Brandon's Story - Brooklyn Bridge

### Brandon:

**as he was walking on the bridge, he thought to himself, wondering why and how he was brought back in this world.**

**It was a roughly a quiet day out, a nice breeze going through his long black hair, the sun reflecting off of his light blue eyes. It was beautiful.**

### Katie:

**She'd walk around as she was too busy making her own adjustments to her helmet she built as she was preparing to fly into space at some point.**

### Wanda:

**Her lips softly parted, and her hair neatly diverted down her shoulders. Wanda‘s irises shifted from road to road, her mind occupied and dissolving in her most impelling of thoughts, a small simper arousing her lips as she pondered the future in more detail, distancing from reality slowly. Mrs. Von Doom, she would soon become, and she near enough couldn’t wait.**

### Brandon:

**He would continue to walk on the bridge, step after step he counted, still wondering how he was brought back, it made no sense in his mind. He rubbed his cheek, it still burned in that area, a blue scar was there of course, but he just couldn't understand what happened after that moment, all he could remember is a man in a trench coat and some mind of hat**

### Katie:

**Her tail waves slightly as she looks at the strange smell scent as she then pressed a button on the helmet as she then looked at the man.** "Huh is that Ms. Von Doom".

### Wanda:

**Wanda halted in her steps, turning around to the water, the bridge hovered upon. Narrowly, she could see the ripples, that wavered on the surface, it gave her a chilling satisfaction in all honesty. It was something she could call beautiful and calming like a lullaby.**

### Brandon:

**He would notice the girl staring at the water, walking on the guard rail, one step at a time. He took a seat next on the rail, looking down at the water.** "What year is it?" **He looked up in the air asking the question, seeing the girl flying above.**

### Katie:

**She'd land as she then looked at him as she then walked over to the man and the businesswoman.** "uh hello" **She'd look at them as she looked at them studying them as she then grabbed her helmet and pressed a button allowing it to fully form.**

### Wanda:

“People usually greet each other with a simple, ‘Hello’.” **She spoke with such annoyance, her mental distraction simply destroyed and near enough dead. Wanda completely averted her whole attention to the water, instead of the two people that narrowly came to talk to her. For some odd and peculiar reason.**

### Brandon:

"What's the year?" **He pretty much demanded now. He wasn't really used to manners. He seemed childish in behavior as well.**

### Katie:

"2024" **She'd look at her and the guy.** "Hello there." **She then turned her attention to the helmet.**

### Brandon:

**He turned to the girl, his blue eyes staring into hers for a second.** "How long ago was 2019?"

### Katie:

"Five years ago buddy," **She said as she briefly looked up from her tinkering.**

### Brandon:

**Brandon would continue to watch as just the railings on the bridge would melt. His long black hair flowing in the wind, as he lays on his stomach, the circle of fire around him grows in size, moving his legs up and down.**

### Mia:

**Mia was walking down the roads of Brooklyn, her eyes closed her and mind somewhat in a hazy meditation. After the...*Aquarie* encounter, the woman needed a break. Sure, Doom had given her more jobs to do, people to kill, money to earn, but honestly who could be bothered with that? Doctor Doom was a man who sent Mia into such a state of cringe at times that even thinking about him made her clench her fists with annoyance. Yeah, maybe she really did need a break, huh?**

**As she turned a corner, she opened her eyes and tilted her head. Her long, thick braid took a slant to the side, and her face pulled a quizzical and confused expression. The Brooklyn Bridge was...*hissing* and on fire. And there was a person sitting not far from it, in a pool of flames. How many weird people really were in New York? Still...it was curious. And Mia was curious...curious as to why someone would do such a thing.**

`Approach it but...be careful. I don’t want us getting killed.`

“Right back at ya,” **Mia muttered, rubbing the back of her head as the voice once again came to her and began to hiss down her ear.** **The Floridian made her way towards the person and pulled a face when she realised that it was a man of some sort. Probably a mutant, by the looks of the flames, but a man. All of the strangest people in New York were always men, apparently.** “Setting the bridge on fire is a bit extreme, don’t you think?” **She sighed, looking to the melting railing and itching her nose.**

### Brandon:

**Brandon would turn his head back from his own curiosity from the voice that echoed in his ears. His face was some-what boyish, but it seemed gentle. On his right cheek was a bright blue burn. He looked at her in the eyes, trying to figure out what she was doing there.**

"It's nothing compared to what I've done before." **He manor seemed a little bit serious along with playful.**

**He turned his attention away from the girl, looking at the hissing bridge as some of the ropes would begin to snap now. After a moment of some silence, he would get in criss-cross-apple-sauce seating while resting his head on the palm of his right hand.**

### Mia:

**Mia looked from Brandon to the bridge, before stepping away smartly. She folded her arms against her chest and shot him her own quizzical look. What he said then...it was, in its own way, sinister. She’d have to be wary. Yes...that was a must. Mia had been in New York long enough to know that people like this definitely weren’t ones to trust.**

`He was the one who burned down Ohio...`

**Her eyes widened as the voice said this, and she began to wrack her memory to the time that it had happened. Yes! This was all true! She remembered watching the news with her Grandfather, she didn’t know where her mother was at the time, but Mia remembered the news...she remembered the story.**

**Her mind snapped out of thought quickly, as she saw some of the ropes being to snap. She sighed - what was this boy on? Some type of suicide mission?** “I understand that,” **She replied, the Floridian in her accent clear,** “However I fail to see...why the bridge? Why not...I don’t know...one of the towers?”

### Brandon:

**After some thinking about what she said, he looked up at some of the towers that were nearby. Squinting his eyes as he looked into the sun by accident and then back down to the ground in a quick jerk of his head.**

 "Well at first I didn't think about the towers.. but now I think I know why I didn't think about them. I think it's simply because.. I don't want anyone to leave yet."

**He looked at her now, eyeing her up and down with his light blue eyes. Standing up from his position as he let out a small sigh. Closing his eyes for a moment as the flames around him disappeared. He was around 5'9-5'10 maybe? He was a skinny-muscle build.**

"Plus I think I like burning things that have the most effect on people." **His voice seemed calm at the moment.**

### Mia:

“So, you burning down this bridge...” **She looked to the rest of the railings - they were melting away, turning into puddles of iron,** “It’s a way to keep everyone here?”

**She pondered on his statement. How peculiar. Sure, Brandon definitely wasn’t the typical type of ‘weird person’ Mia had met within the city, but he was definitely like them. They all seemed to want the same thing: power. Obviously, others wanted different things as well, like money, for example. But, from the woman’s perspective, it seemed that all Brandon wanted was power and control.**

“It’s an interesting statement, I’ll admit,” **She went on, placing her hands into her pockets,** “Clever.”

### Brandon:

"Some people have problems with my burning down things. I don't like that kind of person. They stop all the fun, ya know?" **Brandon spoke in such a calm way, others thought it was scary, well, before they got to see what true terror is.**

**He turned to the bridge, before he flicked his fingers, less than half of the bridge was ignited in a large blue sea of flames. The screams that filled the cars were silenced a second after they began. The flames wouldn't stop there, no. They would continue to burn away at the bridge until puddles of iron and steel were left in the wake of the flames.**

**He looked back at the girl with a smile on his face, the sides being highlighted with a light blue, his light blue eyes looking into her soul.** "What do you like to do for fun?"

### Mia:

“I don’t...*have* fun,” **Mia admitted, looking over to Brandon and shaking her head.**

**He definitely was peculiar. Not the worst person in the world - she *definitely* thought his actions were okay. It was just how he went about them. If this boy didn’t plan out any of his actions carefully, then he could get himself into trouble. And no one wants that, really. Do they?**

**She looked from him to the burning people in their cars. She hadn’t seen a sight like this in a long, *long* time. It was very appealing to watch, for the most part anyway. Men, women, children. All gone, just like that.**

 “I do things that are appealing to me though. I go out and...watch people, for the most part. Sometimes I get funny looks off of people - it’s not nice. However, I tend to stick to myself. It’s just for the betterment of mankind, don’t you think?” **She looked back from the burning cars and turned to the boy again, tilting her head and raising her eyebrows.**

### Brandon:

**He took a second to register her words. The gears in his head turning to figure it out.** "You don't have fun? How is that any way to live?" **He thought for a moment more, turning back to the cars, then back to the girl once again.** "Do you not know how to have fun?"

**He focused on the aspect that she doesn't know how to have fun more than anything else she said. His eyes staring into her even more only focused on that one word. Fun. He shook his head in a moment before turning to her one more time.**

"I think having fun is more important than anything else in the world. If you don't know how to have fun in your life, you won't ever be happy." **The burning of the bridge continued, the flames growing even hotter, they have to be around almost 3,000 degrees F as of now, but they will continue growing.**

**He still seemed shocked that she doesn't have fun.**

### Mia:

**Happiness wasn’t something that Mia wanted. Not really. She liked the idea of being alone because being alone made her content. But the actual *joy* of life didn’t really...thrill her. She felt joy when she was a child, especially when she was around the age of 8 or 9, but after she got her powers, something happened. The voice in her head got meaner, and the girl became more isolated and quiet. She lost all senses of happiness when she was around 17. 10 years on...she didn’t really feel *numb*, she definitely felt other emotions. But happiness wasn’t one of them.**

**Who’s to say she can’t have fun though?**

 “I think you’ve gotten confused with what I’ve told you,” **she explained, her body language calm, likewise to her voice,** “I can have fun. In fact, I used to have fun all of the time. But...I suppose things change. Having fun isn’t what *I* look for in life right now.”

### Brandon:

**He took a second to register her words again, he just didn't really understand that someone couldn't want happiness or to have fun... It's what made the world spin in his eyes. He stayed silent for a few more moments.**

**He finally spoke** "Do you hate anyone? What do you do if you hate that person? Do you let it build up? Do you forgive them?"

**He seemed interested in knowing the person right in front of him, it was his first human interaction in.. well... ever since he first died, which was around 5 years ago. 5 years is a long time to such a hyperactive little boy, of course, he didn't remember any of it. He just knew that he died.**

**The bridge would begin to finally tear apart, he wasn't focusing on it, so the flames took awhile more to spread across it fully.**

### Mia:

**Mia frowned but didn’t object to his questions. Of course, she hated people. Why else would she murder them? Sure, some people were annoying, like Fat Bob for example. Other people just asked for it. Her mother was *definitely* a strong contender in that department, along with those 3 girls back in high school. Still, she couldn’t let herself get carried away and tell this stranger everything, especially about who she had killed. Though, he was murdering people himself. So maybe she could just share...thoughts.**

 “Hatred is a very strong word,” **She started, her eyes flickering to the bridge collapsing in front of her,** “But I wouldn’t objectify to not feeling it. That I definitely do feel, and I deal with it in my own way. Sometimes, it’s in ways that normal people don’t see fit. But, I personally, see nothing wrong with it.”

`That’s enough - we don’t want him knowing everything now, do we?`

### Brandon:

"That's exactly right." **He sat down on the bridge as the flames were swirling around it. The ropes were tearing from over there and here. His eyes flickering with joy as he watched it begin to crumble down into ash. He always loved it when things did that, especially people he hated.**

 "Do you have any powers?" **He asked, not taking his eyes off of the flames that were in front of him. He pats down a spot that was right next to him, signaling the girl to come and sit beside him. He enjoyed the talk that they had, he felt like there was an emotion there that wasn't just pure anger and sadness.**

**Everyone seemed to just ignore his questions and ignore him completely... He felt so alone in this world, but someone that actually understands the feeling of anger. It made him happy that someone wasn't ignoring him for once. He liked it when people answered his questions.**

### Mia:

**Mia stepped closer but stayed standing. She didn’t trust people easily, and as of now, Brandon had a huge engulfing amount of flames surrounding him, and, in all honesty, that was something she didn’t trust.**

 “I do have powers,” **She told the boy, her jacket swishing out behind her as a gust of wind went past the two,** “I’m a mutant. I assume that’s what you are as well, though I could be mistaken?”

**Mia didn’t really like talking about her powers - especially as sometimes they were unpredictable. She wasn’t too keen on showing the boy what they could do either, though if he asked her she would more likely than not oblige to do so. The bridge was gone as it was, whats to add a little more chaos to the scene?**

### Brandon:

**He looked up at her and then realized that there was fire surrounding him. He let out an embarrassed smile, before flicking his hand and the flames would disappear that was around him, giving her enough room to actually sit.**

"What's a mutant?" **He questioned as he didn't even know they were a thing, he just thought some people have powers, others didn't. He didn't learn really much of anything as he spent his life under an abusive father and a mother that died when he was born, plus he was too poor to go to school.** "I would like to see more of them, I mean, I kinda showed you mine."

**He let out a small smile toward her.**

### Mia:

“A mutant...” **Mia explained, going a little more closer towards Brandon and kneeling down,** “Is someone with abilities that normal people wouldn’t have...”

**She wasn’t sitting directly next to him, oh no. She was too smart to do something like that - the fire was still spreading around the bridge and at any moment it seemed that this boy could pop. She wasn’t willing to wish her life away just yet. Taking her right hand out of her pocket, Mia took the black glove that lined it off and showed Brandon her palm. A flicker of lightning etched out of it before a spark rose up, and she directed it towards one of the cars on the far side of the burning bridge. As the lightning shot at the bridge, it suddenly set on fire and a scream could be heard from the front seat. The engine had obviously exploded...or something like that anyway.**

**She looked to the car for a moment, her blue eyes unphased by the matter at hand. It was a beautiful sight, seeing someone get killed. And she hadn’t done that properly in God knows how long.**

 “I don’t tend to use my powers all that much,” **she explained, showing Brandon her palm again. A large, bloody gash had appeared where the lightning had shot out of it, and Mia winced at the sight, before putting her glove back onto her hand, slowly,** “It hurts, but the outcome of my powers...it is beautiful.”

### Brandon:

**He showed concern for her palm, attempting to take her hand into his own hand.** "Can you remove the glove? I can.. make it better.." **He blushed for a moment. His eyes fixed on her hand, he was honestly too scared to look her in the eyes at the moment.**

**The flames around the bridge seemingly became duller, they were not a bright raging blue anymore, they were a normal, bright fire red. The bridge was just about to collapse though, screams still coming from it as the people would be in more pain now, now that the fire wasn't all that hot, they would slowly eventually burn to death instead of having it over in an instant.**

"I use my powers all the time, they are apart of me. I think my flames are beautiful as well, but others tend to think I'm some kind of monster. Granted, I am, but it still hurts a little more every time I get called something like that. I tend to finish things off quickly, to avoid that. I enjoy the torture that comes out of the use of my flames, but I can't enjoy it. When people call me things like that."

**Brandon was in fact just an innocent kid inside, but he was doomed from the get-go. His life was utter trash, but he was fine with it. He became the monster that everyone called him before. His heart was nothing but mere ashes at this point.**

**From placing his hand on hers, she could clearly see the burn marks that were covering his arms, he was hiding them with a long sleeve shirt, but his clothes seemed to be smoking. As if his flesh was burning itself.**

### Mia:

`Mia...`

“It’s...uh...it’s okay,” **She mumbled to the voice in her head, before glancing over to Brandon and swallowing thickly, trying to play what she had just said off with something else,** “Sure.”

**It was clear that the voice didn’t trust him, not one bit. And maybe Mia didn’t trust him either, or maybe she was beginning to. Who knew? She *had* just gotten herself out of a...ridiculous relationship, and that person said he would protect her at all costs. *He* ended up being the one who hurt her the most. Trust issues, trust issues...**

**She took off her glove and placed it into her pocket, almost weary of what Brandon was going to do. She knew that mutants could heal though, why wouldn’t she?**

 “My...my grandfather was a healer,” **She said, her voice soft against the screams of the civilians around them,** “When he was alive, he told me to ignore the people that made fun of you. Nine times out of ten it was probably because they were jealous, but mutants have a bad rep. People just don’t like them, and it doesn’t matter who you are.”

### Brandon:

**Taking her hand he continued to look carefully at it, checking out the wound and seeing it was rather a simple thing to do. He looked up into her eyes and gave her a small smile. His own hand was really soft for some odd reason.** "This is gonna hurt a little bit. It-. It isn't exactly healing... It's just to stop it from bleeding a little bit.."

**He looked nervous as he never really done this before, only really for himself. He took his right finger and slowly pressed it against the wound. It would begin to seer and slowly close the wound.**

### Mia:

**Mia winced slightly, frowning down at her hand as the wound began to heal itself. This was definitely a lot more painful than her grandfather's healing, but it wasn’t the worst feeling in the world. Her powers definitely hurt more than this, that was for sure.**

**Once Brandon was done, she looked down at her hand and sighed. It had worked - and she was greatly thankful for him - but she still felt on edge a little. Not as much as she did earlier into the conversation, but still on edge.**

 “Thank you,” **She looked to him and nodded, taking her hand from his slowly and putting the glove back onto it. Just for safe measures.**

### Brandon:

**He gave her a small innocent looking smile.** "You're welcome." **The bridge would begin to collapse, it crumbling from the opposite end. It made a loud noise that echoed into the sky.** "Guess we should move away from this spot." **he looked at the bridge, still smiling as he got up from his spot.**

 "Do you like killing people?" **He asked her without looking at her, his eyes focused on the collapsing bridge.**

### Mia:

“When I’m killing people that have done something wrong to me, sure,” **Mia nodded slowly, getting up and placing her hands back into the pocket of her coat. She looked to where Brandon was looking and sighed - this was definitely a sight. A sorry one, sure, but also a beautiful one. To an extent,** “Other times I just kill people because they’re in the way. I don’t really think about the ones.”

**She turned her back and began to walk away from the bridge, looking down to the floor and her short-heeled boots. Brandon was definitely someone to be wary about, but right now he was being nice to the woman. She decided to accept that for now, see what else he was capable of. Then, and only then, would she make her decision on things?**

 “I’m assuming we both have places to be now?” **She asked, looking to the time on her iPhone, carefully.**

### Brandon:

**He turned away from his caused destruction, looking back at her leaving. He would have a frown on his face and sadness in his eyes as he watched her walk away. He muttered a few words.** "I got nowhere to go.."

**Those words sounded like they had a deeper meaning as if he was searching for something or maybe someone. The fire would kick up again, making sure to leave the bridge in the sea that was beneath it. The blue flames raging on, growing hotter and stronger in strength before there was nothing left. The bridge was completely destroyed by now.**

**He walked forward with his head down as the flames would surround him once again as if putting up a shell that he was enclosed in. He only let go of those flames once he got to know her, for that second, he felt like he could trust someone, he had fun with her. But he misinterpret her words.**

**He looked toward her and asked her a question.** "Maybe we could see each other sometime again?" **His voice was soft.**

### Mia:

**Mia pondered on the question for a moment. The conversation was nice with Brandon, for sure. She wasn’t intending on hurting him anytime soon, that was one thing that was certain. She sensed that, more than anything, he was a broken child who really needed someone to help him through his problems. Of course, she herself maybe who he is looking for...but Mia knew deep down she wasn’t the caring sort of person. Still, to be in contact with someone may be helpful. Especially in this Doom situation that her, Eugene and Anarchy had gotten themselves into. Maybe he could be of some use?**

 “Perhaps we will see each other around the city. That would be a nice surprise,” **She replied, turning around and looking over to Brandon with squinted eyes,** “I’m Mia, by the way. We didn’t exchange names, and usually, I wouldn’t be the first person to tell people my name, but you seem like the type of person I can trust.”

### Brandon:

"My name is Brandon." **He said through the cloud of flames that he put himself in. Smiling a little as the flames erupted from underneath his feet, jetting him in the air.**

**As soon as he took off, the bridge finally collapses completely. All who were alive from the fire would soon fall into the water and most likely die from their injuries. He thought to himself for a moment about that feeling that he had, it was as if he finally reached someone he could trust, but that was only because she didn't ignore him, she didn't run away. He liked those type of people.**

"Farewell.." **He whispered into the sky as smoke filled the sky.**