Five years ago, a large meteor crashed in central New York. No one knows how the government didn't know. They didn't see how they couldn't. The thing took up a whole city block. Dust and debris everywhere, people screaming, crying, looking for loved ones. A lot of people had died...others suffered severe injuries. Some even got extremely sick, though no one knew how or why.
A year after, people began getting extremely sick. No one knew what the cause of this illness was. Doctors and nurses worked tirelessly to figure it out. Many stayed in the hospital for months, others it was less. And some...never made it out. Those that did began to experience anomalies around themselves. Though that was always true. Even some that got sick never experienced anything at all.
Now, children and adult alike are being hunted for their abilities. G.A.M.A is searching for a "cure-all" to "save" those unfortunate to suffer from this change to their DNA. The meteor is contained under a dome of re-enforced frosted glass.
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"Oh, well, it's really the thought that counts." She replied. Really, she just wished she had her jacket with the fur interior. It was the only expensive coat she had. One she wasn't really willing to wear out because of all the thieves that liked hiding out in her neck of the neighborhood. "Mm, I'm more of a hot chocolate kind of girl. It does about the same. Warm hands, warm soul. I think that there's a coffee cart that sells some this time of year."
She could spend a little money on this one little luxury, right? Suddenly all the bills and reality came back, giving her a slight headache. But when Holden said it was on him. She just stared for a moment. "Are you sure? I wouldn't want to make you short for anything that you really need it for." The look on her face was of concern.
Janine wasn't used to others paying for things for her. Maybe a boyfriend would've if she had one, but she hadn't been in a relationship since her mother passed. Her last boyfriend wasn't appreciative that she wanted to wait until marriage for sex. She didn't need an accident like being a teen mom happening while she still cares for her family.
"Yeah, it's no big deal," He mentally shrunk his savings deposit for the month to account for some coffee, hot chocolate, and maybe some food. He had used the money his mom had given him after his dad died to buy his office. After a few months he'd been able to renovate the back to be a small living space and was able to move out of his parent's condo. It was the silver lining in what had happened to his dad.
For a moment it was silent. He put his hands in his pocket feeling awkward. He had thought this would be like hanging out with his sisters, those two never shut up. They could talk his ears off. He wasn't used to trying to make conversation.
"So..." He searched for something to say, "have you been working at the Tavern long?" Shit, was that a stupid question? This is what happened when your conversations with strangers were always short and never pleasant. He found himself chastising himself for wasting his time, he could have been working. He pushed those thoughts aside, taking some time off was okay.
Janine shrugged her shoulders. "No, not very long. Just short of six months really." She rubbed her arm some. "I had to drop out of school after getting it..." She spoke softly. Wait...why did she say that? That was probably too much information. She just met the guy. She didn't need to try and spill her whole life story. Or that things were getting slowly worse.
The wind picked up again and she found herself getting closer to Holden. Trying to keep some kind of warmth in her body. When her arm touched his, she felt a warmth to her cheeks. "S-sorry." She stuttered. A timid smile played on her lips. "How long have you been a private investigator?" He didn't look that old. She'd watched criminal investigation shows, and normally they all looked a lot older than Holden.
Holden stiffened a little when she said she had dropped out of school. Something about the way she'd said it made him think it wasn't college she was talking about. Shit, How old is she, He wandered glancing at her. She was really close. Her arm touched his and he instinctually took a step back.
"S-sorry."
He muttered, "No Problem."
"How long have you been a private investigator?"
"About a year," He did the math in his head, it really was coming up on his 1 year anniversary. Time flies when you're busy. "I started immediately after I finished college. It was slow going at first, but starting to get more regular business." He'd worked two jobs when he started out. He'd finally quit his 'Day Job' a few months ago. After he made sure he had a good safety net for the future.
She scratched the back of her neck a bit. Her nervous energy starting to get hold of her mind. She shouldn’t have said that...When he answered her question she smiled some. “Well, congratulations. You planning on doing anything special for the anniversary that’s coming up?” She wasn’t trying to be nosy.
It was just her curiosity. She was a bit of a know it all and assumed the best and worst of every situation. Though she liked sticking to positivity. The breeze came from in front of them this time. Blowing her hair back over her shoulders. Her eyes closed for a moment to enjoy it cooling her face some. She didn’t know why she was getting so flustered.
She probably looked old enough that dropping out would imply from college, not her senior year of high school. She hadn’t gotten very far into it when she had to take this job for her family. Taking in a deep breath, she let it out slowly. “Smell the cake,” She breathed in, “Blow out the candles.” She let it out. Something her mother had taught her whenever she’d get anxious.
Moving the bag from one hand to the next, eyes turned to Holden as she walked with him still. She liked this. A casual conversation with someone. It felt like so long since she really took the time for this kind of thing. But the calm was ruined as a man came running by and yanking her bag from her hands. “AH! Hey!” The hard pulling had her falling to the ground.
"God. Shit. Fuck" Holden glanced at Janine for a moment before taking off after the mugger. Bruises and cuts would heal, but if she was anything like his mom and sisters her whole life was in that purse. Phone, wallet, money. Oh god, her tips were probably in there.
People jumped out of their way as he gained ground on the attacker. If anyone asked he would have denied spending time at the gym, pretending to just be 'naturally fit', but in situations like this he was glad that he scheduled time to work out.
He reached out for the guy, just out of reach and stumbled."Shit," he caught himself and was back up and after the guy. How could a tumble have gotten the guy so far ahead? He pushed himself to catch back up with him. His lungs burned, he needed to do more cardio. The mugger looked back and bumped shoulders with a man cause him to stumble before catching his balance.
He was getting closer, but he felt like he was running out of steam. Come push through, he told himself. You're almost there.
Janine hissed at the stinging in her palms as she got up. Little droplets of blood dotted her pale skin there. Though that was the least of her concerns as she watched Holden bolt off after the burglar. Her body moved after them, maybe they'd run into some officers that would help. But that wouldn't be likely. The police force has become more of a joke now with people having abilities far beyond their comprehension.
She ran behind them for a while, though her legs ached, and her lungs burned with the effort. It had been so long since she'd gone to the gym. All she could do was home workouts. And even then it wasn't always consistent. But she couldn't let him get away or let Holden get hurt trying to help her. 'Please, I've had enough bad luck. I don't need anymore!' She thought. Tears were loading up, just waiting to spill over the rim of her lower lids. Why couldn't she just catch a freaking break for once!?
The man ran harder, but the second person he ran into had his sunglasses flying off. "Damn it!" The skin around his eyes was scaled as snake-like eyes looked back before he darted off again. Though his own stamina was starting to wane.
As the guy bumped into someone else Holden reached out and grabbed his shirt. GOTCHA. He flew past the guy as he turned around, and pulled hard on his shirt to take him to the ground. The two men crashed and Holden quickly grabbed the purse away before jumping up.
"Nice try Assho-" Holden froze when he saw the man's eyes. He was one of them. Holden breathed hard, his mind going blank. This freak... he tried to shake the thought and couldn't.
He was staring up at his family's balcony, watching as his dad fought against the home invader. Watching as the home invader pushed his dad around on the balcony. He could see the red and blue lights in his peripherals. Watching the home invader push his dad off the balcony. Watching as the home invader vanished before his eyes, even before his dad hit the ground.
He kicked the man on the ground, once twice, three times. He couldn't even think about it, his body acted on its own. Stop it. He knew this wasn't the same... thing... why would it have bothered running if it could have disappeared the moment it had the purse? But he couldn't. He Just kept kicking him.
She watched as Holden had finally gotten ahold of the man that had tried stealing from her. Though seeing him getting up something seemed off. She kept running to get to him quickly before something started. Though it was too late for that as she saw him getting up and kicking the guy. It had her scared with how upset he looked.
"Holden, stop!" She yelled to him. Getting closer she saw the scales, the yellow color of his irises. He was a mutant, and Holden... It struck her heart in a strange way. She thought maybe he was a little different than everyone else, but...maybe she was wrong. Not that she was thinking they'd ever meet again, but she had wanted to.
Walking over to his side, she lightly touched Holden's shoulder, trying to get his attention on her instead of the poor man he was kicking. "Holden, please, he doesn't deserve this. He only tried taking my purse." She wanted him to think clearly again.
Holden flinched when someone touched his shoulder. "Your Purse." Holden looked down at the bag gripped in his hands. His knuckles were white on it, his hands shaking slightly.
He quickly backed away from the man. Shit Shit Shit Shit. What had he done? He Squeezed the purse again before handing it over to Janine. He couldn't look at her. How could he even begin to explain what had happened just now? He barely knew what had happened.
He watched as the man he'd kicked got up and hurried off into the park. Worst thing about New York was no one cared. Especially with the Police in chaos after G.A.M.A. came into effect.
"I'm sorry." It was barely audible. "I should... I should probably go home... Especially before the agents show up if someone reported that guy..."