of the butterflies that sprung from the arms of the Ring Master. What an incredible sensation watching the entire thing unfold. Slowly however I began to realize something, something that made me feel a bit uneasy. I had spent my entire life hiding from people accusing me of being a Mutant, my father died for being a mutant and my entire life was altered because of this. Mutants were something I kind of specialized in, and these performers seemed more and more genetically gifted than anything else. Could it be an entire circus full of Mutants?!
My eyes darted left and right, still no one around maybe this wasn't exactly right. About that time one of the acts caught my attention, almost mesmerizing me as I watched a man breath fire. Incredible, i quickly shook my head trying to get back to the here and now. That's when out of no where a large plate of cake was presented in front of me.
"Wha..," Confusion sat in, it was like I was waking up from a deep sleep still half confused about what was real and what was part f the dream, fighting it off in an attempt to find reality and get my day started.
"Enjoying the show young man," The voice rang behind me and I jumped, turning to see the person the cake was attached too. It was the ring master, his smile bright and welcoming. He seemed nice enough and the cake did look delicious. I reach out and took the plate in my hand, still not eating it I spoke to him.
"It is incredible, but where are the other customers?," I glanced at his arms looking for the butterfly tattoos i had saw, they were gone. Every time however I tried to convince myself something wasn't right I glanced back at his smile and the show itself, so warm, so welcoming, so free, what could be wrong with this? "I mean is there another show going on or something? Seems like alot of work for just me...,"
Post by Gavin Sinclair on Apr 25, 2018 13:39:47 GMT
"A lot of work?" Gavin repeated. His words came out slowly, as if he was trying to digest the concept of hard work. His slightly puzzled face scrunched for a moment. After a moment or two he looked back at Cameron and smiled. "Son, what is it you think we're doing here?" There was an obvious southern drawl to his voice as well. That deep, rich Louisianan drawl that kind of rolled off his tongue. Every word in that accent just sounded so slippery, but he was nice. He was friendly. There was still that warm inviting smile on his face and he had offered him cake!
"This show is just for you. You are the guest of honor! And as far as the work goes. Heck, son it ain't no work at all. We're all mutants. This carnival was put together in 20 minutes." Gavin stood up. He pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it aside. He was wearing a pair of jeans and some red and white converse sneakers. One foot was on a higher bleacher than the other giving him a slightly 'captain Morgan' look. His chest, his arms his entire body was covered in tattoos. Tattooed prominently across his back wre a pair of angel wings. The ink in the wings bled through the skin. Loosened, and came to life. In seconds a pair of glorious wings sprouted from his back.
His wings spread out. They were massive. Great feathered wings that nearly blocked out the spotlight. It was light a mutant eclipse! Gavin flapped his wings and hovered in front of Cameron. He wanted the kid to feel safer with him. To know that he understood what he was going through. He was a mutant just like him. He understood the feelings he was going through. After all.... Gavin had been a teenager when he discovered his powers. He got a tattoo against the wishes of his guardians. It was then that he discovered that magic quality that laid within his skin.
Gavin soared around the arena a few times. He was so graceful, so smooth in the way he flew. Gavin soared and danced on the breath of wind beneath his wings until he landed back in the center of the tent. His feet hit the ground kicking up little clouds of dirt around his slightly untied laces. His eyes were on Cameron. "I built this place, for people like us! A place of family, a place of interconnectedness, a place that was safe. The normals, they pay good money to see the very things that they fear. They fear us and yet..... We fascinate them. This show keeps food on our tables and keeps us together. We all came here for you."
Gavin's southern voice was soft, humble. He spoke quietly. He walked up to the railing in front of Cameron and leaned on it. His eyes searched his face for some idea that he understood what he was saying to him. This kid was so young. Somewhere in the back of his mind he doubted Lady Ladainia. She had to be wrong. This kid looked.... Goofy. He was small, even for his age. This was supposed to be the powerful mutant that would one day change the course of human events? She had never been wrong before so Gavin went with her gut. Everything he saw so far led him to believe that he might have been wasting his time. "You have a gift son." He spoke despite his doubts lingering. "Show me.... If ya would." He encouraged.
Gavin scooped Cameron up into his arms and flew him around the tent one lap before landing in the center spotlight. The other mutants from the show had filed out of the tent it was only him and Gavin here now. There were no eyes on him. In fact, they had all disappeared descretly. It was unclear when the exact moment they had left was but they all vanished in the blink of an eye. Gavin placed a hand on Cameron's shoulder. "Don't be scare boy. Show me what you can do." He implored.
The words echoed in my ears as I tried to to keep, this was all for me? Why, did he know my father maybe? How did they know I would be here? How did they know I was really a mutant, I didn't even know till a few hours ago at best. Sure I had spent my life with people assuming I would become one because of my notorious father, still all this he had to be pretty certain I was a mutant.
"I uh..," I shrugged a bit, what did I do exactly? Things went boom right? I think it was such a blur, so confusing did It explode or did I like topple it with my mind. I did it with my hands though, at least I think so. I reach out my hand and looked at the empty palm.
"Don't really know, I just uh got it, I guess," I squinted and thought about something, thought about power, or anything and nothing happened I sighed.
"Maybe we are wrong, I don't know Mister Sinclair. I honetsly think you know more about me than I do, at least you seem more certain I am special enough for all this. I mean....,"
I was confused, and exsaperated. I stomped my feet and threw my arms up in the arm in frustration
"I FREAKIN SUCK!,"
And with those words A large red ball of energy formed about middle of my chest and flew through the air at the side of the tent. Panic flew over me as the thoughts of my power destroying this tent and all these nice people flooded my body.
"NOO," I spoke dropping to my knees and extending my arms, and at that moment the ball of energy paused hanging in mid air still spinning in one place. It was in that moment that I could almost sense it, feel it like an arm or leg only not. I could feel what was around it, slowly i calmed myself and stood up asking the ball to return to me and it slowly did so. Finaly it was hanging in mid air right in front of me, my eyes on it in wonderment it was almost like I could sense the ball looking at me at the same time.
Post by Gavin Sinclair on Apr 27, 2018 16:04:43 GMT
Gavin watched the worry and anxiety crashing over the boy's face like a wave. A war of emotion stormed across his young features. Gavin said nothing. His expression never changed from the confident smile and reassuring tilt of his head. He placed a hand on Cameron's shoulder. "You are special. It has been seen by our future teller. Lady Ladainia. She sees the future, and she is never wrong boy. You are going to be a great and powerful mutant one day. You are very special." Gavin gave him all the confidence he could bestow upon him. It must've been tough being so unsure about yourself. Gavin did not have that problem. He reveled in the chance to become great. For Gavin, discovering his power was the greatest day of his life.
"Focus." He told him. It was almost like a demand, but a softer one. Like the subtle encouragement of a father. Gavin was not stern or angry, he was curious. He was curious to see what Ladainia had seen in this boy all those years ago. She predicted that he was extraordinary. They called her Premonition for a reason. Without warning a ball of energy blasted from the boy's chest. Gavin had to jump out of the way before it shot right through him. It was so sudden. So unexpected. Gavin dove out of the way and landed in the dirt. He whipped his hear around to watch the ball of energy rip through the side of the tent like a hot knife through butter.
A scream echoed in his ears. Gavin turned to the boy and saw the worry. Gavin could not pry the smile off of his face if he had a crowbar. He is special! Gavin thought. Even though Premonition was never wrong, Gavin was beginning to have his doubts. Even if he was somehow a mutant there was no guarantee that he would learn to use his power or even discover it. it. There was a certain thing inside you that bubbled up to the surface. Something that you could either harness or you could not. This boy's powers seemed to be emotion controlled. Gavin took special note of that.
If he was as Powerful as Premonition seemed to think he was; Gavin could not risk angering him. He didn't want his circus to go up in a mushroom cloud. "That's it boy!" Gavin said in that sweet sultry Louisiana bayou tone. Scrambling to his feet Gavin watched the energy return. It hovered in front of the boy like a lost pet returning to it's owner. Gavin Grabbed boy's hands and held them around the ball of energy. "What are you feeling? Use that! Bend it to your will."
Gavin Sinclair was no great mentor. He had never had to be. He only knew that in this moment, this one perpetual fleeting moment the boy had control. Gavin's tongue dashed out of his mouth like a lizard and licked the corners of his lips in excitement. His eyes transfixed on the glowing ball of greatness. Crouching down in front of him Gavin looked up at Cameron. His arm dangled over one of his knees. His fingers closed together into a point as the ink began to run. Dripping down his skin, inside his skin like a flowing river. The ink danced and curved it's way around the edges and lines of his other creations. Gavin looked down and watched with mild interest. Bright greens! Pale blues! And lines of gold! The colors ran. Moving their way around some truly horrifying monstrous works of art.
"Don't be frightened boy. I'm going to need you to take a few steps back with that." Gavin's ink dripped through the skin of his fingertips. Drip. Drop. Drip. Drop. The ink bled into the dirt. It bubbled there for a moment in a steaming culdron of color and wonder. The liquid pool in the dirt seemed to almost pulse. Bump bump. Bump bump. Bump bump. Then it did what you would assume it would do. It soaked into the dirt. Gavin stood up and took a few steps back. The wings on his back curled inwards and folded in on themselves. Feather's pressed against his now sweaty skin. Growing flatter and flattered until they seemed to melt into his skin itself! Then, it was just a tattoo again. A tattoo of a pair of wings, they were gone. Gavin wiped at his mouth with his forearm. "Believe in yourself. Hardness that emotion." Gavin said watching the wet spot on the ground.
Taking a few more steps back something began to happen. Claws emerged from the ground. Long tendril legs pushed through the dirt. Shifting it to free itself. Gavin watched with growing excitement. First one long robot leg emerged. Then another, and another! And then a few more. 8 legs now! The creature emerging from the ground was a giant robot acid spitting spider. It was massive. It took up most of the arena, which in itself was quite massive. Gavin watched his baby spring forth and breath life, though he controlled it with a telepathic thought it was in itself alive on it's own. Should Gavin die right now while his baby breathed life it would regain it's free will and terrorize everything! Gavin would not let that happen. His synthetic arachnid baby was a beautiful monster. "I want you to kill it." Gavin said simply.
The giant spider had bright green eyes like large emeralds. It's legs were polished gold, its body made out of the powderiest of pale blues. It's arachnid teeth clamped together in a biting motion a few times. CLANK CLANK! "You can do this boy!" Gavin encouraged. "Harness your energy and take down the beastie!" The spider whipped around and stared at Cameron. CLANK CLANK! It's teeth set again. It's eyes looking hungry. It's shell hard and metalic but not unbreachable. Gavin believed now. His doubt was gone. This was a powerful mutant boy, and he was going to help him realize it. With a single thought screaming through his head Gavin's lips curled into a wicked smile. That single word was ATTACK!
I was memerized at the orb I created, delve into it, astonished by what I was able to do the way it seemed to follow my command. Gavin continued to speak, move about me seemingly more excited than even I was. Most of this I paid no mind too, still too absorbed with my own feat and how it made me feel.
I was obessed with my father's faith, his death for just being a mutant had always irked me, scared me in many ways, could that be my faith?! I wondered if he could create these orbs, and what exactly could they do? So absorbed in my own thoughts I didn't realize the creation of the Giant spider until it was too late. I murmured a bit under my breath.
"Incredbile..," I made a ball of energy, Gavin created a monster.
"I want you to kill it,"
Kill it? Cam didn't even like to squash roaches when he saw them, not becuase it was nasty but they were living things too right? But was this thing living? It came out of him right? Part of his power, wait what did he think this was some sort of Circus danger room?! This was Crazy, I started to protest but before I could think of the proper words the Large front leg of the spider raised and came down fast at me. In panic the orb i was holding exploded almost as if it was some sort of defensive reaction. The explosion was small and did little if anything to the Spider, it did however knock me back about 15 feet sending me hard down to the ground but well away from the Spider leg that was attempting to skewer me.
"Look I don't think I'm ready for this,"
Gavin didn't seem to be able to hear me, or he didn't care. Instead the spider came at me again shooting some sort of acid from his mouth, I managed to dodge it and took off running across the bleachers. I did a few laps trying to bode my time when I began to realize, I was alot faster than i remebered. Not like super fast but still alot quicker then some one of my size should be, my reflexes seemed sharper and I wasn't getting tired. Normally i would be huffing and puffing and in serious need of a bottle of water by now.
I waited until the spider face came in to bite me and tried my best to channel the anger, dissapointment and embarrasment I was feeling intot he palm of my hand as I flung it in the general direction of the beast. From my hand came about a half a dozen orbs, varing in sizes from one as large as a soft ball to some a little bigger than a marble and pretty much everything in between. They all made contact and exploded in the face of the beast, staggering it just a bit I think more from Shock than actual harm.
I let off a bit of a smirk as I turned trying to find Gavin's face. I wasn't sure if I was showing off or trying to see if he approved or a bit of both but the momentary distraction was enough for the spider's razor sharp leg to plung at me, i moved to the side but he sliced open my left arm blood trickled from the wound. The spider went to follow up with another attack and I Jumped back. The jump took me high into the air, it almost felt like I was a missle that shot up well above his head at an insane speed.
Trying hard to control myself I pointed down and plummitted into the upper portion what I would assume was the shoulder of his front left arm. Diving head first into it and ramming right through it ripping it from the body and landing virtually unharmed about 15 feet away from the beast and right at the feet of Gavin.
"I think we are done Mister, call your monster off please!,"
Post by Gavin Sinclair on Apr 28, 2018 2:50:52 GMT
The very ground shook with the force of an explosion. Dirt rode in a wave across the arena floor. It was the like the kickback from a nuclear explosion. Gavin raised his arm to shield his eyes from the flying debris. Suddenly there was a buring, teraing, screaming pain in his shoulder. "ARGGGHHHH!" Gavin cried. He dropped to his knees. His monster, a beastie of metal and circuts and anodized nightmare; shook. It let out a cry of it's own. A horribly awful screech. It was enough to shatter eardrums. Black oil and green ooz poured out of it's wound of it's severed apendage. Sparks shot wildly as wires dangled and circuts caught fire. The boy had not only ripped it's arm clear off it's body, but damaged key electronics in it. Though it was sentient, though it was only ink from a tattoo it was all the sum of it's parts. It was made of everything it was depicted to have comprising it. Wires and circuts and chips and hardware.
The boy had not defeated a monster, but a machine. The spider skittered a bout a moment longer. It twitched and shook and screeched. Its horrible cry died away as it finally collapsed to the ground like it's master. Gavin's arm was badly hurt. Not from some flying piece of metal, but from the destruction of the spider itself. Its place on his arm was now scared. The flesh of Gavin's arm was dead, necrotic and rotting in that place the spider once occupied. By killing the beast, that piece of his skin was torn away. Gavin felt the pain of Cameron's fireballs ripping through his nerve endings. Thats what that tearing screaming pain was. It was all interconnected. Gavin was breathing heavy. Sweat dripped from his forehead.
The boy had asked him to call off his monster, but alas it was dead. Gavin forced himself to his feet. He looked at his arm and winced. It was terribly painful. Underneath that mangled black flesh on his arm was a memory of a creature he loved. The spider, like his other monsters was someone like one of his children. He even reguarded his massive three headed cerberus tattoo as a pet. Gavin did have a piece of metal in his leg. The pain in his arm was so great he didn't notice it until he tried to put weight on it. He hobbled a bit. A hiss pushed passed his lips as he tried to stand. Blood dripped down and stained his white pants. It was thick and wet and heavy with signs of what was to come.
"Fear not boy. I will be ok. We have a mutant here with wonderful healing abilities. All this..." He motioned to his injures. "Will be gone by tomorrow morring." Gavin reguarded him with a smile despite his pain. He was damn impressed with this kid. Not only had he defeated Titus, his acid spitting spider, but he did it at such a young age. Gavin was fully expecting to have to call off his creature. He never dreamed that his spider would perish. Sadly he could not reink him. Even if he did so he would just be a lifeless piece of art. Gavin was not sentimental enough to take up valuable space on his body with a memory. No, once the healer got his arm fixed that spot was reserved for something far greater.
Gavin looked over to his spider. What a pitiful pathetic sight it was. Gavin shook his head. Slowly but surely it began to melt. Gavin watched with sorrow slow dancing around the edges of his eyes. The creatures turned into a pool of ink. All the sum of it's parts. Blues, and greens and golds and reds. It mixed like an oil painting black and bubbly and soaked into the dirt. Nothing more than a puddle. Nothing more than a bad dream. Like it never existed.
Gavin would miss Titus greatly, but what he gained was much more. He gained a new more powerful creature. A creature named..... "Say, what is your name boy?" Gavin asked realizing he didn't know. "You toppled giants today. You are clearly more special than you realized." Gavin said smiling still. At the edge of the curtain stood Lady Ladainia. She was at the flap of the tent watching but not watching. She used her ears to watch the battle. She was smiling. "Ladainia come." Gavin motioned for her to step forward.
"You're hurt!" Ladainia cried. Gavin assured her he was fine. "I need to see the healer. Take this young man on a tour of the grounds. Before you leave here young man, come see me. I am very much eager to talk with you again." Gavin said limping away. He was more badly hurt than he wanted them to know, but it would be fixed by the healer. That kid's power scared him a little. He had never seen such raw potential at such a young age. Ladiania was right. She was never wrong. That boy was going to be an important mutant in the future. He might even be important right now.
I had to be dreaming. That was the only explaination for everything today, I had lived my life so long in anticipation of the dreaded day my powers would turn on and prove to the bigots out there that I was exactly what they believed me to be. I had tossed and turned at night with different ideas both good and bad of what I would be able to do, or the rare and some times plaseant thought of me not have inherited the X gene at all. What if i was just a regular old human, yes I had dreaded that day so much this must be some elabroate nightmare.
The had burritos last night for dinner, they must not have sat right, yes that was the cause of all this a bad burrito I told mama that we shouldn't eat at a resturant with a 82 rating from the health inspector. "Yea I think I want to wake up..," I muttered as I leaned on my arm to pull myself to my feet. Thats when the sharp pain jumped up my arm and into my back. The pain flared up and brought a tear to the side of my eye. Oh god this wasn't a dream was it? Standing up and looking at Gavin SInclair I could tell he was affected by this too, how exactly did he conjure this beast?
"My Name is Cameron Sir, my friends call me Cam though," It was wierd he seemed so interested in me, intent on proving my worth to me. What could I mean to him, and How could he know more about me than I did? The battle was over and I was calmed, and with that exhaustion was starting to sit in. Whatever was fueling my new found power must be running low. I was so tired, all I wanted to do was sleep.
A young lady emerged from the shadows and conversed with gavin, I wasn't paying too much attention to their interaction. Instead I was trying hard to keep myself awake. Thats when I heard him instruct her to take me on a tour of the grounds and a request for me to meet with him before I left. I wanted to protest but I had to sit down. The young lady watched as Gavin limped away, I on the other hand sitting on the bleacher lost the fight to keep my eyes open. Slowly I drifted off into dream land.
((Using his power can exhaust him without proper reserves so yes he is alseep. fill free to have him moved or whatever he is pretty knocked out))
Ladainia watched as the boy quietly closed his eyes and lost the battle against the world of dreams. He was so sweet, so peaceful. Ladainia did'n't so much as watch as she did listen. She listened to his rhythmic heart. She could hear the subtle sounds of soft snores rising in his lungs. She could here all the tiny utterances we mumble as we're fighting sleep. And of course the sound of his steady, but ragged breathing. Ladainia could not see at all. She was surrounded by a world of total darkness. Her gift of future sight had caused her to be blind to the world in all other regards. "Sweet child." She said walking over and stroking her fingers through his curly hair.
Ladainia bent down. She could hear one of the other mutants from the circus approaching. "Bring him to'rest someplace nice. Gavin wants him comfortable'." She spoke. Her voice was heavy with accent it almost sounded Russian in some respects. The mutant nodded and scooped up the small boy. Ladainia watched with eyes that did not see, and a heart that did not feel. She turned and followed the sounds out of the tent. She would speak with the young man later. If that was what Gavin wished. Her words and prophecies of the future could help him understand.
The sun kissed her skin. She was surprised to find it was still very hot out. She closed her eyes and allowed the warmth to bath her. The sun went away for a moment and then came back. It's cloud out. She thought. The clouds kept playing keep away with the sun. She breathed deep and could smell the rain before it even fell. Somewhere, mother nature was displeased. Ladainia turned her head in the direction of the healer's tent. Gavin was walking, or rather limping that way. He was her father. At least she thought so. Gavin had found Ladainia when she was just a little girl. A psychic at the circus had clouded her memories. Implanted false memories in her head that she was the daughter of Gavin Sinclair. Ladainia smiled. "I will do this for you papa." She said to herself.
With a wave of her arm she whipped her long and elogant skirt sleeve as she turned. A little like count Dracula whipping his cape around his face as he made a hasty exit. Ladainia went back to her tent once more. Outside her tent wind chimes clattered in the light breeze. She reached up fingers to feel them. Her smile wavered a bit. A storm was coming. She could sense it, she could smell it on the air. Ladainia ducked inside her tent and leaned over the table. She blew out the candle she kept for visitors and sat in the dark at the table. She sat in silence, thinking back to her earliest memory. She could remember her papa letting her ride the rides and filling her up with cotton candy. This had always been her life. As far back as she could remember.
