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 Alexander Patron strolled down the alley, a cigarette dangling from his lips. He took a drag, looked up and exhaled. The moonlight filtered through the cloud of smoke, and fell on his icy blue eyes. He sighed, looked down, and continued on his way, brushing his jet black hair from his eyes to see better. His light skin “ glowed in the dark ”, if he asked Lamont. *And that ’ s why I never ask Lamont about anything serious. * At 5 ’ 7, he didn ’ t exactly tower over people, with his height or personality. 
 “ Where you goin ’, boy? ” Alex felt someone step out from behind him, and mentally sighed. 
 “ I said, where you goin ’, Boy? ” Someone cocked a gun, “ This is Viceroy turf. You ’ re trespassing. ” 
 Alex turned around, and smirked. “ Did you buy it? Did you legally purchase the land from the city? No? Then it ’ s not yours. ” 
 “ Man you got some kinda lip. You know what this is? ” The Viceroy waved the gun in Alex ’ s face, and the hard steel glinted. 
 “ Yeah, a Desert Eagle. Good luck hitting anything with it. ” 
 “ Watchoo talkin bout?! This thing leaves a nice big- ” 
 “ You ’ ve never shot it. ” Alex dropped his cigarette, grabbed another one from his pack and lit it. He took a drag, grinning at the gangster whose most noticeable feature was the brown and orange bandanna tied around his neck. 
 “ Course I done shot it. I put some good holes in some Kings and some OG ’ s. ” 
 “ Nu-uh. ” Max waved a finger admonishingly, “ You ’ ve never shot it before. If you had, you ’ d know that it was a fifty caliber and you ’ d be holding it with two hands. As it is you ’ re only holding it with one. ” 
 “ I- ” 
 “ Screw off. I ’ m not in the mood to get into a confrontation. ” 
 “ There ain ’ t gon na be no “ confrontation ”, boy!! You gon ’ give me your money and then you gon beg me not to shoot you! ” He gripped the gun with two hands now, and Alex suppressed a laugh. 
 “ I doubt that ’ s gon na happen. Look, I ’ m giving you one chance- ” 
 “ NO!! I ’ m GIVING YOU ONE CHANCE, BOY!! ” 
 Alex sighed; he hated interruptions. “ To put down the gun and walk away. And stop calling me “ boy ”. I ’ m 17. ” 
 “ Money, now. ” 
 Alex sighed, and raised his right hand. Small bolts of electricity sprung from each finger and connected, floating in an unstable ball of energy just above his palm. 
 The Viceroy ’ s eyes widened. “ Wha- What the hell- ” 
 Alex grinned, enjoying the moment. “ Now run. Run and don ’ t look back. ” 
 The man shifted his grip on his gun, uncertain. 
 “ Run. Now. ” Alex let a bolt of lightning arc by the guy ’ s head and tear a huge chunk out of the brick wall behind him. 
 The man screamed and took off running. Alex just chuckled and continued on his way. *I love Chicago. * 
 ~~~~~~~~~~ 
 A week later and Alex had almost forgotten about the midnight encounter. He stubbed his cigarette out in the ashtray and pushed through the glass doors into the local Chase. He waited in line, mundanely, and then smiled at the teller through the glass. “ Hey. ” 
 “ Hello sir, what can I do for you today? ” She smiled up at him, her ponytail bobbing. 
 “ Just a withdrawal. Five hundred from account number 003987, please. ” 
 “ Okay, let me get that for you. ” She typed in the number, “ Do you have proof of ID? ” 
 “ Yep. ” He slid his driver ’ s license under the glass, and gave her wheelchair a cursory glance. 
 “ Okay sir, that ’ s five hundred dollars in… ” She caught him staring, and sighed. “ Is there a problem? ” 
 “ Nope. Just like to watch people. Five hundred in twenties, please. 
 She wheeled away, and he noticed how the light played over her blonde hair. He liked her hazel eyes and thought her bubblegum-pink lipstick complemented her fair skin. She came back and counted out the bills. “... Fourteen, fifteen. Will that be all? ” 
 “ Yeah, that ’ s it- ” 
 “ AIGHT!! ER ’ BODY PUT YOU HANDS IN THE AIR, DIS IS A ROBBERY!! ” Several gun-wielding mooks wearing Viceroy colors ran into the bank. 
 Alex rolled his eyes and put his hands up. He reached down to take his money, and folded it to put in his pocket. 
 The girl looked rather shaken. “ This is not happening. ” 
 Alex shrugged, “ Don ’ t worry about it, ” He read her nametag, “ Cindy. Just give them the money and they ’ ll leave. They might look stupid, but they ’ re smart enough to know not to hurt anyone. ” 
 She snorted, and tucked some hair behind her ear. “ I ’ d think that, but then I remember that half of them are addicted to drugs, probably coke. ” 
 “ True. ” Alex cracked a grin, “ But then that makes it easier for the police to catch them. ” 
 Cindy stifled a laugh. *He is not making jokes in the middle of a bank robbery. * 
 “ Hey!! You!! ” One of the Viceroys had seen Alex pocket the money. “ Fork over the cash. ” He waved a very familiar Desert Eagle in Alex ’ s face. 
 Alex shook his head and smiled. “ Nope. I ’ m not handing over my hard earned cash. What ’ re you doing in my face, anyways? Last time it didn ’ t work out well for you. ” He waited for the man to recognize him. 
 “ Oh sh- ” 
 A bolt of lightning flashed out and struck him right in the chest. Alex laughed, and sent a crackling wave of energy outwards, knocking over two more gangsters. 
 “ You son of a- ” The last remaining member brought up his gun and fired. 
 Alex zipped right behind him, a lightning bolt, and rematerialized, tapping him on the shoulder. “ Hey, careful. You might actually hit someone with that. ” He grabbed the back of his neck and send 100,000 volts flowing the the veins of one very unfortunate would-be robber. He dropped the steaming body and shrugged at the shocked ( ( No pun intended ) ) crowd. “ I told him they wouldn ’ t be taking my money. ” 
 
 
 
 Alex sat on the steps, next to Cindy. They were smoking together, and she rolled her eyes as people gave her looks. “ It ’ s amazing. ” 
 “ What? ” 
 “ You take down four bank robbers by shooting *electricity* from your hands, and people still make time to stop and judge the girl in a wheelchair for smoking. Maybe we ’ d be better of if you let them get shot and robbed- ” She coughed and waved her hand to clear the smoke. “ Sorry, I get cynical sometimes. ” 
 “ You ’ re allowed to be cynical, if you don ’ t mind me saying. ” Alex stubbed out his cigarette and looked over. 
 “ Why, because I ’ m in a wheelchair? ” 
 “ No, you ’ re entitled to your own opinion. If your opinion is that those people should have been shot and robbed, the you ’ re welcome to it. I ’ m almost inclined to agree with you. ” 
 She laughed, ” Well in any case, thanks for saving me. ” 
 “ No problem. I should go, though. ” He stood up and brushed his hands on dark jeans; “ The cops are heading back over here. ” 
 “ What, are they going to arrest you for saving the day? ” Cindy leaned on her arm, “ Lame. ” 
 “ Nope. They probably wan na ask me what happened to all the money, seeing as the Viceroys never got it. ” He hoisted up a duffel bag over his shoulder and smiled, “ Later. ” Alex bent over, gave Cindy a kiss, and was gone before the cops could get close enough for a picture. 
 Cindy was left with her mouth hanging open and a smile on her face. 
 “ Excuse me, Ma ’ am. You didn ’ t happen to get his name? ” A policeman asked her. 
 “ Nope. ” 
 “ Any information from him, maybe where he was going?'' 
 “ No, officer. ” Cindy crumpled up a small piece of paper, which had a string of numbers written on it; and smiled to herself. “ Nothing at all. ” 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

