(Continued from Canada the land of the moose)

It took two days for Streak to get into Mexico. While he was heading through America towards Mexico he stopped in Texas to see how his family was doing. He even stopped by the house and saw that his parents were home. His brothers were also home at the time. "I wonder what they would do if I showed up at their door step." He said aloud. He was standing near the entrance of his parents driveway there was no one around and his family couldn't see him from the house. "Well, I might as well give it a try." As he said this he began walking down the drive toward his parents house. He reached the door and they were still eating their food. Streak had already finished eating his meal of moose meat managed to find some fruit to eat.

He paused at the door. He slowly raised his hand to knock on the solid oak door. Streak raised his hand directly in front of his face to knock on the door. He saw silver and remembered the reason he was thrown out of his house. In truth Streak had forgotten he looked like this, since he'd been like this for such a long time on his trip. He knocked hard on the door and waited for one of them to answer. He retracted the silver so that he was Shawn again. It took a few minutes before anyone answered the door. His oldest brother answered the door. He was shocked to say the least. His jaw dropped visibly and he stood there unable to say anything for a minute. Shawn and Mike started at each other until he regained from the shock of seeing his younger brother. It had been almost twenty years since he'd seen Shawn and Shawn was all grown up and had scars to prove it.

"H..Hi...Um, ha. Hi. Haven't seen you in a while." Mike said to Shawn. He was about to get his parents when Shawn said, "Wait. Don't get the parents. C...Can I come in?" This question sounded so awkward to him but it had to be asked. This question snapped Mike out of his trance. "Ya. Come on in man. This is your house to." "Or at least it was. Years ago." Streak said a little somberly. He was still a little resentful towards his parents kicking him out of the house when he was so young. "Relax man. They'll all e happy to see you. By the way. Glad to have you back." "I'm not back. I just thought I'd stop by." As Shawn said this last part a voice rang out through the house.

(takes place in mid Mar.-Apr. (Spring Break time))

"Mike! Who is it? His mom yelled out from the kitchen.They walked through the house. Things hadn't changed much. His parents still had pictures of Shawn around the house, only there were more pictures of his brothers and other family events they were at. Streak paused looking at the pictures. He smiled sadly, picking up a picture, his brother said walking over to him, "Hey don't worry about that. Mom and dad thought about you the entire time we were on those trips or on those at a family reunion, they were bombarded with question about where you were." Footsteps could be heard coming down the hallway towards where they were standing. Streak put the picture he was holding down where he got it from and started walking down the hallway with his brother. Mike led the way so that he could introduce Shawn to his family.

"Mom? Can you go sit back down I'll be right there." "Okay, but who's at the door?" His mom asked Mike as she turned back around to sit down. Mike and Streak continued to walk down the hallway. His mom still hadn't seen Shawn yet.He was getting nervous every step closer he took. Mike appeared in the dinning room and announced Shawn like he was a king or prince from a different country. Shawn stood just out of everyone's view. "Ladies and gentlemen, Madam's et Monsieur's. I would like to introduce someone who has been missing for quite some time. Someone who not only was shunned from the family but was thrown out. The prodigal son has returned. I give you Shawn Quincy. Shawn walked around the corner into their view and just like Mike's first reaction when he saw Shawn their jaws dropped. A few falling pieces of silverware could be heard hitting the plates. They all seemed to regain themselves at about the same time. His mother stood up and rushed at him, embracing him in a hug. His father stood up and walked out of the room. He had made it very clear that he didn't want Shawn back in their lives ever.

James stood up and came over to Shawn. "Wow, lil' bro. You've certainly grown up. Streak had to pry his mother off of him. She had started to cry from happiness. James walked around Streak sizing him up and taking not of his appearance. Everyone seemed accepting. Everyone that is except his father who had disappeared. Shawn was smiling and genuinely happy being around his family for the first time in almost two decades. His mom started to bombard him with questions fast er than Shawn could understand them. "Shawn, did...did you...ya know. Go to the camps ten years ago? Shawn's mom asked him hesitantly. Streak's eyes seemed to hollow out. His voice was dark and boding. "Ya. I did. And it's f***ked me up since getting out. That's where all these scars came from." He pointed to the scars on his face, arm, and back. His family recoiled at the sight of his scars. "Let's not talk about that. It's not pleasant memories." "We understand. We really missed you. Why didn't you come back sooner?" "I'm not back. I'm just here to see how y'all are doing and y'all seem to be doin' great without me." Just then his father walked back in the room. "I thought I told you not to come back here." He said bringing his hunting shotgun out in front of him and pointing it at Shawn's face. "Wait. Wait. Shawn's not a mutant anymore. Look at him. Are you?" Shawn's mom looked at Streak to confirm her statement but of course Streak was not going to.

"Yes I am. Do you think. That I would go through all this..." he was getting angry. He pointed at his scars again, only thins time with a silver hand, as the silver was creeping back over Streaks body. Streak was in complete control over his powers but he wasn't going to let them hurt any more than they already had. He continued as if nothing was happening, when in actuality he was getting covered by his powers, "and then become a lousy human again? No no no no." He scoffed a little. "I am proud of what I am. I am Silver Streak. And as Silver Streak I have learned that I can do anything. I can beat anyone. I am more powerful than you could have ever imagined that little boy, whom you threw out of your house all those years ago." Streak was furious now. If he controlled fire he was sure his eyes would be burning. He continued his rant, "I show up here at your house. You were wrong, Mike. This is not my house. My house is in New York. Where other mutants respect me. Where even humans respect me, because they know what I can do. But don't worry y'all don't need to fear me. No. No no no no no no no no no no. Don't fear me. Know that I am better than all of you. I come here looking for, not acceptance, not a 'welcome back Shawn make yourself at home.' No I knew better than that. I knew yo y'all wouldn't accept me back. I knew you wouldn't want me here. You may put on a happy face pretending you're happy I'm here. At least he's not lying to me.

He indicated to his dad who was holding the gun to him. "Shawn that's enough. Honey put the gun down. Shawn we are glad you came here." She wasn't sure what to say. Streak started to walk away back to the door to leave. "I can see now that this was a huge mistake.""Hey don't you turn your back on your mother." Streak rounded on his dad "Oh right like you've never turned your back on anyone. Like oh, I don't know, ME! His dad cocked the gun as Shawn started to turn around again to leave. Streak quickly created a knife, spun around, and threw it right into the wall over his dad's shoulder. Everyone was stunned. Even his father couldn't believe what had happened. "Good luck getting that out. Oh, and the next time I show up I'll remove the knife and hopefully you'll be more open to having a mutant as a son." Streak said over his shoulder. That was the last time he would ever show up there. Or so he hoped. Streak took off heading south. He was hoping to get as far away from them as he could. He settled down somewhere in Mexico for the night.

Streak was so angry at his parents that he didn't sleep well that night. Once the sun rose, so did Streak. He found that he was just a few miles south of the border and in the desert. The dew was starting to settle on the ground and the plant life that was there. He'd done his research before leaving the mansion and knew all the places he wanted to go to. He headed east towards the Gulf of Mexico. Streak knew that it would lead him to resorts and other vacation spots that he could hit. It was looking to be a great time to visit Mexico.

Streak was a little behind his made up schedule, but not by much. He ended up in the city of Ciudad Victoria. Once he figured out where he was he continued at a more south eastern direction. His destination was farther south and right on the edge of the ocean. The silver man didn't reach the city of Tampico until nightfall. Ironically that was the exact time he wanted to be there. He went into a clothing store and stole some clothes. These clothes would be the only ones he would need while spending his time in Mexico. Streak walked through the middle of the town looking for the bars. Living so close to Mexico he was familiar with the rumors that of the drinking age. He no sooner walked into a bar, that didn't ask for an ID, than did he find gorgeous women all over the place.

Some were obviously well under the legal drinking age and would have never been let into a bar in the U.S., but Streak wasn't here to judge. He was here to have fun..He walked up to the bar and ordered a drink. "I'll take a beer. How about a bud Light?" Streak asked the bartender. "We have that." the bartender said in in broken English. The music was playing a little loud but he didn't mind. He took the beer and looked around the room. There were definitely a lot more women than men in the place. That was a good thing. That meant there were enough girls to go around. After downing his beer he move out on to the dance floor. Moving through the room was no easy task. The dance floor was packed with enough people who were mostly focused on the people they were dancing with.

Streak was making his way through the crowd and noticed two particularly attractive girls. They happened to be dancing with each other and didn't have any guys around them. One had long blond hair and was wearing a low cut blue spaghetti strap top, with a very short skirt that barely covered enough of her lower body. The other girl had shorter brown curly hair, a shirt that stopped just below her swim suit, and cut off short blue jeans. Shawn caught the blonds attention and she waved him over. The two girls moved a little to make room for him to join in their group.

Shawn hadn't bothered to make a room reservation. He was here for a good time, and considering what he had happened with his family he needed to blow off some steam and forget about what had happened. He finally got to where the girls were dancing. They were a lot more attractive up close. He didn't plan on leaving the bar alone. He started dancing with the girls. They seemed pretty into him, but he wasn't sure because they could have just as easily been drunk. Streak started to get into the music with the girls helping him along the way. Pretty soon he was dancing as best he could. He never pretended to be that great a dancer but it always seemed to keep the girls attention. It definitely worked this time. The girls he was dancing with 'helped' him feel the beat better. After a while of dancing he said to the blond girl in front of him, "You want a drink?" She smelled good. her perfume wasn't to over powering and he could also smell a little alcohol on her breath when she turned her head and responded to him, "Sure let's go. She took his hand as she led him towards the bar. The brunette followed and Shawn grabbed her hand as well so that they made a little train up to the bartender. "I'll take a Bud Light, and for the girls." He said looking at them both in turn."We'll have two martini's, one with extra olives.

So they drink martini's that's interesting. Streak thought as he took a sip of his beer. "So. What's y'alls names? He asked the girls. Shawn took another sip of his beer. "I'm Samantha." The blond said to him. He turned to the the brunette as she piped up, "My names Melissa." He shook both their hands in turn and said "Names Shawn." The blond was more attractive than the brunette but he wasn't going to judge. They made small chat while they drank. He learned that the girls were here together and had a room just down the street maybe a block or so from the bar. He told them that he had just gotten here only a few hours ago, which couldn't be any farther from the truth. He also told them that he hadn't made checked into his room yet. While that was true it was also also a lie because he knew full well that he didn't have a reservation. After finishing their drinks they made their way back out to the dance floor.

After dancing for hours, and drinking for hours, Streak looked at the clock. It was 2 o'clock. People started to thin out on the dance floor. People were starting to leave and the bartender started to make the last call for the night. Shawn ordered Samantha and Melissa a couple shots of Jack and two more Martini's. He himself joined them in having shots and had a coke and rum. They just finished their drinks when the bartender said, "It's closing time. You need to leave." "Okay. Let's go gals. Shawn said to the bartender in reply. He looked back at the girls and said, "So. Why don't we go back to y'alls place. After having probably close to a dozen different drinks and the girls having easily as many, if not more since they had been there before him. The three of them stumbled out the door and started to walk down the road to the girls hotel room.

Streak had both arms around the girls. Once they reached the hotel they staggered through the automatic opening doors. Since they were so drunk they were laughing at pretty much everything, even if it wasn't funny. The receptionist behind the counter noticed the three and promptly dismissed them. Apparently it happened all the time. They went up to the girls room and after having more fun than they did dancing, they all went to sleep. Streak woke up the next day with the sun shining on his face through the window. The two girls were still sleeping on either side of him. He yawned deeply, rolled over and went back to sleep. The girls were still just as beautiful even now in the morning. After they wake up later that day they all went out for breakfast. They spent the day together and the night. In the morning Streak left before they woke up. He told them that he had a flight to catch early the next day, so neither of the girls were surprised when he they woke up and he wasn't there. Streak did, however, leave the clothes behind. As he continued his trip south.

Streak continued to fly at a more south-easterly path. He followed the coastline for the most part but eventually he flew out over the ocean. Streak flew on past the different areas of the sea, passing reefs, oil rigs, and even buzzed the calm ocean surface. While he was flying close to the surface of the water he dragged his feet in the water. His unique appearance triggered the curiosity of some of the animals. A school of dolphins decided to play with him. They were fast, that's true, but they were jumping and clicking at him, doing tricks and one even bumped into him. The one that bumped into him knocked him off balance and Streak went tumbling head over heals into the water, like he'd just fallen off his water skis. The silver man ended up drinking a lot of salt water, which made him dry heave a few times until he got it all out.

"Oh, man I hate the taste of salt water. Yuckk!" Streak said to the dolphins where were still around him. He was treading water the entire time Some of the dolphins were curious about the silver creature thy just saw skimming above the water at high speeds. They bumped against him and made clicking sounds all around him. He couldn't help but pet the dolphins and talk to them like they were people. "Ya know falling at high speeds hurts." Streak held one of the dolphins head in his hands. Their skin was actually kind of soft. They really were intelligent. Another dolphin came up to him and caught him under the arm so that he didn't have to tread water.They took turns supporting him like he was an injured dolphin. Streak could only laugh at they what they were treating him. "I guess y'all think I'm one of you because of the color of my skin, huh? The dolphins followed with the appropriate clicks and whistles. Streak obviously didn't understand anything they were saying so he just smiled and laughed at them.

"Well, I've got to go. You're welcome to come along if y'all like." He said to them. He removed his arms from around the dolphins and concentrated on flying. Streak shot straight up out of the water and high into the air. Once he was sure he was in control he slew back down to where the dolphins were still waiting. He began flying in the direction from which he was headed. Once again Streak was skimming the water, only this time he was playing with the dolphins. They were jumping and having fun all around him. He decided to join in. Streak started flying through the water and every once in a while he would fly out of the water like he was jumping with the dolphins. Streak could have passed for a deformed dolphin but he was enjoying the entire time they were playing. After a while the dolphins dropped back and he guessed it was because they were tired. He continued to fly along the water passing deep sea fishing boats, Coast Guard boats on patrol and more oil rigs that were drilling.

Streak was flying much faster now that he wasn't playing with the dolphins anymore. He buzzed much closer to the Coast Guard boat than he meant to. The rush of wind that was following behind Streak was enough to set the boat rocking side to side. It was not something Streak would have done intentionally, because he didn't want to get anyone injured by accident. He looked back to see what was going on with the ship and he heard sirens and alarms going off. The slowed down and looked back as they sent out a smaller boat that started to gain on Streak fast. The silver man could see that they were carrying guns and the bigger boat was starting to push full speed to catch with him. They also sent out a helicopter. The helo made much better time than any of the boats.

Streak made a run for it. The helo was fast and it made for a good chase. Over the rush of wind and the helicopter rotor blades noise Streak could hear a voice on a megaphone. "This is the United States Coast Guard. Stop your vessel now and we will not shoot you. I repeat. Stop your vessel now." Streak had no intention of stopping mainly because he had not vessel, but also because he had people to do, things to see, and places to go. Streak started flying directly south. The Coast Guard pursued the silver man. As long as he got close to land of another country they couldn't follow him. In fact Streak was just north of the Yucatan Peninsula, which is right where he wanted to be. He flew into the Caribbean Sea and headed towards land. The closest land was a tiny island. The Coast Guard Helo was in full pursuit. Streak could just barely see the outline of the northern most edge of island. Streak put on the after burners and thought he would put the helo through it's paces. The helo sped up and Silver was now flying at a height that made the people in the boat realize he wasn't in a vessel. The helo was keeping pace fairly well, although it was behind him it seemed to be keeping up.

Silver zigged and zagged. The helo was drawing closer. They opened their hatch door and pulled out a big machine gun. He later learned that they were using a M240 that fires a 7.62mm bullet. They gave Streak another warning to stop, which he ignored fully and continued to fly along. Then they started shooting at him. bam bam bam bam bam bam bam bam bam The machine gun rattled off rounds like it was nothing. All the shots missed STreak, so they tried again. bam bam bam bam bam bam bam bam bam This time one of the bullets hit Streak in his arm. The silver man clutched his arm as blood started to trickle between his fingers. He quickly covered it with silver to stop the bleeding and continued to fly lower and closer to the water. The island was getting bigger every second Streak flew towards it. By now he could see people surfing and swimming and lying on the beach. The Coast Guard broke off their pursuit of the silver man because he was to close to civilians. He looked back to see the flying away back to the bigger boat. Streak fell the rest of the way to the into the water and swam the rest of the way to the beach. As he got closer to all the people swimming in the water he retracted his powers. Once on land Streak moved through the crowds gripping his shoulder. He ignored most of the stares he got and found a pretty secluded part of the beach where he could tend to his wound.

Once Streak tended to his wound he deserted the beach and went to find a pair of swimming trunks. He found a pair, put them on and walked out of the changing room and back onto the street. After finding another place to that looked friendly enough to accommodate a person who looked incredibly lost. Shawn walked into a gas station and to the person behind the cash register. "Excuse me sir." Shawn said toe the guy behind the desk. "This may sound like a stupid question but. Where am I?" "Are you that drunk you can't remember where you are? Maybe you shouldn't be here buying alcohol." the kid behind the cash register said to Shawn. "I don't have any alcohol in my hands do I? Look, Can you tell me where I am or do I have to go somewhere else?" He said to the kid a little rudely. "You're in a gas station." That answer tipped Streak off. He was being relatively nice to this kid considering he'd just been shot in the arm by the Coast Guar and he still had the bullet in his arm to prove it. "No you smart ass. Where am I? Mexico, Trinidad and Tobago, the Virgin Islands? Where?!" At this point Streak was almost shouting at the kid. He wasn't in a great mood since receiving the gun wound. "You're in Cancun."

"Oh. See that wasn't so hard now was it? Thank you." Streak said completely changing his tone to the youngster. Once he found out the information he wanted to know he turned around and walked out of the store. His day was getting better. This was the exact place he wanted to be,; however it was not the state in which he wanted to be in. The pain in his arm wasn't bothering him so much anymore as his body started to heal around the bullet. Shawn backtracked from where he started and headed back to the beach. He walked at a quick pace to see if he could find all the fun and excitement. Shawn reached the beach with plenty of time left in the day to walk the beach. It was relatively easy to find where the most people were partying. All he had to do was follow the music. Once Shawn found where most of the music was coming from and most of the people seemed to be congregating he made his way through the bar and to the bartender to get a drink. Shawn drank a few beers before heading out to the dance floor, or the beach, where morst people seemed to be dancing.

After making his way to the 'dance floor' nothing very interesting was happening besides drunk people dancing with each other. Shawn took another beer and walked past all the people dancing and away from the main groups. As Shawn walked the streets of Cancun that night, he looked for the better parties around the little island. It took him hours to find the right place he was looking for. Once he did find it, it was open season. This party was seemed to be the best one Shawn had ever been to. It was a complete drunkfest. People were past out everywhere, the DJ was blasting his speakers about as loud as he could, people were dancing on the side of the pool, girls with girls, guys with girls and every other combination you could think of and doing whatever they could get away with.

This was the exact type of party he'd heard, read about and seen on TV. He knew he was going to have fun. And that's what this trip was all about. Shawn didn't get more than a few feet into the party before he was bombarded by gorgeous girls left and right. Granted, they were heavily intoxicated already, but that didn't matter one bit to Shawn. If things didn't go the way he was hoping they would he could always find a girl who was very inebriated and they wouldn't remember it in the morning. By this time Shawn had had about a six pack and was feeling plenty tipsy, but no where near the level of the majority of the people in the area. "Well, hey there. What brings you to this neck of the woods." Said one women who was not as drunk as the rest there. Shawn assumed she'd either been here only a little longer than himself or she hadn't been drinking as much as everyone else around her. "Just looking for a good time." Shawn said turning his head away from the mud wrestling match on stage to the girl who had addressed him. She was a very attractive women, probably around Shawn's age, or a few years younger.

He took in all her features from head to toe. She moved closer to Shawn. They were now standing close enough to be dance partners. Streak was pretty sure that if he played his cards right he could spend the night with her and not in the forest or on the beach. They made small talk and he learned more than she learned about him. He told her lies that were so convincing that they passed for truth. Or they were both getting drunker and they couldn't tell the difference between the two. After many more drinks and time spent with each other they decided to throw caution to the wind and joined in with the rest of the people at the party.

The next day the sun rose upon all the faces that were on the beach. Streak slowly stretched, got up, and walked around dodging all the bodies lying on the floor. Most were still unconscious and sleeping. His head throbbed, threatening to explode. He clutched the sides of his head and the silver slipped over his body. He went on through the area looking for a drink to help get rid of his massive hang over. Streak figured most people would be doing the same thing and the party would start over again. The way he was feeling he wasn't sure if he wanted to hang around for the party that day. After drinking another beer, which made his head feel much better, he found some food and left to continue his trip.

Shawn didn't remember much of the night after the conversation he had with the attractive women he met that night. He supposed the alcohol level in his body had just so high that his memory stopped working. It didn't matter much now. Streak flew back on to the main land of the Yucatan Peninsula. As he was flying overhead he saw many clearing in the jungle that held what looked like ancient buildings. Intrigued by this sight, Streak flew closer to the buildings. The buildings were huge and squarish in shape. Many stairs lined their paths towards the top along with lots of symbols, writing and overgrowth of vines. He'd seen these buildings and shapes before. They were on a national Geographic or Discovery, or the History Channel or something. They were Mayan ruins. Remnants of a ancient civilization that disappeared into nothingness.

He moved through the ruins with awe and admiration. Flying from precipice to precipice and side to side, he investigated the entire Mayan building structure. It was amazing at the abilities they had so long ago. There was still much to see, however, Streak was able to see it in a very short amount of time. Flying around the city he slowly headed south to cross into Central America. The silver man flew past houses and towns, cities, and more jungles. This was the best part of the trip so far. Even though there wasn't much to see in these places except for jungles, he still liked the view. Every once in a while he would fly high into the earths orbit where there was no oxygen and surveyed the area.

Then Streak angled himself so that he would end up heading straight towards Brazil and the Amazon Rain forest. He had not intention of going through the drug ridden areas of the world.

(continued in South America)