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He listened intently to the story, feeling sympathy for the situation that Richard had gotten stuck in before the power discovery. He had on more than one occasion gotten stuck out in bad weather numerous times. It wasn't pleasant and he could see why it was the pushing force behind Richard self discovery.

"When did you discover your power? May I ask how did you discover your power? What do you mean constructs? Can you essentially craft and design a creature out of your imagination? Or does it have to follow various rules?"

This guy certainly had a lot of questions. "Um, well I was around ten when I first found out. I came across some road kill and it just...happened on instinct. Not on purpose. I felt bad for the critter and I guess I wanted to help it. The result was awful." He thought for a moment, "Constructs as in I make them and they're linked to me. I can see, hear and feel everything they do. I can create custom creatures but they do have to follow physics and certain structure rules. Oh and I have to eat enough for the both of us or I risk passing out."

After being dropped off, Alex jogged over to the mansion, inside, and up to his room. He grabbed his backpack and stuffed his worldly possessions into it. Not that he had much to begin with. It was only just now that he realized just how easily his things fit inside the backpack. He might have gotten a few new pieces of clothing, but it all fit. And he definitely didn't have anything smart to dress into like Hades suggested.

He left a note to Miss T and Gawain, saying that he was going to be gone for a while but that he was okay and safe and not to worry. Not to worry...These were the first adults he's had in his life in a really long time and here he was running away again. But he promised himself this would be the last time. This would be the last time he got scared away. He'd come back and everything would be okay.

Everything packed and with a note left behind, he quickly left the mansion before anyone could questions him. He was about two minuets late but no big deal.

“Well, they haven't kicked Birdbrain out yet, so I suppose as long as you don't do worse than him, yo good.”

"I hope so." He wondered how Clyde would treat him if knew about his past, what he's done to survive this far. He tried to push those thoughts back, focus on what was in front of him. No point in letting pull this conversation in a negative direction. "Anyway, if you don't mind me asking, how old are you anyway? 'Cause I've met an age shifter before and he was practically ancient."

Now that he thought about it, he wondering how the old man was doing. He should hate the guy but time and distance softened the abandonment. That first group he fell in with couldn't be blamed for moving on. It was in their natures. He tried to keep from frowning at the thought of them, pushing the old memories back once more.

"I seem to be able to manipulate various inorganic, not sure exactly which ones yet, still experimenting. How about you?"

He thought about it for a moment, finding the right words to explain it. He's done this a million times but it never gets any easier. "Essentially, I can create constructs or living animals out of dead organic material. Mary is one of them." One of these days he'd have card explaining it so he wouldn't have to.

"How long ago did you figure out you were a mutant?"he asked. From the sound of it, not too long ago. Which was odd, since most mutants gained their powers early on. He was ten we he got his and from what people have told him around puberty was the most common. Richard definitely didn't look like a teen to him.

”What ya gonna do eh? Start a brawl?”

His world tunneled in on the person before him, no animal! To him Carrick looked like the numerous animals he run across in his time traveling. He had fought to survive before, Carrick was another obstacle to that end. All he could distinguish in this moment was the constructs crowding forward in his head, feel their animal rage pumping in his veins. His own teeth bared in a snarl, eye dilating to pinpricks. His body moved with out thought of consequence, only looking to connect fist with flesh.

"What do you like about biology?"

"Hmm, well I...I'm not really sure. It's just something that comes naturally to me."he said with a shrug. But tried to give it more thought. It wasn't something he actually thought about. Learning biology, anatomy, how living organisms worked, it was automatic for him. Probably since he's been doing it for, forever, or at least since he got his mutation. It's quite the influencing power on his mind. He couldn't think of anything else he'd rather be doing.

But all this thought process was stopped dead in it's tracks when Richard ask one simple question.

"Mary was designed wasn't she?"

He stared at him wide-eyed, as if suddenly caught in a lie, and Mary stiffened, ear perked at attention. "You could say that..." The teen murmured, trying to keep calm while Mary's own mind suddenly turned defensive. Oh no, oh god, please don't let him loose control of her.

"Alex, Stop!"

Hades' words were enough to jolt him back into reality. At least enough to sit down again, all the while his constructs growling and snarling, trying to shove him into running again. He did his best to ignore them and focus on the man in front of him. The new information smoothed over his worries, but it didn't make it any less frightening to know that he was on a hit list. They wanted to make an example out of him, a sacrifice for their cause.

"It is not the end of the world Alex, with your current skills, the advice I gave you, surviving should not be that difficult. Keep calm, don't panic and think strategically."

The teen took a breath and tried to think of a way out. But the only thing that came to mind, as it always did when things went south, was run away, hide, disappear. Out of sight, out of mind. However, he was tired of running, tired of scrapping by, he didn't want to be afraid. And the answer was sitting right in front of him.

"...Could you help me? I mean, teach me how to fight like you or at least...give me a place to lie low for a little bit."

It was the only thing that he could think of. He needed training at least, safer shelter than a school for mutants could provide, or at least safer in the sense that this place seemed a bit more secretive. If this hate group was looking to put a hit out on him, the first place they'd look are places actively housing mutants.