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Living alone was a blessing and a curse. It ensured that one would always be able to do whatever they wanted, without pesky interference or assumptions. But it was also lonely sometimes, with no one to talk to at four in the morning, and a week's worth of groceries that lasted a month because only one person was eating. But for one beautiful New Yorker, living alone was nearing its end. Whitney glanced around her living room thoughtfully, her cell phone in her hand, a coffee in the other. She wasn't one for flashiness. She loved decorating, but she also enjoyed simplicity. Her penthouse combined the best of both worlds, creating the perfect symphony of elegance and refinery.  She had rested on this couch for seven years.  The cavernous Upper East Side penthouse was an eighteenth birthday gift, a reward for graduating high school at the top of her class, and a just because occasion.  Whitney's grandmother had always spoiled her, though no gift came without criticism. For the keys to the penthouse, Whitney remembered enduring a lecture about "those men you hang around with."  Little did she know how right her grandmother was.Shaking her head out of her thoughts, Whitney sighed.  She was tired of living alone, and feeling as if the size of the penthouse mocked her, screaming insults, reminding her that it was too big for one person. But soon, that would all change. Whitney set her coffee on the little table in front of her, lying on the couch and removing her heels. Resting on her back, she placed one hand protectively over her stomach, sighing. Renovations were already underway for the perfect nursery. In less than sixteen weeks, being alone would cease.Whitney was woken by excited yipping. Realizing she had fallen asleep, she yawned. Cocoa was sitting in her lap, staring at her expectantly. Whitney smiled. "Hey, sweetie. What's the matter?" She glanced over at the beautiful staircase across the room. Upstairs was her bedroom and bathroom, and what would soon be the nursery. Whitney took her puppy in her arms and carried her upstairs, entering her bedroom slowly. She sighed blissfully as she looked around her. From her enormous king sized bed to the mahogony desk her grandmother had willed her to the beautiful view of the city below, Whitney was completely in love with her bedroom. It was, in every sense of the word, her haven.Once more, Cocoa distracted her, disallowing further daydreaming. "Can you imagine that there will soon be another person here?" she asked, setting Cocoa on the bed. Cocoa simply wagged her tail and panted, licking her hand. Whitney laughed, sitting beside her. This enormous palace was about to get a little smaller.

Adonis Metaxas was a brooding and stern man, he stood and six foot six and he desired for everything to go his way, if it didn't there surely will be Hell to pay. Most people within the village stayed clear of him and only spoke to him when it was absolutely necessary. Adonis was married to a woman named Daphne, she was absolutely beautiful and quite delicate in stature when standing next to her husband, she as well was as stern and stubborn as her husband, and together the pair had two beautiful children. Their eldest son was named Aro, he was quite a curious and small boy with the most beautiful green eyes which he got from his mother no doubt, he was like most boys his age...or so his parents thought. Then there was their lovely daughter, Didyme. She was adored by everyone, all the boys chased her it seemed and it was quite impossible to be upset around her, whenever she'd flash that brilliant smile of hers you'd suddenly feel your worries wash away. She and Aro were quite close despite their age gap, they could always be seen playing with one another, they were practically joined at the hip most of the time.It was a bright and sunny day, the sun's rays caressed every bit of the lands and the heat was indeed great, it seemed as if Helios decided to grace them with another hot and humid day. Daphne and Didyme were at home doing their usual domestic duties such as spinning and weaving, while Adonis and Aro were out at the local theater watching a new drama on the current politics. Aro didn't quite like the theater he preferred to be at home other than discussing politics but his father insisted that every man must participate in theater, so alas Aro found no way around his father's word. So he merely sat and endured another long and utterly boring play, in Aro's mind the acting was atrocious and the music was indeed lacking in creativity but he kept his comments to himself with a polite smile plastered upon his face. Once the play had met its end and the actors took their bows, Aro stood from his bench and looked down at his father."What is your rush, son?" Adonis rasped as he stood, completely over towering his son."There is no rush, I assure you father." Aro said in a light tone as he clasped his hands behind his back.Adonis grunted as he gave his son a curt nod, he then turned on his heel and made his way over to the small band of young actors. There his father stood and discussed the play with the actors, while Aro stood a few feet away from the crowd, barely even listening in on the conversation for his mind was elsewhere as usual. Though he was soon pulled out of his thoughts by the voice of an older gentlemen who went by the name Atalo."And what did you think of the play, Aro?" he asked curiously as he arched his gray eyebrow."Oh, it was wonderful. The, ah...music was quite good. I thoroughly enjoyed it." Aro lied smoothly, the polite smile never falling from his handsome young face."Yes, but what of the dialogue dear boy? What did you think on that score?" Atalo asked curiously."Well, I thought it was...just fine." Aro said simply, if he was being honest he wasn't even listening in on the actual dialogue. "I felt as though Hades's speech was very well written." he said softly."Ah, yes." Atalo nodded softly, though he asked Aro no further questions.After an hour of discussing the play Adonis and Aro began to head back home for supper, though as they retreated to their small yet comfortable home not words were uttered between father and son. They hardly spoke to one another, and an actual conversation was extremely rare. Though it never bothered Aro, he quite enjoyed the silence. Also he and his father never agreed on anything, so whenever they did speak it turned into a rather loud argument and that was something Aro always hoped to avoid when spending time with his father, for not lonely was Adonis's voice as loud as thunder, he tended to get very violent and physical when arguing with his son.Aro had been subjected to his father's rage far too many times, and no one in their household was brave enough to stop him so Aro merely took his punishment without so much as a whimper. Though once the punishment was served, his mother did not tend to him...no, she was on his fathers side. The only person who cared enough about him to tend his bruises and cuts, was his sister. She always made a point to take care of him, and he always made a point to do the same with her.Though suddenly Aro was pulled out of his thoughts by a familiar voice, it belonged to one of his old childhood friends Dionysus. The boy was about five foot seven, with tanned olive skin and faire hair. Dionysus was twenty years of age, just a bit younger than Aro whom was twenty three years."Aro, me and a few others are going to play hockey, would you care to join us?" he asked hopefully, as he held the leather bound ball close to his bare chest."No thank you Dion, I fear I'm not in the mood for sport. Thank you for including me though." Aro said smoothly as he offered the boy a charming smile. Dionysus nodded his head as he looked over to Adonis for a brief moment before running after a few older boys who were calling out his name. Once Dionysus disappeared from sight Adonis and Aro continued on to their home, silence once again spreading over them. Once their house could be seen in the distance Adonis broke the silence."Why did you not participate in hockey with the other boys your age?" he rasped, by the tone of his voice Aro could tell he wasn't pleased."I merely didn't feel like joining in, the day is hot." Aro said simply without even looking his father's way. "I also promised sweet Didyme that'd play a game of Knucklebone with her.""You play with your sister too much, it's not normal for a boy your age." Adonis said sternly."It is no fault of mine that Didyme is far much better company than the other citizens of this village." he said with a sigh, as he tucked a strand of his long jet black hair behind his ear.Adonis rolled his eyes as the pair stopped in front of their small house, though as Aro reached for the door Adonis grabbed his wrist tightly, forcing him to look up at him."After tonight, you will no longer be spending time around your sister." he said sternly, his voice almost a low growl. "You will be spending your time with boys your own age, and you will start looking for a wife, perhaps even participate in the theater. Politics will get you far in this world, son." he said sternly. "You are not getting younger Aro, soon you will be my age and where would you be without a wife to produce children for you? Your family is what lives on, your legacy. I will not sit back and watch as you allow our family name to wither into dust." he said sharply, his grip tightening on Aro's slender wrist.Aro glared back at his father with his intense green eyes, before ripping his grasp away from his father's hold. Aro knew he couldn't overpower his father, he was quite short for a boy his age. It seemed he took his mother's height and not his father's, but Aro was a very proud boy and he did not care for being told what to do and when to do it."You do not order me what to do, father. I am a man grown, I will decide what to do with my life and who to spend it with." Aro said sharply, despite the fact that his hands were shaking he was determined to stand his ground. "And right now, I choose to spend it with my sister. Now if you'll excuse me, you're blocking the door." he said as he reached for the door once more.Though before he could even wrap his fingers around the handle Adonis grabbed a hold of Aro's tunic and shoved him up against the side of the house, causing Aro to hit the back of his head roughly against the wall behind him. As Aro looked back into his father's eyes, it was then when he saw his mistake of speaking out, for father's eyes were dark with fury."How dare you be so ungrateful! I work everyday to give you a comfortable life, and it is all for naught! You might as well be born a mewling woman! For you are not a man, you will never be a man, you are forever a child who refuses to grow up!" Adonis barked as his grip upon Aro's tunic tightened. "Shall I explain to you in one easy lesson on how the world works?""Please, do use small words, I fear I'm not as bright as you." Aro spat, his voice dripping in sarcasm which only angered his father further."A good man does everything in his power to better his family's position in the world. It matters not if you do not like, you will do it because it is expected of you. You cannot be a child forever, Aro." Adonis said in a low dark tone. "You are just lucky I did not carry you into the sea and let the waves take you away when you were born. Perhaps if I did, Poseidon would have thanked me for my generous sacrifice and blessed me with a boy who is capable of becoming a man." he growled as he let go of Aro's tunic with one sharp shove before disappearing into the house.  Aro remained in his spot rubbing the back of his head, attempting to sooth the pain away from it. Though he was soon pulled from his daze when he heard the creak of  the front door open, causing him to jump slightly since he assumed it was his father. Though thankfully it was only Didyme, and she was looking up at him with such pity held in her big blue eyes."Aro, why must you provoke father?" she frowned as she reached to wrap her slender arms around her brother's waist. "You know very well how he is, and I don't like to see him hurt you so." she sighed as she rested her head against his chest."I know, I'm sorry sister." Aro whispered as he rested his chin on top of her head as he returned her warm embrace. "I try my best to hold my tongue, but sometimes...I cannot. He can't keep me away from you.""And he never will, brother. You know I won't allow it." Didyme said as her lips twitched up into a bright smile, that caused a wave of happiness to wash over Aro.Aro chuckled softly as he leaned forward to place a loving kiss upon his sister's forehead. "You are always so optimistic, how do you do that?' he asked as he arched his dark eyebrow curiously."I don't know, I just...do!" Didyme laughed as she looked up at her brother adoringly. "It is something I merely can't explain, like how you can't explain how you sometimes can read my mind!" she laughed. "Now come, lets play Knucklebone! You promised!"For the rest of the evening Aro spend his time in the back of the house with Didyme, playing multiple games of Knucklebone. It seemed she was getting better at the game, or perhaps Aro was merely letting her win, he would never tell he just loved seeing her so happy. As they played they discussed one another's days, and other silly things that often caused the siblings to burst out in uncontrollable laughter. In life they only needed each other, they didn't need their parents...because when Aro and Didyme were side by side they were the most powerful team. The siblings knew one another better than anyone else ever could, together they mentally were one, and they simply could not imagine a life without one another it was completely unheard of.Then just as the two were starting another game of Knucklebone, their mother's voice cause them to turn their attention towards the house."Children, supper is on the table! I suggest you hurry if you'd like it warm!" she called out loudly.Aro and Didyme then stood and joined hands as they made their way inside the house, it was obvious that their father was not pleased with either of them but the two merely ignored him and took a seat side by side at the table. Daphne then placed their supper in front of them and took her usual seat next to Adonis, their supper was of course one of Adonis's favorites: Spetsofai which consisted of country sausages, peppers, and onions.The meal was silent as Aro expected it to be, his family was one of very few words. Though occasionally throughout supper, Didyme would reach over and take Aro's hand in hers, allowing him to read what she was thinking, which almost caused the two to burst out into laughter. Didyme had known of Aro's gifts for quite some time, she did not find them horrifyingly abnormal, she found them unique she would never stop loving her brother for something so silly as powers. Though once Adonis caught sight of his two children stifling their laughter, he grew irritated as he brought his fist down hard on the table, causing everyone to jump."Must you still act like such a child, Aro!?" Adonis barked, as he glared at his son."I...it was nothing, father. Didyme and I were merely...playing." Aro muttered as he looked down at his plate, his long jet black hair covering his face."Playing? Is that all you ever do?" Adonis sneered, though Aro did not answer him which angered him further. "Damn you boy, answer me when I speak! Stop acting like just a child, you are a man! Act like one, Aro." he growled.Then suddenly Aro felt as if he had enough, he couldn't stand his father's constant yelling and ordering him about. He was done. So he pushed his chair back and stood from the table as he looked down at his father with his intense green eyes."You will not order me around! I do as I please!" Aro snapped, his usual level and calm voice becoming almost vicious.At Aro's outburst Adonis was on his feet faster than Didyme and Daphne could blink, with one big stride Adonis was over to where Aro stood, and Aro was trying his best not to be afraid...but it was obvious he was, Didyme didn't blame him...their father was frightening.  Then within a blink of an eye, Adonis wrapped his fingers around Aro's throat as he shoved him up against a near by wall."You foolish idiotic boy!" Adonis growled as he tightened his grip, causing Aro to let out a gasp as he attempted to pry his father's fingers away, but alas he was too strong. "I ought to teach you a lesson you won't soon forget, would you like that boy?" he asked in a low tone as Aro continued to gasp. "I ought to whip you through the streets, or perhaps I shall cut out your tongue...that'd end your mewling!"Didyme watched the fight unfold in horror, just seeing her dear brother gasp for his breath made her heartache, though whenever she tried to stop it her mother would merely hold her back."Hush now, little one. Do not come between your father and brother, tis a man's fight, it is not our place to get involved." she whispered in a low tone."But mother, he'll kill Aro! Please, please stop him." she half sobbed as she looked at her father in horror, though her mother merely shook her head.Though Didyme could not sit and watch this unfold, so she pushed herself away from her mother's hold and stormed across the room towards where her father and brother were. She then wrapped her arm around her father's large one and tugged on it with all her might."Stop it! You're killing him!" she shrieked as she continued to pull."Know your place!" Adonis snarled as he violently shook Didyme off of him, sending her flying into the table behind her, causing her to hit her head.While his father was busy with Didyme, Aro finally pried his fingers away from her throat. Once he caught his breath Aro rushed over to Didyme and helped her to her feet, the poor thing was terrified it was obvious due to her shaking. So, he pulled her into his arms and stroked her long wavy jet black hair."Shush, it's alright." Aro muttered as he kissed the crown of her head, before turning his attention towards his father. "You harm her again, and I'll kill you...slowly, painfully." Aro hissed as he cradled Didyme's head to his chest."You? Kill me?" Adonis snorted as he threw back his head and let out a loud laugh. "You couldn't even break a twig in half, boy." he said in an amused tone. Adonis then stormed over to Aro and ripped him away from his sister. "Leave, you are no longer my son. And you will not lay eyes upon Didyme again, do you understand me? And should I see you any where near our home, I will gut you like a fish, and feed your inside to the damn dogs!" he snarled as he violently shoved Aro towards the door.Aro did not leave his family on good terms, but he didn't care. Half of him was pleased to actually be free to live his own life, without his fathers constant mocking. Though the other half of him was plagued with worry for his sister. He didn't want to leave her with them, she wasn't safe there...and he knew his father would sell her off to the highest bidder, to a man who would not love and cherish her as she deserved. Aro needed to think of a way to safely remove her from the home, perhaps they could even run away together and live a happy and peaceful life. Perhaps he would come for her in the dead of night, that was their safest bet. But for right now, Aro needed to focus on finding shelter if he wanted to survive for the night, so he wandered towards the edge of the village where a thick green forest sat. He was quite good at climbing trees, perhaps he could find one good enough to sleep in for the night, that way he'd avoid wild animals on the ground.He wandered through the forest for hours, he was cold and his feet ached...but he pushed on. He then stopped once he came across a rather large tree, it looked safe enough. Though as he readied himself to climb, he heard a shuffle in the bushes behind him causing him to jump. His heart was beating so fast he could have sworn it would have popped right out of his chest."H-hello?" he called out nervously. "Who's there?"Then suddenly to his surprise a woman appeared before him, an absolutely breathtaking beautiful woman. She was slim and tall, with long wavy blonde hair riddled with flowers, skin as pale as the moon, her tunic was for a child so of course it was rather short on her, revealing her long beautiful pale legs. If it weren't for the red eyes, he would have sworn it was Aphrodite herself. Aro wanted to speak, to ask her what her name was, but he couldn't find the words to speak her beauty indeed leave him speechless, causing the woman to laugh."What's the matter, child?" she whispered in a bell like voice as she glided towards him. "Are you shy? Aw, the poor lamb." she chuckled as he reached out to cradled his face in her hands. Though once her skin made contact with his he let out a gasp, they were as cold as ice. But then again he didn't question it, it was rather chilly out."I...you're so cold." he whispered in a low tone."Hm, and your very warm." she smiled sweetly as she leaned forward, her nose gently brushing against his. "Oh, and you smell so very delicious as well." she grinned."I..." though Aro's words caught in his throat as he stared into her crimson eyes. He didn't know what to feel. Fear, confusion, love, lust, or all four."No need to speak, handsome boy." she giggled as she rested her forehead against his. "I can feel you want power, you may not know it...but the lust for power resides deep inside you. What would you say, if I told you I could give you so much power...physical power.""Power?" Aro asked as his lips twitched up into a smirk. "I want it. Give it to me, please. You have no idea how much I need it."The woman let out a bell like laugh as she titled Aro's head up slightly, which allowed her access to his fleshy neck. She then gently pressed her lips to his skin, causing him to shiver at the contact. Then before he knew it, he felt the sharp pain of her teeth pricing his soft flesh. Aro couldn't remember much after that, all he could remember was pain. Agonizing pain, it felt as if his entire being was on fire burning him on the inside out. He tried not to scream, but he gave in as the chilled air filled with his pleas for help and cries of pain, the beautiful woman long forgotten. The fire inside of him raged on for three days, eating away at his organs and finally killing his heart. Surly when he wakes he would end up in the Underworld, perhaps in the River Styx?During the course of those three agonizing  days, Aro could remember very little that was happening around him. On the third and final day of his transformation there was some pain, but it was dulling and his screams of pain ceased. Though he was so deep into his comatose state he hadn't realized his body was found by a local farmer, and he was pronounced dead. Nor did he realize later that evening his body was buried, of course his parents did not attend his funeral, nor did they inform Didyme of her brother's "death".  The whole burial was kept secret, it was like he never existed.When Aro finally opened his eyes, he was greeted by darkness. Though oddly enough he knew just right where he was, in the dirt. With his new enhanced sight he could see every grain of dirt that was covering his body, and with his new sense of smell he could smell the scent of freshly dug up dirt that was moist from the morning due. At first Aro made no move to free himself from his grave, he was far too focused on the burning in his throat, which caused an odd sense of panic inside of him, it was as if someone shoved a white hot iron down his throat. Once the panic of the pain kicked in, he began clawing away at the dirt that encased him, easily crawling his way through the dirt. It only took him a mere second to free himself from his six foot deep grave.Once freed his gaze shifted about his surroundings and that is when he caught sight of one of the village men, he seemed to be digging graves. Though without even thinking twice Aro attacked, he jumped on the older man and pinned him down as he ripped the flesh of his neck off with his new sharp teeth, and that is when he realized what he needed, what he craved. Blood. It was the only thing that took away the pain in his throat.It took Aro three years to fully understand what he was, a vampire. Within that time frame he did not bother to search for the woman who made him, he merely focused on his growing gift of mind reading upon touch, and his thirst for blood. Thankfully he was indeed able to control it, not very well...but he was working on it. He also worked on understand his new body and his new abilities, oh how the power gave him such a rush. Never in his life would he have dreamed to have such power, he could kill a man with the mere flick of his wrist. It was as if he was some sort of God.Once he discovered who he was, what he was  he focused on finding his sister. It was his every intention to give her immortality as well, not because he was concerned for her. To be honest all concern he felt for her as a human was long gone, he felt nothing towards her, she was just a little human in his new set of mind. Though the reason why he wished to give her such a gift was because he assumed since they were blood related she would indeed have a special gift as well, a gift that would prove quite useful to him. And together they could rule the vampire world, they could create a whole coven of vampires with valuable gifts. Just the thought of exhilarating.At that moment he knew, he would be king. He will rule the vampire world, he needed the power, he craved it. And in the end...it would consume him. Later that evening when the moon was place high within the sky, Aro quietly made his way into his old home. It seemed as if everyone was fast asleep, which was absolutely perfect. First he descended to his and Didyme's room, where she lay sleeping on his old bed. She was a woman of nineteen now, but it was painfully obvious how much she missed her brother. With caution Aro gracefully walked over to the bed and placed his hand upon her shoulder, causing her to jump right up in a fright. "D-don't touch me!" she shrieked as she backed away from the touch, though Aro merely rolled his eyes. "Calm yourself, sister." Aro whispered in a low tone as he took a seat on the bed. "It has only been three years, did you forget me so easily?" he chuckled as he arched his delicate eyebrow, his face completely hidden by the darkness within the room so she could not see the changes to his features. "Aro?" Didyme blinked as she scooted closer to him. "Is that truly you?" "Whom else would it be, dear one?" Aro asked as he titled his head to the side. "Why do you sound so different? And your skins its freezing!" she gasped as she placed her hand upon his shoulder. "Oh! And what of mother and father?! If they catch you here, father will surely kill you! You must go, Aro! You must! I will not stand by and watch him kill you!" she said between sobs. Aro sighed as he shook his head, as he leaned forward to press his cool forehead against her warm one. The scent of her blood was strong, and it was indeed making his mouth water...but he could manage for now. "Be calm sister, father can no longer hurt me so." Aro reassured her as his lips curled up into a smirk. "Aro..." she sighed as she pulled away from him. "You are different, that much I can sense. But father...he will not be happy to see you here." she whispered. "I haven't changed, not really." Aro whispered in a feather light voice. "You are the one who has changed, Didyme. Look at you, a woman grown.""Aro, I am being serious. Your voice, your touch...your demeanor even." she began as she shook her head, trying to make his features out in the dark. "I know you, brother. I know you very well, and you...are different some how yet the same. I do not understand." "There is nothing you need to understand, dear Didyme." Aro whispered as he reached out to caress her cheek, which caused her to gasp at the chill of his fingers gazing her warm flesh. "The only thing you need to know, is I come baring you a gift." he said with a playful tone. "A gift?" Didyme asked softly as she titled her head to the side. "What is it, exactly?" she laughed as she tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear, causing her scent to become almost unbearable but Aro clamed himself. "Close your eyes, and you shall see." Aro whispered, causing Didyme to let out a giggle as she did as he asked. Once he was sure he eyes were closed, he slowly leaned forward and pressed his chilled lips to her warm fleshy neck, causing her to gasp and move away from him. Aro could see the look of confusion flash across her face at his sudden action. He knew her thoughts, but his motives were not perverse as she assumed. "What are you doing?" Didyme hissed as she shot him a glare. "Be calm, it will be over and done with quickly." Aro whispered as he grabbed her wrist tightly as he gave her a rough tug, causing her to stumble forward. "There will be some pain, but it will be worth it, trust me sister." he whispered into the darkness. He then pressed his lips to her neck once more, as she began to struggled but he was far too strong for her. After a moments hesitation he bit into her flesh, causing her to let out a pained gasp as he pushed against Aro's chest, but his arms merely entrapped her and pulled her closer to him as he partook of some of her sweet blood, and soon she became too weak to protest. For a moment Aro didn't think he was capable of stopping, but he managed to pull away from her and lay her limp body upon the bed. Within moments her agonizing screams filled the room, echoing off the walls, surly it would wake up their parents...which is exactly what Aro wanted. "Ah! Its burning!" Didyme chocked out as her body began to twitch and jerk violently. "Aro! Aro! Please! PLEASE! Stop the burning, PLEASE!" she screamed as his venom began attacking and eating away at her organs. Though Aro merely reached out to stroke her long black hair out of her face, as he regarded her lovely face carefully which was twisted up in familiar agonizing pain. "Worry not, sweet sister. You will wake soon, and you will see the world with new eyes." Aro whispered as his chilled finger tips gracefully swiped across her brow. "Oh, what a wonderful immortal you will be." he smiled, though she only replied with a blood curdling scream as he body arched up in pain. Then suddenly the door of their bedroom burst open, and of course it was their parents. His mother gaping at her children in absolute horror, and his father beyond enraged to see him. It was all so perfect, Aro couldn't help but let out an insane laugh. "Aro! What have you done to your sister?!" Daphne shrieked as she rushed over to Didyme's side. "She's dying, pay no attention to it, mother. She will thank me for it." Aro cooed happily, as he looked down at his mother. "You sick disgusting excuse for a son!" Adonis spat as he stalked over towards his son. "I told you if I ever caught you near my home, I will gut you like a fish, and I plan to do just that!" he snarled as he pulled her knife out from his belt, though Aro only smile and watched his father with childlike fascination within his milky red eyes. Adonis then charged at his son, and thrust his knife into Aro's chest right where his heart would have been. Though much to Adonis's shock the knife completely bend as if it came in contact with marble, causing him to drop the knife and take a step back as he gaped at his son in horror. "Tut, tut...you would really kill your own son?" Aro asked with an unneeded sigh as he looked down at the bend knife at his feet. "I...what are you?" Adonis choked as he tripped over his own feet, causing him to fall on his behind. "Y-you monster!" "Monster?" Aro laughed as he clasped his hands in front of him in delight. "Oh, you haven't seen the monster in me yet, father." he whispered in a low tone. "Shall I show you?" "P-please! Aro, have mercy!" Daphne begged as she gripped the edge of her son's tunic, looking up at him with pleading green eyes that once matched his own. "Please, we love you. You know that don't you? Your our baby boy...p-please do not kill us, please." she begged. "Sweet, lovely, mother." Aro cooed as he reached out to cup his mother's cheek with his chilled hands as he dived into her thoughts, causing her to shiver. He could see how she truly felt about him, and the words she spoke were all but empty.  "You beg for your life and claim to love me, you think these petty pleas will touch my heart, and I shall spare you." he chuckled as he looked into her eyes. "But alas, I do not have a heart for you to touch with sweet empathy words." "Aro, I-"Though before she could finish her sentence Aro viciously twisted her neck, causing a loud crack to echo through the room. He then slowly allowed her lifeless body to fall to the floor at his feet. As he stared down at the woman he once called his mother, he felt no sorrow, no guilt. It was nothing, a mere problem out of his way. Aro then turned his head toward his father whom obviously was in shock by the way he was gawking at him and completely frozen to his spot. "And you father, I made you a promise." Aro grinned as he gracefully strolled over to the cowering man. "I promised I would kill you painfully and slowly, did I not? Well, I am a man of my word." he chuckled as he grabbed his father's tunic pulling him up to his feet without effort, as if his father was a mere feather or pebble. "P-please! Son, please!" Adonis cried, this was the first time Aro saw his father in such a weak state...it was almost amusing. "Oh, am I your son now?" Aro laughed as he brought his father close enough that he could feel his chilled breath wash over his face. "Humans are such funny things. Embrace your death like a man, father. You cannot avoid it." he hissed. And with that Aro bit into his father's neck viciously as he ripped the skin away with one rough tug. Adonis's screams meshed in with Didyme's as Aro viciously clamped down on his father's neck, he made a point to drain him slowly. He made it show Adonis could feel himself close to death, he made him feel weak, until he eventually passed out due to the blood lost and soon Sercombe to his death. Aro then tossed his father aside as if he was merely and old rag doll and returned to his screaming sister's side. He then slowly leaned forward and placed a soft kiss to her forehead as his lips curled up into a smile. "Hush now, sweet Didyme. Once you wake, I will show you a new world. A world of great power, in which we will rule." he said lightly as he took a seat next to her on the bed as he watched her endure the pain he once felt. "I will make you perfect, and you and your gifts...will be mine." 

(ooc: Please note that I will be posting a new blog with the Equipment (weapons, spaceships, etc) that Chris uses. For more information on the Ancients, check out their page (and pages related to them), by visiting the Stargate Wiki page on them here, https://stargate.wikia.com/wiki/Ancient.)Other AbilitiesIt is revealed that Chris is actually part-Ancient, beings that pre-date the human civilization. Because of this, in addition to his Inhuman powers, Chris as access to their knowledge and other abilities that set him apart from others. Ancient/Lantean Physiology: Due to his unique physiology and being nearly Ascended, Chris has gained many special abilities. These special abilities weren't present, or known to Chris until his mother, an ascended being, saved his life and activated these abilities within him. These abilities are as followed. Ancient Technology Activation (ATA) Gene: This is a "genetic key" within Chris's DNA that allows him to use Ancient technology. The ATA gene is always on, instructing various cells in the body to produce a series of proteins and enzymes that interact with the skin, the nervous system and the brain, allowing gene carriers to operate Ancient technology by thought alone. Knowledge of the Ancients: After his mother healed him and activated his Ancient abilities, she also gave Chris the complete knowledge of the Ancients, their history, society, culture, technology, etc. Near Omnilingualism: Because he has the knowledge of the Ancients, Chris can read and speak almost any language, instantly. He knows all of the languages on Earth, and of the Ancients, and is fluent in other languages. Any language he doesn't know, can be learned quickly. However, he is unable to learn computer code as quickly as other languages. Genius-Level Intellect: Because of the activation of his abilities, Chris's intellect has sharply risen, as he is able to operate Ancient technology by thought alone, and has an innate understanding of their technology, as well as technology of other races, though he is more familiar with human and Ancient technology. He is also a genius in the field of human physiology and anatomy, since he went to medical school, and became a licensed doctor. He uses this knowledge to heal people of their wounds through the use of his powers. He is also knowledgeable in the field of genetics, though not to the extent of people like Dr. Henry "Hank" McCoy/Beast of the X-Men, and others. He is also quite knowledgeable in general science, though some studies, such as gamma radiation is relatively new to him. He is also knowledgeable in computers in electronics as he was able to upload his consciousness into a Synthetic/Android body. Near Ascension: Near ascension occurs when a human (or other sentient being) is evolving to the point of Ascension, but has not yet shed his or her physical form to become pure energy. A normal human brain performs at 10% maximum capacity at any one time, but they require at least 92% to ascend. Pre-ascension is when brain activity is over average but the user is not yet Ascended. This usually gives them special abilities due to the heightened brain activity. The abilities become stronger and more diverse as the brain activity increases. Chris's brain preforms between 85-90% (I'm going to have it closer to 85% though). However, due to his Inhuman lineage, his physical body doesn't give out (though he does need to rest from time to time), nor does it give him the other mental abilities, other than increased intellect. If it comes down to it, Chris can push his brain activity up to 92% and ascend. However, he has yet to do so. Ascension: If it looks like Chris is about to die, he is able to ascend to a higher plane of existence. In order to do so, he must come to terms with himself and "lets go". By doing so, Chris sheds his mortal form and becomes pure energy. However, once he ascends, Chris is unable to use his new powers to interfere with beings on the mortal plane, and can only observe. He can communicate with people by entering their dreams and speak to them that way. Chris can however, retake mortal form, and keep his pre-ascended powers. However, ascending is a last ditch resort. Expert Hand-to-Hand Combat: Because of how his powers work and his own personal preference, Chris is considered an expert in hand-to-hand combat. Having taken some forms of self-defense, Chris prefers street brawling, and sometimes meshes his fighting styles together. He is also quick in battle and is able to sometimes use his opponent's weaknesses against them. Since he uploaded his consciousness into a Synthetic/Android body, he is able to read his opponent's moves and can typically counter them with ease. Weapons Expert: Though he prefers to use hand-to-hand combat, Chris has been trained to use many different weapons. He most commonly uses a sword to fight, as he was trained in the art since he visited Japan as a boy. He is also skilled in the use of guns and arrows, though he isn't as proficient as Clint Barton and Natasha Romanoff. Since gaining his Ancient abilities, Chris has been able to use weapons that the Ancients used.

(ooc: These are Chris's new and current powers. For more information on what he can do, feel free to ask. His other abilities, and any extra information will be posted in a new blog. I've decided to get rid of the blogs concerning his former powers, including group powers. If you have any questions, feel free to send me a message and ask.)Energy Manipulation: Chris’s true power is the power to absorb and manipulate energy. By absorbing energy, Chris is able to increase his speed, strength, agility, durability, and endurance greatly. Chris can absorb any type of energy, cosmic, solar, kinetic, electric, etc. He can also absorb both magical energy and Force energy via Force attacks (since both Magic and the Force are essentially energy). After his revival, Chris is always absorbing energy, though he does so subconsciously and it is minimal (scanners pick it up as minute and doesn't consider it noteworthy). When using this power, Chris's eyes turn a golden color. Energy Field: Chris constantly emits a omni-directional, invisible energy field, which can't be turned off. This field covers an area of roughly one mile. Within the field he can absorb and can sense any type of energy. He can also react to any type of attack almost instantly, in any direction, without having to see the attack. Chris also has a smaller energy field surrounding his body. This smaller field usually indicates how much power he has left, and can only be seen by people who can sense energy. Energy Reserves: It is revealed that Chris has a huge amount of energy energy reserves that he can tap into and use. Because of huge amount of energy, he can fight for longer periods of time then most people. However, the amount of energy is finite and can be drained quickly if Chris overexerts himself. The energy can be replaced though. Energy Attacks: Either by tapping into his own energy reserves, or after absorbing energy, Chris can manipulate it and fire energy attacks (similar to ki attacks from Dragonball Z), at his opponents. He can fire energy blasts, balls, discs, etc. He typically fires these attacks from the palms of his hands, though he can fire them from other places on his body, such as his mouth, eyes, etc. He can even mix in some of his own energy to the attacks. However, this drains him more quickly, and he prefers to use his energy with physical attacks (punches, kicks, etc). Depending on how much energy he puts into his attacks, their destruction can vary from a small explosion, or destroying an entire planet. Energy Sensing: Chris can sense the energy of others, as everyone and everything gives off some sort of energy. That includes both magic and Force users. For those beings that he's been around quite a bit, he is able to detect their presence more easily. However, he can't detect their exact location, as he can only detect the general direction in which a being is at, unless they're inside his energy field. For those that can sense energy, Chris doesn't give off magical or Force energy, just energy. He can also sense his doubles, alternate versions of himself (such as Anakin Skywalker/Darth Vader) (since I use Hayden Christensen as my played by, I consider anybody else who uses them as Chris's double). He gets a feeling, such as the hairs standing up on the back of his neck, when they're close by. Enhanced Speed: Chris typically uses the energy that he absorbs into his speed. Because of this, he can move at superhuman speeds. Though not as fast as someone like Quicksilver or the Flash, Chris can easily dodge bullets, even at close range. Coupled with his energy sensing power, he can dodge bullets without having to see them. He can also dodge falling debris, and dodge enemy attacks, as well as catch bullets (typically small calibur bullets) with ease. He can even use his speed during a fight and can quickly dodge and counter his opponent at close range. While moving at such high speeds, Chris is able to create multiple images of himself in order to trick his enemies. Enhanced Strength: When fighting, Chris mostly uses his absorbed energy into his physical attacks, increasing his strength. While the upper limits of his strength are unknown (which will change as my roleplays progress), Chris can easily lift a car up above his head. He claims that he can punch the Hulk (or another version of the Hulk) and send the other guy backwards. He also claims that he can block a punch from the Hulk. Chris also claims that he can destroy a planet due to his strength, but holds back. Chris has a variety of attacks (punches, kicks, etc), and though he doesn't name them (as I'm still working out what attacks he has), his attacks are quite powerful. Enhanced Durability: While the upper limits of his durability are unknown (which will also change as my roleplays progress), Chris can jump off a skyscraper and land on the ground below without any injury. After being beaten by an Inquistor (see the Iron Planet storyline for more information), and knocked through a nearby building, Chris was able to get up and return to the battle without serious injuries. It is unknown if his durability has increased after his revival. Enhanced Senses: Chris's senses are greatly enhanced. He is able to see with 20/20 vision up to 100 feet or more (more or less). He can hear a gunshot from a sniper rifle up to a mile away (average distance of sniper). (Please note that this subject to change.) Energy Draining: Upon making physical contact with a person or object, Chris can literally drain them of their energy. If they are a magic or a Force user, he can drain their respect powers, possibly leaving them powerless (depending on how much he drains, they can regain the powers after some time and training). Chris can also drain a person's life energy, effectively killing them. Of course, he only chooses to do this as a last resort. (Author's Note: I will only be doing this, if it is agreed upon with the writer that I have Chris writing/fighting with. Otherwise, this will only be used in sample posts/character stories.) Energy Transference: Chris is able to transfer his energy into non-living things, such as weapons (swords, guns, etc), can increase the durability of the object (such as Busoshoku Haki from One Piece), and attack with the energy that was transferred. Flight: By using his own energy, Chris is able to fly through the air on his own, without mechanical help (ie Iron Man suit). Chris can fly fast enough to break the sound barrier, while showing no effects of doing so. While in a fight, he flies in order to gain an advantage over his opponents. Healing: If injured, Chris can use energy to accelerate his own healing process. Cuts, scraps, and bruises heal within seconds, and broken bones heal within minutes. Damage to his organs takes longer to heal, depending on the severity. He can even regrow new organs, though those take drastically longer, and he is unable to grow a new brain, or heart (he can regrow lungs, as long as he has at least one functioning lung). Chris is unable to regrow limbs, but can have them heal if they're reattached. He is also unable to regrow his head (instant death). Chris can also heal others by using his own energy in order to accelerate the other person's natural healing abilities. He must know the type of injury, and what damage has been done. He also must know of the person's physiology in order to heal them. Luckily, Chris can heal most humans, Ancients, and some alien species. Weaknesses: Energy Field – As much as it is an advantage, the energy field that Chris emits also hinders how much energy he can absorb. He can't absorb energy outside the field, such as villains attacking on the other side of the planet. He also can't sense attacks outside his field, however, he is able to sense them once they enter his field. Energy Sensing – Chris's ability to sense energy is limited. He can sense energy within a solar system (he can sense Rowe Lawson, who is typically on the Moon, while he's on Earth). He also can't sense the exact location of a person or object, unless they're close by, but can sense their general location. Limb Loss/Decapitation – Even though he can heal himself, he can't regrow lost limbs, and must either have them regrown through other biological means, or get a replacement, robotic limb. If he is decapitated, he will instantly die. However, his enhanced senses and his ability to sense energy typically negate this, as he is able to tell when an opponent is coming/attacking, and can dodge in time. Power Limiter – Chris has put a self-power limiter on his body, which limit how much energy he can use. He claims to do that so that the "Others" (Ascended beings) don't step in and force to take action against him. If he chooses to, Chris can take the limiter off, or loosen it, in order to beat an opponent.

(ooc: Finally, I was able to get this story done. This will be an introduction of new powers for Chris, as well as my own connection to the winter finale of AoS. I might do another character story, I might not, who knows. For now, read and enjoy.) Prologue A few weeks had passed and after being medically cleared to leave, Chris returned home to get used to a normal life. One morning, after making himself some coffee and about to watch the morning news, there was a knock on his door. Wondering who would come to see him, with the exception of Skye, the young man went over and opened up the door. He was surprised to see who was on the other side. "Steven?" Chris asked, completely surprised to see the man there. "Hey there brother," Steven said, looking at Chris. "I heard about what happened, with you losing your powers and all," he said. "I think I can help you get them back. That is, if you're willing to let me help you." ---------------------------------- Chris was still surprised at his brother's sudden appearance and his offer. They hadn't spoken in quite some time and all of a sudden Steven showed up at his doorstep, offering to help his brother get his powers back. Steven, like Chris, was a mutant. His power was to manipulate energy, though it was only to a small degree. After inviting his brother in, the young man sat down at the table, while Steven got them some water. "What exactly do you mean, you'll help me get my powers back?" Chris asked, once Steven sat down across from him.Steven remained silent for a moment, trying to think of how to explain it. "Well, our family has this technique. It's called, Fullbring. It's something Dad taught me," Steven said, going quiet as he remembered his father. "Something Dad taught you...?" Chris asked, as his brother nodded. "Wait, we have different fathers. Samson Grey is my biological father. Mom had an affair with him and paid him off when she was pregnant with me." Steven only shook his head. "They lied," he said and sighed. "Look, Mom and Dad had a lot of secrets. They told the lies to protect us, but trust me, Benjamin Franklin Steele is your biological father," the older brother told Chris. "I'm not going to tell you all the secrets. You're not ready yet," he said, as if reading his brother's mind. "You'll learn soon, I promise." Chris just looked at Steven, thinking for a moment. "Before I gain this power, do you think you can tell me what it's about, and where exactly we're going to be doing this training at?" He asked, hoping that his brother could at least tell him that. "Fullbring is the technique in which you can pull the soul out of an object, any object, to help you," Steven answered his first question. "When I mean any object, I mean the air, the ground, a chair, a tree, even this water," the older brother explained. "Here, watch," he said, taking the top off the water bottle as it sat on the table. Touching the bottle, the water inside glowed and floated out of the bottle, up, and into Steven's mouth. Chris just sat there, completely surprised. "You can also change the physical appearance of an object that you have a strong connection with," Steven said. "Do you still have that necklace Mom gave you?" He asked. Chris instinctively reached for the necklace, which was a sword with a dragon wrapped around it, which hung from his neck. "Yeah. I never take it off, even when I fight," he answered. "Good. That'll be the key to help you master Fullbring," Steven said. "As for where the training's going to take place, we'll be heading back home, so to speak." Chris raised an eyebrow. "Back home? As in Arizona?" He asked Steven, who nodded. "And how long will this training take place?" "A few months, or however long it'll take you to master it," Steven answered. "Just to let you know, we'll be out in the desert. Also, we really won't have any contact with the outside world while you're training. You do need to focus," he said, leaning back in the chair. "So, if you decide to do this, you might want to tell this girlfriend of yours what's going on," he told his younger brother. Chris sighed, thinking for a moment. "Alright, I'll go. I need to do this," he said. "Just let me give her a call," he said to Steven, who nodded. Taking out his cell phone, he dialed her number. After a few short moments, her machine picked up. Clearing his throat, Chris spoke."Skye, it's me. Something's come up and I have to go away for a while. Don't worry, everything's fine. I think I found a way to protect everyone, protect you, again. It's a long story, and I promise that I'll tell you when I get back. There's one more thing you should know, I won't have any contact with you while I'm away. If this works, then I need to be completely focused on it. I'm sorry. I love you." With those last words, Chris hung up the phone. After getting packed, the two left home for Arizona.----------------------------------Chapter One The plane ride was relatively short, only about 6 hours long. Steven was able to explain that he could move faster, be stronger, through the use of Fullbring. He also explained what his Fullbring was. After arriving in Arizona, the two of them visited their old childhood home in Mesa. It was late, so they stayed there. Steven explained that he had a business out here, buying and selling houses. He was lucky enough to buy their old house when it went up on the market. After having a late dinner, the two went to bed. Early the next morning, the two of them left, heading into the Superstition Mountains. It was ironic that the two were heading into the mountains during the summer. Luckily though at the time (mid-September), the temperatures had started to go down. Still, the brothers had their campsite near water. "So, this is where you're going to be teaching me Fullbring?" Chris asked Steven, who simply nodded. "Okay, how do I go about doing this?" "First, hold the necklace in your hand," Steven answered, watching as his brother took the necklace off and held it in his hand. "Alright, now focus. Listen to the necklace," he said as Chris gave him an odd look. "The necklace represents your past. You said that you had this every time you fought somebody. Use that. Think about your fights, focus on how they made you feel," he told his younger brother. Chris nodded, not sure what else to do. Closing his eyes and gripping the necklace, he thought about all the fights he was in while wearing it. All of the fights came into his mind, all the feeling came through. However, nothing happened.Several hours passed, with nothing happening. Chris was growing frustrated and Steven could tell. "Alright, take a break, get some water," Steven said as Chris let go of the necklace. He knew that it wasn't going to be easy, but he thought that he would've felt something from Chris by now. "When you had your powers before, did you ever feel yourself getting stronger after every fight?" He asked his brother, taking a drink of water. Chris thought for a moment. "Yeah. Every time I fought, it seemed like I was getting stronger," he answered. "Why?" "I think we're going to have to try something new," Steven said, putting down the glass of water, standing up. Once he was up, he weapon, a sword appeared in his hand. Not giving his brother a moment, Steven swung at Chris. "Something new?" Chris asked his brother. However, before he could get an answer, Steven was already attacking him. Jumping back in time, the necklace still in his hand, he looked up at his brother. "What the hell Steven?" He asked, bewildered. Steven didn't answer, and swung again, with Chris dodging once more. "You want to stop me, then show me your Fullbring and defend yourself with it. Feel the necklace's soul," Steven said as he continued to attack. "If you can't do that, then it's pointless and I'll cut you down so you won't be a shame to mom and dad," the older brother said. "Hey, leave our parents out of this!" Chris exclaimed, dodging his brother's attacks. He had a feeling of what Steven was doing, and could tell at the moment, that Steven wasn't going to kill him. However, injure was another thing. It seemed though, that he could dodge him, but just barely. "Come on Chris, show me what you got," Steven said, as he continued to attack. It seemed that Chris was beginning to master the speed aspect of Fullbring. However, as long as he didn't change the necklace, he was still an amateur. Several hours passed and Steven continued to attack with Chris evading. The older brother knew that it was going to take longer than a day in order to manifest the Fullbring. However, he could tell that Chris was a fast learner, and that something was different about him. He knew that this part was getting them nowhere, and would have to up the stakes. "This isn't working," Steven said. "I'm sorry, but it's over. I'm going to kill you, then go after your girlfriend and all the people that you care about," he said as Chris's eyes widened. "After all, if you can't protect them, then who will? Now, goodbye brother!" Steven exclaimed, swinging his weapon once more. Hearing that Steven would kill him, Skye, and all of his friends because he was too weak, made Chris's eyes widen. It wasn't true. He had to do something to stop his brother, to protect the people he cared about. If he couldn't manifest his Fullbring, then he would find another way. He will stop his brother. "No, I won't let you kill them!" He yelled as blue energy surrounded his body and the necklace. Raising his hands up, the necklace suddenly transformed into a dait� (Japanese long sword), with the hilt and the guard the same as the necklace itself. It was then that Steven's weapon came into contact with his, and a small crater formed underneath their feet. Seeing his brother finally manifest his Fullbring, Steven jumped back and smiled. "Good job Chris, you did it," he said as Chris looked up in surprise. Making his weapon disappear, he looked at his brother. "I'm surprised we got that to manifest as quickly as it did. I thought it would have taken at least a week to do so. Mine took almost a month to manifest," he said as Chris started to calm down. Chris was surprised that the necklace turned into a sword as Steven's weapon clashed with his. Listening to his brother, the young man would only look over his new weapon. "How do I change it back?" He asked. "Just focus on it being the necklace," Steven answered as Chris focused for a few moments before it changed back. "As for it turning into the sword, focus on the feeling that you had when you first brought it out. Don't worry about it taking a while, you're not used to it yet. Once you get some more practice, it'll become easier," he told his brother. "Let's call it a night and we'll pick up tomorrow," he said as Chris nodded in agreement. ---------------------------------- Chapter Two A couple of months had passed and it was now towards the end of November. Chris had almost seemed to mastered Fullbring. The only thing left was the speed and strength part of it. The two brothers were sparring, each using their own Fullbring, now fully manifested. Steven had sent a sweeping kick towards his brother, with a green glow behind it. Luckily, Chris was able to dodge it with quite a bit of easy. Steven could tell that Chris was almost ready, he had seen his brother grow stronger each day. One big part of that was a bit of the Superstition Mountains had been blown away, not much, but it was still noticeable. After a bit, they took a break. While they were resting and talking, the two brothers didn't notice the Hydra agents surrounding them. However, when they stepped on a twig, which snapped, the two of them looked up. "Christopher and Steven Steele. Come with us and we won't have to kill you," one of the men ordered. "Really? How the hell did you guys find us?" Chris asked the men. "Actually, more important question. What the hell do you Hydra guys want with me now?" "You've dealt with them before?" Steven asked, glancing over at Chris. "Yeah. They're pretty fucking annoying if you tell me," Chris answered, eyeing up the men. "So, what do you guys want?""You're needed. According to Whitehall, the Diviner has chosen you and you're needed to unlock its secrets for him," the man answered.Chris sighed. "Yeah, we'll pass," he told them. "Now, how about you guys get out of here before we send you packing," the young man said. "Sorry, but I have my orders," the man said and ordered his men after them. That was the last thing the man said, as Chris and Steven started to take them out. As they did, Chris seemed to move a bit faster, as evident by the green glow around his feet. The green glow also occurred around his hands as he punched, sending the men that came into contact with his flying back. Soon, all of the Hydra agents were on the ground, and the two brothers were on the move, as their current basecamp had been compromised. Once they set up their new basecamp, Chris spoke. "I hope this training isn't going to take much longer. If those Hydra agents found us once, they'll do it again," he told Steven. "Don't worry, it's almost done. We have a week, tops," Steven answered. "I promise. Now, let's finish up," he said as the two of them started training once more. ---------------------------------- Epilogue It was mid-December and the two brothers were now done. Chris had now mastered Fullbring, and the two of them headed back towards Mesa, Arizona. On their way out of the desert, a Quinjet began to descend and land in front of them. The two of them were tense. "This isn't Hydra again, is it?" Steven asked his brother. "No, I don't think so," Chris answered. "If it was, then they probably would have shot at us first," he told Steven as the hanger opened up. "Gentlemen, I'm Agent Koenig with S.H.I.E.L.D.," a man said, stepping out from the hanger. "If you don't mind me saying, you two are hard to find," Koenig said. Hearing that Koenig was with S.H.I.E.L.D., Chris relaxed. "Don't worry Steven. Their friends," he told his brother. "So Agent Koenig, what does S.H.I.E.L.D. want with us now?" "There's been an incident in Puerto Rico. Something's happened to Skye," Koenig answered. "Director Coulson wanted me to bring you in," he said, speaking directly to Chris. Chris had met Coulson before. First when Coulson was an agent, then when he became the director of the new S.H.I.E.L.D. He knew that Coulson had doubts when he started dating Skye. However, if something happened, then Coulson would have to bring him in, per Skye's wishes. "What happened?" Chris asked. "I'll let Director Coulson fill you in," Koenig answered. Chris turned to his brother. "Don't worry about it. I'll be fine," Steven said. "Go take care of your girl," he said with a smile. Chris nodded and went into the Quinjet, before it took off, heading back to the new S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters, The Playground. ---------------------------------- After arriving at the Playground, Chris was taken to Coulson and they talked, with Coulson filling him in on what had happened. They were still running tests on her, but they sent her home. Of course, they were keeping an eye on her. "So she's okay? She just has these powers now?" Chris asked Coulson who nodded. "It seemed that the Diviner gave her these powers," Coulson added. "It was lucky that Hydra wasn't able to capture you or your brother. Who knows what it (the Diviner) could have done if it touched you," he said. "Yeah, I guess you can say that," Chris said, relieved that Skye was alright. He was more focused on her than anything else. It seemed that Coulson was reading his mind. "Go home and be with her. She needs you now, more than anything else. It seems like you need to be with her as well," the director said. "Just keep an eye on her. If she can't control her powers, then we'll have to bring her in," he told Chris, who nodded. Standing up, Chris headed towards the door, but stopped. "So about your powers. Are you any closer on getting them back?" Coulson asked the young man."I'm working on it," Chris said, giving Coulson a small smile, before leaving the office and heading back home, to Skye.

Every city had a reputation.  Las Vegas was known as the city for gamblers and drunks, and the occasional weirdo.  New York, of course, was infamous for being what many thought of as the crime center of the world.  Whether the reputation was true or not, or even undeserved, some reputations were irreparable.  And some cities enjoyed glowing recommendations.  Paris was one such city.  Known affectionately as the city of love, many equated Paris with instant amour, instant satisfaction.  And for some, it was an escape from the mundane, and one of the most sought after vacation spots.  Some hid in Hawaii or the Bahamas.  Whitney Collins, the youngest president of Coach Company since its creation, preferred Paris to a crowded island any day.  Of course, one had to ignore the fact that she was from a crowded island.What many didn't know was that it was also her birth place.  She often fibbed and claimed that she was from Manhattan. And in some ways, she was. She was raised there, and had lived there since right before her third birthday.  But Paris was her true home, regardless of what the internet and tabloids believed.  So, in desperate need of a getaway from her stressful life, Whitney had allowed her vice president to take over temporarily, packed her bags, and left New York for her family's chateau in the heart of Paris.  Her pregnancy was nearing its end, and the stress of work, her technical husband's stalking, and more work had driven the beautiful blonde across the Atlantic Ocean.This was her favorite place in the world.  Immediately upon leaving the plane, and arriving at the chateau, Whitney was assaulted with the cacophony of Parisian sounds and the scent of freshly baked bread.  It was a welcome departure from the honking horns and distinctive smog cloud that hovered over Manhattan.  Whitney fell asleep soon after arriving at the chateau, her puppy curled up beside her.  Antoinette, the family's housekeeper, lived at the chateau year-round, keeping it photo-ready and in mint condition.  Whitney slept through much of the following day, but by the night time, she was more than ready for some excitement. She kissed Cocoa goodbye and walked to her favorite cafe.  The owner quickly embraced her, and eventually led her to her usual table.  Whitney had just started to enjoy her salad when someone cleared their throat beside her.Whitney looked up, startled.  There, staring back at her, was someone she thought she would never see again.  From the perfectly silky hair to the ever-perfect body, Whitney instantly recognized the other woman as someone she had only ever seen on her family's vacations to the infamous city.  What were the odds of seeing her again, here, in this moment? For the next several hours, the two women played the catch-up game. After dinner, they walked together along the boardwalk, falling into perfect step like old times. After midnight, and upon reaching the chateau, Whitney invited her to spend the night.  If she was going to return to the place of her birth, she might as well enjoy it with someone she had known since day one.

Back in June when my friend who did Kim Possible passed in rl I incorporated a lot of her storyline into mine. One thing she had made mention of was how a lot not all of the Super Hero rpers can be quite the difficult crowd thinking someone repping a Disney show can't do anything. Well being Kim's Sidekick before taking over as hero. Don't Dis the super genius crime fighter...he can do anything. ;)

In my mind, I'm always thinking. I'm going through different scenario's and outcomes. It's one of the reasons why I'm so quiet at times. Some say I'm fighting with myself internally... going through motions and steps that a lot of people never consider.Yeah, I know, I used to be the open mouth, insert foot type of guy but I guess the old saying is true. People change, even if the outcomes eventually stay the same. Then again, I figure what's the use of fighting for something and losing if you don't at least try for a desirable outcome.Hell, what would the world be like if everyone gave up on a dream? What if I said I won't give up on my dreams even when all the circumstances say, you'll never make it? What would the world be like if we all gave up and fell in line to be like everyone else?The answer is a simple one for me. We would lose our individuality. We would lose what makes us unique. We would turn into lost souls without vision for the future. We would all be the same.When that happens, we would never find our way back. We would lose everything. Our freedom to have a voice. Our motivation to be something we never thought we could be. Our ability to succeed. Our love for life and imagination to climb to new elevations of self worth.So with that said, I am not intimidated. I am willing to bring back a unique perspective of expression and imagination. I am not afraid to step out of the shadows again. I am ready to be me again.I realize some of the things I didn't achieve that I wanted to achieve. I learned from my mistakes and I learned from other people's mistakes. I've learned that I can't change the past and I'll probable stumble in the future. But, I've also learned that I'll never reach my full potential unless I try again. It's time.I am tired of being silent. I am tired of feeling lost in a sea of change. I will stand up again.I must.I can.I will.As long as I breathe, my story will continue.....because it has to.

Good Day.   I will not accept Emma Watson's or other Hermione's as friends, even if you also use another face as well. I do not write out the twin/doppleganger thing. I see no point in allowing those players on my page.   I roleplay as Hermione Jean Weasley (nee Granger). I am not Emma Watson and I am not an acquaintance of hers. She is the face I use as this fictional character from the novels by JK. Rowliing.  I have roleplayed as Hermione since 2005. I read all the novels and saw every film. I am also a member of Pottermore therefore I know Hermione rather well.   I do not accept brothers or sisters as Hermione was an only child. No cousins or lost lost relatives please.  I do not accept twins or mirrors.  Harry Potter is my best friend. Ronald Weasley is my husband. This will only alter in an AU story I choose to write if I choose to write it.  I dated Viktor Krum but it was short lived.   I roleplay after the Battle of Hogwarts or other historical eras. I do not regurgitate trio era stories. I will not roleplay Hermione as a child and I will not roleplay her in any Alternative Universe unless its one of my own creation. The only alternative ending I will write is that Hermione is with a Harry because I believe its what should have happened however I will only write this scenario with a Harry I deem worthy.  I am part of a league of Potter players. I have no need to join any rpg you may own.   Take heed, I do not-- DO NOT take kindly to people, who destroy JK Rowlings beloved characters by making them highly sexualized and or violent in nature. All of a sudden Hermione is not a serial killer and Harry is not a rapist you sick demented piece of garbage. These characters are part of a beautiful series of CHILDREN'S books Whoever decides to destroy that, I will resign myself to abolishing you from my page as I think you are.... as Petunia Dursley would say " A FREAK."  There is a line between complete trash writing for the sake of trash writing and utilizing one's imagination to give more depth to a character. Know the difference.  I do not roleplay with Twilight, Teen Wolf or Vampire Diaries players ever. So I do not add them.  I have children in the canon world of HP - do not make up relatives in order to play with me. I won't accept that nonsense.  I do write original open roles at times, care to rp one, ask me.  I am a well established LITERATE Novella player. Write accordingly or simple point out that it may not be as long as mine but you will try your best to be at least multi-para.  I am an adult  I just love the Potter World. I have played in the realm since MySpace days.  I am here when I am here, Deal with it in your own way. If you cannot wait because you have no life then delete me. I have a life. Replies come in my time frame, not yours.  I loathe negative people. If your life is in such shambles then get up off your duff & change it. Being on roleplayer.me complaining to everyone is not going to change your reality in any way. Be positive. Get motivated and make a change. I do not want to hear your turmoils, crisis or pessimistic outlook on life. I am upbeat and expect to have upbeat, positive, creative, imaginative people on my page. If you ignore me continually I will say something to you whether you want to hear it or not. As my friend I do not sideline you and I expect the same courtesy in return or the friendship can crumble for all I care. Friendship is a two way street. Remember that always when dealing with me. I will not continually do for you when you do nothing in return.  I will reveal no pertinent real life information, so do not ask me. You may not kill my character. You may not rape my character. You cannot use auto-modding or god-modding with me in play. You may not dictate what I say or do or write in a roleplay.      Example: You are some character in Neverland and say to me in the roleplay that all the creatures in Neverland hate you and outsiders. I enter Neverland but it is my perspective that maybe the creatures are just aloof with Hermione or maybe they are unsure of her. Or maybe she is oblivious to their take on her. You MAY NEVER EVER dictate to me what MY PERSPECTIVE is on the surrounding world!!!! Do not steal from me. You request me, say hello for heavens sake and begin a discussion on a story in messages please. Silence will get you nowhere with me fast. Discussions are to be in messages whereas Roleplay is to be in streams or comments only. Over sexualized players who stream their fetishes and sexual escapades in streams will be removed. No Erotica No BDSM No 50 Shades of Smut. You want to be a homosexual Draco, fine by me just be a damn good homosexual Draco or I won't play with you. I will pick my main connections based on the following: activity, writing skills, eloquent behavior, and compatibility with me as a writer. If you become a main, I look upon you as one of my biggest priorities whilst online. Do not sign these rules, then get your panties in a wad because I have others players & stories & real life to tend to, be upfront, do not be a git & just delete me because of your lack of patience or apparent petty jealousy of others I tend to before you. Do not make a page to speak to me then delete it superfast after wards - you look like a thief and a  complete dilbert. I am rather smart and observant you silly little bear. My layout was made by the site known as Vicarious. I make my own images.You must sign my rules or I will refuse to play with you & subsequently delete your rude carcass. Yes that is right even if play commences and you still refuse to sign rules, I reserve the right to renege my story at anytime without warning. Wonder why I am slow in response? This is probably it!*Do not take something from my blogs, stories & posts to make it a page, only to come at me and request my friendship. It will not happen, it does not appease me, it only annoys me and makes me not want to know anything about you, create something yourself please & I will more likely befriend you*To be clear, I play Hermione with several different Harry's or several different Ronald's and so forth. I want everyone to understand this, if I have a main depicted on my page, that means I find this particular player engrossing enough and worthy enough to become my main whoever.. I will play with more than one of each character, however each story I have will completely differ from the others.   -Example: If I rp a love with one Harry, I will not rp a love with a different Harry. If I rp hatred with one Draco I will rp love with another Draco. I do not like to use the same story-lines with every character. I switch it up a great deal and I do this so I won't get bored, uninspired or feel completely tied down to one particular individual. *Rape and Incest have no place in my writing world nor does horrific violence against innocents like children or mentally unstable people, if you feel the absolutely need to write this to me, I will delete you with no warning. I do NOT find it entertaining in the least. If you do, this is not the place for you for I have not even an inkling of tolerance for it.   -In reality I strive to help those who had suffered these occurrences within their real lives, I think if you actually lived through any of these circumstances---you would not so easily make a mockery of it and/or continue to glorify it.*Do not ask me to make a Discord for chatting purposes, its distracting and a time waster to me. If you cannot message me for story line discussions then we can pass on writing with one another all together.There are also specific characters that I do not wish to write with so they will not be added.  This pertains to any face claims I cannot stand as well. For clarification purposes, I do not post little novelettes in bulletins. Likely I will showcase one sample. It is NOT a drabble I repeat NOT a drabble. Its a sample PERIOD. Drabbles should be less than 100 words by definition, if they are not then it is not a drabble! The whole notion behind a drabble is to see if you as a writer can condense your writing but still convey meaning.I send introductory comments as I can, if this displeases you I would not know this especially when you entire profile and blog is BLANK. I do not want to be bitched at over it, either respond or do not respond. Failure to respond in a reasonable amount of time will result in your dismissal from my page. If I am courteous to you and your rules, do the same for me. This I cannot see your blogs is total rubbish and its not in my character to sign rules is also garbage! You as a WRITER should be courteous enough to a fellow writer. Its also called being a HUMAN BEING! If you tell me you signed rules and did not and we start a rp and I realize it. I reserve the right to remove you at any time. No questions asked.I will never ship Hermione and Draco or Hermione and Snape, those are just too off the wall for me.  I do things out of kindness. I sign rules and make nice HP edits for people. I do this to be friendly and courteous, that is all. Do not read into it.Hermione does have a main love interest that has been in play for an extensive time. Trent is a main connection and that probably will never change. Do not be petty and jealous about it. It is tiresome. He isn't going anywhere, anytime soon. It does not mean that I cannot write with your character. So CHILL.Do not attack my friends. Most likely you will regret it.As it is I have never come across any Weasley -Ron, Hugo, Rose, Molly or Ginny that has written well or been worth my time. If it does not change soon, I may be forced to write the family (Rone, Rose & Hugo specifically) out of my story. This does not mean I do not know canon HP, it means I am sick of having no luck with these characters and to make inspiration flow properly I may need to rid myself of them. It may happen, it may not but know I am not an idiot.Thanks,      Hermione Jean

*Literacy is a big thing with me. The occasional accident is fine, as we are all just human and can't be perfect. However, make it a habit and you're on your way to being deleted.*I prefer para. Don't count on me ever replying to a one-liner unless I am in an amazing mood. If you can keep me entertained with a multi-para, you are on your way to becoming one of my favorite people.  *Do NOT God-mode my character. A very good friend of mine OOC wrote the series he appears in and I know for a fact you haven't read it, so do not ever pretend to know Jakob more than I do.*Do NOT tell me what my character can and can't do, or what he will or won't do. Like I said, you don't have the knowledge to back up anything you try.*I like to RP in the third person. I don't like seeing - or * to clarify actions. I RP as if I'm writing a book. (If we're just getting to know each other, I'll RP first person, but once we're past the greetings and such, I will change it. If you don't go along, I will stop talking to you.)* Jakob and I are not the same person, so don't get mad at me for something Jake says or does  (yes, I am aware I control him, but I play him as he was created).* I do prefer to RP through messages, as it is easier for me, but I'll cooperate if you RP through comments. I don't keep all the comments people send me, only the ones I like. However, if it takes more than a day for me to reply to your comment (and I haven't told you my reply will be delayed) it is likely I didn't hit "send comment" the second time, so remind me and I'll get back to you. But if you're an ass about it, consider our RP over.*I don't deal with idiots. Incest, rape, abuse. If you put up with any of those through your character, I will delete you as a friend. Got it? Yes, Jakob comes from a dark background, but that was not in an RP, that's in the books themselves.*I don't care if our opinions differ on numerous things RL, if you start arguing with me and trying to make me change my mind, I will delete you.*I don't add just to have a high number of friends. Either talk to me or get deleted*If your character can turn into an animal, well that's awesome for you. But do NOT become an animal for any more than ONE reply to me. If your character is still in animal form by the second reply, and doesn't have the ability to talk, I will let you know that  you don't know how to RP properly and that I will be deleting you. Even if they can talk, there better be a damn good reason as to why they're still an animal.*If you are RPing as a character from a TV show, book, or movie and I see that you have completely changed their character (turned them bi, lesbian, or gay) I will not  RP with you; you have to be pretty damn special for me to actually do so. For example. if you are a Twilight RPer and have changed who they are dating (aka instead of Alice with Jasper, she's now with Emmett or someone and so on), I will also not RP with you.* If you see these lovely marks //, that means I am talking OOC. So, when you don't see them, that means it's Jakob talking. Please don't be that person who thinks creator and character are one in the same and get pissy RL over something Jake did.*The name is Jakob. Not Jacob and not Jake unless you are one of his best friends. But how about you wait for me to tell you that you are before just assuming the two characters are close.*I do work RL from 5am-1pm, Arizona time (look it up if you want to know our time difference). I don't reply while at work. I may open messages and read them so I can think through how I'd like to respond when I get home, but you will not get a reply until after 1pm (or, if I have enough time before work, you might get one before 5am). *I can not be here ALL the time, so just be patient with me and I will return the favor when you need it.Please sign below with the following:*The year you started RPing*Favorite band*Any place in the world you would like to visit*A picture or gif (or, if you're mobile and/or have a temperamental computer, please tell me your favorite Harry Potter spell)*subject to change without notice*

I DISLIKE PUSHY PEOPLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Christmas was only a couple of weeks away.  Busy shoppers swarmed the streets, frantically searching for the perfect gift for everyone they knew.  The radio and television played nothing but holiday jingles, and parents fought with schools over politically correct newsletters. It was the Christmas season, but how dare they refer to it as anything but the holidays? That offended them, after all.  For some people, Christmas was a time to relax, to snuggle up by the fire with a steaming mug of cocoa in one hand and a peppermint stir-stick in the other.  For others, it was time to do all of that, but with their work laptop in their laps.  Thus was the case for Whitney Collins, who had seriously debated buying a bed for her office. The blonde sat in her favorite arm chair, legs swung over the cushy arm, eyes focused on the scene outside her enormous window. Her office section of the apartment was deliberately situated in a way that allowed her to stare out the window for hours on end.  The sight usually included bustling shoppers and the occasional parallel parking disaster.  But this morning was greeted with something new. The lush snow outside had fallen for two straight days, blanketing the city in a flurry of snowflakes and blinding whiteness.  It was, in a word, beautiful.  But Whitney was distracted from her adoration by a sudden yip at her feet. Her puppy, Cocoa, jumped into her lap, tail wagging, ears pricked. "What's the matter, princess?" Whitney cooed.  Then she remembered.  Cocoa hadn't had her treat yet.As if sensing her thoughts, the puppy glanced towards the cookies and milk on the table beside the chair.  Whitney giggled. "Well, who wants a yucky biscuit when you can have a chocolate cookie?" she asked, breaking a cookie into tiny pieces and holding one to her puppy's lips. She slid another piece into her own mouth, allowing the chocolate to dissolve on her tongue. Cocoa finished her piece quickly, panting heavily and begging for another. "Okay, one more, Piglet," Whitney allowed, offering her one more piece.  She scratched the puppy between her ears, smiling. "Maybe Santa Claus will bring you some new treats, honey. I agree. Those biscuits from that new puppy store look quite disgusting."They were interrupted by a buzz from her callbox.  Whitney gently set Cocoa on the floor, petting her for a moment before closing her laptop and responding to the call with instructions for the visitor to be allowed up. Pausing to inspect her reflection in the closest mirror, Whitney adjusted her black sweater dress and matching thigh-high boots, pulling her long blonde curls over each shoulder. She knew she was hot; it wasn't arrogance if it was true.  A knock on the door made her jump. Whitney walked over to it, glancing up at the mistletoe hung above the door frame. A wry smile tugged at her lips. She had put it there as a joke with herself, but maybe she would actually enjoy a kiss under there. When she saw the handsome man on the other side of her door, her guest for the night, Whitney decided that maybe was out of the question. She would get more than a kiss under that mistletoe. 

STARTERS:RIDDLE ME THISREPLIES:WIND UP BARDTIRELESSMONAH DOVAH

(ooc: I wish to first off thank, ☢Doc ℬanner☢, ✗betty, and ℬerserker ℛage� (who was roleplaying Viper at the time), for the inspiration to set things in motion for me. I'm referring to the wedding between Bruce and Betty when Hydra attacked. Second, this is the first short story for my character, which will propel my own character arc, and won't affect any roleplays. However, if you wish to incorporate it into our roleplays, then let me know and we'll do so. I will be doing a few short stories for this, but I still don't mind roleplaying with you all. Anyway, if you have any questions, comments, shoot me a message. Enjoy.)PowerlessHydra, finally having the forces, finally attacked. Even though they were thwarted by Captain America and Black Widow, they wanted to take out the Avengers once and for all. Outside of New York City was the battleground and it seemed like the odds weren't in the Avengers' favor. However, they didn't give up, they kept fighting. Fighting alongside the Avengers was the newly rebuilt S.H.I.E.L.D. with Phil Coulson as the Director. A brown haired, brown eyed young man was fighting alongside them as well. The young man was targeted by Hydra as he had the potential power to take them down, and they wanted to eliminate him as soon as possible. His name, Christopher Douglas Steele.One of Hydra's leaders was Shingen Harada II, also known as the current Silver Samurai. Shingen, or Shin, as he preferred to be called, was tasked to kill Chris Steele. He and Chris had fought several times, with Chris always defeating him and calling him a "wannabe samurai". This irritated Shin and he vowed to kill Chris once and for all. The two were currently locked in battle as Hydra's forces surrounded the other Avengers, their swords clashing, blocking and attacking. It seemed that they're evenly matched, but Shin had other plans."Is that the best you have Shin?" Chris asked as their swords clashed once more. "Because if it is, you're just a wannabe samurai. Your father would be ashamed of you," he said, mocking the illegitimate son of the original Silver Samurai, Kenuichio Harada."Shut up! I will kill you!" Shin yelled, frustrated that he was losing."Then do it," Chris said, not knowing that Shin was actually going to do it.In a split second, a second energy sword appeared from the Silver Samurai armor, and pierced Chris's gut. Shin had did it, pulled a near-fatal blow against the young man. Suddenly coughing up blood, Chris stumbled back, letting go of his own sword and falling down onto the ground. Normally he would have healed, but the energy sword was still in him, preventing him from healing. Coughing up blood still, he looked up, seeing Shin standing over his body, his own sword in his enemy's hand. "And now you'll die by your own sword. Goodbye!" Shin exclaimed as the last thing he remembered before his eyes closed.(Flashback)After finally dealing with his inner demon, or his inner hollow, Chris's power greatly increased. However, he still faced opponents who were stronger than him. After being nearly killed several times, he decided to meditate, in hopes to find his own strength."So Chris, we're finally speaking. You seem to be using my power quite a bit. Does that mean you're not powerful on your own, that you need my power just to win against your enemies?" A voice echoed from Chris's subconscious."I don't need your power, hollow. I can become stronger on my own, without your help," Chris growled, having a feeling that his hollow was right, that he needed his power to become stronger. He needed the power to protect the people that he cares for and loves."Yeah right," the voice echoed with a small laugh. "You need my power. Tell you what, let's make a deal. All you have to do is get rid of your other powers and only accept mine. You also have to accept death," the voice said to Chris. "So, is it a deal?"(End Flashback)Strength. He didn't have it then and he didn't have it now. He needed it now more than ever. If he didn't have it, then he would die, and so would his friends, his family, the people that he cared about. He thought about Skye, his new girlfriend. He needed strength in order to protect her, to protect them all."So Chris, do we have a deal then?" The voice echoed from Chris's subconscious. "Remember, if you do this, you'll be willing to give up all of your other powers and only accept mine. You'll also accept death," the voice told him.He had no other choice. If it meant saving the people he cared about, then he was going to do it. "Deal."The voice seemed to give the sound of a smirk. "A deal's a deal. Here's my power!" The voice exclaimed.Just then, a bright light surrounded Chris's body and energy seemed to explode from him, knocking Shin, and several other Hydra soldiers back.----------------------------------After a few moments, the light began to fade and Chris stood there, apparently alive and well. However, instead of wearing his normal clothes, he was wearing a tattered, white Shihakushō (Garment of Dead Souls), and a black undergarment underneath. In addition to his new attire, Chris's left hand was engulfed with green energy of sorts (either mystical or cosmic), that took the form of blade extruding from the hand. With Shin and the Hydra agents temporarily knocked unconscious, the young man turned and disappeared.(Color scheme slightly changed, with white and black being the prominent colors.)Moving at high speeds, almost as fast as the mutant, Quicksilver, Chris appeared before Clint Barton and Natasha Romanoff, who were trying to fight off Hydra soldiers. Without a word, he swung his left arm, sending out an energy wave, knocking out the soldiers. The two Avengers were confused at what just happened. Before they could say anything, he took off once more.Reappearing next to Thor, the two of them attacked simultaneously, with Chris's energy wave and Thor shooting the soldiers with his lightning. Once they were done, Thor turned to young man. "I do not know what has happened to you, Christopher Steele, but you have my thanks," the God of Thunder said. Chris just nodded before taking off once more.Reappearing up in the air this time, near where Tony Stark, also known as Iron Man, was busy attempting to take out Hydra aircraft, Chris let out another energy wave from his left hand, destroying many, but not all of the aircraft, as Tony was finishing them off. "Don't know what's going on, but thanks kid," the billionaire said through his armor. Tony wasn't one for saying thanks a whole lot, but the young man didn't mind this time. Giving Tony a silent nod, he disappeared once more.It didn't take him long to reach Steve Rogers, also known as Captain America. The man out of time was doing well against Hydra, as he had fought them before. However, it seemed that Cap was about to ambushed from behind. Luckily, the young man arrived just in time, slicing them with his energy blade. Steve was surprised to see Chris like this, but was grateful that he had been saved. "Thanks Chris," Steve said, before the young man took off to help out the Hulk.Luckily for Chris, the Hulk, or in his human form, Dr. Robert "Bruce" Banner, was handling the Hydra soldiers with ease. By the time the young man arrived, most of the soldiers that were attacking, were either knocked out or had taken off due to their fear. He was about to leave and take on Hydra's leader, when the Hulk, still enraged, threw a punch at him. Reaching up with his right hand, Chris simply caught it and held onto the Hulk until he calmed down enough not to take another swing at him.Once the Hulk had calmed down enough, Chris let go of his hand. "Hulk thank Steele Man," the Hulk said as the other Avengers gathered around."Hydra's retreating, for now," Tony said, landing his armor on the ground next to Hulk. "If you hadn't helped out back there, then things would've gone badly. Is there anything we can do to repay you?" Tony asked, looking at Chris.Hearing that the threat was now gone, and he had saved his friends, Chris was relieved. When Tony asked if they was anything they could do for him, he nodded his head. "Yeah, you can save me," the young man said, as he suddenly fell forward, unconscious. His clothes and the energy had dissipated from his body. Hulk quickly grabbed his body. The Avengers were surprised and confused at what had happened. For now, it looks like it was their turn to save him.----------------------------------EpilogueIt had been a few days since the attack on the Avengers. S.H.I.E.L.D. had slipped back into the shadows for the time being, after observing everything that had happened. Chris on the other hand, was in a hospital room in Stark Tower. He was alive, but in a coma. Both Bruce and Tony had been working around the clock on trying to figure out what exactly had happened to him. After not getting anywhere, they called in Dr. Hank McCoy, an authoritative figure on the X-Gene, and an X-Men himself, as Chris was a mutant, Dr. McCoy was the best person to figure out this mystery."I'm not entirely sure how to explain it," Dr. McCoy said, as he, Tony, and Bruce were in Chris's room. "It seems that his X-Gene has been altered, almost being destroyed," the blue furred beast said, examining the scans through his glasses."Does that mean his powers are gone?" Bruce asked curiously, examining the scans as well."Yes. It seems that they're gone for good," Dr. McCoy answered. "Unfortunately, I don't believe there's a way to reverse the process either," he told the two."Yeah, I figured I was going to lose my powers," Chris said as he slowly sat up in bed. "After all, I did make a deal with the devil so to speak," the young man said as the others listened to him speak. "It was the price I had to pay in order to protect my friends," he said, looking down for a moment."Don't worry Chris, we'll help you get through this," Bruce said, placing a reassuring hand on the young man's shoulder."Thanks Bruce, but I'm going to have to get used to being normal," Chris said, looking up at the three of them. Normal.----------------------------------A few weeks had passed and after being medically cleared to leave, Chris returned home to get used to a normal life. One morning, after making himself some coffee and about to watch the morning news, there was a knock on his door. Wondering who would come to see him, with the exception of Skye, the young man went over and opened up the door. He was surprised to see who was on the other side. "Steven?" Chris asked, completely surprised to see the man there."Hey there brother," Steven said, looking at Chris. "I heard about what happened, with you losing your powers and all," he said. "I think I can help you get them back. That is, if you're willing to let me help you."