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Scar couldn't help but give a toothy smile. "Aw you're cute when you're embarrassed." He laughed as he got out the remainders of the supplies. "Alright, you want to do this yourself, or do you want me to help?" He asked knowing that with a stranger it could be a bit awkward.

Scar tied off the bandage before speaking. "Weird, I don't remember those." He said moving over to her front so he could see her. "I want you to stay here." He said. "Once you get your powers back, I want you to stay here, help the resistance... we don't actually have any healers... most healers were killed out..." He said shrugging.

"I'm just lucky my gift is mutated enough it didn't show on those scanners." He said sighing. "The reason all of us have such weird powers down here is that they do their hunting by type now. Only the rare, and weird can live. First were the healers, then the telepaths, I think they were trying to kill out our support... it worked."

Niccea shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know. I think he is the movement to permenately rid Gifted of their powers." She scratched her chin. "This is not nessessarily a bad thing in my opinion. Some Gifted don't want to be who they are. Me? I have no choice. I'm 57. It wasn't pretty last time I almost lost my Gift."

Niccea sighed. "I shall see what I can do."

Scar nodded. “Let’s go talk to Scanner. He might be able to help.” He said motioning for the girl to follow. ‘Scanner, see if you can find the wolf using her memories.” He said pulling the girl with him. For once he was actually able to touch someone without hurting them. Of course that was only because he’d already transferred all his wounds to her, but still, he was holding her hand.

Thaya let herself be towed along by Scar. For a moment she thought
about trying to get her hand back from him. Only a few short months ago
it'd been Ethan who held her hand. But there was this nagging feeling in
the back of her mind. She wanted to take comfort from someone, to have
an anchor. You want to replace him. One bitter voice snarled at her while
another part of her cried No! The thought broke her heart and she had to
close her eyes.

With Scanner working his magic it hid the inner turmoil. The dizzy-buzzing-
headache made her clasp onto Scar's hand for support, and allowed her to
hide her emotions. The two of them were likely to think that 'Angel' was in
a bit more pain than she really was.

Thaya passed a relieved and greatful look to Scanner. She wasn't sure if
he knew why she appeared to be in so much pain, but if he did she was
glad that he kept her private thoughts private.

"I'm ok. I just have a low tolerance for pain, and there's been quite a bit
of that today." She placed her free hand on Scar's arm to reassure him.

She got her emotions under control and focused on what was being
said. "The agent? What agent?" There was no way to hide the hope in
her voice.

((I need advise on my writing. I chose this section because it includes both a lot of action, and a little dialogue as well.


Isaac gave the bouncer a handshake as he entered the bar. “You don’t hear anything.” He said behind him as he scanned the room. There were plenty of potential fights waiting to happen; He just had to pick the right one.

Outside the bouncer checked what was in his hand. He was getting forty creds just to let some kid in. It wasn’t like he could get a drink anyway, so why not?

Isaac found a group that seemed particularly drunk. “Hey, big guy.” He said tapping the largest of the group on the shoulder.”I’d be willin’ to bet all of this…” He rose up his wallet which was as thick as a brick. “That you couldn’t beat me in a fight.”

The man seemed to ignore him. Isaac grinned. “What, you’re afraid?” He taunted looking to the rest of the group. “All of my money against all of yours. “ He said looking to one of the others. “Can you believe that? Fatty over here won’t even fight a kid.”

The man stood at the name.”Don’t call me that.” He growled glaring at Isaac.

“Don’t over-exert yourself.”Isaac said preparing for the immanent attack.

The man lunged after Isaac trying to connect with a right hook. Isaac smirked as he ducked, and put a foot out. The man tripped, and tumbled to the floor with a thud. He then grabbed the back of the man’s hair, and smashed his nose into the floor. He waited a few seconds before removing the man’s wallet.

“So, where’s my money?” He said holding his hand out to the two other men.

One of the men shook his head. “No way a kid could take him out like that. That was rigged.” He said.

“Nope, not rigged. I’m just that good.” Isaac said remaining steadfast.
The man sighed. “Fine.” He said digging into his pocket. Before Isaac could react the man imbedded a knife into his palm.”Now, where’s my money?” The man mocked with a smirk.

Isaac winced as he pulled out the knife, and tossed it to the side.”You have no idea...” He muttered walking towards the man. His eyes darted over to a nearby table. He grabbed a bottle of what looked like wine. “This stuff kills you know.” He said pouring a bit on his wound before smashing it against the man’s head.

The bottle shattered sending bits of glass scattering across the floor. The final member of the group charged at him. Isaac waited until the last moment, jumped in the air, and planted a knee in the drunkard’s sternum. As the man started falling back, Isaac shoved his thumbs into the man’s eye sockets.

“I think I won.” He said reaching into the last two men’s wallets. “Thank you very much.” He said over his shoulder before walking towards the exit. Several eyes watched in awe as the boy walked out and onto the streets without even a comment.


Anyway, I need help with losing the whole "He said" thing after every quotation mark, and also, if you have any tips on my fight scene, that would be appreciated as well.

Just so you know, This is a part of a large project I've been working on, that when I finish will have a total of 6 full length stories, all of them with a cliffhanger ending, and all of them tie together in interesting ways.))