Oh, Greased Lightning! {Seaheart}

[Seaheart]

He looked at her. She was near the curve! Going fast! Yay! Let's make this an equation, shall we?

Fast=dangerous.
Fast going through a curve= dangerous
Fast-brakes+curve=dead without miracle.

Simple, no? They had already called for backup, and there was a roadblock. One guy was standing a few feet in front of the roadblock. Oh ho ho ho ho. This was gonna be so deliciously wicked. (Always wanted to say that, go figure.) He focused hard, turned on his extra vision, made some metal slime in his hand, then blasted. It was a little goop. Just a little. It landed behind the officer and then....it grew. And grew. It eventually became a ramp. Now who was better with metal, huh? You wanna mess the so called 'Luscious Latino', then bring it on! (OK. That was me just being spazzish)

He then did a hard move. He moved his bicylce so it'd face upwards upwards toward the sky, the wheels connecting with the man's body. He was goign around...250 mph. This thing was built for speed. It had unlimited energy which took the place of gas and oil. Electricity baby. He was going toward the ramp when he looked back, to check on Dementia's progress.

[Deon]

((I loved it, Seaheart!))

Dementia gassed the engine relentlessly, her hands clutching the handlebars with an unrelenting grip as she sped faster and faster... too fast. She saw the road block up ahead around the bend and attempted to slam on her breaks to skid the curve. Nothing happened. She pressed it again and again, her eyes widening as her brakes didn't work. This was Seaheart's doing. Dammit, Donia! Why didn't he catch this? The curve was approaching much too quickly, and Dementia was going well over her previous 200 km/h. She released her hand on the gas, but that didn't help too much, and she was about to slam into a railing and get hurled over the edge. Gritting her teeth, all the bones in her legs shot through her sneakers, going fast enough to puncture a hole rather than force it off her feet. They slammed into the ground with a horrible screech, grinding into the pavement. She pressed down harder, slowing her progress even more, as she leaned into the turn. The familiar feeling of fear and exhilaration flooded her senses as the motorcycle once more gained speed. She removed her bones from the ground and pushed forward once more, heading angrily towards Seaheart. She lifted her hand and, as earlier, shot her finger bones out towards Seaheart's bike, hoping to make contact with his wheels. Her aim was impeccable, and her eyes had a deadly focus on the male, narrowed through pink-tinted goggles.

[Seaheart]

It slowed her down considerably it seemed. He expected as much. He knew she would come up with something, but he at least hoped she would fall and slow her down more. Oh well. He then saw the bone coming like a bullet. It blasted through the wheel. Crap. The air came out a little, but he wasn't the only one who could improvise. Immediately he put his hand harder on the motorcycle, slime taking the place of the material of the wheel. He hardened it a little, giving the same soft, but hard appearance of a tire. He started going faster, looking at the ramp. No way he'd give her that advantage. He sucked the slime back, looking at the roadblock of police.

He saw a helicopter above, and thought he'd at least spare her from that. He took out his metal pole, thinking. It was strong enough to be one hell of a magnet. He stopped for a second, making the ramp again. He pointed the pole at a car, magnetizing starting to work. He jerked the pole back, along with the car, it moving backwards, then flying through the ramp. The helicopter was low...then.....bam. They crashed, a huge explosion between car and helicopter. What? Like you haven't seen that somewhere? OK, so you've probaly only seen it in an action movie, but hey, now you've seen it all. (OK, in truth, I took that scene from Live Free or Die Hard. Thought it was cool.) He then moved forward again, going through a tunnel. The tunnel ended into a street. He said they'd go back when the highway ended, so it did. He stopped at the end, waiting to see how she'd get through the roadblock, giving him safe passage.

[Deon]

Holy shit. This was starting to be serious business for a couple of teenagers racing down the highway. The police were bringing out the big guns now. She hoped to high heaven that no one was going to get killed. It would be a little hard for Daddy to get her out of that one if she got caught. Thankfully, although she had been a little preoccupied with the sudden race, she had remembered to take her normal precautions. She delved deep into the most meticulous part of her abilities to manipulate her cells, and changed the sequences of part of her DNA--the junk that doesn't really code for anything and differs from everyone else. She copied that cell over and over to create the bones that worked as makeshift brakes, as well as her finger-bullets. Nothing could be traced back to her. She doubted that the police would even find the tiny bones after they had embedded themselves within the ground; they couldn't exactly be picked up by a metal detector. But she always had to be careful--it would be horrible for her if she was caught. At least she wasn't eighteen yet, so no adult jail just now.

But she still cringed on the inside as the blinding flash pierced the darkened lenses of her goggles as the helicopter and squad car slammed together in an earsplitting explosion. She swerved away from the falling wreckage, feeling the heat as the twisted heap of burning metal fell onto the pavement. Although she had avoided so far complete and utter disaster, there was still the blockade to deal with. Seaheart, of course, had withdrawn the ramp that he created with his powers, leaving her with no means to get through. Thinking quickly, and with nothing else to do, she accelerated madly, then purposely fell to the side with enough force to continue skidding under a truck, with just barely enough room to slide through. The flesh was forcefully torn from her body by the rough road, and she scrunched her face up in anguish. She pushed the cycle back upright and restarted with a jump, heading towards Seaheart at top speed as her raw skin struggled to repair itself.

[Seaheart]

He saw her skid under the truck and saw she wasn't gonna cause any destruction to help him get through. Oh well. You gotta improvise. Still. It'd be hard. Wait a second. He was an expireienced gifted teen who had practically been on the motorcylce for ten years of his life and he his powers were shadow, metal, and extra vision. This gave him possibilites. Scare the living hell out of Dementia by almost crashing into a police car, then turning into a slime puddle or shadow. Then again...why not use math?

He stared rqcing, making it up as he went along....like always. A ramp would be good, but he learned something. You never use the same gag twice. You use it once, then move onto the next one. He saw another plane coming, landing on the ground with reinforcements. Yes! This was it! His ultimate and only chance. They were opening the doors, so he had to make good timing. He raced faster, going at like...350mph. Alright, this was gettign deep for just some race. But oh, he was enjoying this. They started shooting and he used his extra vision to find, and dodge the bullets. He then sort of peopped in the air, jummping a little to get into the helicopter, breaking out the other side of the door with all his speed. He then started to head for the garage.

[Deon]

Dementia didn't even turn to see what Seaheart was doing, focusing only on the task at hand right now as she swerved around at the tunnel and started heading back. The blockade was still an obstacle, but something Seaheart had done had grossly distracted the police, and it was starting to break apart. One of the squad cars rushed after the male, leaving her an easy open space to zoom through. Well, that was anti-climactic.

Dementia was clutching the handlebars ever-tighter as she eased it forward, faster, faster than she knew it was capable of going. The needle hovered at the extreme of the speedometer, but she was traveling much faster than it could register. The wind battered against her, threatening to pull her off and fling her onto the pavement like the frail human she was, but she was able to hold on as she closed the gap between Seaheart and herself, zooming past the squad car that was quickly falling behind. It was absolutely exhilarating.

[Seaheart]

He saw Dementia zoom past, then heard the police car. Once again, he had a plan. He would piss this guy off. He first flipped him the bird. That set him off a bit. Then he made some slime and threw it at the car. They wiped it off and took out a shotgun. Jeez. They let policemen carry that around these days? Well that made it easier. He angled himself behind Dementia. She shot his tire so he was gonna return the favor. The policeman shot but come on. A motorcylce going at 350mph per hour is not gonna have much trouble moving out of the way. He went past her, the wide range bullets heading her way. He gave her a wink, then sped away, seeing the school.

[Deon]

Dementia's heart fluttered as Seaheart winked at her and zoomed away, anticipating that something was about to happen. She inhaled sharply as she noticed the bullets that whizzed to her body with the impeccable aim of thingy Cheney. Hot damn that weapon was big. She hit the gas, at the same time encasing her entire body in a rigid armor of bone; bullets hit her with a thud, burying deep into the casing. That would have hurt. Her wheels practically burning on the pavement, she went even faster, much faster than the bike was previously capable of (that must have been Seaheart's doing) and once more attempted to close the gap as the sheath of bones slowly peeled off her body and destroyed itself. Cassis School was approaching fast, but with the police still on her tail, she wasn't about to lead them there. It would be too easy to get caught, but that damn guy just kept going. She urged the motorcycle to go faster, finally catching the male and skidding into a turn just beside him, heading east into the city. She was sure that he saw, but she didn't look back, her eyes trained on the white flashes of lines on the road that flew beneath her wheels.

[Seaheart]

He saw as she passed him, bullets obviously not stopping her. OK. He would win now. He had to. He zommed faster, gritting his teeth. He was sure that soem skin was peeling off. And some hair along with it. He blasted, full throtte. He moved past her, garage in sight. The police car was behind him. He had to shake it. He stopped for a moment, letting it pass him. He then moved forward again, moving into the garage, curving, and unfortunately, smashign the spider contraption. Now the real unfortunate thing was that police had the whole garage surrounded. God that Dementia better come here now!

[Deon]

Salvador heard a little buzzing in his ears, like an annoying fly. He frowned and swatted around his head, hoping to get rid of the noise so that he could work in peace. The buzzing started to get louder, finally elevating to the volume of a roar. Salvador didn't even have time to prepare himself as Seaheart came flying in, smashing straight into one of his living-metal machines and sending it flying across the room. It hit the wall with a pitiful squeak, smashed into six clean pieces, each moving on its own on the ground as it started reattaching itself. A gust of wind flew in with his advent, blowing Salvador's curly hair and sending his toolbox sprawling. He heard the sirens and let out a low whistle. But something was missing.

"Where's Dementia?"

The squad cars seemed to have abandoned Dementia in their hurry to capture Seaheart, who had gone into the "shelter" of the school. She let go of the throttle and waited for the motorcycle to slow down on its own. Damn brakes. Damn guy. Damn situation. This was sure to cause a ruckus. The headmaster was not going to be happy. She couldn't believe that Seaheart had just led them into the school! That idiot! Ugh! She was expecting Seaheart to go with her when she changed course! And she wouldn't be able to go back without alarming the cops. Sighing as the motorcycle slowed to a stop, she took off her helmet and looked back at the screeching sirens and flashing lights of blue and red.

"You won now. Happy?" she asked the empty air. It would take a miracle to get him out of this one.

[Seaheart]

He looked at Salvador. "Uhh...not sure. But anyways...back to the real problem." He said seriously. The police all looked at him with pistols in hand. He shook his head, knowing this was their doom. It would be quicker with Dementia. Salvador....he would have to memory wipe him. Your probaly wondering why if your dumb. OK, he's plannign to kill the,. This was nothing to him. He made a metal sword. Some fired and he moved the blade quickly, the metal reflecting the bullet.

That's when it began. They all started firing and Seaheart didn't even bother to protect Salvador. He jumped, a bullet grazing his arm. Blood spilled and he put osme on his thumb. He made a little rip in his back, and planted the blood on his back, on his tattoo. It looked like a chain, with a tip at the end, and spikes lining the sides. It came to life, the tattoo moving along his back, going through his arm, then finally his hand. Then areal chain burst from a knuckle. Then another. He could control two at once. They darted at the officers, going through the head, heart, arms, legs, and anywhere else. There. He could kill without mercy, ruthlessly. Oh, he's so cruel. Deal with it!

[Deon]

Salvador let out a frightened yell as the place erupted into a gunfight in front of his eyes. His machines scampered away for shelter as he melted fearfully into a puddle of metal, attempting to flow out of the garage into a nice little drain somewhere... anything! He just didn't want to get killed. His puddle split apart to avoid bodies that seemed to be falling everywhere. This Seaheart guy was freaking him out! And where was Dementia? Did he kill her too? Oh, god... Oh, god! He was in between the police and this maniac, the only one who witnessed what he was doing! The Sexy Spaniard, though not for the first time, feared desperately for his life as ran in a silver stream down the gutters at the side of the street and straight into the kind of storm drain that he was looking for. He hoped to be safe here.

Dementia could hear the screams and gunshots all the way from where she was on the highway. She had since dragged her cycle off of the road and was sitting in a ditch, waiting for something to let up. She vaguely wondered what was going on there, but then decided that she didn't really want to know, and she sure as hell wouldn't want to get involved in it.

[Seaheart]

He finished them off, seeing Salvador slink off instead. He looked around. Now how to dispose of the bodies.....he summoned up the shadows, darkness overtaking them, blending them in darkness, never to be seen again, except by habitants of the damned. He started to walk around, looking for Dementia. He looked for bike tracks, following them until he found her. "Hey. The police are tkane care of. All dead. So anyway, need help carrying that bike back?" He said twirling a gun left over from the fight. It was a Revolver. Customized apparently...the other was a SSA. Single Action Army. He twirled both around, then put them in his pockets. "Bettr head inside before more police come. Not that they'd be a problem of course."

[Deon]

Dementia's eyes widened. "You killed them? All of them?" she breathed, her voice showed partial relief, but was mixed in with horror. She didn't feel for them--no--she felt for herself. She feared for herself. Now that there weren't any people who could exactly testify, she should be safe, but there was still the doubt that tormented her endlessly. Still, her normal persona started to return as she took off the helmet that covered her entire head and fluffed up her flattened hair with her cold eyes trained on Seaheart. She cradled the helmet in her elbow, on the arm that she had placed on her hip.

"Well, well. Now that you've won, what exactly is it that you want?" There was no way that he wasn't going to demand something of her now. "Name it. I won't protest."

[Seaheart]

He looked at her. He was already ognna give the panties to Salvador. what could he demand of her? He wanted to....make it hurt. Something precious. See how well she would fight for something. Oh, he had it. It was just plain...cruel. Sadistic for her. "OK. You wanna know what I want? Give me your....." He let it hang to build suspense, then said "Give me your motorcycle. You said you wouldn't protest." He looked at her, waiting to see if she'd hold up. The thrill would be taken away. The only thing that probaly mattered to her now.