Fade
Thursday, August 17, 2006
With help, I got MJ and Aunt May out of New York. Aunt May has some friends in the country. It should be safer there than anywhere else. Reconstruction for our apartment was underway, but Gaia has ended that. Looks like I'll be staying with the X-guys a bit longer, once this is all over.
I stuck to The Big Apple. The armored things were dead, but lots of innocents still needed help. I pulled a lot of people out of the rubble.I found Jonah Jameson half buried in broken cement. Sadly enough, he was still alive.
Mutants and metas all over New York came out to help the thousands of rescue workers. It was amazing to see everyone working to help each other. Even J. J. J. put aside his usual distrust of me and metas in general until everything was done.
I had nothing to do after that, I wandered around in a daze. So much waste. I hate myself for living at times like this.
After an hour or two of wandering, I saw a kid. He couldn't have been older than seventeen. He was digging furiously through rubble. And I mean furiously. I swung down, and walked up to him. He didn't pay attention.
"Hey."
He just kept digging.
"Want help?"
He just kept digging.
"I hate to break it to you, but whoever was down there is probably dead."
He growled, threw one of the rocks at me. I dodged.
"Whoa man, what's your problem?"
He stopped digging.
"I'm looking for my father." He replied with an Irish accent.
He didn't need to say more. I joined in the digging, I dealt with the big rocks, and he did the rest. He worked like a maniac, and didn't say anything more to me. After an hour, we found his father's body.
I put a hand on his shoulder. He knelt down, and screamed. I didn't say anything at first, but then I saw his veins turn black.
"Man, what's wrong?" I asked. He kept screaming. I stood there helpless as his skin turned entirely black, and began to give off a metallic shine. His fingers got longer, and the tips sharpened into claws.
My mouth dropped. His eyes, ears, mouth, nose and other protrusions melted into the rest of his body, until he kind of looked like me in my costume, only all black and shiny. Then he stopped screaming, doubled over, and fainted. Though it was hard to tell when he fainted, since he had no visible eyes and all.
Help.
I stuck to The Big Apple. The armored things were dead, but lots of innocents still needed help. I pulled a lot of people out of the rubble.I found Jonah Jameson half buried in broken cement. Sadly enough, he was still alive.
Mutants and metas all over New York came out to help the thousands of rescue workers. It was amazing to see everyone working to help each other. Even J. J. J. put aside his usual distrust of me and metas in general until everything was done.
I had nothing to do after that, I wandered around in a daze. So much waste. I hate myself for living at times like this.
After an hour or two of wandering, I saw a kid. He couldn't have been older than seventeen. He was digging furiously through rubble. And I mean furiously. I swung down, and walked up to him. He didn't pay attention.
"Hey."
He just kept digging.
"Want help?"
He just kept digging.
"I hate to break it to you, but whoever was down there is probably dead."
He growled, threw one of the rocks at me. I dodged.
"Whoa man, what's your problem?"
He stopped digging.
"I'm looking for my father." He replied with an Irish accent.
He didn't need to say more. I joined in the digging, I dealt with the big rocks, and he did the rest. He worked like a maniac, and didn't say anything more to me. After an hour, we found his father's body.
I put a hand on his shoulder. He knelt down, and screamed. I didn't say anything at first, but then I saw his veins turn black.
"Man, what's wrong?" I asked. He kept screaming. I stood there helpless as his skin turned entirely black, and began to give off a metallic shine. His fingers got longer, and the tips sharpened into claws.
My mouth dropped. His eyes, ears, mouth, nose and other protrusions melted into the rest of his body, until he kind of looked like me in my costume, only all black and shiny. Then he stopped screaming, doubled over, and fainted. Though it was hard to tell when he fainted, since he had no visible eyes and all.
Help.
posted by Spider-Man at 4:22 PM
4 Comments:
Looks like you get a problem.
I'm heading your way
Otters aren't awesome, they're Ottsome.
Now that is unusual.
My first guess is that he is a mutant. Quite often traumatic events can trigger latent powers.
Then again, I tend see everything through the prism of mutants. I guess it just comes with the job.
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