XMEN THE MAFIA - Day 2: Death Of An Interior Decorator

Martha Stuart wandered blindly through the snowy terrain, completely lost and disoriented. Was she going the right way? She couldn't tell. Her psychic abilities extended only to the stock market, and not to knowing north from south. She continued on, hoping to find sanctuary before the cold weather claimed her or a sentinel found her. As she passed under a bridge, though, a pack of wild dogs appeared out of FUCKING NOWHERE and attacked her. As the first of the pack bounded towards her, she quickly morphed her right hand in to a razor sharp pizza slicer, and the left in to a large meat cleaver. As the beast leaped at her, she swung with her right, slicing it across the nose and making it yelp in pain. She then followed up with a heavy strike with her cleaver hand, splitting the hound's skull nearly in twain.

Before she could return to her battle stance, though, the other dogs were upon her. One of them bit down and hung hard on her left wrist, rendering her cleaver useless. She thrashed around with her pizza slicer, but to no avail. The wounds it inflicted were not enough to make the dogs stop their attacked. Another dog bit in to her leg, and a third got her shoulder, finally dragging her to the ground. She tried to assume the fetal position, but it was no use. A fourth dog, out for vengence for its fallen comrade, closed its jaws around her throat and bit hard. Her jugular was punctured, and blood spewed forth in massive jetties of crimson. The dog with the grip on her neck started shaking its head violently back and forth, whipping her head back and forth like a doll's and eventually snapping her neck.

With Martha dead, the dogs feasted upon her corpse, tearing through her flesh and eviscerating her, scattering across the ground any internal organs they did not consume. When they were satiated, they pissed on her corpse and walked away, leaving her remains in a massive pool of blood and gore.

An hour later, a sentinel, hunting for rogue mutants, found her. To insure that she was indeed dead, it blasted her in to a smoldering crater and then stepped on her. It then snickered softly to itself and left.

The world would not miss Martha Stuart. And I don't think anyone cared about the mutant version either. Zing!

/ooc Immy has a job now and can no longer play with us :(