Post by Mr. Sinister on Mar 10, 2010 18:57:55 GMT -5
His red eyes glowed like wild fire in the pure darkness of the room he now occupied. He had luckily slipped back into the United States unnoticed by the Super-Hero community ad purchased the empty clinic I which he stood without question. His experiments would continue, his plans would progress, his machinations would endure as he had and always would till his dreams for humanity… for mutant kind came to complete fruition.
“Step one, acquire new… raw materials.” His echoing almost metallic voice reverberated off the bare walls with an amused tone. He even dared a little laugh which in turn evoked a half conscious moan of pain from a corner on the opposite side of the room. “What was that? Do speak up if you want to be heard.” He laughed again darkly and looked in the direction of the pained sound. “Really now Hank you should know better, manners… etiquette… they separate us from animals, then again what should I expect from one know as The Beast.” He sighs as he heard the body start to stir ad could see, in the light of a street lamp shining in from just outside the building, the grey furred hulk roll onto his side and try to rise up to his feet, only to fall again and slump against the wall with another pained growl. “However your blue haired counterpart of our world always seemed to remember his decorum. How tiresome this alternate reality business gets, truly tiresome but I must thank you. “ he paused moving quickly towards the individual on the floor, kneeling down to grasp the groaning figure by the throat, raise him up and pin him against the wall. “Yes Hank, thank you, without you I would never have gained access to this precious virus…” with a visibly sadistic smile crossing his face as his hand raised to eye level of the grey furred man so that the world Legacy was clearly visible in the light from outside. “Thank you…”
“Sinister!!!” Crack…. Snap…. Gurgle…
From outside in the deserted street no one would hear the infuriated scream of the Dark Beast; no one would hear as Mr. Sinister raised the bloody beaten Mr. McCoy of the Age of Apocalypse reality above his head and snap his neck like a toothpick. No one would hear the last bloodied breaths as the body was throw to the floor, to be forgotten for now ad cleaned later.
“Step one, acquire new… raw materials.” His echoing almost metallic voice reverberated off the bare walls with an amused tone. He even dared a little laugh which in turn evoked a half conscious moan of pain from a corner on the opposite side of the room. “What was that? Do speak up if you want to be heard.” He laughed again darkly and looked in the direction of the pained sound. “Really now Hank you should know better, manners… etiquette… they separate us from animals, then again what should I expect from one know as The Beast.” He sighs as he heard the body start to stir ad could see, in the light of a street lamp shining in from just outside the building, the grey furred hulk roll onto his side and try to rise up to his feet, only to fall again and slump against the wall with another pained growl. “However your blue haired counterpart of our world always seemed to remember his decorum. How tiresome this alternate reality business gets, truly tiresome but I must thank you. “ he paused moving quickly towards the individual on the floor, kneeling down to grasp the groaning figure by the throat, raise him up and pin him against the wall. “Yes Hank, thank you, without you I would never have gained access to this precious virus…” with a visibly sadistic smile crossing his face as his hand raised to eye level of the grey furred man so that the world Legacy was clearly visible in the light from outside. “Thank you…”
“Sinister!!!” Crack…. Snap…. Gurgle…
From outside in the deserted street no one would hear the infuriated scream of the Dark Beast; no one would hear as Mr. Sinister raised the bloody beaten Mr. McCoy of the Age of Apocalypse reality above his head and snap his neck like a toothpick. No one would hear the last bloodied breaths as the body was throw to the floor, to be forgotten for now ad cleaned later.