Post by Ryder on Nov 17, 2008 5:31:58 GMT -5
Oh, New York could be such a bore.
Ace threw his hands into the pockets of his black slacks. He was dressed to the nines, as always. Dressed to impress, his father would say. He kicked a rock down the bridge as he walked on the passageway.
Sighing deeply, he stopped and looked out at the East River. Life had become boring, due to his exile from the mutants. Atleast they knew how to have fun.
He sucked on his teeth, shaking his head lightly. That wasn't completely true, he had fun, sometimes. Though lately it seemed less and less.
Ace was never one to dwell on any subject, especially one so far in that past. But, his mind drifted back to the day he killed Charles Winters.
Oh, talk about fun.
Ace let out a soft laugh, leaning around the railing, looking down at the river. Something had happened that night, that he didn't expect.
He was suppose to kill them both; yet only Charles died. He scratched as his nose lightly. It didn't quite make sense, one minute he was ready to pound Colette with all he had, and the next, he was stopped by some force-field.
"Psionic shield." He muttered under his breath. "The stupid bitch..." He laughed, shaking his head. He turned abruptly, knocking to someone hard. "Whoa, sorry dude."
Ace threw his hands into the pockets of his black slacks. He was dressed to the nines, as always. Dressed to impress, his father would say. He kicked a rock down the bridge as he walked on the passageway.
Sighing deeply, he stopped and looked out at the East River. Life had become boring, due to his exile from the mutants. Atleast they knew how to have fun.
He sucked on his teeth, shaking his head lightly. That wasn't completely true, he had fun, sometimes. Though lately it seemed less and less.
Ace was never one to dwell on any subject, especially one so far in that past. But, his mind drifted back to the day he killed Charles Winters.
Oh, talk about fun.
Ace let out a soft laugh, leaning around the railing, looking down at the river. Something had happened that night, that he didn't expect.
He was suppose to kill them both; yet only Charles died. He scratched as his nose lightly. It didn't quite make sense, one minute he was ready to pound Colette with all he had, and the next, he was stopped by some force-field.
"Psionic shield." He muttered under his breath. "The stupid bitch..." He laughed, shaking his head. He turned abruptly, knocking to someone hard. "Whoa, sorry dude."
