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The fog had descended quite quickly blanketing the land in a numbing biting chill, only serving to ruin the mood of the hikers that traversed the endless countryside. Ireland. Perhaps this was one of the last frontiers. Or lost frontier, rather....there isn't a soul on the roads. Nothing but sheep and mud. John had only gotten there two days before and he already hated the country to it's core. Along with his surly companion If it wasn't bad enough that they where foreigners and an outsiders, they where mutants as well. John's companion was a mad mutant with a significantly powerful ability. For the moment John had no idea why he'd yanked him along on this journey nor did he have an idea what use he'd be to him. He'd found the kid leading chase across the guttered streets of london leaving a trail of blood as wide as the River Thames. He'd watched the mad man turn three armed cops into nothing but a fine powder of raw matter. It had fascinated him. Of course calming the crazed mutant proved difficult. He'd damaged his filtration system sending toxic fluid spilling across the alley and nearly causing John to slip into shock and bleed out. It all worked out in the end, though.....somehow.
John glanced over at James. Somehow the kid towered over him. John still felt a bit uneasy around him. The way his eyes flitted around like ping pong balls, the things he muttered in the quiet sent chills up his fibre glass spine. The kid did manage to attract a lot of unwanted attention wherever they went. They'd spend no more than an evening in the last village before he found the hateful glares and quiet mumbles overbearing. They took no time at all packing up and slapping down the money for their stay. He was grateful at least that the innkeeper didn't kick them out.
Jon stopped a moment in the middle of the desolate road and searched the pockets of his heavy coat for the map he'd been using to keep his bearings. The ocular implant on the side of his head whirred softly and displayed a compas. It appeared in bright blue print seeming to be laid out on the side of the dirt road. He studied the map a moment and looked further down the road. "It should be quite close." he announced to his companion. His device beeped, a small blue light flashing at the side of his temple. An faint dirt trail could be seen winding around the back of a nearby hill disappearing from view. "There we go." He murmured under his breath.
John stuffed the map away and headed down the dirt road, eager to get out of the damp chill. For thirty minutes John trekked through the sparse traces of a trail. He lost it twice having to turn back and estimate which direction the trail could have lead. He'd almost given it up for a lost cause and a wrong turn before they stumbled onto the entrance. Little more than a hole in the ground.
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At first, he was nice, but was a witness. He must die "Die die, go, die, food, hungry, die." Was James' reactions to the man's words. However, from a small scrap, the two seemed to have calmed down. The man seemed in pain, dying, James had a small humane moment to react to this. Helping him to his feet and giving small first aid.
Anyway, the two had spent their time journeying, James didn't even know where they currently are, let along where they were going. The small villages and towns they had stopped at didn't seem to happy to see them, but were still a good feast for James. Now, in this field, James had grown hungry and aware. Looking over his surroundings as fast as his eyes would let him, muttering to himself the same words; "Hungry hungry, thirsty, no hungry. Will blood work? Drink my blood? How much? Two litres? No, I die, one will do. Hungry Hungry."
Finally, they had arrived, Cyrus had used a strange paper thing with a strange sound as he led on. Finally allowing the two to reach some kind of entrance, why? What's here? Food?
"Food? Why? Hungry. Where? Where is Vibe? Where is Cyrus? Hungry hungry hungry..." James spoke towards his new companion, slouching over while walking uncomfortably. As if he wanted to run, his hands constantly entering and leaving his pockets, sometimes raising them to his face to squeeze, scratch and moan. Until quickly returning to the pockets.
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Most of the bare concrete walls started to crack and decay over the years but the one/s residing inside sure that was pretty normal for concrete. The bunker could have been in Ireland for ages. Morgan got up from his little nap, wiping his eyes with his right wrist and softly sighed, searching around for his hunting knife. He remembered leaving it on the nightstand of his bed and he quickly slipped it into it's sheath to keep from nicking himself with it.
It had been a few months since Xavier's School was void of existence and this bunker was plenty enough to supply Morgan alone. Though, with it's age showing in the surrounding walls, it made him assume that it had been used. It would only be a matter of time until the supply would have to have another quantity check. Knowing that it was a good idea to do so, Morgan went down a few floors to see where he stood on sustaining himself. There was enough to feed an entire army, but it concerned him that he had made a dent in the supply. He went back upstairs to head over to a table at the end of a hall next to the front entrance. On the contrary, there was a bit of whining coming from the wall and he flicked his head that direction, wondering what it was for. Then he soon realized that it was the silent alarm that indicated that someone was at the front entrance.
His eyes squinted a bit, knowing that no one had been here for a while in the past week. He quickly threw a portal to the end of the space where his long line of beds were. Then he set a portal near the outside of the hallway that led to the entrance. He carefully slid down the hallway, opening the doors to find two faces, one showing that he had a bit of work in technology. I slid the door a bit wider from it's crack, staring at the two at the door. I was rather on edge but I didn't know whether to invite them in or run off. I simply moved my arms in sign language, projecting out the words, "Human or Mutant?" After that he stood straight, trying see if he could detect a lie out of them.
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John tapped the side of his ocular implant. It flickered, the bright blue lens flashed and grew brighter. "Is this place safe?"
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This man looks a lot like a soldier, somehow. It reminded James of when he was back at the testing facility, soldiers in trench coats firing bullets at James to see how much he could destroy or repel at one time. Those assholes deserve to die. Not only that, but this place seemed a lot like the facility as well. Are they bringing him back?
James fell to the floor, his hands held to his face, pulling on it. Pulling his cheeks down as he rubbed his hands over his face and covered his head. "No no no no no no no no, I-I I I I I I don't want to. No, die. Die. Hungry Hungry hungry HUNGRY! Blood, need. Food. Eat. Die. Demon. Witch. Die." He panicked, and continued to do so. The ground had begun to vibrate, slowly increasing as James continued repeating the above words. He seemed to be making a decision, leaning forward towards the strange portal man, then leaning backwards and facing the exit. Constantly switching, his head twitching around as he tried to look around but tried to hide.
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I flicked the switch for the main lights to come on instead of the smaller lamps that were installed around the room. They fluttered to turn on but they eventually a full humming sound that the luminescent bulbs usually do. Suddenly as the man on the ground began to scrape against his face, I took a step back, signing, "What's wrong?" The ground began to vibrate slowly and I rose my hands in the air slightly, trying to keep my balance. I looked over at the Cyborg and signed, "Calm him down." I then threw two portals, one on the ceiling in the room with mattresses and one on the wall that was above the table in the room we were in for precaution.
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John let him go and patted him on the back. "What about supper, madman?" He turned to Morgan. "We've been wandering the sheeplands for hours I think all my friend here needs is food and comfort. He's a bit fragile in the head, it's best if we keep him calm."
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She paused and looked around the field a bit. Her glasses slightly glowing from the wonders that were in her eyes. She sighed and began to playfully float like some astronaut doing back flips in zero-g. "What a wasteland~. Kind of makes me sad to see the land around here so.... dead.... It's truly a sha-!" She paused as she bumped into what seemed to be a cellar door. A cellar? In the middle of no where? Oh right... She had been searching for something like this. "Oh!.... Exciting~." She then paused hearing voices not too far from it. "Hello~! If your some sort of angry pack of gorilla monsters, speak now or forever hold your peace!"
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"Mad man, don't fall apart on me now. This is a safe place don't go bringing the ceiling down on us. John pulled Jame's head down level with his and he glared at him. "This man is not our enemy he is mutant like us."
He quickly looked towards Cyrus' face, his worried expression fell back to a small smile. "Yes, yes. Hungry."
"What about supper, madman?"
"Supper? Food. Hungry hungry hungry." He raised his body, his hands still rubbing over his face as he pulled his left lower eyelid down slightly while his other hand tugged on his lip sideways. His eyes were filled with insanity, his pupils dilate and his eyes wide. "This man, soldier, food. Eat. Hungry hungry hungry, eat him. Kill kill kill!" His words slowly grew louder as he continued his muttering, his eyes flickering around the room. Darting back to the new soldier-like man, then falling away again to scan the room.
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Suddenly he heard the whining again and stared at the blinking silent alarm and he got up and took the portals away, sliding the door open ever so carefully. Morgan stared at the circular glasses and squinted my eyes, signing with one hand, "I can't speak though... I am sorry that..." He stared at the ground, wondering what to sign and he simply asked, "Mutant or Human?"
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"Oi. So... you can't speak?" Her grand mother had been deaf so these were quite familiar to her. But only to a certain amount. She watched his hands again before beginning to sign back to him. "Mutant. Don't worry about the speaking thing. I've seen sign language a bit in my day." She said before looking around. "So....... Nice place you got here." She said with a small laugh.
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The chill of the air sent a shiver down Katalin's spine as she pulled her jacket closer to her. Her younger brother was still sound asleep next to her. She smiled softly at him before gently setting the blanket over him. How long had they spent in this bunker? It seemed like years, yet Katalin knew that it had only been a few months. She pushed a stray hair out of his face; he looked so peaceful when he was asleep.
She slowly got out of bed, trying her best not to wake him. Some people might have found it strange that she and her thirteen year old brother usually slept in the same bed together. However, after everything they had been through, it seemed like a small comfort. A small rabbit was curled up next to Job, twitching in its sleep. Katalin didn't know when the small animal had gotten there, but she was used to strange things like that by now. She pet the rabbit's head carefully and it nuzzled into her touch.
With a sigh, Katalin zipped up her jacket, blowing into her gloved hands. She had never really like the cold much, but it was one of those things you get used to eventually. She sighed, leaving the room to head to the kitchen. The poor girl was starving. Her fingers traced along the concrete of the wall, the cracks and crevices familiar by now. "Kat?" a small voice called out and she turned to see Job peeking out of the room.
She frowned at the frightened tone in his voice, "Is something wrong, Job?"
He ran towards her, his socked feet padding softly on the ground. Before she knew it, he had latched onto her waist, "I had a nightmare again."
Katalin saw the rabbit hopping towards them as she knelt down to hug her little brother, "It's okay, Job. We're safe now."
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This moving mass was the mutant known as Balaur Draak to most people, though most people wouldn't exactly stick around to get to know his name. The reason being for peoples apparent fear was namely the fact that he was not Human, a body covered in red scales, large leathery wings and a spiked tail depicted him more as draconian than any other description, he however had no particular qualms about his appearance, only the effect it had on others.
He took a chance to try and look around, flying blind as he was he couldn't see very much at all other than the oppressive wall of white mist surrounding him, whilst most flyers might have needed goggles to prevent bugs from flying into ones eyes Balaur was lucky enough to have a second thin set of eyelids, which worked thankfully about the same as goggles might, unfortunately it gave him a slight sense of tunnel vision. It was because of this he failed to notice a lone telegraph pole, long since disused, which whilst flapping his powerful wings he clipped as he sailed past. The brief contact had an immediate effect, he was sent spinning out of the air, yelling in a mixture of pain and shock as he fell to the damp marshy ground bellow, unfortunately this had another effect, in his surprise he failed to contain the fiery power within him and his yell of pain was also mixed with a jet of flame, which stretched out as he spun to the ground, the result was that the grassy area- and the telegraph pole- was instantly set ablaze and though his scales may indeed be tough, they were not fireproof.
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The defining feature about this boy was that he was completely nude, for which there were two reasons, firstly it was impossible to find any clothing that takes both wings and a tale into account when making them. Secondly, unlike mammals, lizards have no sense of sexual nudity- they have no nipples and their genitalia are stored inside the body, thus, though while his body was indeed appealing to the eye, being slim yet also toned and slightly muscular which would not look at all out of place on a young male model, it was not in any way vulgar.
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Gradually but without knowing, Morgan heard a bit of a scrummaging outside, but he ignored it, tilting his head at the door and then quickly pulling it away. But something told him that that wasn't the only thing that was going on outside of the bunker. All of a sudden, a large shout in fear and pain came excreting from the distance, a large boom soon following afterward. It had something to do with a creature of the air landing to the ground. Morgan shoved myself off the wall and launched two apertures, on leading to the outside and one through the wall. He entered the flaming hoop and sprinted off towards the noise, sprinting to find a burning inferno in the distance, and a woman sprinting towards him shouting for help.
Coming to his mind he got the attention of Katalin, quickly reaching over and tapping her shoulder at the end of the room. SHe might have missed that had been going on but she sure was going to figure out. Along with her little brother.
He stared off to see a man with an odd look to himself. His scaly exterior caught Morgan's attention, but the fire in the back brought him even more attention. Morgan stared over, then jumped back inside through the portal, waving for everyone to come out and then looking over to see if the mutant was okay. I ran over to him, sprinting off to see what was up.
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John winced as his equipment sputtered again, the bright blue lens of his artificial eye flickering like a loose bulb. He turned, about to ask Morgan where the bunks where but of course he was out investigating the trouble outside. He lead James down the narrow concrete halls with the old dusty light of the hall lights illuminating their way. John paid close mind to the the wiring that lined the ceiling and disappeared into the walls. There was some form of surveillance somewhere in there. Hooking a feed up to his device would be simple, so would settling in with the others. He could easily upgrade the electrical set up in there given an assortment of materials to work with. If this was to be their safe haven they'd need to work to make it truly safe especially with regards to humans and their military.
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"Wow this parties getting nuts!" She said with a smile. Fire was always a interesting sight but this one seemed to be a bit out of control. Also someone seemed to have been running from it. How fun. She looked towards the woman as she spoke. "Thing huh?..... What exactly is this 'thing' you speak of?"
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As he followed his companion closely around the bunker, not really paying attention to any details except for the food. James eventually spoke yet again. "Soldier. Kill. Eat."