By _Stretch_ 61 Comments
"Ok ok..Hmm..The green archer VS..Gambler!" Clay said with a chuckle before taking another sip of his coffee, his eyes still on the target while having some brief fun. Higgins didn't even need to think before laying down an assumption. "Gambler..As far as visuals and hearsay conclude, the man is for sure not an average human being, and seems to be able to overcome any physical situation within a small fraction of time..Given that Kurt is still labeled a "sleeper" meta..I am pretty sure Gambler has this one.." Higgins looked over to Clay while taking a sip, Clay giving an impressed smirk. "You..Are such a dork dude.." He laughed, along with Higgins joining him. "Sorry it's my job to survey these people all day, read over their files..It's like you and Star Wars!" He pointed at him while giving a jesting glare, Clay only agreeing with a shrug.
"Hold up hold up.." Higgins looked back over to the Italian restaurant, seeing the target. "That's..Him.." Was all he said, almost a little intimidated. "Class 4 meta? Can control gravity? What's the worst that can happen right?" Clay was of course trying to diffuse the tension with a bit of dry humor. The two agents stepped out of the SUV parked in the alley, walking casually across the street so they could be on the same sidewalk as the target.
The very same target saw them quickly, mobsters in the area usually wore fashionably presentable clothes, not a black suit and a black tie, so he walked a bit faster. The target was eighteen year old Bennett Robertson, on the run after crushing his abusive father flat with a gravity field. The two agents were picking up their pace now, until finally Clay called him out. "Excuse me! Mr.Robertson! A word if you don't mind!..." He hollered over to the young adult, but still walked. "Hey! Meta-human affairs buddy we need you to stop NOW!" Clay shouted once more, already reaching for his stun gun, knowing this one was of course, going to be a runner.
Bennett got shook up by the very mention of Meta-affairs, and bolted into the nearest alleyway, Higgins pulled out his gun as well and they both sprinted after him. "FREEZE!" Yelled Higgins, having the kid in range. "GO AWAY!" Yelled Bennett, waving his hand behind him, accidentally creating a gravity field right against Higgins, switching his personal gravity. "NO NO NOOO!" Higgins Screamed while "falling" down against his new ground, which was the front of a store across the street. "Dammit!" Clay cursed, continuing the pursuit.
Higgins gave his head a shake, that was after all quite the fall. Pressing his ear comm, he contacted Clay. "Hey! Try and get him to double back! I have an Idea.." The tech agent smirked while running against the wall of the building, making his way down the street while people stared in awe.
Clay kept on Bennett, no matter how many trash bins and garbage cans he gravitated towards Clay, which he narrowly avoided. The unsuspecting teen however didn't even notice they left the alley and doubled back to the street the chase originated on. Surprisingly though, Bennett ceased the running, turning back to face Clay with one hand up in his direction. Clay took the chance to fire his taser, only to have it sink to the ground right in front of Bennett, and before Clay realized he was in danger, found himself face flat against the street, a gravity field on his whole body, around him, other objects being crushed. "Be-...Bennett..You are out of control kid...We are trying to help!" Mumbled Clay, his mouth barely available from the ground to speak.
"I don't want help! My dad said the same thing every time he hit me! Said I needed to know I was some sort of FREAK!" The confused Bennett shouted, applying more pressure on Clay. "Hea...Hrrnn!" Clay tried to speak, making Bennett laugh while stepping closer. "What was that? Suit son of a bitch?" He asked, seeming to gain some sort of arrogance having an adult at his mercy. Clay smiled while barely able to look up. "Heads up kid.."
Bennett looked up in confusion just in time to have Higgins literally "fall" into Bennett, having leaped off the front of the building and descend sideways. Knocking the gravity prodigy seemed to disable all alternate fields, Higgins landing back on the actual ground. "So..Yeah I almost got pressed like a new suit.." Clay said while lending Higgins a hand up, he himself groaning as well from muscle strain. "Not a fan of warping metas..Gotta admit.." Clay's partner looked down at Bennett, both sympathetically and annoyed.
Bennett hazily awoke, feeling as if he was drugged even after he was knocked out. The image he woke up to though was being locked up by his arms and legs in metal clamps, attached to the wall of a silver room. Sitting in front of him was none other than Agent Johnston, reading Bennett's file. Naturally the meta did what he knew best, only to have a collar around his neck give him a punishing shock. "Some would say that is inhumane..But most haven't had an extra field of gravity on their body or a risk of falling sideways around the world forever.." Johnston said with a bit of a smile, his charisma sharp as ever. "The collar senses when you try to activate your X-genes, AKA your gravity fields, so..I wouldn't do that unless you like the smell of bacon.."
The living rumor held up a black and white photo of a puddle, taking a moment to look at it. "This..Is what you chose to do with your powers, disregard responsibility and get what you want..Usually when that entails a kid robbing a seven eleven, the police get involved. But a kid that crushes a man flat with a self made gravity field? That..Is Meta-human affairs territory. I'm afraid you are going to be locked up for a while Bennett..Maybe if you cooperate though? We can come to some sort of compromise..Understand?"