Snippet #1587798

Cold, why is it so cold? Freak thought to himself, giving a slight shiver...or twitch. He wasn't sure. Because you're in the middle of winter without a coat, dipshit.

As a couple passed him, he heard their thoughts: Poor boy, out in the middle of winter without a coat... Freak looked to his attire; a Nintendo-licensed T-shirt and a pair of jeans, complete with a pair of Black flip-flops.

"Poor boy, poor boy," Freak muttered, then gave piercing howl, causing the couple to hurry away. "I'm going to freeze! Freeze! A Freakcicle!" His breathing increased in it's tempo. "I'm going to die!" He began to hyperventilate, grabbing his hair as he began to feel his mind slip away. "DIE!"

His wailing suddenly ceased as he attempted to calm down. " N-no. I'm not going to die. I-I'm going to find a nice p-person who will left me in and get warm, or at least g-give me a coat." He wanted a coat, he wished for one so bad...He began to walk.

As a businessman walked past, he felt an urge to give his designer leather coat to the 'poor boy', and did so, questioning an hour later as to why.

Even With the coat, Freak still twitched--or shivered. He needed a place that was warm...

Phoenix. Spooked. Hydrokenisis. Lord. Rich, boy. Interesting.

He stopped and looked up. He saw a light on in a window. Mutants...he could hear them.

Maybe they would help him.

"Phoenix!" he yelled up. He did not know who this Pheonix he 'heard' was, but he wanted shelter...he wished dearly for it.