It had been months since his meeting with the blonde. The blonde that had contacted him on account of her boss. The job was simply, in Vicente’s opinion, but quite interesting. He was to run amok in the city, pretending that he was some unicorn mutant in order to tarnish his name. Vicente wondered what the mutant had done so bad to deserve such a fate. After all, sometimes a tarnished name and reputation could be worse than death. Being a pariah was nothing compared to the everlasting blackness and peace of one’s demise.
But the price was good. A nice Kodiak Bear upon completion. Vicente could already feel that power coursing through his body. He just needed to complete this task first.
Months ago he visited the place known locally as The Sanctuary. A building that harbored wayward mutants and protected them from the world. If they were really chosen by the gods, as he believed all mutants were, then they should have been able to make it on their own without any help. But he never voiced his opinion. He simply went there and collected his necessary…supplies. The horse they offered, a beautiful white pony, would be perfect. The head was not so large that it would make him tilt or fall over once he shifted into it.
And the consumption was easy and faster than he had expected. Since then the man had been practicing, shifting into it, getting his bearings of what the world looked like to a horse and training himself so that he could fight just as effectively with it. That, mixed with the fact that this Unicorn, used swords, added up to at least two solid months of just training to get his body accustomed to the new fighting and the new form.
Now, though, he was ready. It was time for him to cause some ruckus in this man’s name.
A glance at the paper today proved to be the perfect opportunity.
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Dressed in a black trenchcoat, black pants and heavy boots, Vicente stood at the back of an auditorium. Today was supposed to be the inspirational piece of writing from a young college student, Jackie Harper. NYU had apparently had this huge essay writing contest about “What I Would Do To Change the World?” Millions had entered, hoping to get there schools paid for, but apparently Jackie was the only one who wrote with any true heart. She wrote about how the only way humanity could achieve world peace was by unity. More specifically, the unity against mutants.
Sweet. Cute. Utter dribble.
Vicente stood at the back of the auditorium as Jackie and her family were led up to the stage. She was a sweet, bubbly girl of 20. Probably would have really made a difference in the world, enslaved every mutant, if he was not here to eradicate her. She was followed up onto the stage by her mother, father, and older brother. All of which were anti-mutant believers who only wanted a safe unity. They were the typical American family, the dream that the entire country strived for.
A dream that would die tonight.
Stalking out of the back door, Vicente made his way onto the second floor, careful to avoid any guards and any passing humans. He slinked through the shadows until he could reach onto the balcony levels. As he did, he knew it was show time.
A growl fell from his lips as the bones shifted and reshaped in his face. But instead of the typical lion he was so accustomed to, it was instead the sound of a horse’s head coming into existence. Vicente snapped and growled as he felt the new shift rip throughout his features. Before long, sitting upon the shoulders of an extremely well built man in black, was the startling, white head of a horse (actually a pony). Vicente breathed deeply as the pain subsided and stuck his hands into his coat pockets and fished around until he found what he was looking for, the attachable spiral horn. It took him weeks to get it custom-made so that it would not fall off in battle. But it was well worth it.
Attaching it to his forehead, he snorted in acceptance. The illusion was complete. The walking, evil unicorn was ready to make his debut.
He slinked into the balcony seat, which he had bought out for the event, under an pseudonym, and peered down. Jackie was on stage, reading energetically and rallying the audience to her favor. He smirked, awkward for a horse, and from his jacket he produced a pair of
Tec-9’s. Not really the unicorn’s style, but panicked masses were panicked masses. All they would see was a unicorn.
“And so I believe that ALL MUTANTS NEED TO BE STOPPED!” Jackie announced. “Not only for our peace…but for theirs…”
Applause filled the auditorium and Vicente grinned. Show time.
“Mutants can never be stopped!” he screamed. Lights were turned on him, people gasped in surprise and panic.
“We are the wave of the future! We are the Everlasting!!”Guns raised…Vicente let loose onto the stage. The bullet flew in a cloud that no one could escape from. People screamed and ran but he was not after the populace; only those people on stage. Within moments they were stopped dead in their tracks with hundreds viewing the mayhem. Vicente smirked as he tossed the guns aside and exited the balcony. Just as he did, several guards showed up, brandishing their own guns and weaponry. Time to really play.
From his back Vicente pulled out a pair of katana blades that gleamed in the light of the hall. He lowered his gazed as he snarled between each of the men and expertly held his swords.
“You dare stand in the way of GODS!!” he yelled as he dashed into the fray.
Vicente was a whirlwind of flashing steel. Crimson shot in all directions and the sounds of dying men filled his ears. Vicente only smirked at this as he stalked away from hall, once his escape was made. He did not kill all the men though. He left one or two alive. They would tell the tale of the bloody unicorn.
And it would catch on like fire…
