Destiny has a Wretched Sense of Humor [closed]

OOC: First history thread between Talon and Glare.
Disclaimer: Because this is before the whole Beth saga, Zeke is far more outgoing and less cautious than he is now... therefore the following is the Zeke who was, not the Zeke who is.


Two Years Ago
England

The streets were overly crowded and Zeke tended to like crowds. His outgoing nature tended itself to the oversized groups of people that bustled along the sidewalks, headed for their next destination. Zeke himself just stood there and took it in. Studying abroad had been his idea, his only way to get away from the danger of home, the danger of Shma. Although he knew the man's reach was international, he also knew that the man who would just be glad to have Zeke out of his hair, and probably wouldn't give the boy a second thought. Zeke wanted it that way, and was cheered by the thought that it could stay this way.

Or could it? He knew inevitably that he would have to go back, that he would never truly be free until Shma had been dealt with. The man was far too concerned with Zeke to just let him go forever. Temporarily, he might think the break was good, but ultimately it would all come back to the beginning. One or the other would be in trouble... or probably both.

After all, Shma was a millionaire and Zeke was a mutant. They both had their means of attack and defense. And the war hadn't even begun...

Stop it... just have fun. His carefree nature took over once again as he pushed those hurtful thoughts from his mind. Instead, like always, he would turn to having a good time, and that meant having a drink. The legal age was eighteen for his country, and this country, so he was okay at the ripe age of twenty. He made a beeline through the crowds, using his superb maneuvering skills, and reached the bar not a moment sooner than he thought he would. As always, it was scotch on the rocks, and minutes later he walked out of the bar feeling even better than he had before walking in.

One drink hadn't done too much to him. In fact, drinks even in strong quantities never phased him. Zeke and alcohol were a force that worked together, never competed.

He decided next to go to a museum. He had heard that the museums in this country were especially interesting, so being a a religious and historical scholar, he chose to drop in on one and check it out. The nearest one he saw a museum for arts and music, and it seemed as good as any other.

He walked briskly up the steps and let the smell of new plastic and glass infiltrate his senses as he stepped through the rotating door. He loved that smell. It took him back to his first action figure. He had loved fighting as a child, now he just liked to finish things before they started. He never liked to wait around. Patience was not his string point, but a level head in personally-aimed adversity was.

The first exhibit he came to was a study of the history of music, and several archaic instruments were on display. Certainly interesting, but Zeke would enjoy it more if he actually heard the instruments played. He decided to move on and see if he could hear some music in this building.

As he began to walk toward some stairs leading to the second level, he unwittingly barreled into a girl who was examining one of the exhibits. She fell to the ground, caught off her guard. Zeke stopped instantly, feeling awful about not looking where he was going.

She was average height and wore tall boots. He hair was a bright white blonde and as Zeke reached a hand down to her to help her up, he noticed her deep green eyes. Her face was beautiful. In fact, Zeke couldn't think of a girl he had ever met that was as beautiful as she. He lifted her up, speaking up with an apology, "I'm so sorry, I didn't see you there..." The startle is his voice was due to far more than the shock of the collision.