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Sky stumbled in the semi-darkness of the old New York streets, towards the club where many of the Mutants of the Armada had been hiding. She just hoped someone was there, someone who could help her.
Clutching her bleeding stomach, Sky really wished she could have healing powers instead of pyrokinesis. She could only burn stuff. She felt stupid and exhausted and tired, ready to pass out when she hit the doorstep of the night club, peering in to see if anyone was there. It looked pretty much dark, the only lights were lava lamps, and there was maybe one person sitting at the counter, but she couldn't tell, her vision was dimming from loss of blood. Just before she slipped into unconciousness, she banged on the glass window with her blood soaked hand, leaving a bright red print on the dusty glass. Then, all she could see was blackness.