The X-men run missions and work together with the NYPD, striving to maintain a peaceful balance between humans and mutants. When it comes to a fight, they won't back down from protecting those who need their help.
Haven presents itself as a humanitarian organization for activists, leaders, and high society, yet mutants are the secret leaders working to protect and serve their kind. Behind the scenes they bring their goals into reality.
From the time when mutants became known to the world, SUPER was founded as a black-ops division of the CIA in an attempt to classify, observe, and learn more about this new and rising threat.
The Syndicate works to help bring mutantkind to the forefront of the world. They work from the shadows, a beacon of hope for mutants, but a bane to mankind. With their guiding hand, humanity will finally find extinction.
Since the existence of mutants was first revealed in the nineties, the world has become a changed place. Whether they're genetic misfits or the next stage in humanity's evolution, there's no denying their growing numbers, especially in hubs like New York City. The NYPD has a division devoted to mutant related crimes. Super-powered vigilantes help to maintain the peace. Those who style themselves as Homo Superior work to tear society apart for rebuilding in their own image.
MRO is an intermediate to advanced writing level original character, original plot X-Men RPG. We've been open and active since October of 2005. You can play as a mutant, human, or Adapted— one of the rare humans who nullify mutant powers by their very existence. Goodies, baddies, and neutrals are all welcome.
Short Term Plots:Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
The Fountain of Youth
A chemical serum has been released that's shaving a few years off of the population. In some cases, found to be temporary, and in others...?
MRO MOVES WITH CURRENT TIME: What month and year it is now in real life, it's the same for MRO, too.
Fuegogrande: "Fuegogrande" player of The Ranger, Ion, Rhia, and Null
Neopolitan: "Aly" player of Rebecca Grey, Stephanie Graves, Marisol Cervantes, Vanessa Bookman, Chrysanthemum Van Hart, Sabine Sang, Eupraxia
Ongoing Plots
Magic and Mystics
After the events of the 2020 Harvest Moon and the following Winter Solstice, magic has started manifesting in the MROvere! With the efforts of the Welldrinker Cult, people are being converted into Mystics, a species of people genetically disposed to be great conduits for magical energy.
The Welldrinker Cult
A shadowy group is gaining power, drawing in people who are curious, vulnerable, or malicious, and turning them into Mystics. They are recruiting people into their ranks to spread the influence of magic in the world, but for what end goal?
Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
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Once more, back in the American Star Boxing Gym two titans battled it out for supremacy. One extremely tall and young but inexperienced, the other shorter, grizzly with age, but more with training, duked it out. Glove covered fists were thrown back and forth, which resulted in misses and grazing body blows. But these bouts quickly descended into nearly fearsome fights as the difficulty was ramped up. No longer would punches be pulled, it was time to take things just a little more seriously.
After one or more dizzying punches, Jorge was actually the one to grin as he backed away from the kid and tapped his gloves as a signal for their session to be over. He was actually getting tired. Andrew definitely had reach over him, but Jorge’s speed and skill were enough to counter.
“Have to admit,” he said a little breathlessly and pulled off the Velcro tag on one of his gloves to slip it off. “You’re definitely giving me a run for my money now. You’re a quick learner Andrew, that’s good.”
He climbed out of the ring and headed back over to where their boxing equipment was. Jorge tossed his gloves into his duffle bag and pulled out a pair of bottles of water. He left one for Andrew as he cracked open the cap on his and downed almost half the bottle in a single gulp. The kid was definitely starting to show up this old man a little. Jorge had to smirk to himself at the concept. He only hoped that he would not create a monster from these sessions. Andrew had some anger, seemed that he had gotten used to people taking advantage of him and his fear. The old cop gave him an outlet for that pent up anger in the form of punching invisible opponents and bags filled with sand.
Let’s hope the kid will keep it that way and not go overboard.
When Jorge finally felt Andrew closing in on him, Jorge drank the last of his bottle of water and tossed it into a nearby trashcan.
“Andrew, heard that new Chinese Food down the block that opened, the Shady Dragon, is supposed to be good. Food for the wounded body? My treat?” Jorge grinned as he replaced his sweaty tank top with a dark sea green shirt that had a nautilus shell printed on the back.
He didn’t know why but he found himself attached to the kid. Not in some awkward, May/December, Oscar Wilde “I Speak of a Love Which Cannot Be Named” kind of way, but as an actual friend. The kid was good catharsis. Unfortunately Jorge knew what it was like to have a hard life with mutant abilities. Yes moving water could be easily hidden, but after a public display like what happened when his manifested, he was a little scarred too. Andrew, on the other hand, had a much tougher time. His mutation comprised of some of the easily overused words in any language. Jorge could only imagine what that was like. Maybe that was why he liked to hang out with the kid. Emotionally scarred people do tend to run together.
He smirked as he nudged Andrew hard on the shoulder. “By the way, don’t think I didn’t notice you try that sucker punch back there when I weaved.” he grinned and continued to gather his stuff.
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Another gym session with Jorge and another chance to wail on the heavy bags and spar with the elder cop. Andrew had come to enjoy these little work outs. Not only because he was working toward a goal, though he did like that, but because he got to unleash some of that pent up anger and frustration that he refused to let other people see. He internalized it all so that no one would know just how much his mutation bothered him. The detective let some of that pressure out through these little exercises.
Andrew was doing better during this sparring match than before. In fact, Jorge was the one that called time instead of Andrew. A stupid grin at the thought of a victory over the detective, no matter how small, spread over Andrew's face. Jorge commented on the speed of his learning while Andrew was climbing out of the ring and heading over to the bags.The grin stayed right where it was while Andrew divested himself of his own gloves and tugged on a fresh shirt. Once Andrew was back in street clothes he grabbed the bottle of water Jorge had left out and began draining it while the cop suggested some Chinese.
"After giving an old man a thrashing? Sounds good to me."
There was a jocular tone in Andrew's voice that said he was being goofy. Jorge could still wipe the floor with him if he took a mind to. However it was fun to rub his small victories over Jorge in the man's face. Jorge mentioned one of the punches he'd thrown and Andrew just looked at him with that same grin in place as he shouldered his bag.
"Eh, tough old guy like you can take it. If not I better find me a tougher training partner."
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>> "Eh, tough old guy like you can take it. If not I better find me a tougher training partner."
Jorge grinned as he slung on his duffel bag over his shoulder and proceeded to walk out with Andrew. “Keep talkin’ like that and this ‘tough old guy’ is going to give you a black eye to go with that grin.”
He chuckled as he led Andrew out of the gym. The night air bit cold against his limbs as he hauled his boxing supplies out. Thankfully the work out had managed to warm his muscles up to defend against the chill of the air and he scarcely felt any of it. His car parked neatly in a parking spot, Jorge decided that since the Chinese place was just further up the block, opposite direction from the deli he normally inhabited, it would be better to walk. After all, the walk would slowly ease their muscles down to prevent cramping or any such thing. At least that is what he heard.
The night scene of New York City was always a sight to behold. Though Jorge enjoyed the night lights and sound of crashing waves in Miami, New York did have a beauty of its own. The towering monoliths of steel and glass reflected any little light still twinkled from buildings opposite them. The stars high over ahead competed for attention from the mass of people below. And feel of the city had its own heartbeat, one that beat on no matter who was out, no matter what time of the day.
Jorge followed that beat. One that bu-bumped in his ears Shady Dragon Chinese Foooood.
He glanced over to see Andrew keeping pace and shook his head. “I think next time we should work on some of your footwork,” Jorge said as he moved on with Andrew. “You got good extension, kid, but I’m nearly twice your age and I’M dancin’ around you.”
The detective smirked, but just as he did he noted that the street had become uneasily quiet. Fewer people were out and those he did manage a glance at were over on the other side of the street. It was a gut feeling that he did not like, but one he tried to ignore. Cop instincts could be like that, picking out caution signs where they weren’t needed. Unfortunately, as Jorge glanced up ahead, he noted that in one alley, a light bulb was out and outside it, against a wall, were a trio of street hooligans. Jorge was not one for profiling, but still, the grizzly detective did not take his eyes off of them.
Instead he continued to try and make small talk with Andrew, while at the same time, keeping his senses aware.
“Andrew, you catch that college football game on ESPN last night? Was a killer.”
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"Just give it a try Cervantes and I'll give you one to match."
It was dark when they walked out of the gym. All the different colored lights were on and it was quite a scene. Not that he was about to burst out into verse about the beauty and enchantment of the city but it was nice now and again. Besides, right now, the allure of free food beat out the allure of the city lights at a whopping one thousand to one. Learning to box was hungry business. That was probably why they went for food after each session. Jorge mentioned working on Andrew's footwork and though he was loathe to admit it while he was in this good mood the man was right. Andrew shrugged.
"I'll get there."
Andrew wasn't about to let himself slip up on any of this. If he was going to be an X-Man then he'd have to be good in a fight. So if Jorge told him that he needed to work on his footwork then he'd work on his footwork. As they walked on there weren't quite as many people out but Andrew took no notice. In fact it wasn't until Jorge abruptly switched topics that Andrew started to pay attention to his surroundings. That's when he spotted the dark alley ahead. Of course it had ruffians. It was just his luck. Give Andrew an alley and he'd turn up trouble. Andrew answered the detective's question absentmindedly.
"Afraid not. I was a little busy."
If it had been an actual casual conversation Andrew would have mentioned that he didn't really watch sports much. This however wasn't a normal conversation so that little factoid went unstated as Andrew's tired muscles geared up for what could possibly be a fight.
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>> "Afraid not. I was a little busy."
The answer was quick and curt. It was one that told him that Andrew saw the potential for trouble up ahead too. The normal thing to do would have been to simple stop, turn and walk back the other way, but then again, too many people did that in this world. That is what brought about a lot of hate and anger and resentment in people. And while Jorge was not usually one for all that hippy, give peace a chance kind of thing, being a mutant he understood was intolerance was like. So instead of veering away, he simply walked on ahead and attempted to make small talk with Andrew and tried to pay no heed to the hoodlums who stood anchored around the alley way.
He should have turned back.
“It was a great game. Right off the bat in the first half, Clemens ran…” his voice trailed off into a play by play of a game he saw weeks ago. He did not even pay attention to his own words coming out of his mouth. Instead, he only listened to the alley, the shuffling of his and Andrew’s footsteps, and the sly slipping of lips as they pulled back to reveal a sinister grin.
Before Jorge could really comprehend of it, one of the trio had casually stepped out, as if he were simply going to go for a walk and had simply stepped in front of him. But the man did not move any further than that. He paused exactly where he was, in Jorge’s path. His leather jacket gleamed in the dull night light as he eyeballed Jorge up and down and glanced over at Andrew.
“Well, well,” he said with a rank tuna smell on his breath. “what’ve we got here?”
One of his compadres shouted an obscenity that implied something akin to Andrew and Jorge being lovers. Jorge was no phased and simply stared at the man in front of him. He could already feel the other two, following by another from the alley begin to surround. They reminded him of insects, roaches that crawl out from the dark, dank corners of walls the second the lights turn out. Their leather jackets glistened like the carapace of bug fresh from scrounging around in the walls.
Another of the men grinned as he peered up at Andrew. “Have fun workin’ up a sweat with the old man?”
Jorge ground his teeth as he glared back at them. “Gentlemen, I highly suggest you back away right now. Before you get yourselves in a whole lot more trouble than what it’ll be worth.”
One of the men shrieked in laughter. Then, Jorge heard the rustle of close and the sound of a button being pushed. SNAP That was the unmistakable sound of a switchblade being drawn. The man in front of him grinned as he held open his jacket and there revealed a gun tucked into the waistband of his jeans.
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Jorge started telling him what the game was like but Andrew could tell he didn't really care. The cop's attention was on the possible trouble in the alley and Andrew didn't blame him. All of Andrew's instincts told him to turn around and run. That it would be safer in the end to run. But that recently formed resolve of his told him to stand his ground. He'd been pushed around one too many times and now it was his turn to do the pushing. Andrew stood his ground fairly well when the first one came out. The arrival of the others put a dent in Andrew's courage but it wasn't entirely put out.
Andrew didn't flinch at the epithets and crude language the men used. He'd been through that gauntlet before. In that respect at least he knew who he was and wasn't ashamed. If he'd been a bit more brave, or foolish if you preferred that term, then Andrew might have heckled them back on that point. However Jorge seemed to have the verbal communication covered by telling them to back off before they got in too deep.
Unfortunately the pronouncement from Jorge had the opposite of the intended effect. An ominous sounding click resonated from somewhere. As if that unknown weapon, as it was almost certainly a weapon, wasn't enough the man standing in front of them pulled aside his jacket to reveal a gun. That cooled Andrew's jets so to speak. Fists were no good on guns and whatever it was that had made that click. Andrew stayed silent, unwilling to talk when he was in such a precarious position regarding his continued safety. His eyes darted over toward Jorge in a glance.
What on earth were they going to do? It wasn't as though Jorge could call for backup with them surrounded like they were. Andrew guessed the best thing to do was to just go along with it and either wait for an opening or do as they said and hope they felt like leaving them alive. Until Jorge moved Andrew was going to stay stock still. Jorge was the one that had dealt with such things more than he had. If there was an advantage to be provided it would be by him.
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Jorge was mad and he knew that that kind of aura could be felt by their captors. Still, as he glared between the men who threatened them, the cop had to make a decision. It was too risky to do anything rash with the man in front of them with the gun. Normally Jorge could try to manage the situation himself, but with Andrew here, it just compounded the problem. The last thing he wanted was for Andrew to get hurt because the cop was out to prove a point to these punks. But still, going into the alley did not feel like the altogether correct option either. Then again…
A glance out of the corner of his eyes and Jorge could see the dimensions of the alley. It was closed off enough with a low fence at the end. If they could just get a good head start…maybe they could get out of this in one piece.
With a grunt, Jorge slowly turned and began to walk into the alley. He knew that Andrew would have no choice but to follow him so he stayed close to the kid.
“That’s right, old man!” the lead guy grinned as he pulled the gun casually from his belt and began to follow them into the alley. His cohorts followed suit, at least one of them with a switchblade, as they all moved into the alley behind Jorge and Andrew.
Then, quick check, Jorge felt it, the water that dripped and flowed around them. That would have to be their exit strategy. There was no real option to fight here. Outnumbered and in this enclosed a space…that was no good. But it would serve as a good enough distraction. A check again and he began to summon the waters to his aide. Gently it seeped out of cracked pipes and flowed up from gutters, enough to answer him should he call.
A few more steps in and the one of the men sneered and paid no heed to the water that dripped from the walls.
“That’s far enough, man!” one grinned wide. “Why don’t you hand over your bags and your wallets!”
But Jorge kept walking slowly and subtly pushed Andrew ahead of him.
“Hey! I said stop!”
Jorge, then shoved Andrew forward as he whipped back around and held out both hands. Before their attackers knew any better the water that crept up the walls suddenly exploded out. The blast was water was shocking, disorienting and enough to throw them all off guard. Water sprayed out, struck their eyes, stung their noses and partially choked them as he Jorge nodded back to the low, easily breakable fence.
“Run Andrew! Now!” he shouted as he started to run for the fence, keeping Andrew ahead of him.
This is just not going to be my night, he muttered and ran.
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Anger was what Andrew got from Jorge. The kind of anger that Andrew felt when he let himself get too carried away in the gym. Jorge started down the alley so Andrew followed. He had no idea what the cop had planned so he did his best to stay calm. In the past he'd been undone in situations like this because he'd let his fear get the better of him. Andrew was still scared but this time he was determined not to let that stop him. If only the one didn't have that gun then this fight might be manageable.
Jorge seemed to have a plan though so Andrew just went along with it. The thugs may not have noticed it but Andrew saw the cop's element leak into the alleyway from the surroundings. Andrew was about to see Jorge use his ability for the second time. Yet again Jorge was saving his butt. One day Andrew would have to repay him for it in a way that didn't include brownies. When one of them ordered them to stop and turn over their bags and wallets Jorge kept walking and made sure Andrew did too.
Everything that happened next happened all too fast. Jorge shoved him forward, causing Andrew to stumble before regaining his equilibrium and turning back to the detective. He'd made his move and the water that had been following into the alleyway was wreaking havoc on the group of muggers. Jorge shouted to run and turned away as well. They made for the low fence that blocked off the other exit. It was an easy enough jump for Andrew. The fence wasn't that high and Andrew had height and enough speed to get over it with the minimum of effort. He slowed after having gotten over the fence to ensure that Jorge was over as well. There was no way he was going to leave the man behind. If he had to jump back over that fence and do what he could then that's what he'd do.
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“ARGH!! What the hell?!” a man screamed as he dropped his switchblade, water stinging his eyes fiercely.
Jorge did not bother to look back but instead simply ran. He had kept Andrew ahead and was glad the kid did not freak out. Yes, Jorge was teaching him how to fight, but it was one thing when you’re going bare fisted against a single opponent. It was quite another when they had a gun. That was why they needed to get out of here. Even when the sound of rushing footsteps behind him started to catch up, Jorge’s main goal was to get Andrew out. And the second he saw the kid leap the fence, a small wave of relief hit.
So did a sucker punch to his back.
Jorge grunt as one of the youths who had not been as affected by his surprise water blast, had caught up and punched Jorge hard in side. He stumbled only slightly and quickly managed to recover. He growled as he spun, caught hold of the man’s shoulders and proceeded to hurl him against one of the brick walls. The second the man hit against it, Jorge swung and connected with the man’s jaw. Without another look, Jorge turned once more and quickly climbed and leapt over the fence.
There he found Andrew had waited for him and he had to smirk. The kid had guts, and as much as Jorge had wanted him to keep running, he was glad for the friendly face.
“Can’t go anywhere nice, can we?” he muttered as cop instinct began to take over. He glanced back to the fence before he patted Andrew on the arm. “Come on! They won’t stay distracted lo –“
Immediately there was shouting coming from the alley and before Jorge could comprehend it, the first man he had struck and another were jumping the fence.
He shook his head. “Hate it when I’m right.”
One charged straight Jorge, while the other only grinned as he started to advance on the probably green looking Andrew. These odds were a little better but they were going to have to make quick work of them and run again. One-on-One wasn’t bad, they did not need the rest of the crew chasing joining in. Jorge did not have time to check how Andrew was doing and instead met his attacker head on, strengthening his core and took the tackle head on. Jorge was smaller than Andrew, but he knew how to keep his gravity centered so when his attacker threw himself at Jorge, the officer simply took it pulled him into a grapple.
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He heard and saw a slight scuffle as a couple of the thugs caught up with Jorge. That sucker punch he'd avoided back at the gym caught up with him at the hands of one of the miscreants. They were dealt with quickly by the experienced cop and Jorge joined him on the other side of the fence. Apparently staying behind had earned him a smirk from Jorge. Under the clamor on the other side of the fence Andrew heard Jorge mutter about not getting to go anywhere nice which made Andrew smirk right back. They were about to turn tail and leg it when two of their pursuers came over the fence.
One of them went for Jorge with a tackle. After all, Jorge had proved himself a fighter and they probably didn't want to take any chances. The one that headed for Andrew though moved slower as though he was sure that Andrew wouldn't be a problem. Andrew knew he didn't look intimidating. Despite the fact that he was taller than a lot of people he was also thin and not all that well muscled. However he was going to put that over confidence to good use. Andrew's hands came up to form his guard. This earned him a grin from his opponent.
Andrew didn't hold back. The second the man was in reach he let fly with a punch to the man's stomach. It connected but not all that hard. Just enough to startle and knock some breath out of him. Andrew took advantage of the opening by hurling an uppercut at the man's jaw and following up with the same punch to the temple he'd used on the heavy bag that day. The man stumbled and hit the wall of the building. He was definitely dazed at the least. When Andrew looked over to Jorge the man was already done with his own enemy and looking at him.
"Let's go."
Andrew turned to continue down the alleyway and it occurred to him that he'd just got through an actual fight without getting hit. Mind you that was likely due to the opponent's over confidence but still. It was something!
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The sight was indeed something to behold. Andrew was actually putting to use mostly everything that Jorge had taught him so far. The kid could adapt and use methods fairly quickly. That was good, it meant he could be an excellent fighter. But before he could muse more on the kid’s skills, he had to contend with his own attacker.
Jorge held the man strong, closing off his air supply in order to make him want to pass out, but the man struggled hard. Just hard enough to get that small edge to slip out of Jorge’s grip. The man turned looked unsure of what to do next. He did not know how to deal with someone who had the skill that Jorge seemed to possess, especially at his age. But the man, a youth more like it, was too stubborn to let the matter drop. Instead he hurled himself straight at Jorge once more.
Moron… Jorge muttered as he switched from grappling mode into boxing.
Leg’s loose and fists up, Jorge side-stepped the man just enough to deliver a strong punch to the side of the man’s jaw…in the exact same place he had hit him early. The youth shouted and groaned in pain, sure that something had been broken. But just before he could recover and stand fully, Jorge was quick to dash forward and punch hard into the man’s breadbasket. He doubled over in pain and before he could gasp, Jorge wrapped his arm tightly around the man’s throat and held him past. He muscles tensed as he squeeze and, in what seemed like the blink of an eye, the man passed out.
Jorge sighed as he let the man collapse to the ground and glanced once more at Andrew…only to find him turning back to him.
>> "Let's go."
Jorge had to be impressed with the kid’s already growing skill. Yes, he spotted a couple of his mistakes, but they were nothing that cost him. Instead he proved to be a rather effective fighter and took out his opponent clean and fast. The cop had to nod in approval as he stepped over his fallen foe and nodded in approval at Andrew. The kid was definitely a natural.
Still, he had to smirk. “What took you so long?”
With that he clapped Andrew on the shoulder and broke into a run with him again.
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Had they been in the gym instead of down a dark alleyway trying to get away from some over determined idiots Andrew would have reciprocated that clap on the shoulder. Instead it was time to run so Andrew just settled for giving Jorge a glance as they ran and smirking at him.
"We can't all be superheroes, Hose Man."
Andrew wondered if that would be it. If so then Andrew would be extraordinarily grateful. They would have both got out of the encounter relatively intact and with their belongings still in their possession. Somehow that didn't seem like it would be the case. There was no way of knowing whether there were more where those guys came from. Moreover this just didn't feel like it was done. Andrew would be quite glad if it was but he just doubted it. As they came up on the other end of the alley Andrew glanced over to Jorge again.
"Where to now? I'm still hungry you know."
It would be great if they could still go get that Chinese Jorge had mentioned earlier. Andrew was famished and didn't want to wait until he got back to the mansion to eat something. Not to mention after this he could use a drink or something. Too bad his twenty first was still several months off. Alcohol after a night like this sounded pretty good. He threw a look back over his shoulder to check if the men were regrouping and coming after them or just staying put. Andrew couldn't really tell but at least he didn't see any of the others hop the fence. He directed his vision forward again and waited for Jorge's instruction.
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>> "Where to now? I'm still hungry you know."
“Well…the Shady Dragon should not be far if you’re still interested.” Jorge replied with a smirk.
He had to admit that he was surprised at the kid. This was not how he remembered him back in the apartment in the incident with Mittens. The boy seemed to handling the almost mugging well. After all he managed to dispatch his opponent without so much as a scratch on him. Andrew definitely had potential, Jorge just hoped that the idea of that would not go to the kid’s head. He was still a ways off, but Jorge would let him enjoy his victory for now. He had managed to win his first fist fight in some record time.
“Don’t get too cocky, though. There is still the matter of –“
KA-BLAM!!!
The shot echoed loud around them to the point that the fraction of a second Jorge heard it, his cop skills kicked in. he grabbed Andrew and threw him down on the ground and partially covered him. He heard the whiz of a bullet, then the sound of it implanting itself into a brick wall. He ground his teeth as he glanced up and saw that the rest of the crew they ran from had jumped the fence. The other two they had dispatched were being helped up, so they had little to no time right now. He growled as he stood and pulled Andrew into a run with him.
“Move it, kid! Get that butt in gear and MOVE!!” he was sure he sounded like one of the most sadistic drill sergeants on the planet right now, but he didn’t care. All he cared about was getting Andrew moving and out of this yard. They needed distance and they needed a public setting. That would be the only way that these morons would cut the chase.
Jorge ran towards another fence, still keeping Andrew in front of him. When another gunshot went off, Jorge veered as off his path as best he could and watched part of the fence in front of them splinter with a small, dime-sized hole. The man was a bad shot, but with a gun like that, all it would take is one hit. So as soon as they reached the fence Jorge made sure Andrew jumped it before he followed after. Once he was on the other side, the sound of rushing footsteps and shots pervaded the air. These guys were going to stop chasing anytime soon.
He paused as he got Andrew’s attention. “I’m going to get you out of this. No playing hero, you understand me? You run and you keep running the second I give you the clear, you got that?” He pointed to a large trash gondola against the wall. “You get in there and stay down!”
Jorge left no room for argument as he pressed himself into a shadowy alcove and practically disappeared in the dark, waiting for their pursuers to appear.
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A thought that was almost entirely unrelated to the situation cropped up in Andrew's mind. Who named their restaurant The Shady Dragon? It sounded like a hang out for Chinese gangsters in a bad film. Andrew's thoughts and Jorge's cautionary 'Don't get cocky' speech were interrupted by a gunshot and Jorge outright threw him to the ground to get him out of the line of fire. As soon as the bullet impacted somewhere they were up and running again. They headed for yet another fence.
Andrew didn't begrudge Jorge the commanding attitude. Jorge had been in this sort of situation before. Andrew was a little better than an unskilled bystander next to him. Another bullet whistled past and left a reminder of what it could do to them in the fence they were intent on jumping. Andrew gave thanks that the man was such a poor shot. It wouldn't count for much if he got close. They hopped another fence and Jorge ordered him into a dumpster of all things.
He did as he was told but Andrew certainly wasn't happy about it. It was a freaking dumpster after all. Just thinking about what could be in here made him shudder. Not to mention the fact that he'd prefer to be out there with Jorge, helping him out instead of being relegated to the roll of helpless civilian again.
"As soon as this is over I'm taking a shower and burning these clothes."
Then he'd spend the next couple of gym sessions picturing these guys while he gave the heavy bag a good thrashing. Having made his plans Andrew gradually calmed down again. Fear that had been pushed aside in favor of action came rushing back and Andrew struggled with it while he waited for Jorge's word to go.
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Jorge
Jorge was not one to be so caviler in these dangerous types of situations, but as much as he wanted to ensure Andrew’s safety first, they had little options in this alley. They were quickly running out of space between themselves their pursuers so Jorge had to do the only thing he could think of. He needed to take a couple of them out. Which meant he needed to do it himself, and not have to worry about Andrew being in harm’s way. Then again, if Jorge were killed they would simply find Andrew anyway.
Maybe this was not such a good idea… he thought to himself as he remained pushed up against the dark alcove.
But it was too late for anything to be done. Before he could even consider changing his mind, the fence was hopped and another of the thugs came into view. The detective remained still and did not even breathe as he watched. The thug was quickly met by another as they stood confused in the alley. He ground his teeth as he pulled water to him again. They obviously did not get the hint that they had been chasing a mutant because they took no heed of the water that rolled down the alley way. In a way the detective was thankful of that. So long as they did not notice he could get the drop on them.
“Where’d they go?!” one yelled as he peered around behind a trashcan, flashing a switchblade.
The other, the one whom Andrew had managed to take out earlier already looked bruised and bled from one corner of his mouth. He shook his head as he looked up and down the alley. “They couldn’t have gone far, we were right behind them.”
Then, Jorge struck. A quick wave of his hand and water jets shot out hard and fast from the puddles at their feet. The men were surprised by the sudden water shot and snapped about. They were getting confused fast as Jorge kept the water hiring up and hitting them hard on the back of their heads. As soon as they were sufficiently confused, the detective leapt out and delivered as strong as a right hook as he could muster to the one of them. The man yelped as the suddenly hit and spun hard before collapsing unconsciously to the ground. Then, before the other could register what had happened, Jorge wrapped both his hands around the man’s neck and lunged forward, driving his knee into his stomach.
The man gasped loud and hard as all the air was pushed out of his body and he collapsed into a heap. Jorge breathed heavily as he let the waters calm. He then yelled to Andrew in the trashcan. “Andrew! Get out and ru – OOPH!”
Before he could finish, the last member, the man who started this whole mess leapt over the fence and tackled Jorge hard. His gun in hand, he tried to push the gun against Jorge’s temple to keep him from struggling, but the grizzly detective was slippery and experienced. He focused a shot of water straight into the man’s eyes that man him scream and lower his gun just as he pulled the trigger. The sound was deafening as it was fired so close, but Jorge recovered quickly enough to strike his arm. That sent the gun skidding across the alley.
“Y-You damn freak!!” the thug screamed as he recovered just a breath faster than Jorge and clamped his hands around the man’s neck.
Both on the ground, Jorge being sat upon, they struggled as Jorge clutched the man’s arms. Try as he might to break the grip, nothing he was doing was working. Instead the thug simply squeezed harder. And has unconsciousness began to set in, his control over the waters lessened to the point that he could not summon it to his aide.
Blackness crept over the edges of his vision as he tried to shove back…needing only one breath. A single breath to turn this fight. But try as he might…he couldn’t breathe…
