It was cold for a spring day, the sky was overcast as Evelyn tucked her jacket closer to her body and walked down the sidewalk away from the Metropolitan Museum of Art. She had spent the day organizing curator reports on the European exhibit, which normally would have been entertaining. But after the last few months of chaos, she felt drained.

First, she got mixed up in a battle with the cookie-monster and some mutants. Then, she got herself kidnapped by a serial killer and taken to the Sanctuary. After wriggling her way out of there, she met a dino-shifter, temporarily borrowed a conman as an escort to escape an auction, helped someone try to track down their missing husband and then got mixed up in a robbery which resulted in her getting taken hostage. The museum was less than willing to let her stay late after the incident, and Jensen and her got in a fight about her safety. In the end, he finally decided that maybe it was time she looked after herself. Apparently, someone had offered him a position in some top secret place and he was going to take them up on it.

It was a bitter sweet parting.

Admittedly, there was little he could do to protect her when she was determined to do things on her own. She would always owe him for saving her life all those years ago, but she couldn't live in a cocoon forever. She was a mutant, and she needed to figure out what exactly that meant. Whether her parents agreed about it or not, she was ready to start looking out for herself.

Without the car waiting in the distance, it seemed awfully lonesome now though.

Her footsteps sounded loud as she moved down the sidewalk towards the subway. The traffic was thin and there were few people wandering the streets. It seemed eerie... And it wasn't just her gut that was feeling it. Her echoes were starting to whisper in warning. Something was happening somewhere... She just wasn't sure where. There was a distant rumble under her feet. It sounded like an explosion somewhere in the distance. She turned, trying to scan the eyes for a sign or a clue, but all she noticed were a couple teens close behind her. She started moving forward again.

The footsteps followed.

[Five pursuers. Ages between 15 and 20. One with yellow eyes, mutant. Cat tail on female. Mutant. Based on current mutation scares, likely full group mutants.]

"Hey, Blondie! Where you going?" She flinched, and started moving faster. The subway couldn't be that far---A hand caught her on the shoulder and turned her around, and she scrambled backwards, hands up defensively. The boy who turned her smirked and laughed at her poor stance. "Hey, you're the kid of those snobby rich people that live on 12th, aren't you? Summers. That's your last name, isn't it."

"What do you want?" She skimmed her memories for an image of his face. The boy didn't register, but the girl next to him did. [Daughter of family friend. Christmas party, own parents discussing their distaste with the way mutant menace was being handled. Girl's parents were vocal about being tolerant. Did not see since. Likely offended by statement, based on current interactions.]

"I hear your parents don't like mutants. Is that true? Are you guys mutant haters?"

Evelyn frowned, and started trying to edge around them, not liking the direction this conversation was going. "Whatever my parent's opinion of mutants are isn't my business."

"It should be! Are you a mutant hater like your parents?"

"No! That's like, asking me if I wear ugly hats because my parents do. Whatever they decide they agree with or not isn't my--" She jumped as something hot moved next to her cheek, and she glanced at the speaker who was now holding a fireball in his hand. [Fire elemental. Left handed. Best course of escape to the right.] She didn't question the command, she bolted.

A glance back revealed, another fireball was being formed, and Evelyn quickly glanced around for something to defend herself. She managed to grab a metal trash can lid as she passed by and raised it just in time for the fire to slam into the lid. Heat rushed over the top of it making her skin hurt and she let out a yelp and dropped the suddenly red hot piece of metal. [Trash can lid. Estimated melting temperature---] Another fireball, this time she ducked, hands still stinging. The trashcan lid was melting like goop. She didn't need the echoes to tell her the fire was HOT.

He was a poor shot at least, but she heard something that sounded remarkably like barking from behind her. She didn't want to learn what the other kids powers were. All that would allow her to do was listen to the voices in her head while they tried to maul her.

What was going on?

She turned down one alley, then another, and the sounds of fighting filled her ears. There was a scuffle up ahead, and someone went crashing through a building. The structure creaked above the brawlers, and Evelyn back tracked and turned.

The city is going crazy...

She passed a window with a television set on, a family was gathered close watching a news broadcast. She caught the last few sentences, as her echoes skimmed around her for danger. Fear was flickering across the expressions of those watching. [Humans. Anti-mutant hostility on the rise. Danger.]

Jensen. Her parents. They were in danger.

"Hey! There she is!"

So was she.

Evelyn was feeling a bit cornered. She quickly skimmed the alley and considered her options. There was a fire escape [Broken ladder, too high to jump for] the side with the now busted building [Unstable. Likely to collapse.] Or the side with the five mutants closing in on her [Female with tale shifted to panther mode. Fur same color. Name=Laynie.] At least the last echo might be useful.

"Laynie! Please, I'm a mutant just like you. I don't know what's going on but just let me go!" She was usually above begging, but as another fireball flickered to her right, she was starting to feel a bit more afraid. A flicker passed the panther's expression, but then her maw curled into a snarl and she lashed at a paw towards Evelyn. She backed up further. The family in the living room she had been watching was already gone, assumably to find somewhere safer to hide. She considered trying to get in through the window...

"Stop begging. Did you see the news broadcast today? This isn't your city anymore. We're done letting humans push us around. And that includes ones like your parents. What better way to send a message than the slight mauling of their daughter?"

Send a message... She could see the words form on his mouth, the look of disgust on his face, the flicker of rage in the panther's eyes. Send a message... There was a blur of black, a flash of claws, and then she was stumbling backwards into the glass. She might have screamed, but everything in her head seemed drowned by her echoes fighting to save her life. Send a message... She managed to spin at the last moment, sending Laynie through the window first, tumbling after. The sound of shattering glass mingled with the snarls of pain for the cat, claws leaving deep gashes on her arms as she scrambled free of the girl from her past. Her echoes pointed her towards a closet in the hall, and she yanked it open, tumbling inside and pulling it shut.

Outside, there was the sound of snarling and claws against wood. The room seemed hot, but not as hot as it would be if the other teen got here. She could feel blood running down her arms, but her pulsing heartbeat would just keep sending more, staining her pale lavender skirt, her white leggings, her tan shoes; it would cover her hair, stain it red, and that would be the image her parents would have to see. This is what happens when you mess with mutants.

Send a message.

The planet truly was going to Hell. Not that Sara really seemed to notice now a days. The feline mutant had always managed to tread on the line that was in the middle of right and wrong. Sara often kept to herself, but even she had heard of the news report. It was Johnny, her friend at The Dragon Inn restaurant who informed her of the news report. Sara almost didn’t pick up her phone to receive the message. Johnny promised to play the report for her later. Until then, Johnny had warned her to stay off of the streets. Sara hung up the phone... Naturally Sara wasn’t listening to the smart advise of her friend and she was out anyways. However it became more and more apparent that she should start listening to her friends.

Tensions were high on the streets. Fewer people were out but the people that Sara passed were… well Sara didn’t know how to describe it… She just knew that as a hole, she wouldn’t forget her walk today. Sara passed several people and mutants that she didn’t recognize. Some were obvious mutants who only now, chose to show their faces like Sara had ditched her heavy hood a few years ago. Others were people that Sara passed before, but the way that they looked at her. It was different. Then there were those whom she didn’t recognize at all. Shock, Anger, Fear. Those facts were always in the air, but today they were intensified.

Yeah Johnny was definitely someone with the right idea. She wasn’t heading home yet, but her feet turned right at the next block. Sara’s intentions were to make her way to the The Dragon Inn, and help him and his mother keep themselves safe. Johnny would be angry with her for not listening to him, but she really didn’t care.

Sara was two blocks down, taking a short cut through the alley ways. It was like every time she came out of the street to run to the next short cut there was a different scene ranging to arguments to a turned over car. Apparently at one intersection, one norm accidently ran a red light and almost ran over a mutant. Said mutant was fine. Said car was not.

The scenes only made Sara’s steps quicken. The next alley way came faster. Then the next and the next. 15 blocks from her destination, 12, Hopping and fence and a sprint through a junk yard before the dogs could make their way out of their huts. 10 blocks… 8.

At 8 blocks away she skid to a stop. Her heart was pounding and her breaths slowed. There was a group of three people just down the corner from her and she was trying to decide of she was going to be safe skidding around them or if it was a better idea to find a different way. That was the plan until she heard one of the mutants tell the other to stop begging. There was just something about that that made Sara’s ears pin back. She hated bullies no matter who they were and no matter who their victims were. It brought out something much more primal in her feline self that kept her on the scene, where normally she would have avoided it.

The tip of Sara’s own tail twitched like an agitated rattle snake as she stepped around the corner. Her padded feline feet barely made any sound on the pavement. The panther shifter and a girl disappeared into the building. Sara couldn’t see what was going on inside, but the panther sure was making herself heard. That probably meant that the two that Sara couldn’t see where both still alive.

The fire manipulator pulled another fireball of molten… Sara couldn’t exactly tell and held it at the ready to chuck in the building. It seemed he only hesitated because the other mutant would have been in his way. Sara chose that moment to intervien. She didn’t want to be on the scene of another building fire.

“Hey.” Sara was about ten feet away from him when she made her presence known and made him jump. “Two against one isn’t really fair is it?”

The fire elemental blinked as the female approached, eyes skimming her lion attributes and seeming uninterested. His three companions had gone to look for a way inside the building, and the panther and he were the only two still there when the cat arrived. A slow smirk filled his face, and he crossed his arms with a casual chuckle.

"So what if it is? When have humans ever been fair to us though? I say give them a taste of their own medicine." He let the fireball melt into flames, and held out his hand towards the damaged curtains just on the other side of the window. Inside, the panther managed to bust a small hole in the door, snarling and trying to paw her way through it. An animal hunger had taken over the female's human demeanor. It was clear the two teens were hungry for revenge, and didn't care who was the victim of it.

"Haven't you heard? The tables are changing. We're going to take back our city." He clearly seemed to have a supremest mindset, and flames moved and flickered from both his hands. He was ready to burn the building down, just a little closer and it would happen. But he was almost more interested in gathering his small little army to deal the justice they seemed to think was needed.

In the closet, Evelyn trembled as she struggled to hold the door shut. Her echoes had casually informed her of the lack of lock moments before, and she was forced to keep it shut by hand. That meant the closer the claws came through the wood of the door, the closer they came to her skin. Her knuckles were white with the effort, and all the snarling made it impossible to hear anything outside the closet. As a gap started to appear in the wood, she could see black fur tinted with flecks of red where the glass had cut through it.

"I'm a mutant too! Why are you doing this? Just leave me alone!" Evelyn tried reasoning to the angry animal on the other side. A paw shot through the gap in the wood before she could react, leaving a stinging trail of red across her left cheek and giving the answer to her plea. She bit her tongue to keep from crying out in pain, backing up once more and trying to maintain a hold on the handle.

Any moment the door would give free, and that would be it. A fear tears ran and mingled with the blood on her face.

The city was turning more and more chaotic as riots all over the city started to erupt Sam had already stopped a handful of looters and called it in as he left them iced to a brick wall for the police. Even if they got away they’d think twice before trying to take advantage of the situation again if only there was an easier solution. Sam shook the thought from his head and continued on his ice slide surveying the next immediate area. Almost on cue he spotted some smoke coming from an alleyway, as the sound of glass was shattering luckily he was passing the building overhead.

Seconds passed and Sam formed a slide down to the front of the building and he quickly entered to make sure the building wasn’t catching. He went to the alley side of the apartment complex and heard some growling as the door swung open. A family exited the apartment with all terrified looks on their faces. They stopped and looked at Sam who had his hands and feet iced over they took a step back and there was some kind of commotion behind them. They were scared and didn’t know what to do so Sam stepped closer to the wall and waved them forward. ”Go, Run!” Sam watched them pass and start banging on another door as he entered their home.

Almost instantly he found the source of the commotion a furry woman he almost mistook for Sara, she had dark fur though and was trying to reach into a closet. His sixth sense told him there was someone in there holding the door shut trying to escape the feline. ”Down puss!” Sam yelled as he iced up his forearms and rushed the cat lady who had one hand or rather paw in the closet.

Normally he wouldn’t use this much force on a woman due to his unusual sense of chivalry but she was a panther lady and if she was even a fraction as strong as Sara she’d have no problem with a tackle like this. When his body connected with the panther lady he kept going and lifted towards the window throwing her out it causing what little glass was left to follow the cat woman out the window.

Sam looked back to the closest and felt the woman like figure still breathing, that was enough for now in his opinion he’d check up with her shortly. There was an old friend he just spotted in the alley way where he just ejected the other cat lady from the window. ”Hey Sara!” Sam said as he saw her going toe to toe with a guy whose hands were on fire. Climbing out of the window and landing on the ground he stood up straight at the temperature around him continued to drop.

There were few things that Sara didn’t have a reply for. This one was one. She wasn’t going to disagree with the other mutant about the way that mutants were treated by humans. She was a healer who wasn’t supposed to have scars, but somehow, humans had managed to give her two. One that wrapped around her right wrist from a band that she was forced to wear around her wrist during the registration camps. The other was a number on her right shoulder. “Not this way.” Sara said. Her nose wrinkled lightly with disgust. Sara wasn’t that much of a social mutant. Nor was she that socially accepted by the masses, but there were some humans that were alright.

"Haven't you heard? The tables are changing. We're going to take back our city."

“Then what?” Sara asked. She was trying to buy herself some time. She was fast but the fact that he manipulated fire gave her more of a concern for the surroundings. He could do a lot more damage faster than she could, in five seconds, than she could.

As if on cue there was another sort of commotion coming from inside the building. At first the fire manipulator grinned, thinking the panther shifter had finally gotten her quarry, but when she came flying out of the window landing unceremoniously somewhere behind him, he’d been distracted for Sara to take advantage of the moment.

In a heart beat Sara had launched herself so that her feet would land squarely on the side of the building adjacent to the fire manipulator. Sara crouched there long enough only to let the fire manipulator’s eyes follow her before she kicked off of the brick, heading straight at him. His flames flickered higher and if he was aiming anything at Sara, well for that short few seconds, Sara was screwed. However her body healed and knowing that fact had made her a little reckless over the years.

The fire mutant had raised an arm to defend himself against Sara. Most people wouldn’t choose to deflect his attack but Sara wasn’t most people. The fact that she didn’t hesitate surprised him and when she opened her mouth filled with elegantly pointed and big feline fangs she had to give him credit for not crapping his pants. Her right forearm came down over his with a crack. Flames licked up her arm and around her wrist. The heat singed her fur and as Sara’s clawed feet landed squarely on the pyro’s midsection, Sara’s other hand Smacked down on his head so he’d come down with her weight on top of him, and his head would bounce off of the cement. When her was knocked out, the flames that were around his hands died away and Sara’s nerve endings in her arm decided to let her know how stupid she’d just been.

The pain stung and when Sara pulled her arm away, she’d had a portion of the fur on her wrist burned away leaving angry bubbling blisters and sections that looked like raw meat. However most of the intense burn was isolated to her wrist. Her fur had shielded the skin that went up her arm. All and all, she was lucky, but still… Her teeth grit together tight as she let out a cry of pain that had a mix of human and animal in it. Frustrated she lifted the unconscious mutant’s head up by the hair with her good hand and slammed it back down for good measure.

”Hey Sara!”

“Hey Slick.” Sara replied. She’d recognized his voice before she looked over her shoulder at him. She straightened up and moved between him and the other feline mutant. Her arm injured arm raised so as to not rub the raw side against her clothing or other fur on accident while the burn was still so tender. Though it was visibly smoothing over and damaged skin stretched, grew and knit back together to it’s self. “Is it just me, or are there suddenly more cats in New York?”
She chanced a glance at the window where the panther and Sam had come out of. When she’d approached the corner of the building hadn’t there been someone else that was being attacked? “Did you check on the other girl?” Sara indicated the building with a tilt of her head. “They were in there for a while.”

The smell of burnt fur quickly entered the alleyway Sam’s nostrils flared as Sara quickly dispatched of the guy who seemed to be the source of the smoke he had seen overhead drawing his attention to this particular building. Sam smirked when Sara asked him about the sudden increase in cats, ”If only more people listened to Bob Barker.” he shifted his attention to his own dance partner who was still down her tail twitching but her body still remaining still.

Cutting his main focus from his sixth sense Sam focused more on his other five to avoid getting a massive migraine when he ‘felt’ Sara and her recently dispatched fire guy. ”Burnt hair smells awful by the way.” he turned back to the closet where the woman was still hiding no doubt petrified from the panther girl. ”Yeah, she is still alive. Be down in a second.” Sam said figuring he’d check on who ever was trapped in the closet before going down and pinning those that tried to take advantage of the riots and lack people enforcing the laws. The police were just spread too thin right now, which was why this wasn’t his first stop of the day.

Sam slowly approached the door trying to make a little noise not to startle whoever was in the closet. ”Hello?” Sam said trying to see if he could get a response before knocking. ”My name is Sam and I work with the police. The situation is clear and you should be safe now. Are you injured and if so can you open the door so I can see if you need any immediate attention?” Sam asked trying to sound as friendly as possible hoping the woman wasn’t too afraid to answer.

There was little left of the door and Evelyn's strength when she heard footsteps coming inside the building. Then there was a voice, a rather familiar voice, and the paw that was inches from her neck was whisked away unceremoniously. The air felt colder, and her echoes fed her the needed information [Sam Johnson. Ice manipulator.] That answered it. Memories of the eventful Sesame Street battle came back to her as she sank back against the wall and slid to the ground. She half expected the mirror walker to show up after him. But the voices she heard from the alleyway didn't match. In fact, pieced together with the sounds from before, she seemed ...feline.

It certainly was no one she remembered.

Her body felt suddenly overwhelmed with exhaustion. The run to the house, the effort holding the door shut, and her terrified echoes all created a swirl of dizziness through her head. She put her head down on her arms, feeling the sting of pain on the claw marks the girl had left, and sticky blood on her face. Taking a few deep breathes cleared her thoughts though, and the echoes felt like less of a roar, and more of the subtle feed of information she was accustomed to. Time ticked by, and the sounds of further fighting came from outside. Eventually though, voices seemed to be taking a calmer tone.

Thank goodness. She had quite enough excitement already.

Evelyn felt her pulse finally calming when her echoes noting the quietly approaching footsteps. Sam's voice drifted through the door and she smirked slightly at his 'introduction'. Getting to her feet, she pushed her hair from her face, and steadied herself before pushing the door open and crossing her arms, leaning against it.

"I know who you are, Sam. I hope we're not going to make a habit of meeting like this." She remarked. Her smile was a bit shaky and her arms had a slight tremble to them still. Her appearance was... disastrous, to say the least, but she tried her best not to look like a damsel in distress; unfortunately, that was a stereotype she seemed to be making a habit of.

”If only more people listened to Bob Barker.”

Sara smirked. Normally a joke like that wouldn't have made her crack a smile, but hey. Even she had her looser moments.

”Burnt hair smells awful by the way.”

"Imagine how I feel." Sara said. her wrist was still healing but the stinging feeling wasn't so prevalent. So she flexed her hand.

Mean while Sam ducked back into the building and Sara kept watch of the alley way and their two downed opponents. So far all the panther mutant had done was move her tail. Sara's own tail mimicked it and as the seconds kicked on, Sara heard more and more incidences around their location.

Sam smirked when he saw Eve exit the partial closet door he spotted the hair first then smirked. ”Blondie?” Sam asked knowing she wasn’t overly found of that name, ”What you don’t like getting rescued when you are in danger?” Sam asked starting to laugh before he walked towards the broken window as if he was going to jump from it. ”I’ll be sure to keep that in mind next time you’re in trouble.” she seemed all right by her initial response to him though he did spot the claw mark on her arms.

”Still… while I’m here,” Sam said as he pointed towards his own arm that mirrored where she was injured. ”Might as well take a look at it.” Sam’s expression turned to a serious one and he took a few steps closer towards the girl before he asked, ”No Jensen?” Sam hadn’t seen the woman’s handler in the area his car meaning she either ditched him or something else happened.

”What exactly happened here?” Sam asked shifting his eye from the door to the girls arms which he reached out for one of them with his partially frozen hand. His touch wasn’t freezing due to him turning his power down a few notches but it was still cold to the touch if anything it should numb some of the area near the skin reducing the pain and blood flow. A trick he picked up from his days in T.A.T. his thoughts wandered for a moment and he had a bad taste in his mouth. ”Doesn’t seem too deep.” he said his tone taking on one to match his thought process before he exhaled and looked up to the girl’s face with a smile he had to force.

”How about we get out of here? It seems one of my friends showed up before I got here I want to make sure her skin grows back before she disappears again. She has a habit of doing that.” Sam pointed towards the hallways where he exited before, ”Come on, can you walk?” Sam asked making sure there weren’t any hidden injuries.

Evelyn made a face as the nick-name slipped off the ice-mutant's tongue, and pushed her hair from her face, she flecks of blood making it clump awkwardly as she did. "It's Evelyn, Sam. Not Blondie." She said somewhat forcefully, but knew quite well he'd probably ignore it.

Reluctantly, she held out her arms for him to look at, and her face gave away a small bit of concern as she mentioned Jensen. "We had a...disagreement not too long ago. Kinda decided to have a chat with someone who decided they needed to take me on a trip to their little 'sanctuary'. He took a different job out of the city and he should be pretty far away by now." She hoped so, at least. The last thing she needed was him mixed up in all of this. She'd caused enough trouble as it was.

She watched Sam's face carefully, the echoes picking up on a difference in his behavior. She flinched slightly as he chilled the cuts, resisting the urge to rub the skin and warm it back up. "I was trying to walk home and a couple of mutants decided they wanted some human target practice... guess my parents made a reputation speaking out against mutants and the wrong person heard." She muttered, nodding outside the window at the cat girl. "Kid I grew up with. Didn't think I'd have her trying to claw my throat out a few years later."

She glanced around as they started towards the door. "There were a couple other mutants but looks like they might have taken off when help showed up... I'm fine, just scratched up is all." Evelyn remarked, following him out to where the other feline mutant she had heard was.

"You, on the other hand, look like you've seen better days." Her voice dropped a bit and she shot him a look out of the corner of her eye. "I don't think now is the time for it though." She finally decided, trying to ignore the dark shadows that seemed to be lurking around the edges of his actions. He was trying extra hard to be...normal. Part of her wished she believed he was.

Meanwhile, outside Sara couldn't help but let a small smile form across her face as she listened to the light joking banter that went on inside the building between Sam and the girl whom had been attacked. Apparently she was bleeding, but she had a sense of humor still about it. A sense of humor was always a good thing. The spirit was harder to heal than physical wounds... Speaking of witch...

Sara wiggled her fingers again. Her hand flexed and she made a fist, rotating her wrist. The burn on her arm was nearly closed and the sting from being burned was no longer there. She could hear the heart beats of the attackers that Sam and herself had put down for the count, so that meant that they would probably wake up.... eventually... probably

From around the corner, to Sara's right, a woman screamed. Making Sara's ears pin back against her head. There was a loud crash and Sara's hair on the back of her neck and shoulders got that prickly feeling it got when it stood on end. Lights flickered from around the corner first from a fire, and Sara was just about to call out to Sam to put it out, when the car was spun out from around the corner on it's hood. "Hey.. . ..Slick?..." A mutant whom looked like some odd mix between a guerrilla with large forearms and red curly hair lining to the edge of his fists, loped out heavily on his knuckles and a wolf, with sharp teeth and pointed ears followed the car out. He picked it up, flames coming up from the engine, and through it at a building where it's upside down hood lodged into the brick, making a hole the size of a crater, before it exploded and made an even bigger one.

It would have been nice if this mutant were the only problem, but fate just didn't like to deal those kinds of cards to Sara. The fact become more prevalent as the lights flickered from inside the buildings around Sara. Something snapped and crackled front around the corner like a whip with a lot of echoes. Sparks of light and lines of electricity came around the corner, followed by a young man who couldn't look like he was more than 23, wore a black hooded sweatshirt, and had a clear chip on his shoulder. He looked like a normal person, with and angry look in his eyes with two exceptions. Sparks of electricity kept erupting around him, and from inside his slaves, connected to his wrists, were two warped 15 foot appendages that moved and looked very much like water snakes would. Complete with their own sets of barbed teeth, and glowing eyes.

The two of them took one look at Sara, then down at their fallen friends. The larger of the two, stood to his full eight foot height, His red hair covered fists peat on his own braud chest, bellowing in anger. Then falling heavily forward on his knuckles. "That was a bad move, Kitten." teased the electric mutant. One hand held up in Sara's direction mocking her with a single wagging finger.

Sam ignored her comment about her name. He knew what her name was but still liked using ‘blondie’ mainly because he was still getting a reaction out of it. Maybe he should come up with something else that she’d like more or even less. Sam mentally shrugged for now deciding it was better to think about something like another time. Though anything to get his mind from his current thoughts and the riots might do him some good. ”Sorry to hear that.” was all Sam could think to say about her parting with Jensen. Though Sam was a little curious when Eve mentioned the Sanctuary.

Walking out into the hallway Sam tried to keep his pace slow just incase Eve was worse off than what she was demonstrating, no need to push her if there isn’t much of a need. Sam figured Sara would stick around for a few more minutes anyways if not to tease Sam at least long enough to make sure the other feline shifter, and the guy starting the fire didn’t get away. Sam knew Sara hated it but Sam was still working with the police and given the current circumstances he and the police could use all the help they could get.

When Eve mentioned him seeing better days Sam just arched an eyebrow and said nothing though with Eve’s powers he was pretty sure he was saying enough. Two things had him drained mentally and physically the most recent being the riots. ”No it isn’t a good time.” Sam said his forced smile fading into a straight laced expression.

It took another few moments before he pushed open the door and exited the building only to stop on the top step when he heard the tires screeching along with the rest of the commotion. Instantly he turned to the direction it was coming from and hopped down the rest of the stairs, ”I think we found your others.” was all he could say before he hopped down the rest of the stairs onto the pavement.

>>> "Hey.. . ..Slick?..."

”ON IT!” Sam said instinctively reacting to the flames and lifting his hand shooting out a jet of blue to dose the flames running closer to the fire ignoring the guys that created the fire. An Ape-man who looks more like a wolf and a guy with lighting whips. Great. ”Stay snowflake!” yelled Sam as he looked over his shoulder towards Eve hoping she would stay out of trouble.

Sara could hear Sam and ‘Blondie’ coming down and when she called for Sam, he was on his way faster. Immediately getting the message to hurry the hell up. Sam was at Sara’s side within a few moments and he had the fire out before, even Sara, could have gone to get a fire extinguisher.

”Stay snowflake!”

Sara glanced briefly over her shoulder for the person that Sam had been flirting with in the room above the street. However with the two other mutants looking formidably at Sam and herself, she didn’t waist that much time. There was the huge guerrilla like one who looked like he could have as much muscle as Pluto. Then the one with the electric snake like whips. Of course while Sam was running along the fire, that direction was generally closer to the other two mutants, so when the ape like mutant slammed his fists into the ground, ripping up concrete with the force from his fists, and digging in to launch himself forward into the rolling run of his, Sara took off too. Her clawed toes digging into the cement, kicking up gravel, and using her claws like cleats. She came in fast and low, and she passed just behind Sam, flicking his side with her tail.

The Ape like mutant saw her coming. He swung one meaty hand, and It’s club like arm. Sara was faster than his hands could swipe at her and she rolled to her side. She hadn’t touched him yet, but she had managed to throw him off balance. That huge arm was a lot to swing while having little to know stance to support it’s flying weight. Her feet tucked under herself when she came out of her roll and she aimed to launch herself back at the ape like mutant’s shoulder and head. A feline fist full of claws intended to take out the larger mutant’s eyes when a snake like whip wrapped it’s self around wrist with a crackle of sparking light. The snake like head snapped down on her arm and with a yank from sparky, she’d been pulled off of her course.

Sara growled with the pain. The ape like mutant had stumbled and tripped on his way to intercept Sam, but now so was Sara as for a few seconds, she fought to keep he balance, landing on one knee. The Sparky wrapped a hand around the extra whip like appendage and went to whip Sara into the side of a building, but she managed to hold onto the ground where she had landed. Even with him sending sparks up through the snake like whip that he held her with. For a heart beat or two, the two of them looked like they were simply playing a game of tug of war. However when he realized that he was getting no where with pulling her forward, he grit his teeth and send a higher voltage through the whip to Sara.

Mean while, the red haired ape like mutant had turned his full attention on Sam, trying to catch a hold of him. Maybe smack him against the wall and watch his pretty little brains spread like paint splatter.

If living in New York had taught her anything, it was that life had a way of throwing out encores. You escape one thief, another follows; defeat one monster, it just has to throw out another. So she shouldn't have been surprised when the second wave of attacks started.

Unfortunately, when cars started exploding and ape-wolf creates attacked, she felt the momentary bewilderment was allowable.

The buildings started to crackle with electricity, and a second figure came into view. Evelyn hesitated momentarily, trying to decide where the best place to take cover was. The building could get knocked down any minute if the fighting tumbled through the wrong support, and the electricity crawled along wires, making it a further deterrent. But standing in the open didn't seem like the smartest idea either. Her echoes scrambled for a good solution, when Sam ordered her to stay.

....Snowflake? ...

Suddenly, she felt like some type of tiny lap dog, being ordered to sit. Woof.

Concrete broke, bricks crumpled, and the alley groaned from the abuse. Evelyn stayed to the edge of the fighting, ready to scramble out of the way if need be. In the meantime, she felt useless in this battle, until her echoes started slowly giving feedback on the attackers. [Electric mutant. Primary source of electricity tendrils attached to body. Recommended: severing. Ape mutant. Strong, slower. Speed and agility recommended: unbalance.]

"Sam! Try to take out the snakes on Sparky--" She ducked to avoid a wayward jolt of electricity, moving behind the extinguished car. "Slow down the ape and focus on unbalancing him. Strength is centralized in his torso!" She didn't know if the information was redundant or helpful, but a snarl from the ape told her it was at least unwelcome input.