"You're being ridiculous..."
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"You're being ridiculous..."
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One day they were going to slip up. One day. It was all going to shatter, this little "Life". The life of a mutant was not much.
He was branded, like cattle. A large, gaunt looking man with dreadlocks. The time-locked mutant who's creation and origin fluctuated with events past and future.
The one thing that stayed constant was his escape. He wasn't always paired with Blink, Warpath and Sunspot.
Today was one of those days. His scars were fresh. They still bled at night. Blood that would mark time itself as Bishops' hatred for humanity grew and grew. Tonight, he had built a beacon. It would draw the sentinels soon, but for now it was off the radar. It was a simple enough device, created after his escape from the concentration camp. He hoped out there someone was reading it. He hoped out there the simple clicking that would read "MUTANTS, COME TO CO-ORDINATES 01-85-63" would come; he wished for some kind of contact. He wished.
The device was given a larger radius due to his power, constantly absorbing the heat from his camp fire on the outside of a large wooded area; red mist seemed to power up to his hand, travel through his body and enter the small device in his, eyes glowing. He would wait. He had all the time in the world.