Chris pulled up the hood and shoved his hands into his jumpers pockets. He was thinking about the days events when he felt a bit of paper in his pocket. It was a list of shopping his mum wanted him to get. He turned around and headed into the nearest supermarket.
Paying with a 5 dollar note disguised as a 20 he grabbed his stuff and left. His feet carried him through the streets as he check he had everything. little later Chris stuffed the note and looked up. Wait, this wasn't his street, it was a dead end of some other dodgy road. The bigger problem was the group of 5 thugs that now stood in his way. "Great" he muttered. He placed his shopping down and pulled out his wallet. "Here, now can I go?"
One of the 5 whispered in the leaders ear. Whatever was said made the leader smile. "Your right, this is great. Great that we finally found the little f****t that destroyed our ride's windows."
The wallet fell to the ground as Chris turned on the spot and ran to the end of the alley. He jumped and wedged his fingers into the cracks and began to climb. He got about 1 foot before the leader jumped up and grabbed his leg. There was a brief moment where Chris thought he may be able to escape. The the leader pulled and he fell to the ground. Chris curled up and waited for the pain to begin.

[OOC: I'm going to pretend this happened before the airport incident, if that's okay for you, because otherwise it gets confusing. Feel free to change it to Chris recognizing Danny from the airport if you want, though, because I can blame Danny's bad memory for everything.]

Now, Danny was well-known for being a bystander. In fact, he was essentially the very embodiment of a bystander. He usually didn't intervene, because after all, it was mostly irrelevant to him anyway. So he was going to walk past the mugging going on without intervening, except.

"Great that we finally found the little f****t that destroyed our ride's windows."

Danny froze, and turned around very slowly. The leader of the gang had just grabbed the kid's leg and pulled him down, and seemed as if he was going to start attacking.

"Excuse me?" Danny growled, stalking over to the group in a righteous fury. He seized the leader, grabbing him by the back of his clothes and tossing him at the other alley wall with strength that it didn't seem like his wiry frame had. He then proceeded to kick the leader in the crotch, before following up with a beating ironically similar to the one they were likely about to give to the kid. "How does it feel to get your ass kicked by a f****t, hmm?" Technically, he was bisexual. But that was irrelevant.

[OOC: That works for me.]


Chris heard a whoosh followed by the sounds of a very angry person beating up what he suspected was the leader. His head, and indeed his whole body hurt from being yanked off a wall from a height of two meters. Compared to the sounds though, it was nothing compared to what the thug was feeling.

The other thugs stood shocked for a moment before their faces curled into snarls. If he were not on the floor next to them Chris would have laughed at the synchronisation. Then he wasn't on the floor as two of the thugs picked him up and held him against the wall.The third guy procured a knife and pointed it at Chris. Obviously this was where things went downhill for him.

The rescuer finished his beating and spoke, "How does it feel to get your ass kicked by a f****t, hmm?" Crap, this group of thugs called everyone they mugged a f****t, problem was now that their leader had been beaten up by another gay person, they've realised that actually this time they are right. Add in the fact that his mum is rather homophobic and you have a rather large problem. He would not be surprised if she kicked him out.
"Hey, hey!" The last thug shouted "I don't take kindly to my friend getting beaten up, especially by a gay like you." He paused and gestured to the two holding Chris. "Unless you want us to hurt your gay friend there why don't you give up, hand over your money and get the f**k out of here?"

Chris dimly heard the thugs talking but his mind was trying to work out how to stop his mum finding out. Scary thing was that he was stuck on one solution. Kill them.

The leader of the group was nearly unconscious by now, and Danny finished him off with a swift kick to the head. He'd probably be too concussed to remember anything, so he got to live. For now.

"Hey, hey! I don't take kindly to my friend getting beaten up, especially by a gay like you. Unless you want us to hurt your gay friend there why don't you give up, hand over your money and get the f**k out of here?"

"Oh, you got a problem with gays, do you?" Danny growled, turning around, as he took out his own knife and started spinning it in his fingers. He grinned at them in an almost feral manner - he'd probably have to kill them all so they wouldn't take revenge on the kid, but nothing like a few murders to start a day. They deserved to die, after all. "Mine is bigger than yours." And yes. He went there.

Two of them were currently holding the kid, though, and that was a problem. So Danny, in one swift movement, seized the knife by its handle and threw it at exactly where the head of one of the thugs holding the kid should be. It had lodged into something, at the very least, but Danny didn't see exactly where. He was too busy swiping out the legs of the thug nearest him - the one who had last spoken - and grabbing him by the throat with his left hand, the gauntleted one. He stared almost apathetically at the man, shoving him up the wall by his throat. "Tell your men to let him go or you're dead," Danny snarled. "Not many people get to experience 100 volts at 15 milliamperes. For those of you uneducated in science, that means you're either dead or left with horrible, horrible electrical burns on your throat. So tell your men to let. Him. Go." He was kind of bluffing on that one - it was actually five more milliamperes to kill. This would probably just leave him with the aforementioned electrical burns, but Danny was counting on a common street thug not being educated enough to tell the difference.

The next few moments were a blur. Probably because one of the two holding Chris suddenly sprouted a knife in his face, framed with lovely red blood.
The last thug that was not dead, at gauntlet point or otherwise immobile reacted by stepping way from the body of his former partner-in-crime and looked at the other survivor.
"F**k. You" he said slowly.
"Lets go." he told his companion."This was a mistake to start with, I bet the f*g doesn't even have any money. Both of them." He walked towards the exit, obviously not caring if the other followed, or was able to follow.

Chris blinked. He had no other response. The thought of killing them fled his mind when it actually happened. He walked forward and looked at his rescuer. "Umm. T-thanks." Hopefully that was sufficient. Not a good idea to annoy the one that just killed someone else.

The last thug was leaving his so-called friend behind, and Danny rolled his eyes, drawing a second knife from inside his jacket. It had been a buy-one-get-one free sale, okay? So he had bought six. Most of which he carried on him at all times. This one he threw at the retreating back of the man, and then he turned his attention back to the one he had by the throat. He lifted that one off the wall, then slamming him back against it with an incredible amount of force. The guy was now either dead, concussed, or brain-damaged - Danny didn't particularly care which one of the three it was. He let go of him, letting the unconscious body slump to the floor of the alley.

Behind him, he tensed when he heard somebody come up to him - he turned around, and relaxed when he saw it was the kid he had saved. "Umm. T-thanks."

Danny just looked him over for a moment, only just now realizing that it probably wouldn't be the best idea to admit that he had only stepped in because of the thugs' choice wording, and otherwise would have just walked on by. Instead, he said rather gruffly, "Try not to piss off gang members, will you? Stupid thing to do, and then I have to kill them. Speaking of which, may want to get any trace of you off these people. When the police come, they'll be free to go ahead and arrest you, but I'll be off scot-free."

...dammit, that sounded like he was bribing police officials. Oh well. Added to his badass factor, nonetheless.

Chris looked at the guy in disbelief. How many knives did he carry? One was normal, the length was on the large side but two of them! Probably more based on the sounds. He took a deep breath and counted to ten. This guy wasn't going to kill him just after rescuing him.


Chris looked at the five sprawled about the lane, either dead or almost so. " Try not to piss off gang members, will you? Stupid thing to do, and then I have to kill them." He laughed, "That's not an easy task when you are both gay and a mutant. Double minority that's me." Hopefully he wouldn't notice the tremor of fear in his voice.

There didn't appear to be anything of his on or near the men bar his money and shopping. He picked up his money off the floor and faced the corner his shopping was on. It was a mess, the last thug had fallen on it and knocked over the bags. Sighing he salvaged what he could and binned the rest in a nearby dumpster. Hopefully he wouldn't get mugged again.That would annoy him. Just before he walked out he turned and spoke to the crazy killing knife rescuer. "Is what you said true?"

"That's not an easy task when you are both gay and a mutant. Double minority that's me."

Danny frowned. That was not the best way to live, and it wasn't one that he was particularly used to - he normally didn't interact romantically with either guys or girls, and his mutation was rather good at making sure no one knew about it, considering most witnesses would be dead. But hey, would you look at that. A fellow mutant.

Said mutant started to go around, gathering his stuff. Leaving more DNA, actually, but Danny only sighed internally, deciding he'd clean up later. The other kid finished, and was about to leave, before turning around to face Danny.

"Is what you said true?" Danny raised an eyebrow.

"About not being able to get caught? Yeah, I'm a mutant too, and technically one over two hundred years old. That's before the era of DNA testing and that fingerprint stuff, so I technically don't exist." This seemed like a good time to ask the question hovering in Danny's mind. "You said you're a mutant. What can you do?" A little bit blunt, but he was curious. It didn't seem like a super obvious one, and it sure didn't help when fighting those thugs.

"It's useful for everyday stuff but in a fight I may as well have it. Normally I can get away, I'm good at the whole climbing/street parkour thing. The best way to demonstrate my power is to show you." Chris grabbed fished out a dollar bill and placed his hand over the nearest patch of graffiti. Slowly they began to swap appearances, the bill looking like someone had gone mad with a mini spray can. "I swap attributes of things, like the color or elasticity. Anything living or dead though is useless to me or I would have turned them solid."

He paused and blushed slightly still facing the wall, this next bit was not something he liked to talk about.
"Um... Actually what I was talking about was what you said to the thugs. You know about... Not being straight..." Chris trailed off into silence. He had only really realised he was gay a few months ago and he was still coming to terms with it. "What's life like, I mean, do you get a lot of hate and stuff?" he asked, turning towards the other guy. Here he trailed off again, still unsure of how to approach it.

"It's useful for everyday stuff but in a fight I may as well have it. Normally I can get away, I'm good at the whole climbing/street parkour thing. The best way to demonstrate my power is to show you. I swap attributes of things, like the color or elasticity. Anything living or dead though is useless to me or I would have turned them solid." Danny stared as the kid made a dollar bill look as if some drunken hippie had painted it, and the graffiti the dull green of a dollar bill.

That was honestly the most useless ability he had seen yet. Sure, exploding when dying was inconvenient at times, but at others - considering his less-than-calm lifestyle - it was just what he needed. Making things different colors? Yeah, useless no matter the situation.

"Um... Actually what I was talking about was what you said to the thugs. You know about... Not being straight..." The kid trailed off awkwardly, and Danny looked at him expectantly. Not quite the question he would ask a guy who just slaughtered a bunch of muggers, but to every man his own. "What's life like, I mean, do you get a lot of hate and stuff?"

"Well, I don't exactly go around broadcasting that, do I?" Danny replied, shrugging. "I'm bisexual. So I'm into girls and guys. I don't particularly broadcast that, though - hard to have a stable relationship when you die on an almost daily basis. If you don't make it super obvious, then there's no point in people bothering you." Once again, not what he'd ask, but he wasn't going to be a complete asshole and walk off on somebody clearly going through a crisis of some sort.

Jon was sitting in his apartment staring out the window that faced an alleyway. He could see the mugging going on from the small window in his studio apartment. I should probably help. Jon thought about it for a moment, but before he could make a decision he saw another guy come in and save the day. Jon opened his window to listen to what they were saying. He gathered from their conversation, the men were either bisexual or gay. This wasn't a problem for Jon because he had many gay friends and was rather experimental himself. Since the apartment was so high up, he couldn't see the men's faces. Just their figures. He saw one man lying on the ground unconscious from the beating he had just endured. I will have to clean that up later, Jon thought to himself. The police didn't patrol this area very often, but when they did it seemed they always found something suspicious. They loved to question the entire building about what ever the said incident was about. Being awkward as he was, Jon was always really nervous in these situations. So he found it worked better for him if he cleaned up other's crimes. He waited for the men to stop talking and walk away. 

Chris blushed and figured that the serious side of this had gone on long enough and tried to make light of the whole thing. "Well thank you for helping me here and I guess I owe you one in future." The sudden change in his voice and manner would be obvious but he didn't really care.

"I would ask for your name but I think that I would be better off not knowing it, based on your dispatching of the goons'
Chris turned to walk off this had gone on for long enough probably and he doubted that it was standard to talk to the creepy murderer guy with the knives.

"Well thank you for helping me here and I guess I owe you one in future." Okay. Clearly this kid was no longer in the mood for a mature conversation, and preferred to leave the scene of the crime ASAP. No big deal, Danny needed time to dispose of the bodies anyway. "I would ask for your name but I think that I would be better off not knowing it, based on your dispatching of the goons." Right on that note as well. The kid turned to leave, and Danny made no move to stop him, knowing that there was really no point in holding him back. But then something registered in his mind. He'd heard a noise about a minute ago, but had dismissed it as some generic New York background noise. But only now did the sound register in his mind.

A window.

"Somebody's listening," Danny muttered very quietly, so much so that the kid could only hear him if he strained to do so. But the mutant's immediate next step was to look up - and was rewarded with the sight of somebody else peering out the window at them. Well, lovely. A witness. The question now was, now what?

"Hello," Danny called out cautiously, unsure of what else to say. This could end badly or well, and most of the time, encounters with murder witnesses did not end well, so he sure wasn't getting his hopes up.

"Frick!" Jon exclaimed. He was not trying to be seen. Quickly he shielded his face from view with a flick of the wrist and some water he had lying around. It wouldn't complete conceal his identity, but he knew the stranger would be unable to make out all of his features. He watched the one walk away and wondered why this one had stayed. 

"Are you going to clean up your mess?" Jon called out cautiously.  The water shielding his face disrupted the sound waves he was creating with his voice, making his voice sound as if he were talking underwater. He didn't want the stranger to try to kill him as well. "I can help if you need."

Jon pulled the water from a nearby tub and used his mind to push it out of the window onto the street. He ran the water against the blood on the pavement washing it away. He then retracted the bloody water leaving only the body behind. He was unable to tell if it was dead or unconscious.