«We Could be Heroes»

Sammy looked at Ash gratefully. She knew that she would have never been able to word it that well. "Ya. What she said." Sammy said, fires beginning to form in her hands as Dryden's eyes began to glow.





"Y-you say you don't do secrecy, but even your name is secret." Sammy growled, looking at No-name. She turned to Dryden. "I really don't understand how you're not in jail. I mean, you just randomly kill people. I-I'm not gonna work with someone like that." Her voice trembled, even as the flames in her hands grew brighter. Her eyes were riveted on Dryden, waiting for his next move.
"I've been in jail just once over a span of 2 years. You think a little bit of steel can hold me back?" he asked.
 
Sammy looked at Ash gratefully. She knew she would have never been able to word it that well. "Ya. What she said." Sammy said, fires beginning to form in her hands as Dryden's eyes began to glow.





"Y-you say you don't do secrecy, but even your name is secret." Sammy pointed out, looking at No-name. She turned to Dryden. "I really don't understand how you're not in jail yet. I mean, you just randomly kill people. I'm not gonna work with someone like that." With that, she crossed her arms, feeling like a little kid that hadn't gotten their ice cream.
The boney woman almost grinned. About time someone asked. "Oh, but don't you remember? We've met before." She said. Then her form began to shift. Smaller, smaller, smaller. Until she looked a young girl, no more than five or six. Scars marred her face. Her mouth, crooked.
 
The boney woman almost grinned. About time someone asked. "Oh, but don't you remember? We've met before." She said. Then her form began to shift. Smaller, smaller, smaller. Until she looked a young girl, no more than five or six. Scars marred her face. Her mouth, crooked.
Dryden didn't seem surprised by this, he was used to pretty much everything by now.
 
"Oh," Mikki replied. He didn't seem threatening. She finally twisted free and floated them back down to the ground. "I know you probably won't answer this, but why are you hiding? You're not like a criminal or something, right?" He doesn't seem like he'd be a criminal, she thought.
Chase gave a little laugh and shook his head. "No, but you'd think I was. All the chasing they do after me." He said, eyeing the rocks beneath them nervously as they descended. It unnerved him, having something hold him up that wasn't connected to anything. Sort of like a magic carpet ride...only with rocks. Magic rock ride.
 
"I've been in jail just once over a span of 2 years. You think a little bit of steel can hold me back?" he asked.
"So you are a criminal," Sammy whispered, suddenly feeling scared. These people definitely weren't who they had said they were.
The boney woman almost grinned. About time someone asked. "Oh, but don't you remember? We've met before." She said. Then her form began to shift. Smaller, smaller, smaller. Until she looked a young girl, no more than five or six. Scars marred her face. Her mouth, crooked.
Sammy stared down at her. "Ummm, no, we haven't met before. Unless you're the fake Mrs. Rose..." Sammy said, trying to remember a little girl with scars on her face. A shapeshifter? Do I read need to fight a cyborg AND a shapeshifter? I'm as good as dead.
 

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