Rock the Park (Finished)

Darel had just bought groceries for his safe house in DC nothing special. He was really bored and lonely his handler stopped coming on missions with him. Sighing he just continued walking down the street. As he walked her heard a voice...a singing voice at that. Darel was just about to pass them, but stopped. His wasn't facing the other as he turned his eyes to look at Craig, his aura was slightly different when he sang.

Then again this was nothing new to him as Darel just stopped and listened motionless. "I've seen this before," he said not really looking at Craig as he doesn't make much eye contact. "in movies, someone sings other give them money right?" he asked unsure as he turned to actually look at the man. Removing from his wallet three-hundred dollars he threw it into the open guitar case.

"How do you play that?" Darel asked a bit intrigued. He at times had curiosity of a child.

Darel didn't take the money, "Too much? I don't understand shouldn't I pay you how by how much your song moved me?" tilting his head to the left he was confused. Darel thought humans or people in general were money-hungry always. It was extremely rare that he would meet a modest one, especially in his line of work. "Keep it. I probably wouldn't have spent it anytime soon." Lowering his items to the ground he spoke again.

"I guess in general the guitar." he perfectly mimicked Craig's hand position again mimicking his movement played imaginary G. "Either way keep the money I insist you have a good heart so I don't mind." Darel replied. He kept replaying G with his fingers before letting his arms fall to his side.

His phone vibrated reading the text, "Huh...Odd." placing his phone back in his pocket he sighed. Walking near Craig he sat against the wall, but not before dragging his stuff next to him. "Well...my house is gone. Explosion before you ask how. Now I have to wait for a ride. So I'll spend some time with you if you don't mind." Rummaging through his bags he tore open a bag of apples, holding one out he didn't look at the other.

"I have good memory." he explained as he just listened to the other. "I have no preference for music. As long as it is filled with emotion." He bit the apple and perceived the whole history of it. His eyes shut tightly together as he shook off the feeling. Looking at other people he pushed his attention back to Craig. Who introduced his self, "Darel Elric Nathaniel Vinter."

"I believe someone blew it up." he said without a single care. It was only a place a place he could just simply get again. Darel wasn't used to talking to many people, explaining the situation they were in yes, but not a real conversation that didn't involve interrogation. And that to him was normal.

"Not all songs have emotions." Darel said as he took a bite out of the apple, "That is like saying walking has an emotion. Purpose, yes, but not always emotion." Darel watched the other play his guitar and once more began to copy his hand movements. While doing this he talked, "A song only has real emotion when played directly form the heart. A song that actually means something to you.

"Even though that song has emotion I ask, does it have anything to do with you?" he says turning to look at Craig. "If actually song that song I would probably cry...if I could cry." Standing up he shook off his dirt from the jeans, "But when you were singing it I did find something in your aura...the first line...it had meaning. Your aura slightly shifted."

Darel sighed "I'm sorry..." he replied, "I forget even though strangers are appearing people still don't understand the freaks." looking around finished the apple.

Darel stretched several bones making cracking sounds. Hearing about the earthquake story that was quickly cut off Darel was intrigued. It didn't take a genius to know what that cut off meant, but he'd let it pass for now. "Survivor's guilt? I find that odd, shouldn't one be grateful for surviving in such an...extraordinary accident? Then again I'm just grasping at straws, I wouldn't know normal reactions."

Looked at the guitar, "Only if I can play with gloves on." he said. Picking it up he began playing the same song Craig was previously playing. He was in somewhat of a trance as he did it. Finishing up he laid the guitar back in the spot it was in, "How was that?"

"Louder...I'll remember that. Behind Blue Eyes by the Who....Who? That's a name that cold cause confusion." Once Craig spoke of a ride he then noticed one coming up tinted car. "Well right on cue I would say." he replied as he picked up his groceries and began walking waving off he turned his head drastically at the car. The window was lowered slightly before a gun came out and shoots were fired at Darel.

His heart sunk as he made his self feel alone and empty for a few moments. The bullets passed through him not harming him as he fell down. Going into his pocket he pulled out a small handgun. The car started to pull away shooting out the tires eventually they got out wanting to get their hands dirty. Darel was out of bullets...great. Four guys existed the car and spent their bullets at Darel who manged to dodge a few as he arm, leg, and side was riddled. Rolling out of the way of more firing Darel needed to concentrated, but he couldn't use empathy in pain.

Then again did he need it? His blood began pushing the unwanted bullets out of his body. "Kid is on the run, what type of tool are ya' thought you'd be some challenge. Oh well our reward for killin' ya' still is high enough." one of them said as they closed the gap between Darel and the car he was hiding behind.

Darel felt an emotional change as the earth seemed to move away from him and there was less light. Looking up he saw Craig, "...Again that to me wasn't a normal reaction. But in this case I'll take it." Darel stood up. Or he tried to as he fell on one knee. Didn't matter he phased his self through the wall his eye and hand with the gun was seen. He fired off carefully aimed shoots at the men.

They were dead thankfully, but still he had the people to deal with. There was no way he could put them all to sleep with their yelling. All there panicking was giving Darel a massive headache as he phased out of the wall. "Terrakinetic. Interesting." he said. Going into his pocket he took out a pack of cigarettes. His blood began to quickly clot as the wounds were healed up. But the pain remained strong, taking a lighter he lite the cancer stick.

Sighing he once gain sighed as he stood up. He felt sore and his hatred was pretty much intact, "That would be the people who blew up my house." Darel then heard another car coming. "And that would be their backup...shit." Darel aimed his gun, but his hands were shaky his aim would be off. And Darel didn't like wasting bullets. Oh well, as the people in the car started to take out their guns. He didn't need this.

Phasing into the wall he ended up on the other side. "So...we have more in common than I would have thought. Hope you don't mind I borrow your ability." Darel said. Going deep into Craig's heart he found the source of his terrakinesis and copied it into his own heart. Even though he calls it aura, doing so he know could feel or hear every stone being moved. It was wonderful, but he needed to focus.

With a simple movement of his hand the pavement cracked apart. Darel wasn't going to stay any longer running the best way he could he looked at a person getting into a car. "Your quite tired aren't you. Sleep.[/b][/i] he said to the person as they fell to the ground.