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Ty sighed. "S***f***dammit.." he grumbled, looking up at her with a face more along the lines of a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

"Fine...I was gunna steal your jacket for payback, I got stuck, and now here I am, flat on my back in **** Creek. Fell on my back, knocked me a little loopy and I remembered something that made me smile, and now my head is going to explode...happy now?" he groaned, his headache really starting to pulse now.

Ty was in a mood for vengeance. After a few days of watching that...that...girl...that pissed him off so bad a couple of nights ago, he finally had everything thought out. Her room wasn't far from his, and she seemed to like this particular leather jacket, which he was sure would fit him. He needed a new leather jacket, and what better way for revenge? Finally, the redhead's moment came to strike. Alli had left her room for some reason, and she didn't have her jacket.

Haha....quietly, he made his way down the hall, wearing his black shirt with the green guitar on it(okay sure his ex gave it to him but it was still his favorite shirt.) Oh man, this was too easy. He easily snatched up the jacket and a nearby wallet, checking it for money. Oh yeah...vengeance was oh so sweet. He pocketed the wallet, then tried on the jacket. And...

Okay it was smaller than he'd originally thought. Too small. He started to take it off but...okay it was way smaller than he thought. His shoulders were too broad, and now it was stuck. (Though the bottom was just above his waistline, which was alright.)

He struggled his way out of it, but to no avail. Eventually, the poor kid had to take off his gloves to try it that way. This, was his second big mistake. His palm touched the leather, and as soon as it did...

~This jacket was apparently old. Scenes from high school, then some of college before she apparently dropped out. Sprinkled in were bits of the girl walking around in a sports bra, pajamas, or sometimes he just got lucky and she was in her underwear or showering. Heck there were even flashes of her and--Aura!?! Whoa....Then suddenly his mind was flooded with images of kidnapping, rape, beatings, murder, and blood. Lots and lots of blood. Joining a gang, more kidnapping and more blood and violence. This jacket had seen more than Ty ever wanted to, though he had to admit some of it made him glad the memories were his. But the others...~

Ty had fallen to the floor, head pounding more fiercely than it ever had as he closed his eyes, trying to fight through the migraine and the wave of blood and gore to find...yes. There it was. This had to be the best vision he'd ever acquired. Sure, he hated this girl, but she looked good. Even if he had to fight back more of the violent memories than he wanted.

Suddenly he forgot about revenge, or getting out of this god-forsaken jacket...

As the sun peeked back out through the sky, it brought a certain young redhead out of his oddly deep sleep. He'd slept well, for someone who spent the night in a cardboard box wearing a stolen hat. Oh, and the mess that had gone on that very morning. Stupid gimpy, wheezing mutant-hater...stupid precog...stupid hat...

The young man stood to his feet and stretched, eying his surroundings. He needed coffee. Then maybe he could function at least well enough to get back to Sanctuary. Cracking his neck, he groggily made his way out of the alley and looking down the street. Ah, there was a coffee shop a few blocks away. He didn't frequent it but...coffee.

The walk was uneventful, as was the wait in line, but it was totally worth it. "Morning," Ty groggily said to the blond behind the counter, looking at her nametag. "...Paige."

"Look. It is too early to have some stupid redhead hit on me, so just make an order and get it over with," the young woman snapped. "I don't mind having you wear your morning coffee..."

Ty blinked. "Jesus I was just trying to be nice. Look, the only exchange I want between us is you giving me a large cup of coffee and a lemon danish, and I give you five and a quarter."

"Smart boy. Here ya go, and have a nice day~" the young woman replied, faking a smile and laying on the happy a little thick. Jeez what was her problem?

Ty sighed, taking his food to the nearest table and sitting next to the window. He didn't know why, he just loved a window seat. Finally able to relax his thoughts, he enjoyed his breakfast in peace, making a mental note to buy some more aspirin when he got done with this.

Ty looked at the man when they stopped. "Never said I was hiding anything. I told you everything. The vision was a note, telling me what to tell you. But nothing about that seemed...fishy to you?" He asked, in a more serious tone. Okay maybe he'd just cut to the chase. It was too late for this crap. Too early. Whatever.

"One, he told you what you needed to know, apparently. Even down to an exact time. If that doesn't sent up a warning flag, this should. The note, the vision? It was as if your friend made sure conditions were perfect for my powers to catch every little thing. So, why would a precog make sure we could get that information, unless he wanted to be found? Either he's planning a trap, or he wants to rub something in that arrogant nose of yours. Either way, he's screwing with you," the young man said calmly.

Ty nodded, smirking at the thought of planting little plastic army soldiers all over the place to gather information. Not only would it be a good training method, but later he could use this to eavesdrop or to spy on something if he so chose or needed to. Either way it was bound to prove fun, right?

"Yeah, sort of. It'd help me to get a better hang of it, so I can tell what to look for in a stream of oncoming visions."

Ty's head was pounding, but luckily Simon had catered to his powers, otherwise the poor kid would be lying unconscious on the street right now. Probably at this creep's mercy. That was a thought worth shuddering for.

He didn't have the energy to fight or resist when the guy grabbed at his arm. All he could do was let himself be dragged, their footsteps almost matching the pulse in his head. With one hand, he popped a few more aspirin, cursing as he realized that was his last few pills.Sighing, he tossed the empty bottle over his shoulder.

But something didn't add up.

Why did he give away so much information? Why did Simon provide the perfect conditions for Ty to see what was going on? He could still see the psycho's smug smirk as he was writing the note.

"Hang...hang on. I'm pretty sure....he's just screwing with us," Ty interjected.

Great. The original plan was to let the killer have his fun. But now...Ty just became a part of the game.

"I'll explain in a minute," Ty replied, seeing the same man in the mirror. "Alright, let's see what this prick-car can do!" He threw it into drive, then hit the gas, the car roaring to life and tires squealing on the pavement as he blazed a trail down the New York streets, taking as many side-streets as he could to avoid traffic.

Then, he snapped on his seatbelt. "Okay, so if I touch something, I can see the past of the object, what the object's been through, and things it's 'seen' if you will. It's a new car, and the mirror is in the best position to see what I needed to. So, I saw the owner typing in the code every time he typed it in." He smiled, loving this.