the roof; saturday afternoon

[flickofthewrist]

It was such a quaint place Chase had ended up in. It was a tiny speck of an island, filled with people that seemed to smile at him as he passed. They obviously had no idea who he was. Or what he was. It was hilarious. Apparently, his fellow Sons of Ipswich had run off like the cowards they were.

Again, it was hilarious.

Chase was sitting on the ledge of the roof, feet hanging off and tight smile directed at the people below him. Just one flick of his hand, one nod of his head and he could crush them all. But, that might be a bit messy and he did love to have fun with his friends before he killed them. Even if Caleb wasn't around and therefore, couldn't will Chase his powers, Chase figured he'd compromise.

And if that failed, he'd just kill people. That always took the edge off for a little while. Maybe he'd finish this island off before setting off to find Caleb and his friends. It'd be good...practice.

[Open place! Flick's now Chase Collins from the cinematic masterpiece, The Covenant. He's not a nice guy and he's pretty powerful so, yep.]

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[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle screamed.

No, not for the pain of a fireball to the ribs. That hurt, of course, no it really really did, even if it quickly fizzled out in the rain (though not before burning a hole in her shirt and leaving a burn on her skin), but that wasn't what she screamed for.

"Flick!"

She rushed to the ledge.

[flickofthewrist]

Oh, she didn't need to worry. Chase was a Son of Ipswich and that meant he let himself free fall for a few seconds before he pulled up just above the ground and levitated.

Then, he settled down gently and looked back up at the roof. He gave her a little condescending way and walked off into night.