Chris had been in New York long enough to call it a new home, but he and Violet hadn't lasted. He'd gone from a nice penthouse with a beautiful girl to just barely getting by living in a crappy apartment in a bad area of Manhattan. Control over his power had improved with her, though, and he wasn't as prone to outbursts or blackouts as he had been at first. He constantly felt the surge of electricity in his body like blood through a vein, though it was part of him and he'd accepted that.
It was getting dark and as he moved through Central Park, his hands in the pockets of his black pea-coat, he knew he was asking for trouble. He had no mutants to talk to and every time he had spoken to one, things hadn't turned out well or ended badly down the road. His life was lonely, but he suspected it was the price he paid for such a, literally, high voltage personality. Then, like clockwork, trouble showed itself in the form of a masked mugger, the shine coming from his hand indicating that of a gun aimed at Chris.
"Hold it! Give me your wallet," he barked at the mutant, raising the gun.
Chris' brows furrowed, not in the mood to deal with such nonsense after everything he'd already been through. He spoke back, a tone of warning in his voice. "You are about to make the biggest mistake of your pathetic life, friend... I suggest you reconsider this and walk away. I won't warn you again."
As anticipated, the arrogant mugger laughed at Chris' words and shook his head, stepping forward trying to gain the advantageous position. "You're warning me? Look, friend - you see this? This is a custom forty-four caliber magnum handgun with six rounds pointed at your skull. So, no... I'm warning you. Either fork over your money or I'll put a hole in your head and take it from your lifeless corpse, you hear me?!"
With the mugger standing closer and focusing on Chris' face, the mutant was able to slip his hands from his pockets and direct them at the man. "I hear you. But you didn't hear me." With that, and no further warning, he cast blue electrical bolts out of his fingertips and into the man sending him violently into a nearby park bench smoking and literally fried. Chris then nonchalantly walked over to the man's lifeless corpse and looked down at it, musing softly. "You have a look of shock on your face."
It was getting dark and as he moved through Central Park, his hands in the pockets of his black pea-coat, he knew he was asking for trouble. He had no mutants to talk to and every time he had spoken to one, things hadn't turned out well or ended badly down the road. His life was lonely, but he suspected it was the price he paid for such a, literally, high voltage personality. Then, like clockwork, trouble showed itself in the form of a masked mugger, the shine coming from his hand indicating that of a gun aimed at Chris.
"Hold it! Give me your wallet," he barked at the mutant, raising the gun.
Chris' brows furrowed, not in the mood to deal with such nonsense after everything he'd already been through. He spoke back, a tone of warning in his voice. "You are about to make the biggest mistake of your pathetic life, friend... I suggest you reconsider this and walk away. I won't warn you again."
As anticipated, the arrogant mugger laughed at Chris' words and shook his head, stepping forward trying to gain the advantageous position. "You're warning me? Look, friend - you see this? This is a custom forty-four caliber magnum handgun with six rounds pointed at your skull. So, no... I'm warning you. Either fork over your money or I'll put a hole in your head and take it from your lifeless corpse, you hear me?!"
With the mugger standing closer and focusing on Chris' face, the mutant was able to slip his hands from his pockets and direct them at the man. "I hear you. But you didn't hear me." With that, and no further warning, he cast blue electrical bolts out of his fingertips and into the man sending him violently into a nearby park bench smoking and literally fried. Chris then nonchalantly walked over to the man's lifeless corpse and looked down at it, musing softly. "You have a look of shock on your face."