A fist goes hard into yet another skinhead. "I said, 'stay down,' homeboy!"
Eli had been separated from his friends battling looters and people coming into the neighborhood. Grandma survived Watts and like hell he was going to allow this crap to happen to another group of people that get kicked around for no real reason. Where's the Guardian Angels when you need them? Mutant Town isn't a block or two.
A brick goes flying past his head. Okay, one idiot down. A few dozen to go. "Guess that makes you and your friend there next!"
His name was Jackson Campbell, and he was twenty-three years old. He'd grown up in New Jersey, and had moved to the part of New York popularly refered to as Mutant Town because it was close to his job, and because the rent was cheaper.
The little girl who'd lived across the hall from him had destroyed their building when her power had manifested. She'd killed herself, her parents, and Jackson's girlfriend Shelly.
Shelly had been three months pregnant at the time.
Jackson was a very angry young man who wanted to lash out at the one who'd taken Shelly away from him. Unfortunatly, the kid was already dead, so he found other targets.
He had a gun, and he was going to make sure that those abominations that were hurting the normal people paid for what they were doing.
He swung the Black Eagle around and fired at the freak who'd just taken Patrick down.
If he was up for talking, Eli could have related to the idea of wanting someone to pay who you just couldn't ever collect from. Grandma's way of coping was to believe God will do it. Eli wasn't that type. He was young and rather just not give anyone a chance to do that type of thing ever again. More than anything, that is what drives him at anything he has done up to this point: making sure in his small way things like what happened to Grandpa never happen again.
Punch, kick, punch, kick...One goes down and then another came up. He takes the next one and two more assholes show up. Blow after blow after -
::crack::
He thought it was just another firecracker until he felt the impact from behind and felt his breath become hard to catch. His vision dimmed and the front of his uniform is red and sticky already.
Craig Hollister had been on his way to New York for a full night. He decided to take a bus and not worry the team with the quinjetta. He had got off the bus near a small town that was home to many of the mutant population. He sighed and sat down, making sure his costume was fully on. He had the feeling that he would run into trouble. Thats when he heard a gun shot coming from down the street.
He ran as fast as possible, but stopped when he saw a large mob surrounding someone. He smirked and went into hero mode.
"Attention citizens, please disperse immediately. I am Mr. immortal and I can handle the problem from here."
He had his hands on his sides and was looking quite confident, until he noticed that the crowd was less than happy to see a man in tights. This would hurt, a lot.
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Eli had been separated from his friends battling looters and people coming into the neighborhood. Grandma survived Watts and like hell he was going to allow this crap to happen to another group of people that get kicked around for no real reason. Where's the Guardian Angels when you need them? Mutant Town isn't a block or two.
A brick goes flying past his head. Okay, one idiot down. A few dozen to go. "Guess that makes you and your friend there next!"
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His name was Jackson Campbell, and he was twenty-three years old. He'd grown up in New Jersey, and had moved to the part of New York popularly refered to as Mutant Town because it was close to his job, and because the rent was cheaper.
The little girl who'd lived across the hall from him had destroyed their building when her power had manifested. She'd killed herself, her parents, and Jackson's girlfriend Shelly.
Shelly had been three months pregnant at the time.
Jackson was a very angry young man who wanted to lash out at the one who'd taken Shelly away from him. Unfortunatly, the kid was already dead, so he found other targets.
He had a gun, and he was going to make sure that those abominations that were hurting the normal people paid for what they were doing.
He swung the Black Eagle around and fired at the freak who'd just taken Patrick down.
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Punch, kick, punch, kick...One goes down and then another came up. He takes the next one and two more assholes show up. Blow after blow after -
::crack::
He thought it was just another firecracker until he felt the impact from behind and felt his breath become hard to catch. His vision dimmed and the front of his uniform is red and sticky already.
"Son of a -" Patriot fell.
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He ran as fast as possible, but stopped when he saw a large mob surrounding someone. He smirked and went into hero mode.
"Attention citizens, please disperse immediately. I am Mr. immortal and I can handle the problem from here."
He had his hands on his sides and was looking quite confident, until he noticed that the crowd was less than happy to see a man in tights. This would hurt, a lot.
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