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The heat signatures dimmed the second time he shook his head. The knife shot up to cover if he was going to be attacked but when he lowered his guard he only saw Gawain still trying not to fight him. The forms of red no longer there, maybe they never were. Sam shook his head again making sure not to keep his eyes of Gawain.

What kind of fool would give him a job teaching? Sam tried not to laugh but a little chuckle escaped at the thought. Gawain continued to get in Sam’s head with the rest of the information, some seemed more likely than the him being a teacher though. ”You would look better with the black eyes, what did I teach you? Take a punch then? Why would someone give me a job teaching anything? Shit I know shouldn’t be taught.” he laughed again.

Sam lowered his guard and took another step backwards the knife still in his hand. Tilting his head, ”I don’t know if I believe you, but if you have the flash drive I might want to look at it. That does sound like something I would do. ” he didn’t trust that a mutant in a mansion in upstate New York was willing to help out of the goodness of their heart. But, if he had answers Sam needed them. If he didn’t like them he could still just bail. Not like Gawain could stop him.

”If you’re just trying to lure me into a trap hope I only give you black eyes.” his knife dissipated in his hand. ”I can make things way more deadly if I need to. I don’t plan on dying here.” Sam said folding his arms squinting at making sure not to have his back against anything reflective. ”and tell me more about these heat signatures. What else can I do?"

”Stabbed myself.” Sam said with a shrug he tapped the part of the leg where the stab took place. It wasn’t the first time he used the method to shake himself free from the dreams, it was the only way he could keep his mind to himself.
”I found it’s a productive way to kick any mental holds. Keeps me,” Sam gestured with his finger making a summing everything up circle ”here.”

Sam lowered his hand with a slight wince he tried to hide. ”Not the best way to handle it, my girlfriend broke up with me on the spot. Straw to break the camel’s back. Not calling her a camel, figure of speech.” Sam said trying not to make it seem like he was sore bout the breakup. ”Drinking was an issue for her as well but,” he shrugged again, ”What are you gonna do?”/

”Scared, her though. Alexandria. She didn’t remember me at all. Guessing memory altering.” that too was something he had considered and ran into often. Memory altering was great for creating attack dogs. ”Heart, sank.” Sam said pausing knowing he was sharing more than he intended. It wasn’t normal for him to talk about his feelings. Some he didn’t want to acknowledge. ”I saw the real her, all the memories come rushing from the back of my mind. We had kids, a life. To many to remember. Even if she remembered me, we were only together for a year or two. Everything up here is made up.” Sam said his eye watering while his voice rose before he reigned it back in.

”Sorry.” Sam quickly apologized, ”Not used to the talking thing.”

Sam only made it two bedroom doors till he had to slow so he could swear under his breath and raised his hands up as stranger danger appeared again. Several things rushed to his mind as he slowly stopped on the carpet.

One: Stranger Danger was able to escape and enter locked rooms.
Two: Stranger Danger didn’t seem surprised with his ice powers.
Three: Stranger Danger must be a mutant or be familiar with mutants. Meaning possible enemy.
Four: Sam never recalled having carpet when he was at T.A.T.M.A.H. the new generation must be spoiled.

His hands still raised he took a few steps back towards the bedroom door he exited. There was a big window with the park and woods underneath he could make an escape there. Question now was how to escape someone who could appear and disappear without opening a door. Did he phase or teleport. Both could be counter with extreme cold. However icing this hallway with other possible threats didn’t sound too appealing.

”Can you now? Good… got a few questions.” Sam said as he looked at the stranger. ”Why did I wake up naked? Where am I? And I don’t want to hurt anyone.” he took another slow step back hoping danger wouldn’t notice.

”Saaaaammmm!!!! Daddy!!!!” the screams could be heard from the large house in front of him. Ice blanketed the snow on the ground and the pines nearby. The moon illuminated a large mountain in the background splitting the sky as the stars being blanketed by black smoke. Fire was caked on the roof and siding of the house melting all the snow nearby. His family was in there. Ayrn his daughter, Sammy his son and Alexandra his wife whom he adored. His heart skipped a beat and he ran towards the house kicking the door down only to be engulfed in flames.

Sam popped upright with a cold sweat on his brow. A knife of ice now protruding from his hand quickly was chewed away from a rather large dog. The Saint Bernard first started to lick the knife then decided that it would be better away from the one who created it. Sam blinked as the dog hopped from the bed with the knife he made and almost stabbed said dog with. If it was anything else it would have been stabbed.

Dog aside Sam grabbed his throbbing forehead with his left hand. The hand took a second as it was uprooted from under a cat. ”why am I surrounded by animals.” Sam looked around trying to get a bearing on where he was his head still being held with his hand. Did he get drunk? No, he wouldn’t have done that. Agent Jackson would have taken advantage of the situation and taken him in while he was inebriated. Booze made him slower; he might have been able to take anyone while he was drunk but stalkers didn’t abide to the laws of man.

The place looked like an apartment. Two nightstands walled the bed in, one nearest to him sat a year marker for A.A. Sam wasn’t sure why he knew what it was from but that was the first thing that came to mind. Next to it was an eye patch. Was he involved with another pirate role play? Sam lifted the blankets and decided that wasn’t the case. He blinked and slipped out of bed not sure where was out.

The dog looked at him finishing the blade of ice and walked to the door. He wined, again not sure why Sam knew the dog was a he. Walking to the door he opened it to watch the dog and then the cat run out. Sam blinked again, closed the door and locked it. Where was he.

Sam hated not knowing where he was. Looking around the room he ignored most of the furniture. There was a fridge, a giant window outside into what looked like a park and some woods, a closet and a bathroom. Sam started there.

Walking into the bathroom he found the usual utensils one would have, except a hot pink toothbrush. Sam didn’t know why but his gaze lingered there for a second before finding a pair of boxers and pants. The pants seemed a little big on him but they fit with the belt. He was unfamiliar with everything but was some how set at ease with each new thing that caught his eyes. Sam paused when he looked into the mirror. He was disappointed. Without finding any bottles of booze near by he was hoping he’d find a bruise on his face, some explanation as to why he wasn’t familiar with where he woke up.

Last he remembered he was in a cabin in Canada, it was out of the way from everything safe from T.A.T.M.A.H. at least he’d be aware of their presence from far away. Even with the stalker bots he could have felt something. Something flashed behind Sam, he didn’t see it per say but felt it. He jerked his head to the shower behind him and saw nothing. He looked around again lowering the knife formed in his hand a second ago. Sam grunted and walked closer to the shower and touched the walls. Nothing. He could have sworn there was a person behind him.

Sam slowly walked out of the bathroom into the bedroom with his knife still making sure no one would get the jump on him. He walked to the nearest dresser looking for a shirt finding a zeppelin shirt he highly approved on Sam walked towards the door where he let the animals out.

Sam nodded his head and gave a slight head tilt instead of a should shrug, the shrug simply hurt to do so he avoided it for now. ”Glad to hear, and yeah.
“ Sam smirked, ”he keeps insisting that I keep asking for trouble.” Sam added, Doc wasn’t exactly wrong but Sam did for the most part try to avoid getting hit. It made life difficult being broken or injured.

”I stopped drinking, month dry. Want to but… preventing me from getting things done. Healing included. Figure it was time I’d stop feeling sorry for myself and what I seen.” Sam tapped his head slightly around the temple if it would help illuminate what he meant. He wasn’t crazy he knew that, just had a hard time differentiating what was real and what wasn’t sometimes. Hence the main reason he was talking to Gemma. Sam knew he needed some help, or at least advice.

”I saw her again, she was real this time. Alexandra.” Sam said knowing Gemma had a brief understanding of what he had gone through and why he justified being the way he was now. Intentinally or not.

”Yes and no, I’ve only had to go so cold once and that was to counter the heat another was giving off, we both ended up passing out after but a demonstration won’t hurt anything. Though, if I do this you should keep back a bit less you gets covered in frostbite or turn into a popsicle.” Sam cracked his neck and pulled his arm across his chest to stretch it out. It had been a while since he tried pushing his powers; the last time was when he was in his hideout in the artic circle. Which was a great place to test powers, his at least.

”Danger,” Sam shouted, there was a small humming sound in recognition as the room acknowledged it was getting directions. ”Sam safety protocol 22 over Javier.” a dim warm light appeared over Javier as Sam started to back away from him. The light would counter act the cold Sam gave off, of course he’d do his best to direct the cold elsewhere but with him testing his limits the whole room would be frozen in no time. He didn’t’ want to scare off the new tailor.

Once he was a considerable distance away Sam called out to the danger room and a clock screen and temperature reading appeared before Javier in the cone of the warm light. The timer read zero and the temperature read the room. ”You get too cold yell to stop and I will.” Sam called out. He wasn’t worried about Javier slowing due to the cold the cone of light overhead should keep him moving normally.

Taking a deep breath Sam slowly exhaled allowing his breath to come out in the form of frost. His body coated in patches of ice as the temperature quickly dropped below frozen. The focus of the temperature drop was around Sam but at this point Javier should have felt a quick chill before the light started to counteract his powers. The ground around Sam quickly frosted over then became a thick layer of ice. Every time Sam too a breath the temperature dropped rapidly again.

The light over Sam seemed to dim slightly the colder it got the ice started to give off a mist and he started to become obscured by his powers. He kept breathing, if he was fighting Javier at this point the guy would have gotten a nasty frostbite and would have started to slow. Sam was at the temperature now where he was able to slow down other things, time didn’t slow just everything else. The screen in front of Javier read -320 degrees Fahrenheit.