Lost Friends

Hmm? That is a pickle. If you were to use this in public how would you be able to protect the innocent people. He thought of things that could help him control it better but he did not think Pat would want to do it now since he just got off of work. He looked at the TV and seen the news for this city. Saying something about finding bodies near a bus stop. One woman said a nice young fellow stopped and helped her retrieve her purse from the thugs.

He smiled when she said that, especially since she said he pushed her onto the bus so she couldn't give him a reward. She was happy he helped her but she did not like the fact he over did it on the two. He sighed as he turned back around. Well what should we do first. If you want i could teach you how to keep control of your power. Maybe protect the people doing this. Or we can go out to eat or go out and find me a job. He grabbed a paper and flipped through it until he seen the perfect thing for him. His dark ability cubed off the part of the sheet he had seen. He put the news paper down and grabbed the piece he cut off. Well i think i found a job that is suitable for me.

He hands over the strip of paper to Patrick pointing out that it was a Microsoft job. The pay was great and he loved working with them. Everyone felt like family. He was glad he took online classes in all the computer programs over the year. Now it was easy to get a job.

”Innocent people? I'm no hero, not at all.” he said simply, not really enjoying the thought of throwing himself into dangerous situations for someone that he didn't even know. That was how the world was and he had no reason to help people, none at all. Vigilantes were criminals after all so he wouldn't want to be in the middle of something that could totally wreck his life. ”People can worry about themselves, or let those Dominus asshole deal with it. Not my problem.” He said plainly crossing his arms over his chest, going out to eat sounded much better within his opinion anyway.

”Perhaps we can go out to eat, maybe find you a job if you want.” He said before looking over the strip that he was handed, what looked like an interesting job was displayed on it. ”Would be a good job, looks like it would pay a lot if you want to try for it.”

Dustin looked a Pat and then turned around and sighed to himself. Okay lets go and eat my treat. He said this and ran into the bath room wetting his hair and coming it the natural way his hair ran. He turned on the water and used the soap on the side and washed his hands. He grabbed a hand towel from the counter and dried his hands. He folded it back and placed it down.

He walked out and grabbed his jacket and slid on the sleeves. He grabbed the middle and puffed it out to where it aligned his figure. He looked at Pat and opened the door. Well lets go and you can choose the restaurant. I have the money. He held the door open and walked out onto the metal steps. He trotted down them and stopped on the sidewalk waiting for Pat to lead him to some restaurant.