XMEN THE MAFIA - Day 3: Serial Kill - Savior

Sorry that it's late

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The subway carried its cargo of mutants through the dark tunnels, with each passing moment growing further and further away from the inhabited core of the city and the sentinels that were hunting them. Hours had passed since the mysterious explosion that had claimed the lives of two of their number, yet spirits were high. It had been hours since anything horrible had happened, and each passing moment brought them closer to safety. Yet, all good things come to an end.

The train pulled in to an abandoned station. Ahead in the tunnel was nothing but rubble and a dead end, making this station the end of the line. The mutants filed out of the subway cars into the foreboding place. Debris littered the area, and the air was thick with mold and decay. Things had died here, long ago, yet nothing else remained of their passing save an ominous aura.

The mutants would stay the night here, and seek their next sanctuary in the morning. One of the mutants, the loner known by a number of names, but none his real one, wandered away from the group, in search of a restroom. The Shadow Walker found one that worked, finally, in a distant corner of the underground station. As he walked in, the first thing to assault his senses was a very powerful, yet oddly pleasant smell, once that he was not familiar with. Not exactly what he expected to encounter in an ancient and abandoned restroom. The next thing to assault him was another mutant, one he had apparently interrupted in some strange ritual.

Shadow Walker’s raised his arms to defend himself as his unnatural aura washed over his attacker. The attacker was weakened, and almost deterred, but not quite.

Moments later, the attacker fled as the Prophet lay on the filthy tile of the bathroom, blood pouring out of numerous wounds to his chest and face. He struggled, trying to stand and go for help, but to no avail: too much blood was being lost. His vision went blurry, and he slowly slipped unconscious, his life’s essence bleeding out on to the floor.




An hour later, the Shadow Walker awoke, still on the floor of the bathroom. Unbelievable pain threatened to knock him back unconscious, and it originated from his chest and head. He slowly moved his arms to touch himself, to try and find the source of his pain, only to find torn clothing, but intact, healthy flesh underneath it. He lay in a pool of dried blood, apparently his own, yet he wasn’t bleeding from anywhere. As he waited for the pain to subside, he thought back. He tried to remember what happened, but couldn’t. The last thing he remembered was walking in to the restroom and some strange sensation that he couldn’t quite recall, and then nothing. Minutes later, mostly recovered from the ordeal, he stood up and exited the room, returning to the others.