Chapter 7: The Fish Bull Dog

As I walk through the streets, trying to find who is the biggest group in the area, one thought keeps popping into my head.

Right after what happened at the police station I went to visit my sister, my mother was also there, she seemed very well considering everything that happened, too well to be exact, that's when I stopped to think, she is a telepath, nothing prevents her to simply use her powers on herself, block side effects of traumatic events, perfectly control addictions, manias, always keep a perfect state of mind, now I understand why my mother was always so balanced despite everything she went through.

After talking with her and my sister, who apparently also went through our mother's "therapy", I went to see my grandfather.

I couldn't trust anyone else to help me find the answers about what I am. He took me to another Color, a doctor, Lucas the Red.

The moment she laid eyes on me she understood why I was still alive, even though I didn't possess an E.G.O. From what she said, because I hadn't developed an E.G.O. to process the radiation present in the environment, all the other tissues in my body adapted to fill the gap. It seems that my whole body absorbs and stores radiation, like a battery.

The "aura" that is often mentioned by people, one of the ways to measure someone's strength, is nothing more than feeling how much radiation the person absorbs around him, the more radiation he absorbs the greater his aura, and the stronger he is.

But my body, because it is adapted to absorb radiation and keep it completely, doesn't need to keep absorbing all the time, that's why I "don't have aura", although by the tests I did, when I suffer some injury, my body uses the radiation it stored to heal the wound, making my healing process almost instantaneous, but when it uses the energy to heal it starts absorbing radiation again, in the mean time I emit a semi-aura.

Because of my many training sessions, and because my body regenerates very quickly, I ended up developing an abnormal physique. From what I've had of experience and training in the last 2 months, it is remarkable that my physical abilities approach at least level 2, the only problem is that because my brain does not absorb radiation I am very weak against any kind of psychic attack.

I hope this Zeca guy is not a psychic type.

While I was thinking about all this I got some information walking through the streets of district 10. It seems that the most dangerous local gang is called "The Pentagram", which sounds like the name of a trash metal band.

I beat up some of the gang members while hiding in apartments, I've been here for almost two weeks now, and apparently my head is already worth gold in the city.

I just hope I can get the Bull Dog's attention before someone else gets that gold.

While I was hiding in one of the abandoned buildings in town, someone knocked on the door of the apartment I was in, and then he said: "Zeca said he wants you to do a job for him."

Finally this fish-bull-dog took the bait.