The big apple

Marcus couldn't help but grin, and yet again the sinister looking snarl appeared under his helmet. He walked over and patted Vitreo on the shoulder. "Even if you don't choose to join me Vitreo, I am very pleased that you won't be under the control of that manipulative little man. That being said, I do indeed hope that you will join me. I think you are wise beyond your years, and your assistance in my quest would be, not only very helpful but most likely an important learning lesson in patience for myself. I will let you take the night to consider my offer, We can meet here around 1pm after my meeting with my other friend and you can tell me your answer....OK?" With that Marcus retired upstairs. He barricaded the door to the upstairs room and stretched out on the hard floor. Their was no furniture in this room, because this was an abandon house and typically they weren't furnished. The convenient couch and trash cans downstairs were still a bit of a mystery to him, but he supposed people sometimes left items in houses when they departed.

As sleep crept up and over took him after the exhausting day, dreams started to play at his troubled mind. The real reason he'd reacted so offensively to the mysterious employer of Vitreo's was because of a single word, "Peace". It was a word used by cowards and dictators in Marcus' opinion. He was a soldier and a warrior born, a man that believed in the necessity of war because after all, what was "WAR" anyway. It was opposition by nature, something Human beings had been doing since the dawn of their species and would continue to do until they were gone. War is life, it is the struggle against one's perceived enemy and without it we would still be the hairy apemen doomed to be ruled by the strongest monkey, no matter how many opposed it's rule. Peace is just a nice term used by submissive that would happily go along with whatever their dictator fed them, unaffected by the implications of a hive mind. No, humans were individualistic by nature, there would alway be conflicting ideas and because of this there would always be War.

That night Marcus dreamed of War, explosions, blood, death, and freedom. The choice to choose ones on path. It was a good dream.

Adriano walked over to the door step before stopping. He then addressed the alien.
"If you want to sleep here, be my guest. Don't wake up Marcus though. It would be best this place is still standing."
He then was out, and returning to the apartment. He had flipped open his phone and dialed a number. As soon as he heard ringing, he had stopped moving. An answering machine had answered the phone.
"Hey it's Adriano. Sorry I didn't call sooner. I didn't get a chance to since ya know, running around and stuff. College isn't as fun as the movies make it out to be." Adriano had let out a small laugh. It was obvious he was tired.

"I am going to be sleeping at a friends place. I'll be back tomorrow though, alright? Sorry again. Love you guys, night."
With that, he returned to the apartment. The window remained unlocked, so he simply went in that way again. He had saw Eclipse on the couch, sleeping.
"Whats your game, girl? How do I know I can trust you? How do I know I can trust any of you?" He said very silently, as to not wake her. He slid her blanket up a little higher so that they were above her shoulder. He had then walked to the room she indicated before. He didn't care about showering right now. Screw that, he would do it tomorrow. The glass melted off him and fell onto the floor. It would then slide under the bed, as so he didn't forget about it and step on it later. He then took off his shirt and pants. He folded them up and put them on the vanity. Finally, he plopped onto the bed and quickly passed out.

It was a mentally straining day for him. He knew about his powers for a very long time now, and never second guessed that it was a gift. However, could he say the same about the crowd it attracts? He had promised himself that he would be more careful with his powers to make sure he wasn't caught using them. He could already tell, however, in the near future, he will have to break that promise.

-

Destrock was Adriano and Marucs leave the room. Not knowing the house, he just sat back and let himself drift off to sleep on the chair.

His dreams were nightmares. Filled with horrible memories from the past. The gang fight that killed his only family, the tube breakdown, the forest, the crash, his friend. It felt so long since his last good memory, since his last good dream.

-

Adriano had walked out of the room, groggy as ever. He let out a long yawn as he was carrying his shirt in his hand as he walked from the room.
"Morning" he said in a half asleep voice, eventually making his way to the bathroom. He still needed to take that shower, after all.

He turned the water on and leaned on the wall directly under it. It helped wake him up some more. After doing this for a minute or two, he proceeded with the actual cleaning of himself.
"Eclipse" he had shouted out.
"let me use the towel you had. We shouldn't leave a lot of laundry, right?"

-

He had groaned at her response. She was more then willing to help him out before with that could have been something serious, but asking for a towel was too much? After he finally managed to dry himself off with a hair dryer, he walked out of the bathroom fully clothed. He walked back into the room where he slept. The bed was still undone. He took a moment to fix up the bed so it was as close to how it looked before he slept on it before.

After he was finally done, the glass that he left under the bed slowly found it's way to him. He began to shift it to look like his armor once again, only he wasn't in it. He had created a replica of himself. It followed him into the kitchen and mimicked his movements spot on. He heard the tv going on about the killings.
"You need to relive that twice? Turn this off."

-

The glass construct winked at her as she questioned about it.

"As of right now? No, I am good. I will have a long break from college in a week or two though."
He followed her into the living room, mostly to sit on the couch.

-

"maybe you will never come back? Is this the part where I say "Oh I better come with you then because I might not see you again"?" He chuckled to himself a bit.

"So long as I know what the object looks like, my glass can be anything."
He empathized the everything part of the sentence.
"Do you have a sample?" The glass replica moved between her and Adriano and stuck out it's index finger out.
"If you have the key, I can get to work."

-

He caught the phone and read the note.
"sure, no problem secret agent Eclipse."
Part of the glass replica detached and shaped into a locket like shape. The glass form of Adriano had walked up to her and offered it to Eclipse. If she were to look inside of the locket, she would find a stain glass image of her.
"Consider it a parting gift. Art is what I do bet, after all."

-

Marcus's eyes popped open and his brain jumped into high gear. 'Where am I? I don't recognize this place, and although Phil's is a mess it's not ready to be demolished! Have I been abducted by some unknown force?' Marcus sat up and surveyed the abandoned room, the only window was smashed and it's view was that of a brick wall and nothing more.

He did a quick check and found that his armor and sword were still with him, and he doubted that if he were a prisoner that they'd leave him with his vestments. He looked closer and saw bullet holes riddling the chest plate. 'Strange, I don't remember being involved in a gun fight.'

Marcus stood up and saw the door, it was barricaded from his side by a small pile of debris. Just then the alarm on his wrist watch rang and he instinctively reached back fished around in his belt pouch for his bottle of prescription pills and found they were not there.

Slowly as the memories started to trudge their way back through the drying cement that was his waking mind, Marcus remembered. Yesterday he had left Phil's and started off on his quest. He had met another young man named......Vitreo and together they had battle a mob of viscous gang members. After being victorious they fled the scene and came here to this building. Here they had met more new people, a girl....Eclipse....then the lizardman...and his defeat at him and his new companion's hands. And was there something about an alien.....No two aliens but they had absolutely nothing to do with each other.

Marcus shook his head, trying to clear the fog. It was alway thick when he stopped his medication. He had to try and focus, if the fog were allowed to run a muck in his head, he'd end up in another situation like with what happened to poor Bonecrusher. That wasn't good, when he let the fog take ahold of him, bad things were bound to happen.

'Now there was something I was supposed to do today.....What was it.....Think Marcus think!' He told himself trying to coax cognitive thought back in to usage. He gritted his teeth, the sound was horrible, especially so when your teeth were as hard as titanium and your strength allowed you to sheer off car bumpers with your molars.
' Phil....Phil got a hold of me and he wants me to meet him today, at the old gym.' He thought to himself and the sinister smile returned. He was always happy when he could will his brain back into functioning.

Marcus swept the junk aside with a single swoop of his arm and then journeyed back downstairs. He was as quiet as his giant frame could manage, and when he reached the ground floor he saw his suspicions were confirmed about at least one of the Aliens. The green man was asleep on the couch.
' Deathstroke......Destroyer.....Deathstrike?' He couldn't remember, but is was something like that.

Marcus left without waking the green man, things would be hard enough as it was without the companionship of some weird green alien accompanying him. Marcus snuck out and walked up to one of the residences that still held occupants on this block. There on the front porch he found today's edition of the paper. He flipped it open to the appropriate section and found the article.

"Brutal multiple murder suspect apprehended!

Marcus read through it and found with some relief that the gang members he'd take apart had also been linked to the lizard man that had mysteriously turned up last night. He laughed at that and his chuckle continued until he read that he was still a person of importance in the investigation, and that citizens were still supposed to call in if they saw him. 'shit!' He groaned to himself and tossed the paper back down. It looked like things had gotten a little easier, anyway.