OOC: Continued on from Time Being

The alley way thinned out the further in he went it seemed the buildings were created on an angle for some reason it didn’t matter though there was no time to appreciate the architectural wonders that were created in Rome. No now was the time to run and then possibly hide. Brown eyes peered out from under the rim of the baseball cap he was breathing heavily now. Turning down another dark alleyway the young man ran, he couldn’t stop, he couldn’t turn around and go back the way he came either. It was clear he was running to a dead end.

Passing a garbage bin the smell of moldy cheese and fish caked the air in a putrid aroma that momentarily distracted the young man from his current situation. Off in the distance he heard footsteps they were quite but the splashing of someone walking through a puddle pushed his body back into gear he didn’t have time. He never had a chance. He could outrun, hide and gun almost anyone they decided to send after him except for 626. He was made of sterner stuff in fact he thought the guy went legit even started working in a school so why was he here and chasing him down?

The ground under the man’s feet rippled slightly as it pushed him forward giving him an extra boost in speed not that it was going to help any the walls were closing in on him figuratively and literally. The end of the alley was now visible and there was no way out. A curse formed under his breath and he slammed a fist into the brick walls that rippled under his force. He cursed again and exhaled and pushed his back against the wall as he felt his body slowly fusing with the surrounding wall. It was a painful process and he hated doing it but with this portion of his ability he was almost invisible and nearly silent it was why he was so skilled when it came to missions involving stealth.

He closed his eyes and felt his skin code over matching the red brick and he closed his eyes and held his breath. Waiting to see what was going to happen next for there was only one option wait or go back the way he came and the safest bet was to wait because he knew there was no way he’d be a match for Sam.

Now brick colored eyes gazed out hidden perfectly in the wall at Sam while his breathing was silent. Blend in that was all he had to do to survive he’d done it a million times before. Sam walked forward his movements somewhat forced like he wasn’t sure exactly what he was doing. Despite the chase that he had given the ice mancer’s breathing was calm and his face straight no emotion.

He was to well hidden, Sam turned now and a small exhale was let out it was quite but not quite enough. It became cold and in a short instant his skin colored from brick red to concrete gray matching the water stained pavement before his skin turned back to flesh colored. “Why? I thought you were don…” his breath escaped him and Sam stepped forward melting the icicle that was lodged in the man’s left lung.

It was a week after Unseen was killed, that was the only explanation as to why he didn’t return his call he always called him back let alone answered his call. Even if they were both laying low a simple phone call would have been easy enough. The streets were empty now, Paris despite all it’s beauty at night was somewhat empty in certain areas the park for example seemed to become silent as a graveyard after a certain hour except the faint sound of an orchestra playing in one of the gazebos. There was no actually playing but it was tuned into one of the classical radio stations, it was also one of the reasons why he liked walking the park at three in the morning.


The faint glow of the moon was obscured by a few of the clouds in the sky it was, however enough to light up a good portion of the park especially when there were lamp posts giving off an even lower yellowish white burn. The even in the poor lighting he could see the green of the trees and the color of the grass. It was peaceful, it was just the way he liked it. Even in the night it was still relatively warm. Bladesman wore a shirt and tie like he usually did. He always had the G-Man look to him that often demanded respect from those around him. Tonight was no different.

Shifting his gaze he looked on the path ahead and realized he made it to the center of the park now. He sighed and looked at his phone once more sad there was change in his predicament. Bladesman shivered slightly as a cool breeze licked the back of his neck. His hairs stood on end. He stopped walking his eyes already looking about as another breeze rushed by. He put his phone in his pocket already suspicious of the sudden gusts of wind on such a calm night.

Breathing out and he could see his breath, the hairs on the back of his neck were now practically shaking on end and he turned his gaze slightly to see a shadow on the grass about three yards off. “Really, Sam?” it had to be him there wasn’t anyone else that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end, not like this. Bladesman turned his body his tie flowing back and forth. He frowned and looked to a lamppost where the lamplight flickered as it started to become covered in frost.

Bladesman was somewhat surprised in Sam’s appearance he looked tired exhausted even, like he had been running on fumes for a few weeks. The eye patch was a nice touch, he thought the pirate look suited Sam. “So what, you here to take me in as well? Well easier said than done!” Bladesman turned and his hand shot open and with a quick movement a mid-size blade was revealed forcing its way from his white sleeve. He lifted it and pointed it at Sam, “It was nice knowing you kid! We both know how this will end.” he took a step forward and stopped when Sam lifted his own hand. Bladesman wasn’t afraid he was just being cautious; Sam’s abilities were often unpredictable much like the mutant who commands them. One second he could form some ice armor the next the entire ground was slicked over in that field of ice that he often put up when they used to practice.

The ice mutant’s power activated and the air in front of him shimmered as ice formed. Within seconds a crystal blue blade was formed similar to a katana. Bladesman laughed at the crafting ability of the mutant, “Really cross blades with me? You?” he laughed again and ran forward their blades crossed with a clang drowning out the orchestra music in the background. Bladesman pushed in further with his sword and took a step forward. His blade cut into Sam’s and then it was slowly forced out as the ice shaped sword repaired itself. He swung again and again and again.

With each step and swing Sam dodged blocked and evaded with superior speed and power. Bladesman frowned and tried using Sam’s handicap against him. Swinging towards his left eye Bladesman grinned and was sure he managed to land the strike but to his dismay he missed Sam ducked and placed his hand on the ground as ice started to form under their feet. ‘Great’ thought the Bladesman as he took a step backs almost losing his footing. A sudden flurry of snow started to fall about the area as well.

His vision was starting to be as obscured as the moon was behind the clouds. He frowned more when Sam seemed to vanish in the snow. Bladesman raised his free hand as another blade shot out from his sleeve. It wasn’t often he was forced to dual wield but he was capable and given the circumstances he didn’t have much of a choice.

The green peaceful park that he had once come to love was now a winter storm, he could barley see but he could still hear. Other than the snow hitting his ears he could also here someone approaching from behind. There was a crunch of ice and Bladesman turned and thrusted with both swords. They met their target and he lifted. “Sorry Sam looks like I avenged Unseen…” he paused and looked at the figure as the snow stopped falling around them. The figure before him was pure ice. He frowned as the ice figure leaned forward and held his hands steady. “Shi-t!” was all he could say as Sam approached from behind and thrusted his own ice sword into his body.

Bladesman took a step back and then everything went dark, “How? I’m better…” he said before he collapsed and passed out.