<div class="floatleft">(http://cdn.collider.com/wp-content/uploads/teen-wolf-tyler-hoechlin.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Max Doubrava (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12379614#msg12379614)<br/><strong>City | Date | Time</strong>Terre Haute, Indiana; August 3rd, 2017; 2 PM PST<br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong>Kyle, Agents<br/><strong>Content:</strong>A big gay werewolf superman<br/><hr/><br/>Max shrugged at Kyle's question, glancing the short boy over again. The kid seemed a lot smaller like this, smaller here in a life and death situation than he had been when Max had spied him at the University, where he was a bit more confident and in a place where he excelled. "You always have a choice," Max said with a slightly toothy grin, "I'm not going to force you to go anywhere, but..." He glanced back over his shoulder at where they'd left the agents, then looked back at the boy, "I'd highly advise getting out of here, with or without me."<br/><br/>"I'm still not sure how they find people," he added to answer Kyle's question, "But they do. And I... that's part of what I can do, too. I can sense other Evolved." Whatever the boy had to say about time mostly went over Max's head, but it sounded like his power was pretty damn interesting, and that explained how he was not okay. How useful would that power be, he wondered?<br/><br/>But Kyle didn't seem to be putting up a real fight about coming with him, so Max stepped closer still until they were face to face, Max looking down at the young man as he wrapped his other arm around him, trying not to get any blood on him. "Hold on," he said, "Going to get us a bit further away." He pulled Kyle close, meeting the boy's eyes, before he crouched down slightly, the wind picked up, and once again they were launched, sailing quickly over tree tops, over another row of houses, and landing a little roughly in a slightly more wooded area, though another rush of wind cushioned their fall and Max made sure to take the brunt of it, allowing them to land on their feet. He grunted loudly as his legs made contact with the earth, face scrunched slightly with the pain of his wounds, and once there he released Kyle and leaned back against a tree to catch his breath.<br/><br/>"I hate guns," he muttered before looking back at Kyle. "Don't worry about school," he said, "Staying alive is more important, and I can always get you tutors in whatever you want. I mean, if you decide to stick around once we're out of here."<br/><br/>