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TimeMasterX · 11-08-2009, 12:04 PM

(You're right Fieryfly. WHO IS IN CONTROL?)

Charlie descended the building and walked out into the street. He came to a bench and sat, a girl of about his age came and sat next to him. She wore a long leather coat and was clad in black.

"Megan," Charlie murmured.
"Charlie," came the acknowledgement.
"I knew we'd be sitting here." He muttered,
"As did I." Megan pulled a sheet of paper from her pocket, there was a sketch of the two of them sat on this bench.
"You're getting better with your sketches." Charlie smiled, "But my nose isn't that big."

Megan laughed shortly but her face turned serious. "Why is there a large group of former Shield mutants in one area?" She asked.
"So you saw that then?" Charlie asked, "Wow, your precognition is coming along well. Not to my standard of course but you're doing well."
She shook her head, "Just as cocky as before. I can't believe we ever..." Her voice trailed off.
Charlie sighed, "Me neither." He rubbed his eyes, "So! What are you planning then?"
"You're the fortune teller." She said snidely, "You tell me."
"Fine, hows life with the Knives?" He asked, she gasped and he smiled. "At least when I left The Shield I didn't betray everything we fought for."
She shook her head, "I was guilty about tipping off the Knife squad that you were here." She grinned, "I'm not now."

Charlie stood and looked around, he heard the sirens approaching. Megan looked at him, "Don't bother running, Charlie." She said softly, "You know a fixed event when you see one." He glared at her and she laughed.

The van stopped, the doors opened and three men clad in body armour stepped out.
"You are under arrest!" One called, "We've been waiting for this for a long time."
Charlie shook his head and, switching the radio in his pocket on, placed his hands in the air.

He was rudely led into the van.

(Ok, if no one minds I have a few ideas for how this plot can commence so I'm doing this. If people have a problem, let me know.)

11-08-2009, 12:04 PM	#263 (permalink)
TimeMasterX Cingal's Collar Join Date: Sep 2009 Location: UK Posts: 1,577 Reputation: 12	(You're right Fieryfly. WHO IS IN CONTROL?) Charlie descended the building and walked out into the street. He came to a bench and sat, a girl of about his age came and sat next to him. She wore a long leather coat and was clad in black. "Megan," Charlie murmured. "Charlie," came the acknowledgement. "I knew we'd be sitting here." He muttered, "As did I." Megan pulled a sheet of paper from her pocket, there was a sketch of the two of them sat on this bench. "You're getting better with your sketches." Charlie smiled, "But my nose isn't that big." Megan laughed shortly but her face turned serious. "Why is there a large group of former Shield mutants in one area?" She asked. "So you saw that then?" Charlie asked, "Wow, your precognition is coming along well. Not to my standard of course but you're doing well." She shook her head, "Just as cocky as before. I can't believe we ever..." Her voice trailed off. Charlie sighed, "Me neither." He rubbed his eyes, "So! What are you planning then?" "You're the fortune teller." She said snidely, "You tell me." "Fine, hows life with the Knives?" He asked, she gasped and he smiled. "At least when I left The Shield I didn't betray everything we fought for." She shook her head, "I was guilty about tipping off the Knife squad that you were here." She grinned, "I'm not now." Charlie stood and looked around, he heard the sirens approaching. Megan looked at him, "Don't bother running, Charlie." She said softly, "You know a fixed event when you see one." He glared at her and she laughed. The van stopped, the doors opened and three men clad in body armour stepped out. "You are under arrest!" One called, "We've been waiting for this for a long time." Charlie shook his head and, switching the radio in his pocket on, placed his hands in the air. He was rudely led into the van. (Ok, if no one minds I have a few ideas for how this plot can commence so I'm doing this. If people have a problem, let me know.) __________________ They say that Time is the predator that stalks us all our lives... "If I'm going to have a past, I prefer it to be multiple choice!" The Joker (The Killing Joke) He may have stolen your heart, but you broke mine. 92% of teenagers have switched over to rap, if you are one of the 8% that still listens to real music, copy this into your signature. You don't get to be arrogant enough to decide you're great at this..Let other people make up their own minds about you.