Snippet #1581098

Early morning in Buffalo NY in mid-November. There is a cozy 10 inches of snow on the ground and the snow plows have been up and going since before the sun even rose. Phoenix pulled her long leather trench coat a little closer to herself, swearing about how wet and soggy it was. Most of the humans she passed would stare because she looked as if she had a terrible hunched back when it truth, she was concealing her wings. In most cases she wouldn’t care but as of lately the activity of Mutant Hunters has grown to an alarming amount, and more than a few fellow Mutants have been vanishing. “Gallagher must be in town,” she mumbled to herself.

Slowly, Phoenix walked down the street. Every time she took a step there was a soft sizzling sound of her over heated form making contact with the bitter cold ground. If someone was to watch carefully, they would see the snow falling towards her evaporating before it even touched her coat. Taking a right down Virginia Avenue, Phoenix began to glance around to make sure she was not being tailed. She hasn’t heard anything out of the ordinary. A couple at the end of the street were getting in on in the kitchen. The funny part was, Phoenix could hear her husband’s car coming down Main Street. That was going to be a shit storm. Shaking her head, Phoenix walked up the stairs and held her right hand out towards the ground and waves of heat began to radiate from her palm, melting the snow to reveal a symbol burned into the concrete. It was a pair of wings, a symbol Phoenix made to let all Mutants know that there is safety nearby.

Turning back the way she came, Phoenix walked down the narrow alley way to the back of the apartment she was just standing in front of. Crouching down, she popped the basement window open and awkwardly slid through the window, her wings making the job difficult. Once inside the dark basement Phoenix closed the window and then found a switch. Turning it on, the massive basement was lit by a handful of ceiling lights. “Home sweet home,” Phoenix said to herself. Taking off her coat and hanging it on a nearby coat rack, Phoenix stretched her wings as much as she could.

In the small basement there were 2 massive sofas, a flat screen tv with a PS3 hooked to it and 2 cases full of games and movies. There was a kitchen area with brunet orange counters, a microwave, a large fridge and a sink with a few dirty dished in it. There were 4 doors to choose from. One was locked tight since it leads to the upper part of the building. Two other lead to furnished bed rooms and the last was a bathroom. It took her a while, but Phoenix built the place on her own, a few mutants passing though helping when they could. It was her home and a safe house to any who needed it. Well, Mutant wise.