Melina Velba Bra Holes

What If: War for War, Anja (first part).

Hell's Kitchen.


shot noise, the sound of screams, the sound of helicopters and their shovels. Abraham Director of Peers' government organization known as MCU launched its final offensive also taking command of the police in New York. Under his leadership, have achieved great results, only two districts still resist the stapotere the director, the Financial el 'Hell's Kitchen. The Fear, the port, and everything 'was made safe, livable, since almost every major organized crime and mafia acceded to 'offer. Money, power, counter, linda criminal record and new identities' ready to be supplied. Few, very few remained to oppose all and are now fighting in the streets. A tall, marble, continues to claim victims, raising soldiers and police, crashes into the asphalt, crashing against their own colleagues even had feathers. Projectiles that bounce off him unable to pierce the skin as strong as ever. To support him is an Arab, Arabic for all the Angels. Branches that flies by thanks to his powers' going to break up the area by helicopters helped the woman who until recently had never killed. Shaka Vellerande that Queen of Heaven, triggers lightning and twenty loads of hate, full of determination to survive. A couple runs but for the roofs while bullets whistle around them and someone hits them without even scratching. Owen Smith, better known as Hunter, merely accepts the information that is provided by an indefinable woman. No longer has a human aspect and each step of its travel causes cracks and fingerprints on the roofs. Dirty with dust, dirty blood, dirty as his consciousness of murder can only 'be like a statue and is made of pure diamond most of what nature creates. A nod and to 'move the two unison jumping on the opposite side of the road landing on the fourth floor of another building after having broken through the walls as if they were cardboard. In an instant, without shouting, the sound of broken bones marks the end of 'another trio of snipers.
not the only ones to fight. A figure that so resembles a demon with wings and tail, fights in the sky along with the one who should be his nemesis. Alan, angel among the angels, who along with Obscure contraera ago by distracting government with exoskeletons, is loaded with lead and hand grenades. Yet, as we fight the reinforcements continue to arrive. They do not earn positions, do not earn yards and fatigue is felt more and more.
A female figure, fiber, keeps changing position transformed into energy, burning and throwing empty brains enough to make Ko most exoskeletons allowing the tank of his group to continue to do their jobs more killing 'people as quickly as possible in hopes of cutting the moral, to instill in them the fear of death. But not enough against trained soldiers, brought up to do this. All of them, for better or for worse, and they know that 'better carve out a place in history and hope to survive in that disubbedire Peers. Never, even in his saddest day, the 'Hell's had seen so much blood flow.

"branches, look out!"

The words resonate in all municipalities in the strength gathered from Blood. The worried voice comes from a woman with long hair blacks, thin, who is communicating what the blood 'that his brain now than any existing processor passes in the form of data. A source of energy is finally detected on top of a roof not far from the Arabic. But the warning and 'useless, a stroke part, accurate and violent, piercing the guerrilla side to side. The exoskeleton system is equipped with the predator now appeared, bringing with them the first death and, though hidden, grins of satisfaction. Adamska, the former Boss of the hours Marauders disbanded, Obscure and enjoy the blood and with Alan developments are directed to do justice with a couple of grenades to download before having to go back to the stock and leave the field open. Two shots, quick, mingle with but others have much more affection. Smile has made an appearance on the battlefield with his barret. No one will ever know from where the palace, too far because the angels can find it. Too far away 'cause what follows, and' a huge roar and continuous. Throughout the district a secret substance studied with great secrecy by leading scientists gathered by the U.S., Russia and England, planted with special drills to tens of meters deep that have spread throughout the land is turned on and everything trembles for a moment before imploding on itself. Agents, cops, vigilantes, terrorists, criminals ... all are swallowed by the gray curtain that rises to tens of meters of debris and dead loads.


Ryker's Island.


's office manager and Peers' only more spacious than that of many others. Impeccable in its order observed the landscape outside his window, the grin on his face to see yet, persistent, the curtain that marks the one who thinks the key to the victory and move to achieve its goals.

"Tell Baldwin." , communicates the voice without any hesitation to his valuable and trustworthy man ever

The cyborg looks his superior in silence, as he sees it is there where he was before. Li where he deserved to be there and now and 'more'. Malcolm, so 'is known by all.

"The explosion had the desired effect Lord, the whole neighborhood of 'Hell's and' collapsed and partly also the financial. Can I send the men of the rescue?"

A simple nod of the head, without turning, and finally when the door is closed behind you here is that a cigar is extracted and turned on. Together with the cloud of smoke also predator Soldier's grin widens.

Observable Acouired Brain Injuries

Heroes Of Blood, Sam (Part VII).

November 10, 2020, New York.


"I missed you, Jamal ..."

"You, too, I miss you, little friend ..."

Jamal holds her own and makes a strong so that the back of her press on his broad chest and tight. With his left arm completely encircles the shoulders, dry lips and then slip on her hair to her neck while she can feel the warm breath on human skin. Surrounded by him, seems to disappear into the slight smell of sweat that makes you remember, as in a dream, what it means to stand next to a man of flesh and bone. Vivo. In part, lying in some sitting on the bed, have taken a confused but very natural.

She swallows and keeps his hands wrapped around the man's arm that keeps to himself. The look inhuman, dense black that time had dimmed, he recovered a spark that is hardly Shrew.

"What did I miss?"

"A lot of things."

"They said you were dead, Ghost ..."

"I've been for a while '..."

Sam continues to breathe so cautious and controlled, even when his old friend the slips on the lips with a damp cloth. He opens his eyes, but does not see anything that is not the complete darkness in which it is accustomed to sleep. Outside her apartment should be no guards. Perhaps they have heard.

"Do you feel tired?"
Now
eyes close them, Jamal's voice she never seemed more enticing, contact with a person ever so hot. Try not to breathe, and shake for a while ', as he gently pressed the cloth on the mouth and nose.

Then she closes her eyes and surrenders to his warm, reassuring hug. It 's a heavy sleep, and without nightmares. A sleep in which he could not go down, now, a year and a half.

Jamal slides his handkerchief soaked in chloroform in his pocket and a knife behind his back, leaving Sam lying on the bed.

went to the window, and then throw it open ends of faces, taking two gestures with his arms wide, coordinated. Attach the handles to the jambs of the window, then threw the rope to the climber's kit BMT, impossible to find on the market and now rare even on the black market. He and his gigantic size are the counterpart, or perhaps towed: slowly but surely pulling on a lowest weight for its strength. It 'an oriental young, tight, which gives a hand and pulling up with a jerk.

She stumbles, slams a foot and grits his teeth not to complain loudly. It takes a torch and lights it, pointing to Sam. The slide on his legs, arms, touching them and then turn the face lifting an eyelid to study the eye. So with a sigh, she steps back and gets back straight, focusing. It becomes more pale, feels a certain discomfort with her bones being slightly shorter and slightly thicker, his face changing, one open already healed scar on his right cheek. The eyes, the most difficult, imperfect in the first two attempts fail, and only the third take on a credible depth.

The man approached the bed and gently picks up Sam, set up and caricandosela him with the same gentleness that you use with a newborn. Ayame Kojima helps him to wear the vest and tie on Sam Creed. He looks at the leader of former rebel mutants, then its copy. Twisted his lips, and murmurs a few words before you dive through the window.

"I do not like her at all, sweetheart."


*

From: central administration
A: Will Fiumevento
Subject: leave early

Dear mr. Fiumevento,

The governments of the new United States of America is grateful for the work he has consistently done in the service of free information and the establishment of the central organ of information. We are pleased to inform you that his services are no longer required, and that the government has decided to give her a residence in New Jersey, where you can enjoy all the benefits of his lavish retirement.

The government also advised to keep away from New York to questions about his own safety.

Secretariat of the Central

*

They drugged.

He has complete confidence, otherwise he would not see what you are seeing. He closes his eyes trying to ignore the sounds that touch the ears. Nothing of what I see and hear is real, he thinks. Nothing of what I see and hear is real. I have to think about the reality I have to think rationally, I have to stay focused.

He opens his eyes when suddenly the sound of a slamming door makes her jump. He looks around nervously, with bated breath, while seeking the source of the noise, but closes his eyes again when he hears a laugh and fierce female who knows all too well, or at least knew.

What am I doing here, think again. I was asleep. I was sleeping and then someone took me from behind. I was asleep, Jamal took me behind, I recognized because I saw a glimpse of his eyes. I was asleep, Jamal took me behind the dark I could not teleport. He took my shoulders and I was asleep. Jamal I was asleep. Why?

Then a bright light and the eyes are reduced to two pins, a confused look to focus on the silhouette of the man who goes to her. A man from an unusual feature, illuminated by a light that looks natural light, warm. She puts his feet on the ground and, when acknowledged, rushes forward against him, roaring. Stumble before reaching it, realizing only then to have one foot shackled to the floor. The watery eyes, a physiological reaction to all that light, all that anger. Open her mouth but he is far too confused to be able to articulate any sound.

He sits in front of her, looks from top to bottom with an inscrutable gaze, absent. As if not to see her.

"Sam Creed."

only says, his voice soft and dull. It almost seems to be inadvertently slipped between his lips and shining light. Looks like the fucking spot a bubble bath, she thinks Sam Creed, and is surprised to be able to formulate a thought as complex in those conditions.

"When I go on. I will kill you all, Stansfield ... " murmurs, and her voice hangs in the throat like sandpaper making them ill.

"I do not think that will go away."

"Go to hell, you're more struck me ... what the hell you gave me?"

Leon Stansfield says nothing, looks like you watch a curious insect that you do not understand the trajectory, the logic.

"SAY WHAT!"

"The same thing that the MCU used for the massacre of the School Blast."

The voice comes from behind Leon, Sam Creed, but finds it difficult to recognize, at least until you notice how her face is illuminated by two dark-green eyes glaring and unnatural.

Jamal Williams, straight from hell, he sits and watches from top to bottom, with a martial toughness in every gesture. He was a soldier once, and was also a human. Now those days seem so far away that the change can hardly remember them.

"Soon we will open our shapeshifting, Blast, so I'll make you the questions once. Then I need to get the answers. I guess you already know Leon Stansfield - is serious, his voice did not rush - Stansfield he has learned to control the energy in a way. To move it, store it in certain places. And to take it. "

Jamal moves and the look on Leon nods. Leon slams eyelids, turns his head towards Sam Creed. That tight young body writhes and moans from the pain of weakness, so unexpected, so brutal.

Jamal makes another nod to Leon. Leon blinked, Sam Creed feels vague though his forces to return.

"The question is this: we intercepted communications you have with the laboratories of the New Government, we know that all resources are concentrated on a single project, which is called in your files 'SafePORT'"

Sam Creed smiles and pointed out in that state of malaise atavistic even when it meant SafePORT Safe Harbor, and was pronounced by his people with the hope that one day become the refuge of every mutant free.

"What does 'SafePORT,' Blast? Why are all your resources are going to end up there? "

Sam Creed smiles, a smile that comes from feeling ripped from his lips to die for a few seconds, then returns to normal by Leon notes with interest that the with which you look at a scientific guinea pig. He wonders how he died, Stansfield, now one thousand miles away from the perception of himself that he once had.

"It will be a long night, Jamal." promises her voice hoarse and pained, ready to feel on their skin all the pain that no one has ever dared to return.


*

Anja looks Blast, Blast looks at the floor, on the threshold of a door that opened with difficulty, to look out after numerous entreaties of his companion.

"Soul, are you okay? They told me that you deleted all your commitments today ... "

" Yes ... yes ... - Ayame fixing the tiles, the tiles remain in place - nothing serious, but today I feel like doing I sent a lot ... ... "

the searches by Anja head to foot, looking for signs of disease. E 'paler than usual, perhaps, and his accent, his accent has become more sweet.

"Okay. Do you want me company? You need something? "

" No, no ... thank you. "

" I'll leave you alone then ... "

" Okay, thanks. "

Ayame began to close the door, Anja but firmly, ask a faint smile and encouraging. "Hey Soul. Next year ... " and stops, waiting for her reply.

Ayame emulates the same smile, opens his lips and repeated, showing signs of having understood: "yes, next year, Anja."

's face Anja Jarldottir back seriously grim. Her every muscle strains, and the hand that held the first door is pushed forward, displacing Ayame who stays behind, bewildered. Anja does not recognize that look, shakes his fist and arm the charge, a crashing blow on the face of the one person who has sworn to remain faithful until death. The eastern collapses, stunned, not knowing to be the expendable element of a plan at a huge cost.

Anja looks from top to bottom, with contempt.

"I do not like her at all, sweetheart. "



* * *" I will stand by looking, you know? "

" Nobody knows you're here, but us. Nor do you know where you are. "

" How did you do? "

" To do what? "

" To survive. How did you do? "

Her voice is uncertain, bitter as ever full of sorrow at this loss and not uttered curses. Confused under the watchful eyes away from Leon and Stansfield, slowly trying to focus in a way that can make them feel so close to dying, and a moment later to give her relief, breath. Carries the energy in his body, a different type of energy that normally is able to perceive and manipulate her, he plays with his vital energy. With his energy, and that's it, tore out suddenly to make you feel weak, so weak as to have eyes too dry to cry.

In one of the rare moments of relief, however, say it. Talk knowing that they will be able to repeat those questions. Talk to the spontaneity of a person sentenced to death will not have time to repent, he speaks. It asks.

"How did you did survive, Jamal? "

" I survived, I told you. I've been dead for a while '. Then I was alive again. I do not know how. "

" ... What was it like to die? " effort in speech that is more sensitive in that husky voice and dragged like never before.

"I do not remember. But I remember how it was back to life. "

"How ...?"

"Duro. Painful even in the slightest movement: breathing, the heart that pumps blood into the veins. It hurt all a terrible evil. But at least I did not remember anything. Remember it was the worst part. And all the memories, Sam, the most terrible was yours. "

"..."

"Do not you understand? It 'was like reliving it all over again. The dream of Kahiwa. The desire to have a home, a home, just government. And then gradually start to remember what had changed all that. "

" In ... in ... what? "

" In a regime, Sam. You took the dream where you were led to believe all of us, you've changed and you made us believe again it was the same thing. And we have believed you, because you taught us to do so. Because we trusted you. But when Marv is dead ... "

She moans angrily, almost shouting not to listen. He raises his voice, obstinate, and his words are binding as the hands of an assailant.

"Since Marv is dead you are no longer the same. You've become a cruel and ruthless, you have forgotten the promises that we had done. Have you forgotten us, yourself. You have taken away the only person who remained, who has seen you grow, that made you grow ... "

" had betrayed us all! "

"He understood where you were going before anyone else."

"was weak. I did not need him! ", roars with all the force of anger.

"Yes Sam, I needed it. Shit, what you needed. "

" I ... I trusted you ... "

" Not me. Not anymore, anyway. " Those eyes green lights appear on the skin black coal.

Stansfield Leon looks at her, she knows that is going to blink and groan, and retired pushing against the wall with knees pressing on his chest, trying to disappear inside herself.

"No, no, please, stop ... ... I'll tell you one thing, I'll say ..."

Jamal raises his hand, Stansfield looks away, obviously distracted by other thoughts.

"Tell me."

Creed Sam hesitates, looks at him wanting more than anything not to feel that feeling again. It keeps him close to his energy with his arms collected in the chest, as if time just grab between your fingers to prevent being stolen. Wait until you can, until you see the two green lights aimed at her, but when run on Stansfield spits the only words that should not have said.

"I have a chip."

Two green lights that become wider.

"I have a chip localizing the base of the neck, I've made implant after Cameron ran away."

noises are heard from behind the door, screams. Jamal turns with eyes wide open, caught out. If there was something I never thought were possible, is that Sam Creed did localizing a chip implanted in his head.

Leon Stansfield for a moment seems not to understand, then once he's head towards the door. Then back to Sam Creed.

Jamal growls, standing up like a fury and a thin tear accumulated corner of the left eye of Sam Creed slips on the cheek, the scar that marks the passing.

"You're fucked, assholes."


*

November 14, 2020, Venice Beach, California.


Bloody hell, Ian Baldwin would pay not to die while in Venice Beach. Anywhere, any place: at the heart of New York in a hopeless battle in Atlanta on a suicide mission in a remote village in South Africa, in the Iraqi desert, a ship to the Australian coast, in a sewer in Athens ... everything, every damn place would be better to die there in, Venice Beach. Venice Beach, damn the world, the Venice Beach once full of old hippies, radical-chic, anarcho-capitalist, homosexual-libertines, surfers, for trans liberation, lesbians as a hobby, post-feminist, vegetarian moralists, baywatchers, Salvationists sly, celebrities bored, cyclists.

Cyclists. He had always hated the damn cyclists Venice Beach, pedalanti into the future, pirates of the road with the salt in my nostrils stuck no matter how "pure sea air" breathing.

could not, could not die and be thrown together with hundreds the thousands of cyclists died of Venice Beach. In a sense, enjoys thinking now all piled up together to the rats on the street corners, with their good lung full of salt and their healthy and balanced lifestyle, a bowl of cereal in the morning with coffee and a fruit, a light lunch and a dinner in the name of some weird ethnic food. A past life to avoid biting into a sandwich as Christ commands, and now they stood there, dead, neither more nor less than everyone else, because of the virus, the virus that had not spared anyone since the planes of the New Government had covered the city to clear the snow and light. SafePORT, Ian had read on their wings, and a few days after the Safe Harbor's death had already received half of the Sapiens of California. Perhaps the entire U.S., who knows. But there were more.

were exterminating them. Ian Baldwin was aware of being a witness and victim of the greatest genocide in history, and could not do anything. He could only cough, vomit blood, feel the fever rising, wondering if he would have died strangled by his own vomit as Malakian. Reese also wondered why he could not die, even to get sick half as much as they were ill. Coughing, but rarely, pretending not to see what was going on around two hundred and fifty million human beings among recent deaths and deaths in the future. And he alive, thanks to the "gene recessive mutant, "someone said. The virus did not affect the mutants. SafePORT was just for humans: a gift, the capital of Kahiwa, in exchange for America. A big, huge America soon empty except for corpses.

Ian Baldwin did not lower his eyes when his bionic eyes stopped seeing him. He stood with his eyes wide open to the sky, while other aircraft carrying the cold comfort of a safe harbor.


*

November 14, 2020, Ryker's Island.

The firing squad, armed with guns and still pointing straight toward heaven, standing in front of Jamal, but the mutant seem to be enough to override, despite having his hands tied behind his back and a wrist bracelet inhibitor. But it was a military man, so keep your chest out and look at his performers with pride, while Sam's Creed is approaching the last time.

The time is approaching and you tend to touch him on his toes to bring her face to his ear.

"SafePORT is a virus designed to attack only genezero. If estimates are correct my men and destroy two thirds of the human population in the U.S. within six months. "

The plan says, whispering, and green eyes peering Jamal who, while wanting to remain indifferent, shaking a moment thinking about the magnitude of the disaster.

"You're crazy" shocked murmurs, staring ahead of him.

"I am lucid. I sped up the evolutionary process, only this. What sense would have had to wait four ... five generations, to achieve the same result? "

" You're crazy, Sam. You're a monster. "

She sighs and moves his face following the trajectory of the black of the offender. Her soft mouth settles the extreme corner of his lips, a kiss posandovi heard but incomplete. He stiffens, remaining motionless as a statue.

"Farewell Ghost."

It dodges back side of the firing squad. She sighs and makes a gesture with his head.

Jamal Williams's chest is filled with red stars.



(Continued ...)

Blood Vessel In Shitzu's Eye

What If "Brotherhood" of Immanouel.

Black African American stands tall and solid with some goon in a abandoned warehouse in the Financial District darker gray weather while outside a storm that heralds throws threatening his hood on a neighborhood that has more to fear than the adverse weather.

With a classic wide brimmed hat and chipped a piece of straw in his mouth, Lynch proceeds to secure the building in ruins, mostly bare and dark, and the echo Ocelot Freak armed and dangerous.

The first of the two goons holding a leather bag closed dirty laces very well and the bottom is noticeably darker.

The three arrive in front of the black, with a conciliatory smile that welcomes them, a sign of an alliance rather strong.

not run futile and short words of greeting among the criminals before the passage of the bag, the gnarled and Lynch's steady hand the massive and powerful hand of Rhyn, the African-American.

"Mission complete."

The voice of the most dangerous boss of the Mafia group in New York is composed and authoritative.

Figure impressive black and begins to loose the strings of the bag, and slowly opens as the end, leaving a rather noticeable stench to those who are near

" Now the traffic will be safer ... "

Lynch Back to comply with the blacks and penetrating eyes and immediately Freak steps forward one step, pulling from his pocket a wad of dollars rather thick.

the African American smiles of a sadistic taste and stretches out his hand and takes with unusual grace, the bunch of money from the hand of Freak suffering that appears intimately than subtraction.

"The accounts now coming ..."

Lynch turns around the splinter and gnashing of teeth almost entirely white and grow under the hat a laugh calm, mature and solid punching a steel wall

"Expanding trade and trafficking, drug dealers used that do not take drugs, use of children and whores. We settle the police that their wretched luck should stick their nose in our affairs. All clear? ... "

Black takes on a serious expression and nodded with conviction shiny bald head and almost

"So it will be done, Lynch ..."

The trio of marauders time heels and walks away with a simple hand gesture, a greeting spartan, quick and essential. Rhyn looks curiously at the bag before raising his head again

"What was the worm?"

Lynch continues slowing down the pace a little and freak shows that soil has a sharp-toothed smile, Ocelot is stopped suddenly, but not time.

"Gamblint."

***

gentlemen passengers are informed that the plane is now completely stopped, you can unfasten their seat belts, take your baggage and leave the aircraft in order, thanks.

A big hand grabs his briefcase and solid in the glove compartment.

The imposing figure of a man trained first appeared on the stairs down from the plane: the black trench coat and wide brimmed hat of the same color will cover the features muscular, with only her face showing a total complete, sinewy firmness, accentuated by two glacial eyes and a blond beard thin and short.

Amphibians banging insistently on the steps of producing a metallic noise that turns some of the other passengers in the drop-down view that the figure immediately lose his curiosity.

The arrivals hall has everything you could wish to meet basic needs: restaurants, sandwich bars and bathrooms tend to be clean and ready to serve you in the best way.

The large man bites a sandwich with decision remaining somewhat disappointed by the taste that feels

"Damn America."

Two dark figures approaching, when this sense of dissatisfaction, they wear a uniform and Strap on a machine gun with safety

"Excuse me, can show his documents?."

The muscular backs slowly on his disgusting snack dish full of crumbs, looks up, smiles from beneath the dark hat and disappears into thin air.

***

"Captain Crawford ..."

The director of the MCU, Abraham Peers makes its entry in the captain of the NYPD, bare and essential, but not for this little cozy

"Sit down."

A flick of the hand and just one of the chairs available free while the senses of the beast-master at the highest levels are exacerbated

" I have a file for you, directly from the command CSG. "

The grin of Peers exudes the smell of Cuban cigars and whiskey first class. Tomas slightly twisted nose while moving their gaze on the file that is placed on the table by the director and can not suppress a slight sarcasm

"We suddenly become friends?"

A deep breath from Abraham that crosses his arms to his chest.

"I'm afraid yes. "

The captain is a moment stopped, and then reach out and grab the dossier began to leaf through it without a word. Peers patient expects that Tomas has finished reading. The savage looks up and resigned partly surprised, a surprise that lasts very little, while the cold and indifferent tone comes out sharp.

"Good."

a gesture inviting the director of the MCU to take leave before speaking to the intercom

"Send the vice captain."

The finger leaves el'interfono button is disabled. Tomas back to talk to Peers in the meantime is already at the door ready to leave

"Appoint a contact person as your agent for management collaboration, we will be the vice captain Fiumevento. "

Abraham does not emit sound and closing it out the door, crossing the figure Will that received the call, immediately presents itself in uniform in front of the office.

One single glance and a slight smile a little ironic, the manager walks away, hands in his pockets, the vice captain continued to observe it, until you see it disappear ...

finally Log in ' office.

Ontario Hallway Width

What If ...? Much Obliged, by Adamska (first part).

Villa In Central Park, 21:47 pm.

Business is great, and these days the Marauders thrive. Even the den has expanded, and he can stay in a beautiful Villa, by none other than that, at Central Park. But suddenly a noise that alerts the suspect Russo, the villa is reduced, after all, and the sound of a crash is broken bellies in hell.

"Gin, Herl, I want both here, now."

voice intercom is lost, missed, bad sign. Adamska slowly pulls out a revolver, flattening the wall.

"How the fuck is this possible? Do you see a cop for months and now landed here?"

Opens the door quietly, careful to do the least possible noise, and, gun in hand, walking along the corridor. No sound or sign of burglary, perhaps entered elsewhere. Then finally you see someone, a figure appears for a few seconds, then a flash and a tremendous noise invest the criminal.

"Come on, take it!"

A "clak" handcuffs arrives seconds later, he can not see who or what it was, but it is clear: they have taken.

---

Roofs, 21:48 pm.

sitting on a roof, Sam looks at the street below, waiting for something perhaps, but without wanting to see, as it tries to be serious and impassive. Wait, something, something that perhaps not even come.

"Today, nothing, nothing yesterday, no tomorrow. "

says, clearly annoyed.

" I always hope in tomorrow, Blast. It 's always more lucky. "

Sam turns around, a man who has never seen the stands before. It' clearly a government, not the divided mind, and one special forces, the rest of the equipment is clear, titanium ammunition, shotguns and kevlar.

"How can you say that tomorrow will be lucky?"

man smiles, snapping his fingers.

"Because today you met me, very unfortunate."

A shot, a whistle splits the air, a bullet sticking in the shoulder of Sam.

"A sedative, my dear, quiet, when you wake up you all ears."

Then the darkness envelops the streets and alleys, making everything disappear. It 'been captured.



--- Residential Area, 21:49 pm.

"I got you at last!"

Ayame passes quickly arrested the man, a psychopath who became famous for kidnapping five children and massacred them in cold blood. He decided to seek its own, it did not take much, he was a human after all.

"I seem to have made the center."

"The My only wish is that Mark does so well. "

Another shot, a bullet directly in the neck. Ayame returns to its usual form, and then falls to the ground. Captured.

---

Stock BMT, Ore. 21:50

"Another day, another dollar."

"I agree Ian, but that's nonsense, our salary does not make me pay even food to my ex-wife."

"Well, what do you do? License? "

Ian looks at the weapons seized, giving back to his colleague, are two very skilled operative, he in particular.

" Certainly, but I'll have to do for a living. "

" Type? "

" I know what a taser from 400 volts to a colleague back in full? "

" ... WHAT? "
A shock
invests the human body and all the chips, sending nerve grafts and completely to the devil. The eyes are closed, only a voice in the distance, and the cold of the handcuffs on his wrists.

Four people caught in less than four minutes, why is a mystery.

----

The light goes on, four figures are illuminated, one is too far behind to be visible. The four figures are in the strange coffins, coffins vertical steel. All attempts to free themselves, using their powers, all fail. The figure in the shadows laughing, looking at all like a wolf would look just caught a lamb.

"Adamska, Sam, Ian and Ayame ... it is difficult to find, but it is not quite catch you."

"Free me and I'll applause."

Meanwhile he says, Adamska is hit by a violent shock, do not convey anything from outside, apart from the pain, but internally the Russian was hit by a violent shock, so much so that he closes his eyes, clenched teeth.

"In your body, at heart, There are microchips that contain the explosive potential bottom. Do any nonsense and will die instantly, everyone. The coffins cancel your powers, and allow me to let you moderate the tone ... "

" What do you want? "

Sam now looks at the man, without even trying to use no power, aware of what happened to Adamska.

'It is true? Chips in the middle? "He thought Ayame. Or was it just a bluff?

" What I want? Simple, I want your potential combination. "

" And you could not ask? "

Another kick, this time to Ian and then all fell silent, probably the shock hurt.

"Shalkaya Adamska, a chip from combat and military training, Ian Baldwin, a worldly view and the ability to become whoever you want, Ayame Kojima, same power, YMS student slap and then Sam Creed, the legendary terrorist with powers beyond anyone's expectations. What can serve all these skills? For some of you will even pleasure, others do not ... I'm going down to it, my interests are many and require skilled men, for some of you is the standard for others it is a new experience. Well, you have to kill someone. "

"Those of you who know the President Gates?"

The man laughs, Sam, Ian and Adamska silent, Ayame burst into tears.

Cervix High And Soft Days Before Period

What If: Autonomy, Yves (third party).

10:37



"Good evening Mr. Dioscuri"



A voice comes from the power of your office computer Dioscuri speaker at the 48th floor of Building BMT.



"We recommend that you close and save all files, remaining three minutes"



generators of individual departments started to download, just in time to close everything and not lose data from millions of dollars .

The manager woke up half naked in his office, in a feverish search for something in his computer. Neurotic fingers flying on the keyboard by opening the files on the voltage of the structure.



"Marika ... where the hell have you gone?"



It has lost track since he woke up in the car sucking electricity from him, he moved with its some power cables, but instead of turning off the generator must have opened a channel which used the electric power to teleport Marika and released them ... at least that's the idea that has been done on the incident.

Only he knows perfectly the BMT Building and has in some way to wriggle his office ... but Marika?



"Shit!"



Swear when the computer shuts definitely not given the opportunity to discover something more useful.

It is found sitting in his leather chair, behind him the night the window shows that now terrorizes the black New York.

Open the drawer, pulls out a box of cigars. Inside it the beretta that has had to learn to use to work with BMT.



***



"They're gone ... stop and go look in the mirror!"



"Ok ok ..."



Marika Blast in the same body and leaving the bathroom, coordinated movements perfectly conceal the massive ongoing strife in the minds of the new creature.



"You want your mind to tell me where we are or not?"



"Ok, if you promise to keep off terror, to join the Young Mutant's School, and be my roommate. Meet a friend of mine who is courting me, but since I am committed to always say no ... is very nice you know, I think you might like ... well I just do not angry or else you do to green ... "



" What a bore you are! TELL ME WHERE WE ARE! "



The girl falls to the floor of the cold floor. With difficulty is raised right arm and the usual hair system.



"Shhhh ... we feel! We are at the BMT Building ... "



" How do they feel even if we speak! Are you sure that this is the BMT Building? "



" There hangs out every now and then ... "



" Urge talk the Vellerande ... and I intend to talk him pay "



She starts up the stairs of service.



"What is it, Marika?"



"I did not say anything"



"Yes, but you feel the urge to say something ... if I'm hiding something ' I swear that much ... "



" No ... it's just that ... ... I thought we Shaka against Sa-ka ... the mix of our two names! "



" ... "



***



In a bar not too far from the skyscraper on the BMT and Dante Joke enjoy to bother the girls tipsy and scared by the lack of light. Dante's cell phone begins to vibrate.



"Who is breaking my balls?"



Dante, half drunk and high on the law ... the faster the message reads to check if you read that right ...



"Joke? JOKE! Let alone that there, and lined "



(Continued ...)

Text Happy Birthday To My Boss

Blood Of Heroes (Sam), sixth.

August 12, 2020 - New Jersey, former underground Iron Fortress.

would have liked to have the genes of an evergreen. A tall pine tree that grows and strengthens, that never dies. She would have enough stamina and strong consistency of an old oak tree, the trunk wide and strong roots, intertwined with the very heart of the earth. He gave up the beauty that he had dressed, a time of irresistible sensuality, el'avrebbe changed with a rough bark that lasts forever. Instead of a red heart, breathing muscles would have preferred green and dry instead of warm blood resin. Hands as gnarled trunks of olive trees, rough nails, bay instead of hair, shiny lips like the leaves of the magnolia. The everything would be fine, because everything would be better to wither with the relentless speed, from day to day, from month to month, leaving behind only the bones.

Just like the roses.

Katrina Rubinkova based cutlery on the plate, leaving his meal in half. It keeps looking down, visibly uncomfortable, regardless of who has front and nothing less than her husband.

" not eat anymore?"

" I went my appetite. "

His voice sounds shrill, annoying as it rubs chalk on the blackboard, despite not having said more than a few words. Tomas watches her for a moment, before continuing to eat. He, too, with little appetite now. It 'nice, Tomas, and strange. Ordained as his British-born forces, blond, fair-skinned, still seems like a teenager. Yet the wild light in his eyes the shuffle, it breaks down: his eyes are yellow, bright, cut a thin vertical pupil.

not the same for her.

The

have graying hair, the eyes are decorated with two deep wrinkles and darken the circles. Her skin has lost the same light, as his body every day you let go, relax and ruin. His gaze is turned off, now, for several months. Since he started to feel pain in the bones, and the smell has become sour and wet, like he was rotting.

" We were invited to the inaugural address of the new government the day after tomorrow ..."

" Already? - it hurts to talk, and indeed it does in a low voice, coughing occasionally - is premature. There is yet to conquer the whole west coast, and resist ... "

" Blast does not want to delay it further - said the Englishman, with composure, then hesitates for a moment - we go? "

She seems to withdraw, closed in on itself as does a dry leaf.

" not want to introduce myself so ..." confesses, piano, keeping his eyes down.

" I think we should go, Kat. - Tomas says with a sigh, Gently taking her hand in his - expect we'll go, and all will see you again. I have heard some of our old friends by e-mail, and I ask all of you ... "

" They expect you to go. "

" What? "

" They expect you to go, not us. You've helped them with that research ... and you worked so hard for them in recent months, while I ... "

" You should take the field, Kat, Getting back on the streets. You're letting this thing kill you, While you should ... "

" This thing is killing me, Tom - she withdraws her hand over her mouth and coughing poggiandosela - maybe I could ... just this once ... I could make perfuming the air ... I could use the power ... "

" No - changing the look of man becomes severe, his fine eyes widen - doctors were clear, Katrina. Each time, it's as if you take it one year old. You can not. "

Then she puts her hands on the table, and stands up.

" This is not a life, Tomas. It is not even a pale imitation, it's just ... - forces her to stop coughing, but then resumed with a voice more shrill, more dirty - is just shit. I do not want to go, talk to your fucking friend fucking Blast. "

He looks frowning for a moment. Then he wipes his mouth with the corner of the cloth napkin and rises.

"Well - concluded, taking the dishes and headed for the dishwasher - means that I will go alone."

*

August 12, 2020 - San Fernando Valley, near Los Angeles.

"You know what - Dante puts on a rubber mouth in Brooklyn, the waste paper thrown on the floor - I broke the balls of the desperate. The poor usually stink, and the places where the poor live stink too - inspired by the bottom, the air of that place knows of rotten fish - slut whore. If I were a mutant would not think twice about planting here, know this. Back to New York right now. Shit, I think there are doing great, all the lackeys of the girl. Okay, but you you the fuck? Because I've always wondered if you, the end, after having made your dry I mean brother, and do not feel like to die with this doubt. Why, say, there is a friend of mine who died some 'time ago that has always claimed was a lesbian. But I think that ... "

" Malakian. Shut up. "

Cameron rubs his forehead, making the space between your thoughts. Around him see nothing but the walls of an empty warehouse.

" do not understand. All the information we have leads us to this place. They should be here. "

" Maybe we just look back. They'll make a picnic. "

Cameron thinks a moment, before surrendering himself to the ground, sitting cross-legged. Sigh.

" I do not suppose we can only wait."

Dante closes his eyes, snorts. And not without a slight feeling of disgust, sits down to earth too, next to the former Blood Angel.

" course I've come a long way, eh ..."

" I do not follow ..."

" is on, you understand. Before you and the girl were Roseanne "

" Before, things were different "

" sure? I do not know Reese, not really. Have changed roles. The oppressors are now the oppressed, the oppressed against their oppressors. Karma say, no? The only asshole who is always on the side of the losers, in the midst of this mess, seems to be you ... "

" are you driving? "

" Nowhere. I said to talk "

" Ah. "

" But you'd have taken your place in the sun, I think. In short, you're not tired of fighting for those destined to lose? That is, do not get me wrong, fuck if I'm happy to have you with us, but ... "

" You forget that I too am a human, Malakian"

" But the little girl a place for you would be confidential. He reserved for Fiumevento, imagine if he would not reserved for you. In fact, maybe you were more useful to you, here with me now. You could reason with her. Brush down a bit ', basically just needs someone to take his head. Holy Christ, is twenty years old ... "

" Blast is no longer controllable. He knows what his goals. And how to reach them. It has a black list, Malakian, which includes all those who were involved in the oppression of Gates government. A long list ... "

" Ah, about that. A little birdie told me that he did publicly executed Karl Mandic, New York "

" Exactly "

" And another little bird told me that he wants to send the mutants on which experiments made here on the West Coast, to hunt down the human resistance. Along with the other quotas. "

" are mavericks, how does being able to control them? "

Dante smiles softly, very gently, as if he was feeling a great affection for the subtlety of that plan.

" You remember the son of Mandic, no? The paraplegic telepath ... "

" will use him? "

" So say my birds ... "

Cameron frowns and opens up her lips ready to refute, when an unidentified object's size L ' air ear. Malakian is thrown to the side dragging with him, cursing under his breath. He puts up with more agility than you might expect from a man of his age, pulls the revolver from the holster with a surprising readiness. Levelling up, focusing on a man in the loft under the windows wide.

" I see you!" scream as Dante gets back on his feet, dazed. He

breathing accelerated and focused on their beat. Cameron knows why.

"But I see you better , Reese ..." , hiss that has the flavor of a sadistic smile, ferocious.

Alongside Ian Baldwin, for the entire perimeter of the warehouse loft that emerges from an increasing number of heads and mouths of guns. Cameron swallows. He should know.

" I'm here just to talk, Baldwin - shouting to be heard, without lowering the gun and aligning out the viewfinder with a portion of the skull found former MCU - Blast chasing us too. We can help you arrange the West Coast "

" Why should I trust you, Reese? "

" Why is a human too. ".

A third voice, moving in the air, a man who falls easily from the mezzanine to the ground, touching only with the fingertips to the ground. When you call standing in the eyes of Cameron whale a moment of hope, security commingled with a certain amount of surprise.

" Owen ..."

" Welcome back on the losing side, Cam. "

*

" How much did you say that?"

" One year, a year and a half ..."

" It is called ..."

" Erin. Her name is Erin. "

The girl smiles and holds her arms up, rocking the cradle rather awkwardly.

"And exactly What makes you think I'm a proper father figure, if I may ask? "

" father figure? - Blast frowns, leaning over the cradle and just watching the little girl with a vague scientific curiosity, studying - I thought you could only get along with. You know, the father had a hair blonde, platinum, and playing guitar. Californians like you ... "

" I'm from Miami ... "

" E 'the same. "

Chase extends a finger toward the child, testing the grip.

" His father was a mutant?"

"Already "

" And you take care of her daughter because ..."

"The mother is a human, and he died in Atlanta "

" Ah. "

The boy sighed, running a hand through his hair bright.

" Okay. Anja But not like ... "

" She is good enough. "

Blast gets back straight and the system dark shirt, sleeves rolled up just below the elbows, waist and the first two buttons undone. The black eyes, scars, heavy black streaks gives more years ... all of those who actually did, making it look like a warrior. And indeed it has never been more.

" How am I?"

Chase turns and looks, from head to foot.

" I would not like having to leave the orphan child for the second time ..." she whispers .

"Blast Are you okay, are you okay" he says, soon after. Move your eyes on the door and knock, taking the opportunity to change the subject in the center of attention, is quick to respond "on."

Tomas looks distinct and ordered, as usual, and that evening is particularly elegant. Dark suit, white shirt and knotted tie well. Just greets the two adults, shifting the focus almost immediately on the cradle.

" The famous Erin?"

"Just her"

smiles when approaching the girl, and while Chase salutes and goes out of the room, Tom's eyes change color, across a wide range of tones and settling on the electric blue.

" E 'excited and curious. Very impetuous - his smile is accentuated - will grow up quite a temper. - then move your gaze on Blast, his eyes change back to color, changing to yellow riattestandosi - the'll keep you? "

" No. If they bother Guinness and California. "

" Oh. - the boy hides his disappointment with some effort - do you think are appropriate? "

" unconventional, perhaps - she is just swinging his head and walked to the window, drawing aside a curtain. Times Square is crowded with people, even from that distance can read the banners. A stage just for you. A crowd just for her. For just one moment you feel insecure - but I'm sure that will cope. How is your research? "

" Good, very good ... - he says, then sighs - us to experiment, and we are proceeding smoothly. "

" Excellent . As you know, has the highest priority. The West Coast will start to worry ... "

" 'll all be ready in time. "

Blast looks away from the square and move it man, just team with eyebrows furrowed.

" How's your wife?"

Tomas takes a big sigh, as if he had been given the opportunity to remove a burden from his shoulders.

" insists to use his power, and not always able to stop him. It 's very frustrating for you ... every day ... the signs of his aging - says the word with difficulty, in a low voice - are more evident. "

" understand. I'm sorry - she remains a serious and calm in every word, the silent face of any expression to suggest that what he said is actually true - but know you've tried everything. ... Maybe you should just accept their fate. And pass the time you have left next to her. "

" Blast, I thought ... - the man's voice becomes uncertain, his eyes shining becomes more opaque, confused - if she could go back to work ... she would feel more motivated to ... well. - swallow - to live ... "

" Tomas. Katrina is weak, you know "

... Fiumevento know that you put to work on a national information network ... - observes, with bated breath - would mean so much to her ... "

" Tom ... "

" And for me ..."

Blast sighs, passing a hand through his hair, looks out the window again and hesitates, allowing for a long moment of silence.

" Fiumevento will definitely need professional sound ... and your wife ... has always been a good journalist. - snaps the tongue against the palate, relaxed-looking scientist confident of his best - there will certainly be a place for her. "

*

Brothers mutant repeats mutant brothers feel the smell of sweat and feel the excitement of the crowd and raised his arms up and scream and she just said brothers mutants because we are brothers and brothers mutants and we won the war, this war we won and then we talk talk if you can put into words everything that we did talk about whether you can say in words all we have heard and endured, and the weight on the shoulders of these people talk about when I hear you say you know we will not hear you smell of people do not feel the smell of those who were there were only so many people lost and alone and now I do not see what we are now we are one people with one voice we are three million hands up and come from all over the east coast and have come to feel we are brothers and brothers mutant mutants and today we are finally free .

Free .

A million and half people are one voice.

A person who says one thing than does a weak voice.

A woman goes out in the crowd, too far from the stage.

Urla killer.

cries and holds out his arms forward and while the square of that voice sounds hoarse and vibrating, a woman screaming so much to do almost burst his breast, and screams killer. 're just a murderer.

's just a killer.

She fights for freedom, says the one voice of a million and half people who stood up against the wall as a weak voice.

voice hoarse and throbbing even hear. He continued his speech.

killer, screaming voice weak.

voice weak and his chest bursts, and the tears in his eyes, leaned forward and his fists in despair.

Urla killer.

The weak voice is swallowed up and disappears. In one voice, lose track of him.

[Continue ...]

Baby Quotes From Famous People

What If: The Fusion, Yves (second part).

10:33 PM.

"Get out of my head!"

"If you tell me how I would be happy ... but believe me it is not easy, I'm not a telepath!"

Blast continues to walk undisturbed through the corridors devoid of light BMT Building. At the bottom of the stairs feel operatives who come to the floor. The invading the instinct to hurl away, and then frying their nerves.

A turn to the left, behind a door, and Blast is found in the bathroom.

"Do not make me angry ... you will not regret it bitterly!"

"Haha ... you have not noticed I'm into you ... do you want? Hit you alone? "

" I ... "

A look in the mirror. Startled at the sight of the girl reflected.

blacks and golden hair, the left eye completely black, which has never been able to express emotions, the right iris shows green, that on other occasions has expressed all the emotions that a human can experience.

Bassin, slim, sweet and terrifying at the same time.

"You! I would have to kill you long ago! What you done?!? "

" Yes, I ... and you ... more than I should kill you ... but it is not time to talk about who would kill people ... do you understand what happened ? I just remember I was on a yacht with my boyfriend, a beautiful starry night, with the city without lights you could see the whole sky. For dinner, there was most of all, I also had a few drinks' of wine even if I do not know ... I still have 21 years. Anyway, we danced all ser ... "

" AS YOU SPEAK! "

In reality, no one talks unless the speaker continues to give the red alert signal still for a few minutes. The two share the same thoughts, while the body is motionless, his eyes fix the mirror.

"Haha, it tells me my boyfriend. Um ... but my memories ... I stop here awakened within you ... ... well, with you. Lucky eh? "

" As a farmer who sees the invasion by locusts, harvest ... but I was fighting with your friends MCU racist ... ... and then here with you. Now, however, does not bother me, I have to get out of here ... if only I knew where I am! "

" Hey, and I do not think ...? Oh right, you go out even if you leave me ... "

The black eye following incredulous right arm that goes to finish her hair to frame better face ... not a "gesture by Blast.

"Stop ... I'm in charge here, otherwise I might as well give up!"

"What have I done? You would not be bad if you settle down a bit '. Anyway, I do not think just leaving it all to you. Do not you think you are stupid. "

" What makes you think that I will leave you still move the damn arm? "

" Have not you wondered why those operators out there are still alive? Did not want to fry? "

" ... it was you that you came here then? "

" Exactly ... I think I know where we are ... ... "

Speak ... or ... "

" Or what? Before you say I talk too much and then threaten me if I'm silent ... you're just weird! However, it is useless to you warm ... just past the guards will go towards the stairs "

***

The rumor that the building is now vulnerable BMT has spread through the city in a short time.

As usual, the voice first came to the ears of the criminals than to those of law enforcement.

(Continued ...)