<br/><div class="floatleft">(https://deffinition.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2018/01/Blue-Flash-From-The-Future.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Character</strong>: Alexander Damien Richards / Witterquick<br/><strong>Location</strong>: The Xavier Institute - Pool<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Storm<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Zander wasn’t one of those wimpy people that hated his powers he had been one to relish them.  He was not the hero type he was generally pretty selfish in most regards.  He wasn’t one of those nice guy types.  Seems like nice guys finished last or even worse ended up ‘friend-zoned’ forever.  No one really ever escaped the friend zone sure his dad did but his mom was crazy in love with him from eight grade so that didn’t count what else did they have to do in the stone age but break rocks and have kids.   His dad hated that joke…or at least he used too.  He didn’t know really he hadn’t seen his parents in forever…Ok, that was a lie he had seen them they were doing ok, but they hadn’t seen him in nigh six years.  It was good for mutants not to go near their families, there was a chance of creating more scary deadly mutant.<strong><em>‘Bullshit!’ </em></strong>He was deadly, but by no means scary.  He was more deadly from his training most of which he got from his father who was a damned normie anyway so what the hell.  The man had been to several wars and such so he was more deadly than Zander was any day of the week unless Zander was moving like he was right now!<br/><br/><strong><em>‘Oh my GOD!’ </em></strong>It was the thought that always ran through the young man’s mind when he moved.  He felt the wind against his face.  Sure it was ionized and his body made a shield to protect him as he ran but beyond that, he loved to feel it sure he sometimes left things off in is wake but sometimes he needed that extra burst to get him where he needed to go.  That and if he turned off the power, no cameras could catch him.  Which typically made him non-existent which was another benefit of his abilities.<br/><br/>Times like this when he just needed to get out and cut loose.  Now when he hit the property. He was over the wall and at the front door in a matter of seconds.  Donuts for them in his left-hand, donuts for him in his right.  He moved to drop the house donuts on the table and he took his own boxes of donuts out by the pool.<br/><br/>He propped up his feet, popped open the box and pour himself some milk before he smelled the still warm gooey donuts in the box.  “Ah, ambrosia.”  He turned to look at the punk rock dark skinned storm goddess.  “Un some?”  He asked offering what he had in the box and the milk on the table, his goggles still in place as even he finally pulled them down around his neck his eyes still sparkling with electricity.<br/>