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Shade trudged along the street as quickly as possible. With his powers nullified, he would be unable to make it quicker anywhere. He could feel something hot moving through his veins, making it harder to walk each step. But he had to act fast. He guessed Benedict would leave the place as a sign to flee danger, so there were only two options: through car to avoid suspicion, or through an airplane to get away quicker. Of course, taking a bus might be optional, but he knew and maybe Benedict also knew that he would run out of money, forcing him to walk and leaving him exposed. Shade summed up that taking a car would also cost money, and using all your money to cross the country quickly would be easier. Shade smiled and headed toward the airport.

As he entered, he felt like lava was pulsing inside him, and it was agonizing to even stand still. He'd prefer to roll in agony than stay up on two feet. Then he saw him. Benedict was already asking for a flight. Shade tried calling out to him, but only a grunt came out. Shade limped toward him, almost dragging his whole body. Shade tackled Benedict to the ground, trying to hold him in his weak state. "You have to help me." he grunted in pain. He already felt huge beads of sweat on his forehead. "Please, I need your help."

Jenny looked around. "Well, we need to scout the area and make sure that nobody suspicious is nearby." she turned to Jacob. "If you can give people headaches, that means that you have a way into people's minds. Is it possible to read people's minds to see their intentions?"

Warp stepped into a large square room. All along the walls were different assortments of guns, all mostly coming from between 1980 and 2008. Warp looked around for a second. "Wow, no one's restocked the gunstore." He prodded around in the desks pushed against the walls, searching for something. "Ah ha!" he exclaimed, pulling out a box from under one of the desks. He set it on an old dusty one, pulling it open and smiling at the contents. "Phil," he called, making Phil jump when inspecting a modded Ruger MP9. "Phil, go grap that thing over there." he ordered, pointing to a nick in the wall with a large piece of metal. Phil went over and pulled at the metal. Suddenly a compartment in the wall opened, revealing a large rocket launcher almost as tall as Phil. "Woah!" Phil gaped, grabbing at it and running to Warp with it. Warp grabbed it carefully, then gently pulled out a large rocket from the box, making sure it would fit inside the huge launcher. Then he smiled, put the rocket back, packed up the box and slung the launcher over his shoulder, looking around. Then he turned his attention to Shadow. "Hey, carry these upstairs, please." he said, holding out the box and the launcher. Phil laughed and grabbed all sorts of guns he liked; he pulled off a lever-action .22, a semi-automatic S&W, and a large knife with a blade twice the length of his hand. "This is awesome!" he exclaimed gleefully.

Jenny smiled. "That's great!" she exclaimed. She looked around for a moment. "Well, let's get going then. We might as well go start sightseeing while looking out for trouble." ((That's all I got XD))

Shade coughed and sputtered for a moment, rolling off of Benedict. "I need... an antidote...." he wheezed. "You're.... my only hope...." Shade puffed and wheezed on the ground before he was able to get up to a kneeling position. Many people were looking anxiously, most of them calling 911 already. The airport attendants stood there awkwardly, not knowing what to do. Shade felt like he was burning inside of his own skin, in which his skin had already become numb from pain. His muscles were stiff, and breathing became a hastle. As Shade thought more, he knew that Berra would be laughing at his pitiful state, once being a powerful special, the next a scrap of burning meat on the ground. Shade looked up pleadingly at Benedict. At least this man didn't know he tried to kill him; that wouldn't have gone down well.

Shock, Zip, and Mark were walking down a simple street with cobblestone walkways and simple redbricked apartments and stores. Shock finally stopped at one of them. "sopravvivenza e medici." Shock read. "Let's take a look inside." Shock replied to Mark and Zip, all of them walking into the shop. All around them were all sorts of different survival tools and belts. Mark looked around casually. The air conditioning was soothing, but someone had turned it on full blast, giving him goose bumps. Zip looked around and smiled. There were 24 hour to 72 hour kits, survival straps, SOS bars, space blankets, heat pads, and other amazing things. Shock studied everything approvingly. "Alright guys, grab one 72 hour kit for everyone in the group, and then some." Mark and Zip both nodded, heading toward the backpacks that were the kits. Shock went over and studied some sturdy backpacks, checking content storage and such. Mark pulled the packs over to Shock, his hands completely full along with his mouth. Shock turned around to see him. "Didn't Zip want to help?" he asked. Mark grunted, pointing toward the girl's bathroom. Shock laughed. "Alright, let's go cash in our things."

As soon as they had finished packing the last kits into huge plastic bags, they headed toward a food store, where they begged Shock to buy them both Snickers bars. Suddenly Shock stopped them in front of a clothing store. "Say, what do you say we get ourselves some decent clothes?" Shock asked. Zip squealed, running in, Mark following a little slower.
Shock sighed, following inside the aire conditioned and well-lit store. He could see Mark mischeviously hiding in the middle of the hangers like a 5 year old and Zip looking at pretty dresses, trying to see if they'd fit her.

Mark made his way through the clothing, pulling out a white and black striped zip up hoodie and a blue shirt with a design of wind and a dragon in the wind. Mark looked at his own clothing. He realized how filthy he looked and how his clothes were on the verge of just falling off. Mark went into a changing room and tried them on, along with dark blue jeans with a lighter blue color fading into the knees. Then he continued to look through all different sorts of clothing, mostly lounging around and hanging near Zip as she picked out random shirts or jeans. Mark watched as Zip smiled at a pretty pink shirt with a thin hood mostly for style. He didn't know why, but he couldn't help taking his eyes off her. There was something about her, something... different. Mark thought instantly of his girlfriend back at home. Zip and I are just friends, Mark told himself assuringly. They couldn't possibly be more than friends. Zip turned towards Mark and smiled, holding up the shirt to her torso. "How does it look?" she asked. Mark smiled. "It'll look great on you." he replied. She smiled wider and walked to the dressing room.

As Mark watched her walk off, he felt a sense of longing. He knew he wanted more.
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As Shock, Zip, and Mark headed home in their new clothes- Shock in a studded leather trenchcoat and black pants with yellow seams and a yellow shirt, Zip in a bright yellow T-shirt and bright blue jeans, and Mark in his new jacket, shirt and pants- with the other's clothing dangling from their arms, they heard an explosion. Shock looked around hurriedly, trying to figure out who had caused it. Mark looked to see some smoke coming from their apartment complex. Zip looked at Mark with alarm. Instantly Zip and Mark dropped the bags they were carrying and started running forward, Zip grabbing Mark instantly flying through the air at great speeds until they stopped in front of the restaurant. Smoke billowed over the sooty blues and yellows and reds of the restaurant, fire pouring out like water. Zip sighed with relief. Only the restaurant was being burned, and the restaurant wasn't much of the building. Then suddenly Zip yelled out a familiar name.

"Lexal!" she screamed into the flames, but no answer came. Mark stood in silent horror. Lexal was inside when they left! Finally Zip started tearing up, her voice growing hoarse. Mark came over and gave Zip a hug as she knelt down on the ground. Shock appeared a little later around the corner, appauled at the scene. Soon fire trucks came from the corner, along with ambulances and policemen. Firemen finally put out the blaze, some of the inspectors coming out of the restaurant and talking to Shock. Shock nodded and went over to Zip and Mark, Zip regaining to her feet. Shock looked at them hesitantly. "There were no traces of Lexal." he responded. Zip and Mark both looked at each other. "What does that mean?" Mark inquired. Shock shrugged, looking around. "He could be anywhere."