Doritos and twinkies

It was a crisp New York evening. Street busy with traffic. Streetlights flooding the streets. People walking along the sidewalks. Seeming to pay no attention to anyone else. Spencers purpose of being out on this evening was simple. Sean had demanded food. Well more of he nagged and negged till he gave in. If Spencer didn't love him. he wouldv'e kicked his ass a while ago. Well at least gave him a warning punch. So instead of a punch he shrugged. Giving into his demands. Kissing him before walking out. Searching for the nearest convienence store.

He wore the usual attire. A slightly loose light blue shirt. Comfortable blue jeans. Toussled hair that seemed to always stay that way even after a night of sleep. His favorite pair of faded nikes.

After about an hour of searching he found a store. Buying two boxes of twinkies and three large bags of doritos. Paying with the money Sean gave him. Though he wondered where he got it. Walking back down the sidewalk, bags of food cradled under his arms. Humming the tune of one of the rock songs Sean always blared through his ipod. A small stride in his step.

Then something caught his attention. The cry of a young woman. It came from an allyway. So Spencer went to investigate. Its not as if Sean couldn't wait a minute or two. Then he saw a woman being robbed. By a hagard looking thug holding a knife. "Hey what the hell is goin on?" The thug reacted by grimacing. Spiting a curse. Spencer sat the bags of food down on the ground. Approaching the thug. the man lunged at Spencer with the knife. " Hm, do all the low rate robbers do this these days" he wondered. As the knife touched his skin. Bending against Spencers tough hide. Then he reacted. Grabbing the mans wrist, twisting it behind his back. Using his free hand to strike the man on his head rendering him unconciouss.

Satisfied he picked the bags of food up. Not noticing the woman. As she silently thanked him. he had to return to Sean. That man could be scary when he was angry. Also Spencer never like to make Sean angry. It just didn't set right with him.

Derek stepped out the front doors of a convenient store into the cool New York breeze. Holding a bottle of whiskey in one hand and a pack of cigarettes in the other, Skiba started to walk down the sidewalk. Flicking the lid of the pack then a single cig up with his thumb, Skiba then moved the his hand close to his mouth, and wrapped his lips around the base of the cancer stick. Derek moved the pact back into his pocket and pulled out his black 'bic' lighter. Lighting the tip of the cigarette and taking the first drag, Derek walked down the sidewalk at a slow pace with his head held low. While moving the lighter back to his pocket, he past a group of people. It seemed like just another pack of people walking down the streets of New York, expect for one person who stuck out to Derek. It reminded him of a memory from a bad time in his life. His eyes widen at first glance and he stopped walking for a second. That man. He had a moon tattoo on the center of his forehead. Thousands of memories of when he was captured by project perfection flashed through his mind. During his escape from their grasp Derek came across a couple of other test tubes, just like his own. He was too shocked and confused to do anything at the time, but he remember that one feature about one of the subjects. Derek tried to just shrugged it off and kept walking, taking another puff of his cigarette. Trying to tell himself there was no way it could be him.

After walking for a little while, a cry for help screeched throughout the surrounding area. Derek quickly stopped, turned around and sprinted back in the direction he came, towards the scream. He planned to show up and do the normal heroic act, easily stopping whatever petty crime, but things were different this time. As he turned in corner in to the ally where the cries were coming from, that same man with the moon tattoo step out. Derek froze up again and stopped directly in front of Spence, causing them to bumped shoulders. Spence just stepped to the side and kept walking probably expecting it was just a innocent accident since Derek blended in with the crowd of people lining up to see what the screaming was about. Derek didn't give it much thought then, but when they bumped into each other Skiba noticed something that wasn't there the first time he saw him. A rip through his shirt, it wasn't very big but it was still very noticeable. Looking into the ally, he saw a thug knocked out on the floor with a shriveled up knife next to him. That knife was made out of metal, how did it just get bent up like that? All the pieces started to match up, only one thing could have happened here. No no no, there is no way! As much as he didn't want to believe it all the information he had picked up only pointed to one explanation. The thug tried to stab that man for stepping in on his mugging and it bent against his skin! How he managed to knock him out so quickly was a mystery but he was clearly a superhuman. Maybe he was one of project perfections minion’s but if he was why would he save someone? Project Perfection made there subjects into mindless drones for destruction, what was this guys story?

Having nothing else to do and being very curious about this, Derek started to walk in the same direction that Spence took off in. Spencer had already been walking awhile, so instead of walking at his normal slow pace, Derek picked up his speed. He wasn’t sprinting or anything, it wasn’t that important to him, but it did want to talk to this guy. Even if for only a second, Derek needed to see if this man was who he thought.

Walking at a fast pace now, Derek quickly got closer to Spencer. He could see him through the crowd of people in the distance. Skiba had no clue what he was going to say to this guy, what could he say? All he knew was he had say something to him. In a matter of seconds, Derek was about a foot behind Spence. Coming up on his right side, Derek placed his left hand onto Spence's shoulder. "Yo." Skiba swallowed his breathe trying to find the right words to say. When Spence turn to face him, Derek's eye expanded again. Almost like a flash back playing in his head, he saw Spencer's face lying in a test tube with that same tattoo on his head. As quickly as he could he regained control of his thoughts, "Ya' got a minute? We should talk." Even though they were complete strangers, Derek spoke sincere. He didn't know why he wanted to talk to this guy so bad, I guess it was just because they've been put through the same torture by project perfection and he was curious on how and what this guy did to make it out alive.

He knew he wasnt too far from it. Not too long till he reached the hotel. Then Sean could stop whining and have his snack. Sometimes he seemed like a child to Spencer. Though that only made him more endearing. Also he knew that Sean would share the food. So everyone won. Then a voice interrupted his thoughts. It felt familar, yet at the same time not. Spencer sighed. Hoping this didn't slow him down. If he took too long, there would be hell to pay.

Then a thought came to mind. Well more of a concern. Why was this guy coming up randomly to him. Then he looked down at the small cut in his shirt. From where the thug tried to stab him. It was an obvious. Hey i got stabbed, but my skins too tough sign. Though in the crowds of New York it didnt matter much.

Spencer turned his head towards the man. Sparkling green eyes looking him over. A memory rushed to him Strong like a punch to the gut. He was in a sterile white room. Unsure of where he was. Barely conciouss he saw someone similar to that man. Also he remembered the day he was branded with this mark. Not really sure what it meant, but he assumed it was that damn projects way of marking him. Claiming him as theirs. As well as the name they gave him. Project Tempest.
"ummm sure why not?"