For a while, Alex didn't hear anything from Ben, who went to eating his spaghetti in peace. In his mind, he hoped he had won that debate, as short as it was. But even if that was so, he couldn't help feeling sorry for Ben. He was an old version of himself; one who had lived off theft.CrazyGirl17 said:-Referenced-
Digging more into his pasta, Alex noticed thanks to the hole in the roof that in the time it had taken him from finding Ben's created hole to them eating one on one had allowed the sun to set. The only illumination was coming from the two holes that the ceiling now had. "I should probably patch these up before we leave." he thought as he took another bite.
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The thunderous clap of a lightning bolt, plus the sudden darkening of light inside the orphanage, made Alex jolt where he sat, causing him to nearly spill the plate in his hand. "What the hell!? Lightning? It's not..."
"Interlopers!" The voice from outside was dampened by the walls of the orphanage, but Alex thought he could make out a hint of a Japanese accent in it. "I come to bring you a message from our glorious leader! Come out so I can speak with you. If not, then I will have to tear this whole place down!"
Alex swore loudly, not caring if anyone heard him. Hastily setting the plate aside, he glanced at Ben, who seemed just as shocked as he was. At first, he said nothing, offering only a quick look, but then remembered why he was here. "Ben, keep yourself safe." Alex said. He shifted his weight off the crossbeam, aiming for the spot next to the stool. His weight seemed to increase as he fell, but as he came close to the ground, he suddenly realized that with dimmer lighting, he couldn't take into account the distance. While one of his legs went past the stool just fine, the other one was stopped by it, throwing him off balance.
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The impact was quick, but sharp pain shot up his left arm and shoulder as he hit the ground, finally stopping on his face and chest. The pain didn't go away quickly; it stuck around, feeling like he had dislocated his shoulder. "Ah, damnit. F***." he swore into the pitch dark. "How could I be that stupid? Damnit. Ow."
He soon managed to pick himself up off the floor, holding his left shoulder and trying not to shed any tears. At once, he wished he could mend wounds instead of manipulate matter. This would've been nothing if he could. But didn't have those powers. Swearing silently to himself as he tried to shake off the pain, he lumbered over to a window of the orphanage. His warhammer was nearby, but all he cared about now was who made that demand. Looking outside, Marcus had already beaten everyone to the guy in question, but the only time he saw his face was when his electrical powers lit his body.
"Oh, geez. What does this ass want?" Alex thought to himself.