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Jan 7 2018, 01:38 AM
They’d been asleep for... Mmmmm ages. Years. Centuries? Perhaps... They’d certainly been asleep long enough to be forgotten, for the ground to swallow them. For a camp, then a village, then a town to grow and build up over them. A pristine countryside, speckled with cows and a town with a population of 3,500 rested on top of where they slumbered, unworried and unaccosted. They slept without any interest or worry for the surface world.

Until the surface reached down to them.

Something above, something alive and rich and oh, so delicious reached down and prodded the ground. It gently nudged them out of their hibernation with a tender caress, moving through them like a warm wash of forgotten sunlight and they uncurled. Stretching and digging their claws into the earth they drew the strange sensation into them with delighted purrs of contentment. They woke up slowly, and happily.

And hungry.

The gnawing, aching emptiness at their cores was impossible to ignore. They were starving. They were always starving. They needed to feed, needed to hunt, to render, to corrupt. To infect. The needed to bask in delicious fear and pain. To savor every last morsel of life before it was snuffed out, rewritten, taken over.

So so hungry.


The livestock started going missing first. Then one or two people who lived on the outskirts of Broken Bow. For a few days Amelia’s entire construction and development crew simply vanished but they were back on the job by the next day, smiling and waving at those who drove past. Markus Grant specifically seemed to be in a good mood. “Amelia!” His usually unpleasant voice was full of enthusiasm as he left another voicemail for the young woman.

“I know we’ve had our differences, but I would love for you to come down here and take another look at the site. Things are really coming along, progressing so smoothly, we would be thrilled to show you. I think you’ll find we’re doing the right thing here.”

“You should really be a part of it.”
Jan 3 2018, 09:51 PM
Samantha Wavering calmly sat at a table for two at one of Manhattan's ritziest restaurants. Eleven Madison Park just so happened to be the place to go if one was into fine dinning and being in the same room with some of New York's elite. Though you had to be elite to be in that restaraunt. You never got out with a check under $116 a person, and that was on a weekday.

A veritable who's who of New York sat and ate their ridiculously expensive meals. Many of them nodding hello or stopping by to say hello to the Vice President for Public Relations Samantha Wavering. She just so happened to be one of the most powerful women in the city, right underneath Emma Frost. Though one day she hoped to move up the corporate ladder and land a job as one of Frost's executives. Though she sometimes wondered if this stint at Trask was going to thwart that plan. It really did not matter much. Bolivar Trask threw buckets of money into Samantha's own ridiculously expensive pay check. Which was to be expected. When you wanted the best you had to pay for the best. That was the nature of the world whether people understood that or not was not of Samantha's concern.

Some of those in the office thought Samantha was out of her mind for taking this meeting with a budding journalist. The resources of Trask ran far and wide, and after deciding to take the interview their security had done their job in gathering background on the young Guari Vincent. But spin was what she did. Perhaps she could paint it as Trask fostering the next crop of journalists. Or, if she did not like what she heard or saw before the article went to print, she would just have to give her good friend J Jonah Jameson a call, bat her eyes and remind him that he did not have a job if he did not sell papers. Being the last to hear of any major Trask announcements would certainly sting for a very long time.

Taking the decanter of water from the ice bin, Samantha poured her a glass before reaching for the pat of butter and one of the hot steaming artisan dinner rolls. Three things she had just touched and the bill was already up around the $30 range. Spreading the artisan butter on the gourmet roll, Samantha sat back, cracked a cool smile and waited to see if the budding journalist would show. Or perhaps he was wise enough to not walk into her territory at a time of her choosing and under her rules.

Guari Vincent
Nov 20 2017, 09:28 PM
There were legends about the Devil’s Eye. If Sondy Fabray had perhaps heeded those legends she would have left the stone in the box it had been delivered in and she wouldn’t be staggering around the museum with sick, cavernous holes where her eyes had been. The blood weeping from her eye sockets had stopped hours ago, as had her pitiful screams. Light was illuminating the corridor ahead of her, emanating from the multi-faceted stone that was embedded deeply in the middle of her forehead.

It was never meant to see the light of day, let alone the inside of a museum but the eye guided the injured woman along the second floor, lighting up the displays as she staggered forward. Strange how the light seemed to linger over the exhibits, pulsing around them even after Sondy had moved on.

Once the eye had fallen on them, the displays seemed to... tremble. They soaked in the cool white light hungrily. Sondy was growing weaker with every jerky, stumbling step she took. And the museum was coming to life behind her.


The Hall of Fossils had been quiet for some time. Most of the students had returned to their sleeping bags by one AM and the few stragglers hadn’t been far behind. The lights were still bright, illuminating the exhibits around the room that seemed to be keeping watch over the mutant children slumbering on the floor. After all, the fossils were mere echoes from the past, the scientific remains of creatures long dead.

Three AM arrived to dead silence in the fossil room. From somewhere above a white light descended on the exhibits. It seemed to swarm over the ceramic casts of the dinosaur bones before it was soaked into the fossils and vanished. And then the allosaur that Nightcrawler had been climbing on earlier blinked. It blinked, the soft white light that had misted down from the second floor was swirling in the dino’s empty sockets. Cables snapped and the cast bones ground together, held together with wire and white light as it stepped off of the display with a loud thud.

Those long arms took a swipe at the nearest sleeping bags belonging to Deathstrike and Miko. Luckily it only caught the body pillow, and feathers exploded everywhere. The thud had awoken Glitch and the grumpy boy opened his eyes blearily to find himself nose to nose with sharp teeth and the empty eyes comprised of swirling white light.

“FUCK ME!” Luca had never woken up so fast in his life and as the boy flailed in his sleeping bag, the small pack of raptors he’d been sleeping by launched themselves across the room toward the only living raptor in the room, straight toward Arsenic and Gentle.

Naturally the predators began to stalk toward the students but there were other fossils in the room as well. A baby apatosaurus had wobbled toward Plasma and her guardian to bump his precious little face against Legion before stumbling toward where Alex Goya had tucked himself away.

As Luca escaped his sleeping bag, he made a bolt for the exit and tripped over Slate, landing on his face. “DINOSAURS!” The badass bellowed and scrambled to his feet to announce to the room what they all already knew. There were dinosaurs and they were not as friendly as the one Gert brought with her. “LET’S FUCKING GO!” Luca turned and ran face first into a sheet of white light that was blocking the way out.

They were trapped.


Will continue on 11/24
Nov 20 2017, 09:28 PM
There were legends about the Devil’s Eye. If Sondy Fabray had perhaps heeded those legends she would have left the stone in the box it had been delivered in and she wouldn’t be staggering around the museum with sick, cavernous holes where her eyes had been. The blood weeping from her eye sockets had stopped hours ago, as had her pitiful screams. Light was illuminating the corridor ahead of her, emanating from the multi-faceted stone that was embedded deeply in the middle of her forehead.

It was never meant to see the light of day, let alone the inside of a museum but the eye guided the injured woman along the second floor, lighting up the displays as she staggered forward. Strange how the light seemed to linger over the exhibits, pulsing around them even after Sondy had moved on.

Once the eye had fallen on them, the displays seemed to... tremble. They soaked in the cool white light hungrily. Sondy was growing weaker with every jerky, stumbling step she took. And the museum was coming to life behind her.


As the warm white light settled over the Hall of Ocean Life the soft, otherworldly sound of whales filled the room and roused the mutants sleeping there. The light had cast a pattern over the hall, like sunlight piercing the surface of a pool. It danced over the floor as they cast their eyes up in wonder at the sights above.

The sea life exhibits had seemingly come to life, their eyes glowing white as the moved gracefully overhead, their motions smooth and fluid as though they were swimming.

Mercury and Epione were both playfully nudged by a pod of Harbour Porporises as the swam around them in a great arching circle. The exhibit’s giant squid moved across the floor all lanky tentacles and glowing eyes to poke at Gunslinger, Wiccan, and Auri Delavigne in fascination. Hundreds of fish from the Andros Island Barrier Reef swam by Guari Vincent in a flurry of synchronized movements, a lion fish floating level with Boom Boom’s nose, it’s dead eyes lit with a warm, white glow. A curious set of tiger sharks bumped and nosed curiously at Martyr, clearly trying to decide if he was food or not.

Ion was very, very still. A massive trilobite, longer than she was tall, was skittering in her direction on its multitude of legs. The already pale skinned girl blanched even farther. It made her skin crawl and as it paused to raise up to look her in the eye, Liv let out a very firm, “NO!”, releasing a snap of electricity that struck the prehistoric sea critter smack dab in the middle of it’s gross face.Somehow, despite the fact the nasty creature had no vocal chords to work with, it let out a shrill squeal of pain.

And the whole room went dark.

The warm white light was gone, suddenly replaced by an eerie red glow. Red eyes peered through the darkness and everyone would suddenly find their feet wet. The animals that had been simply curious a moment before were suddenly seeming much more threatening... And water was filling the room. It sloshed against the deep red light that was blocking the exits and inched ever higher.

They were trapped.


Will continue on 11/24
Nov 20 2017, 09:28 PM
There were legends about the Devil’s Eye. If Sondy Fabray had perhaps heeded those legends she would have left the stone in the box it had been delivered in and she wouldn’t be staggering around the museum with sick, cavernous holes where her eyes had been. The blood weeping from her eye sockets had stopped hours ago, as had her pitiful screams. Light was illuminating the corridor ahead of her, emanating from the multi-faceted stone that was embedded deeply in the middle of her forehead.

It was never meant to see the light of day, let alone the inside of a museum but the eye guided the injured woman along the second floor, lighting up the displays as she staggered forward. Strange how the light seemed to linger over the exhibits, pulsing around them even after Sondy had moved on.

Once the eye had fallen on them, the displays seemed to... tremble. They soaked in the cool white light hungrily. Sondy was growing weaker with every jerky, stumbling step she took. And the museum was coming to life behind her.


Despite it being three in the morning the Alphas were wide awake in the Hall of Mammals. The handful of tiny mutants were having a blast, scampering over to where Pyro was sleeping and dropping marbles into the flame manipulator’s mouth while he slept. The giggling little shits angels were sat in the middle of the North American Gray Wolf exhibit, delighted by the way the small display had been made to look like dense woodland.

None of them noticed the white glow hovering in front of all the exits.

A low growl was the first indication at all that anything had even changed. At first, Velocity thought that perhaps Wolverine had joined their sleep over and was going to chastise them for picking on the old hot head but a soft white light had settled over the wolves and the rest of the exhibits in the room. The moose, the large cats, the small rodents, and... Bom Bom the Silverback Gorilla. Black glass eyes blinked, lit from within with that strange white light as it soaked into the stuffed animals and the Alphas all responded as a single unit.

”AHHHHHHHHHHH!”

There was an explosion of primary schoolers and fur as kids and wolves went in all direction. Several children ran straight to Mistral, jumping on her and wailing. The other half tackled the pretty glowing girl, screaming in panic until Lucy In The Sky woke up. Phantom was awoken by a small herd of rodents running over her face and sleeping bag as they darted off of their display. Shadowcat awoke to a massive hoof stomping on the ground nearby. The moose she has so sweetly chatted to earlier let out a belch of sawdust into her face before lowering his head and charging. Cyclops and Scarlet Spider had a mountain lion and a lynx drop down between them, hissing and spitting.

A low rumble in Backup’s ear made the girl swat at the animal standing over Cypher with a sleepy, “Go to sleep, Indy,” before she swatted at the critter’s nose. Anyone who wasn’t awake before, immediately snapped awake when the lion let out a roar of outrage. Even if they wanted to run there was no where to go...

They were trapped.


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