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NYC
NYC (9)
You never what's going to happen down at the clubs or roaming around the streets of New York City with a new band of mutants growing rapidly in numbers more powerful than any other previous generation of mutants.
Henry Bond or Ghost as many called him walked the streets of nyc. His pale skin turned many heads of passing people, many of whiched guessed he was a mutant. He strode passed many of the brightly lit pubs and bars of ny but paid little attetion to them. But one he did enter.
Violet walks through the crowded city of New York. It is night time but at a city as busy as this one, the...
Ghost looked up from the bar. The drink in his hand had warmed slightly as he had waited and the ice had melted away. He saw her standing there beside him.
Violet smiled, as she always do. "Well, I kinda...
Henry's words left his lips but never were sounded. He got a napcin and wrote on it. The words read shall we leave. He gave the napkin to her and waited for a reply. The man behind Henry still was cleaning himself up from spilling his drink. As she took the note Henrys cold skin brushed passed her. He put on a apologetic face. He picked up his glass and took one final swig of the drink and then placed it back down on the bar
The noise from the gigantic speakers is now beginning to irritate Violet. She need to yell out to Henry just to talk. Henry tries to reply, but his voice was unable to be heard through the music. He then looked as if he is searching for something, and pulled out a napkin. Why would he need a napkin here? Okay then. Violet saw him writing words down on top of it. He then handed it to her. His cold, freezing skin brushed against hers, surprising her. She have forgotten about it. She jolted back a bit because of it. Violet hold the napkin in her hand and read it. She nodded and agreed. This place is very over crowded.
There wasn't a joint or muscle on Victor Creed's body that didn't ache. Of course it beat the alternative of being dead, but then he didn't remember that part so there really wasn't nothing to compare it to.
He pulled his motorcycle into the convenience store and filled the tank, then went inside to pay for the gas, three hot dogs, a soda and a pack of smokes. He could feel eyes on him as he went about his business. He was used to that. His height alone tended to draw attention. Once they saw his claws, they were quick to move their attention somewhere else.
Creed rode further down the Interstate until he came across a rest ara. It was as good a place as any to take a break. He found a table away from the overly energized kids allowed to free range after being cooped up in their parents' tricked out SUV.
It seemed the only place that I can get any peace is thirty stories up. I waded in the clouds, draining out the sounds of a strangely familiar city. Everything was the same. Everything was different. I wasn’t sure how I ended up in this time and in this place, but I was sure that it wasn’t home. The situation that surrounded my family second that particular motion. I looked down blow me, saw the lights, and due to my keen senses, heard the noise. The constant speech of New York. Back in my own universe I was comfortable with that sound, but here in this town nothing makes sense. Back home I had a purpose. One that I didn’t want, but a purpose all the same. The familiar faces in this world are ones that have been presumed dead or those that have tried their best to ignore my existence, my mother and father (in this world) included.
I free fall down to the city and halt my speed five seconds before I touch ground. Land softly into an alley behind a bar. I lean against the brick wall behind me and close my eyes. Took in the sounds, the smells, the feels and waited for a sign. Something to determine my next step. Then, I feel a chill in the air. Something that didn’t taste right. Something was coming or something was here...