Fragility of the Mind

"Mmmmm..."
Alevon shakes his head, turning back to Yia. For whatever reason, his eyes are a pinkish-red color

...don't worry sweety, I won't

He thinks to Yia....but oddly, his thoughts sound like that of a female's voice

Invasion of privacy... Yia says his eyes growing wide.

What?

He thinks back, looking at Yia, wide-eyed as well. His thoughts still sound like a girl's

Never mind... Yia hits his forehead.

...awww, you shouldn't hit yourself, you're too cute to be hitting yourself like that, silly

He thinks to him, smiling with his eyes closed

(if the text is pink, it's a girl's voice.)

Alevon's eyes shift back to normal

...don't worry, I won't kill any of them...though I feel like it....

Alevon looks forward again

...hmmm...deja vu`....

Emir was smoking, sitting down next to WADE. he was putting the ash into a tea cup that someone dropped when running away from the battle. Nicole, putting her head on his shoulder, kept looking at the sky.

"Why you keep looking at the sky?" He asked, puffing more smoke.

"Don't know, it kinda amazes me that the clouds make great shapes even if this place turns into a nightmare." She chuckled.

"True true." Emir mumbled, tapping the cigarette on the cup. "Wonder where's Udo and TK.....Pssh, you gotta be kidding.."

"What?"

"This is just a guess, alright? What about that Udo trying to get on with TK?"

"Huh...It is possible." Nicole replied, coughing.

"I KNOW RIGHT?" He exclaimed, smoke lingering near his face. "It's either that Udo is totally got game or maybe this generation's 'WO'men is attracted to German dudes with canes and a petrified leg."

Nicole shrugged, waving the smoke away. "Perhaps."

"Perhaps indeed." He nodded, spitting out the cigarette. "Maybe you like him..."

"No I don't!" Nicole said, blushing.

"Really?" Emir quirked his brow, straighting his tie. "I'm just seeing if I'm right on the generation part."

"You're absolutely not, Sir!" Nicole yelled, pointing at him. "I like uh....someone else."

Emir stared at her for a few moments then just shrugged. "Then beats me. Your choice and all."

"Indeed, it is my choice. Or I will pop a cop on you." Nicole smiled.

"HEY..That's my line."

"I do have a gun..."

"Plausible. Man, Wish I had..."

"A Penthouse Suite and a thousand girlfriends?" She asked, laughing.

"Perhaps, But I rather settle with one you know." Emir replied, chuckling. "I like to settle down believe it or not."

"YOU?" Nicole yelled at him again, standing up. "You settling down? That's a laugh."

"Yea yea, My first plan to do when the Pits fell was to live in the nature in some small cottage. Just nature all around for me every day ya know?" Emir said quietly, twiddling his thumbs. "But being realistic, I had to go back. To get answers."

"Which explains why you're here right now."

"That, and I miss pestering my old friends." He smiled. "Though I'm trying to find someone to settle down with."

"Really? With all this Masterminds stuff along the way?" She said, tilting her head.

"Yea I guess." Emir shrugged. "So be honest, who is this person who have a crush on?"

"Why should I tell you?"

"WELL, I did shot you."

"That is irrelevant. "

"You're IRRELEPHANT."

"Nice wordplay, and I won't tell you. Never....You'll see." She said, giggling.

"Fien." Emir said, giving up already and stand up walking around WADE.

Alevon swallows hard as a drop of sweat rolls down his cheek

...I have to.....I have to.......I can't.....but I have to......

He thinks, looking at the bystanders once more

....I have to find someone......I can.........avicerate....

"Whoa!" Leana cried, taking note of the flickering lights and other things that were happening inside WADE. She then turned to Samantha, asking what was going on before she noticed what happened.

"Oh shit..." She was about to run over and ask if she was alright but stopped. If Samantha wanted to make a call, then she wasn't about to get in the way.

"Gabrielle, what happened with the hunk of metal outside?" she asked, turning to her friend.

Alevon slowly straightens his body, his mind going silent, and his body going motionless as he observes the people in the crowd. He lets his eyes droop partially shut, and he gradually eases his gaze to his right hand, as he holds it up to his face, observing the palm and its various lines. Simultaneously, he raises his hand and his vision to the sky, putting his hand between the sun and his eyes, creating a shadow upon his face, his eyes gently holding themselves open just enough to see, his palm facing the sun as if to grab it. He slowly lowers his hand and his vision back to the position he had held before, looking at his palm as if looking inside himself. He lowers his hand back to his side and looks back to the crowd, his eyes fading to their normal red color as opposed to their odd mix of red, blue, and cyan.
“What am I doing…”
He says to himself, thinking back, playing the memories in his head of the reunion with his teammates.

“I’ve lost myself. I’ve abused the trust my friends so kindly gave me. I’ve manipulated so much, and have lost sight of truth. I’ve squandered my gifts…the gifts of these powers…so many people have so little, and I’ve had so much…but I failed to see it. I’ve taken my powers for granted.”
He flexes his hand, clenching it into a fist and relaxing it.

“Lives are precious, and they should never be viewed as anything but. I’ve destroyed so many, all in the hopes of a brighter future…I’m such an anti-hero.”
Alevon smiles to himself.

“I keep trying to change myself, but things always happen to bring the demons back out again. I hate who I am, and I always try to change it, always failing.”
Alevon looks back to the sky, at the fluffy clouds overhead.

“Perhaps…maybe I’m not perfect, maybe I should stop trying to be…maybe I should just live for once. Hmmmph…how interesting…live my entire life to the dedication of becoming powerful enough to bring peace by force, only to realize many years down my life that that’s not the way to do it…you don’t make progress that way, progress is something that makes itself…you just have to be willing to do what’s right.”
Alevon looks back to the crowd, at Wade, then at the others standing about.

“I accept who I am now…I accept that I’m not the hero I wanted to be…and I accept the fact that I am not perfect.”
He grips his shirt at the chest quickly, looking forward with determination.

“I am Alevon Drey!”
His shirt is ripped from his chest, burning a bright orange in little patches as its fabric is disintegrated, his tattooed torso no longer being covered. Alevon holds the shirt and watches it burn, destroying the very suit he had worked hard to perfect, the physical boundary between he and reality. Once the entire shirt is burned away, he puts his fingers to his eyes, and removes the contacts he had been wearing, they too, burning away.
He mutters, a little quietly:
“…and I always will be.”

He looks forward, staring off into the distance for a few moments before looking at the ground.
“I know what I must do now…no more of this pitiful nonsense I keep spatting out…no more lies…no more tears…”
Alevon stands for a moment, looking at his feet in silence before taking his shoes and socks off, standing barefoot in the grass. He moves his toes around, feeling the sensation of the grass, allowing the air to cool his previously constricted feet.
“You know…I suppose TK did have it right all along. It does feel good to go barefoot.”

He sits down slowly, and lets his hands prop him up as he leans back a bit, stretching his legs out for the first time in awhile. He lets out a small sigh and shuffles his feet around in the grass.

“…nice and cool…”
He closes his eyes and leans his head back

“So calm…”
Alevon tilts his head forward once more and looks around, a bit of his hair falling in front of his face. He looks at it and gently grabs a little more, holding it in front of his eyes. There was a small cluster of grey, silver hairs mixed in with the black majority. Alevon smiles to himself a little in amusement.

“…Well then”
He lets go of his hair, letting it hang freely once more before setting his hand back on the grass, letting the sun shine down upon him.

After a minute or so, WADE disappeared, and Alevon looks over to where it used to be.
…I wonder if that was Samantha’s doing…

(Probably tiring to have two epiphanies one after the other, but...)

"It died."

Gabrielle mulled over the past events, freshly burned into her memory. "Just fell to the ground. WADE delivered the killing blow." Her voice was toneless. There was disappointment that she had been a mere distraction.

Until recently, she had thought she was all alone. The person she could most relate to was Tim, the element of darkness. She felt dark, a shadow of her former self. It all changed. People like her existed, and they were not her uncle, and they were not there to kill her. She felt like she finally belonged to a group. And that group wasn't the one she had in front of her eyes.

She felt like she could rule the world if she tried hard enough. And she saw her mysterious Alpha knight beside her. Gabrielle whistled under her breath.

"I-I have to go again. Where in the world are we?" Gabrielle leaned on the guardrail in the giant robot, and gripped her temples. It felt wonderful to be in the dark again, but she had to leave it once more. To turn herself in.

Raine stared at the spot where WADE had been moments earlier. She muttered under her breath, standing up and brushing off the gravel that had painfully dug into her knees and shins. She looked around and tried to take in everything that had happened but she couldn't stop thinking about what that man, Samuel, had said to her.

"I'm a good friend of Alevon's working for the Masterminds. He has great plans. Great plans indeed. But now I must go, have any questions ask him."

A dull fire that resided inside Raine suddenly roared to life as she remembered her reason for wanting to find the Masterminds. Her anger seemed to grow with every step she took as she strided toward where Alevon sat. When she got over to him, she crossed her arms over her chest, not even bothering to cover up her emotions.

"Nice little burnin' up the shirt show there but I'm more interested in asking you a couple of questions than finding out where you got your tatts." she looked at his torso where his tattoos spread across his skin. She paused, an awkward smile gracing her lips as she added, "if you'll answer my questions that is."

Emir was not surprised of WADE disappearing abruptly, though this thought was sidetracked of Alevon's shirt disintegrating and walked to Alevon and Raine, asking. Nicole being too amazed of what WADE actually did.

"Indeed, perhaps a masochist got to you?" He asked, also curious of Alevon's tatoos.

He continues to sit in the grass, looking over at Emir and Raine...a completely different look in his eye, compared to the usual look of a bloodthirsty animal.
It takes a moment for the question to sink into his mind, he seemed to be in his own little world almost.
"Yes?"
He says to Raine

Raine took note that Alevon looked like he was on a trip of some sort. The vacant look to his eyes was noticeable and Raine was a little puzzled, even put off by this. Alevon didn't seem the same as usual, which put her on the defensive. She let her arms drop to her sides and she ever so slightly widened her stance, trying to take on a more ready-posture.

"Well, your good friend Samuel, who decided to grace us with his appearance with a freakishly tall man-thing, might I add, told me that you have plans? And something to do with the Masterminds?" An aggitated smirk was set on her full lips as she waited for Alevon to answer her.