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[microwavelength]

Luke hadn't fought his mother on the relocation. He lied about what happened with Sylar, he told her he had been used and left, nearly murdered but for his ability. It saved him, he lied. All he wanted was to be normal, he lied.

He wasn't sure if she bought it but she didn't fight him either and so he found himself starting in a new school across the country from New Jersey.

It didn't matter. These were all people lesser than he was. He just needed to be here for a little while until he could figure out what to do with his life.

That didn't mean he wasn't careless about it all. He ate kernels of corn that he popped in his bare hand in the quad., in front of everyone.

And they were all scared of him. His dead eyes. He liked that.

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[microwavelength]

"Are we just going to go in fucking circles? Give me the tape. You come by tonight with whatever shit you need and I'll let you edit it and give it back." Luke smirked. "I'm not negotiating with people that fuck with my privacy man. You have five seconds to hand that damned thing over."

He wasn't bluffing. He could melt that camera in Andrew's hand without doing more than giving the kid some burns from molten plastic. He was not someone to mess with right now.

"Put it down in the grass in front of me. Five. Four... I will fuck you up dude. Two--"

[theapex]

"W-Wait. Wait!" The count down, the pressure, the way he raised his hand with a clear thread, it all caused the adrenaline in him to build up so much that when he finally released it, it was a lot messier than all the times he'd practised so far. With a cry that edged on the verge of panic, he let loose a large telekinetic blast that knocked down anything in it's path.

Hard enough to knock Luke off his feet.

"Get away from me! Don't you melt my fucking camera!" Why were people always pushing him around? Why did they have to make him act like this? He felt the overwhelming urge to hurt Luke build up in him and he had to fight to hold it back. He couldn't do this, he couldn't start shit. He wasn't that strong. "Just back off!"

[microwavelength]

One might expect a guy that could melt stuff and pop popcorn in his hand to be really pissed off at Andrew but not Luke. He groaned, laying in the grass, and that groan turned into the strangest laughter. "Holy...fucking...shit--!"

He was like Sylar. Or like him. Destructive. Powerful. He could have used that power at any time though, and that he didn't reminded him of himself. Luke used to taunt his classmates and let himself get beaten up, knowing he could have killed them all with a thought. And Andrew probably did the same.

He sat up, all ruffle haired and weird, muddy eyes. "Why didn't you just fucking say that?!"

[theapex]

Andrew just didn't find it as funny as Luke did, he felt like he'd betrayed his friends for outting himself having powers and given how small his friendship group kind of was, he couldn't really afford to piss them off. He shuffled awkwardly, unsure where to go from here. At least Luke didn't seem to be spoiling for a fight? That was something.

"It's not funny, it's -- it's just -- look, I don't want to talk about it. Do you just believe me now? That I'm not going to out you online."

Hopefully now Luke got why it would be so fucking dumb for him to do that. With great hesitation, he moved in closer to Luke and tentatively, with his camera pushed as much out of reach as he could, he held his hand out to him. "I promise I'm not going to screw us both over like an idiot."

[microwavelength]

Completely uninterested in the hand, Luke brushed the grass from his jeans and stared weirdly at Andrew's face. "What's your name?" He didn't need help. He wasn't going to shake. Touching... Nothing good ever came from touching. He was curious about Andrew though. He wanted to know everything about him. And that might be a problem for the kid if he was trying to keep his small group of friends happy.

Luke was too weird for them, maybe even weirder than Andrew was. At least he embraced how much of an outcast he was. He seemed to like the solitude, but that honestly wasn't true. Nothing could be further from the truth.

"And what else can you do?" He wanted to see it all.

[theapex]

"Andrew." Andrew clearly didn't trust this tone shift and kept his guard up, keeping his camera close in case it was some kind of trap to lure him in and then melt his camera and probably him. He shrugged his shoulders, feeling awkward about discussing this so openly with a strange but ... well, he was just like him.

He was different.

"I looked it all up online. It's telekinesis. But I can fly a little too. Kind of. I can hover." It wasn't quite flying yet but it was something, right? He was still in the early stages, still discovering what he could do. Mostly he could float objects and move people. "I read online that it can build and get stronger - like a muscle."