Gabriel quickly rustled himself free from the Ice Man and kicked the grenade closest to him out of the open back door, sending it safely away from him. In the small amount of time, he ducked behind one of the shelves as he grenades exploded. The shelf toppled over, almost crushing him, had it not been for the next shelf holding it up. He emerged quickly, and left the store, knowing what he wanted. In the distance, he seen the man with the girl over his shoulder.<br/><br/>Gabriel appeared in front of them, the speed of his run almost like a teleportation. He walked towards the man with anger. "Oh, I know your a bastard. The 'act' was acting normal. Now you all have had your chances, now its time for MINE!" Gabriel shouted, finally having enough of everyone's antics. He reached his hand out, sending a wave of blue, fog-like energy at the man, sending him flying back, losing grip of the girl. At the same time, the ground slicked to ice. Gabriel braced himself, ready for the unbalance to come. The ice spread under his feet, though he had a firm placement. He jumped forward and caught the girl before she hit the ground. "Are they going to keep knocking her around?" Gabriel asked aloud. He landed, slidding to his knees. Angrily, he spread heat through the ground, melting the ice in the area around him. Gabriel turned to walk away, swiping his hand backwards and sending a wall of fire shooting up, extending far enough to make a nice barrier between the two and everyone else. "By the time you find your way around this, I will be gone. Have fun you two!" Gabriel shouted through the fire. Before anyone could respond, Gabriel and the girl were gone.<br/><br/>Where had this power come from? How did he know how to use it? Why was his brother being chased by an Agent? Many questions that could not be answered yet. With the girl between his arms, Gabriel returned to his home. He fumbled with the keys, finally finding the one that suited the lock on his apartment. He was on the fourth floor, and had recently outfitted his house with technology to cloak his presence among all the other people there. He went into his room and carefully placed the girl on the large bed, covering her up. He made his way back out into the living room for a brief moment, turning on the tv. As he watched, he checked his pocket for the device he used to cloak his presence. The last few days had been extremely weird. Odd reports on the news, all this information popping into his head, and all these weird people? His life had spiraled out of control. He wasn't sent into this situation empty handed. The information in his head included schematics for devices to cloak him and anyone around him. It was impossible to track him. He pulled out the device, and it was working perfectly. It was small, black, and silver. He stretched, letting out a grunt. He went to sit on the couch, being stopped by his own dirtiness. He had forgotten how dirty the nights event's had gotten him, and it had left him shirtless. He went back into the room and picked out some clothing, heading into the bathroom that was attached to his bedroom. He turned on the light, and partially shut the door, quickly getting into the warm shower.<br/><br/>His room was surprisingly clean for someone his age. His bed was a king size with black covers and black pillows. It was insanely comfortable, and it was almost like sleeping on a cloud. His floor was carpeted, the color white, and his furniture was a slick marble black. He had different portraits throughout the room, the frame for each being black. Needless to say, black was one of his favorite colors. He also liked the color scheme of black and white. In the room was a tv, as well as a covered candle at his bed side.