05-17-2016, 10:55 AM
Ivan felt a stab of anger at Vega's words. Did it matter that he had not done the killing? He'd condoned it; He'd known it would happen. He felt disgust in his stomach. The arrogance of these people.
And he felt pleasure at the look of pain that came to Vega's face at his son's words. Not that he felt proud of it, of course. But he couldn't help himself. You sign up with a group that did crap like this....you deserved it. He was definitely not going to let things lie. He'd already warned Volodin's family. The guy had been a chump and his brother had a face that was even more punchable- if that was possible- but that didn't mean they deserved to get killed just because of blood association. This group though...they were on his radar. He'd be speaking to the LT and Cap about this. They thrived on moving in the shadows did they? Well he'd see how they liked being exposed for all the world to see. He wouldn't stand for that kind of thing.
But for now, Cruz was the focus, the person who needed his help. The kid didn't seem to remember anything weird. Did that matter? Did it make a difference?
The door clicked behind them as Vega left. Ivan thought about pulling a chair up. It felt weird, like he was some doctor or something. He was just a guy. But he would help if he could.
"I'm sorry about your dad."
There was really nothing more he could say. He was sure Cruz wouldn't want to talk about it. He knew he wouldn't. At least not then, to a stranger.
He seized the power- once again amazed at how easy it was now. Nox was the man! He would pay it forward. "So the reason you're sick as that you are touching a....I don't know really what it is. People call it the power. With it you can do things."
He wove a flame and tied it off, as he'd seen Nox do. Then he lifted the chair with air. "I know there's a ton more stuff you could do. I'm still just learning. But the thing is, this power fights you.It's like...."
words seemed to fail as he tried to imagine what it was like. He remembered wrestling in school. "...it's like you are wrestling with someone bigger than you, arms and legs long- like really strong- and you just have to dominate. You have to fight to control him, get him in a hold, locked down, and just hold him there, refusing to let up. If he get's out even for a moment, you're in trouble. I think maybe this sickness is you learning to do that. It's not easy. But maybe if you know, if you are conscious of what you are doing, it will help."
He looked at Cruz. The kid wasn't scrawny. He hoped he got it, could relate it to something. Did he get it?
And he felt pleasure at the look of pain that came to Vega's face at his son's words. Not that he felt proud of it, of course. But he couldn't help himself. You sign up with a group that did crap like this....you deserved it. He was definitely not going to let things lie. He'd already warned Volodin's family. The guy had been a chump and his brother had a face that was even more punchable- if that was possible- but that didn't mean they deserved to get killed just because of blood association. This group though...they were on his radar. He'd be speaking to the LT and Cap about this. They thrived on moving in the shadows did they? Well he'd see how they liked being exposed for all the world to see. He wouldn't stand for that kind of thing.
But for now, Cruz was the focus, the person who needed his help. The kid didn't seem to remember anything weird. Did that matter? Did it make a difference?
The door clicked behind them as Vega left. Ivan thought about pulling a chair up. It felt weird, like he was some doctor or something. He was just a guy. But he would help if he could.
"I'm sorry about your dad."
There was really nothing more he could say. He was sure Cruz wouldn't want to talk about it. He knew he wouldn't. At least not then, to a stranger.
He seized the power- once again amazed at how easy it was now. Nox was the man! He would pay it forward. "So the reason you're sick as that you are touching a....I don't know really what it is. People call it the power. With it you can do things."
He wove a flame and tied it off, as he'd seen Nox do. Then he lifted the chair with air. "I know there's a ton more stuff you could do. I'm still just learning. But the thing is, this power fights you.It's like...."
words seemed to fail as he tried to imagine what it was like. He remembered wrestling in school. "...it's like you are wrestling with someone bigger than you, arms and legs long- like really strong- and you just have to dominate. You have to fight to control him, get him in a hold, locked down, and just hold him there, refusing to let up. If he get's out even for a moment, you're in trouble. I think maybe this sickness is you learning to do that. It's not easy. But maybe if you know, if you are conscious of what you are doing, it will help."
He looked at Cruz. The kid wasn't scrawny. He hoped he got it, could relate it to something. Did he get it?