Fausto awoke scared, a cold sweat walked his body ... he had a nightmare relate with the disappearance of their parents ... a nightmare confusing, with shouts and flashes of happy memories mixed with the cold and lonely days that he step seek in vain for they, until almost by chance he hear about the painful reality ... they were murdered, killed by humans that see the mutants as mistakes of nature, like monsters ... and they are wrong they are the monsters ,the murderers , the trash...

Fausto adjournment of the trunk where he had lying, the weather was a bit cold but calm. the central park at midnight seemed a frightening place, mimic the most brutal horror film ... but that didn't care, which seemed more frightening to him was to be alone in a large city such as NY.
what he most wants is to find other mutants but the most of they were hiding and are afraid to show their skills in public, ¨they aren't like me¨he thought ...

¨midnight is a very good time to eat something¨he said aloud to himself, and slowly started to walk in the midnight darknnes seeking for whatever to eat.

Zero was walking along the park at night, the solitary moon shown brightly in the distance, the trees falling palely in comparison but beautifully on the scenery as the light dripped through them, causing a slight shadow to be cast upon the stoney ground beneath his combat boots, personifying a beauty through work metaphor in the instant, none of these marvels of existence escaped Emilio's thoughts as he strode, alone through the park, on this night

Finally a moment of pure splendor, a scene of complete serenity on the backdrop that is the constant movement of reality, a contrast against the hustle and bustle of the city that lay mere miles away from such an Edens Paradise that I now take joy in embracing

He thought this as he continued walking through the park until he finally arrived at his destination, a beautiful clearing of grass where a spot of light shown through the trees and lit it up elegantly, quite possibly the most serenity he had over taken in at one time, he strode over and lied down upon the soft grass that existed beneath him, he then took one last glimpse of the night sky above before closing his eyes and allowing the eternity of this bliss to settle in

It was starting to become the dead hours(as dead of hours as New York City has, at least), and Haddix decided to go for a walk. He was walking through central park, making it a point to avoid eye contact with anyone walking towards him. In the weeks since the breakout, his body had began to heal, and Haddix was working himself back into a fighting shape. His muscles were built again, and he had regained a large portion of flexibility. He tongued the depressions in his mouth where teeth used to be. Fortunately he hadn't lost any predominately showing teeth in the camps, but that didn't change the fact that he was self conscious about looking like a hick.

The bike path here split into two different directions, and Pit Bull stared blankly, not necessarily at the paths, not necessarily even in this world. His mind was miles away, thinking about the woman he'd met in the camps. Thinking about her smile, her red eyes, her smell. Everyone in that hell hole had reeked of death and decay, and yet she hadn't. It was strange; maybe Haddix's mind was playing tricks on him. At this point he didn't much care. So, what's keeping you? He thought. Why not just go back there now?

His mind continued to wander, undaunted by the tasks of physical motion and observation, until he ran into a young man along the path. This broke the Pit Bull of his trance, snapping him back to reality rather harshly. "My bad," Haddix muttered. Upon looking at the kid more closely, Haddix realized he couldn't have been more than 15 or 16 years old. Wonder what he's doing out at this time, he thought. The kid looked lost in his own thoughts as well. Perhaps that's what everything was coming to now, what with the Home Computer being young people's window to the world nowadays. Haddix stood, waiting to see if the kid would actually acknowledge him or just keep walking.

Fausto walking slowly , listening to the wind in the leaves of trees, trying to find something to eat ...fleeting images came to his forefront,image of his past with his parents and how much he miss they...

he get distracted while walking to a fork of the bike path and faced with a loonely man ... seemed to be a good guy, but in these circumstances and there,frighten fausto...
¨I didnt want to bother you¨ he told to the man and try to dodge him and continue her way, but in his hurry he stumble and fall to the ground...

The serenity of the scene was momentarily interrupted in the distance by what sounded like a kid falling, Emilio's eyes slowly opened for a moment, the moment had already been halted so not much point left in enjoying the scenery that was going on around him, he strode over to where the kid lay on ground, and reached out to the young man, pulling him up to his feet, he then immediatly noticed another large man slightly shorter then himself standing immediatly in front of the kid

The guy looks like a mugger, I better stick around a minute to make sure this kid gets where he's going safely

He thought this to himself as he looked at the guy and then back at the teenager, who seemed by all accounts to be ok, if anything he was just slightly shaken, by what Emilio didn't know, he then looked down at him

You ok kid?

He asked pejoratively as he then went back to looking at the muscular mand that stood in front of them

Pit Bull helped the kid up to his feet, making sure to avoid the bony processes on his knuckles. "You okay, kid?" He heard his stomach growl, but wasn't sure if it was his or the kid's. "I'm Alan," he said with a faint smile. He looked to the handsome man standing who had joined the kid, standing and looking at him.

He felt an uncomfortable silence coming on. This new guy, who looked to be about his age, seemed to be sizing him up, and the last thing Haddix needed right now was a brawl in Central Park. getting paid to fight was one thing, but fighting just for the sake of fighting was not on the top of Haddix' priority list. He ran his palm over his closely shaved head, then let both hands drop to his sides, palms facing the two in front of him in a gesture of noncombat. "So what brings you guys to Central park this time of night?"

OOC: dont get angry at me please, try to cool Fausto , is a little shocked for the nightmare...

IC: slightly shaken and quite scared Fausto responded timidly. "I'm good, thanks ...¨he answered the two of them trying to not seem too frightened.
he dindt know anything of that guys ,in those cirscuntancias those men could be part of ...and with fear and angry without thinking is quick stand up and say aloud: you are from Bloody Eye,you have come to finish the job, right? come to kill me just like you killed my parents?
let me alone , dont bother me... Bloody Eye steal from me my family!!
what more they want to take?

Zero was immediatly surprised at the kid that started screaming loudly, his cries of fury echoing loudly over the serene night sky, like a hammer smashing against a remarkably clear glass mirror, he then took a quick step back from the yelling kid and with blinding speed he withdrew a pistol and fired a dart at the kids arm, if the dart made contact it would render him unconscious for a moment before he regains consciousness in a calmed drugged state

Well, Senior, to answer your question I came out to enjoy a peaceful midnight stroll to calm the hectic day i've had, sadly it looks as though that will not be the case this evening

He said this to the large man that stood next to him as his eyes darted back to the kid to see if his dart had indeed made contact with the kids flesh and hopefully calmed him down

The Pit Bull barely had time to react as the older man pulled out a pistol and shot what appeared to be a dart of some sort into the kids arm. The outburst had startled Haddix for a moment, but now he was alert, adrenaline running through his system. Maybe the kid's a junkie, Haddix thought as the man put his pistol back where it had come from.

"What the f**k did you just shoot him with?" Pit Bull asked, steeling his nerves. He had a feeling it was nothing lethal, otherwise he'd have been shot as well. He kept himself at the ready though, nonetheless.

one of the two guys take out a weapon and an instant shot it.the sounds were fading, the lights went off,he was losing consciousness ...
I'm dead? I'm dead? it was the unique thing he can think...
the environment disappear and covered with darkness, total darkness ... may be The Death?

OOC:I am unconscious, I cant do much LOL

He watched closely as the young man who was previously screaming, delicately passed out into a state of obliviousness, as the boy was about to hit the hard floor below he quickly moved downwards and caught his slow falling body, he then gently set it down on the sidewalk before standing back up and glancing over at the gentleman that looked slightly tense and awestruck beside him

Don't worry, it was a simple knock out agent, the boy will regain consciousness shortly at which point he will be much calmer and relaxed then before, I'm sure your aware that this isn't a city where every screaming lunatic is out to help you

He said this he then bent down and plucked the small dart from the boys arm, and put it into a small pouch on his leather belt, he then stood back up once more and looked at the boy waiting for him to regain consciousness, he kept his back hand near a tazer gun in his inner jacket pocket in case the man standing next to him decided to try something

Upon hearing the man's response, Haddix relaxed a bit. He cracked his knuckles and stretched out his neck. "So, you know the kid at all?" He dug in his pocket and pulled out a box of cigarettes, offering one to the man after lighting his own. He took a deep drag on the cigarette, feeling the nicotine hit his brain almost instantly. He was hungry. Damn, was he hungry.

Spotting a bench over by the path and went to sit on it, feeling as though he should at least stick around until the kid woke up, even though this man could clearly look out for him. Maybe take the kid to grab some food or something, he looked as though he could surely use it. He took another drag off the smoke and looked around quickly to make sure no cops were sniffing around. "This the kind of s**t you do often, or is this a special occasion?" he asked the man.

sensations slowly beginning to return ... I'm dead? ... this is heaven? ... must be hell ... it is cold ... wait!! I hear voices, but very far away ,mom are you ?... Bloody Eyes achieving its goal,right ?i am dead?... no , i can hear my hearth beating... i am alive yet. he open his eyes slowly and see the blurry world like sawing it through a caleidoscope
the world is moving soo slowly... i cant focus... everything is blurry... they still here...?

Fausto regain a little of concious,he remained in the position that was and speak the clearly he could in that state : what do you want which me? who are you two? you are after me?

the voice came a bit clumsy and low but achievement to pronounce his questions...

Zero gladly took the cigarette and inhaled a deep long drag, the tip of the cigarette glew bright orange as it slowly began to ash, he let out the deep inhale slowly causing a large cloud of grayish smoke to come through his mouth, alone it was just a cloud but on the backdrop of the beautiful night sky it was symbolic, another significant piece of beauty he noticed that night

Thanks for the cigarette, times like this when they really come in handy

As he continued smoking the cigarette, the kid began to return to his feet, he was a tad wobbly and his eyes were dialted, obviously the drugs were being effective, but the kid was still a bit jumpy, Zero made sure to be aware of his surroundings as he began talking to the kid

Relax kid, no one is out to hurt you, how about we all go and get something to eat, it may calm you down and help those drugs where off

Zero knew that there must have been something really wrong with the kid for the drugs to only semi work like that and him still be so jumpy, he figured that if he got some food in the kids system he could calm him down a little and by keeping an eye on the kid he could prevent anyone from getting hurt that night if he lost his cool again, he then turned and looked back at the other guy

Yah I guess you can say stuff like this happens every now and again

Walking along the path Matthew slowly moved his head from side to side, taking in the night-time view. His goggles were in his back pocket, at this time of night and as dark as it was in the park he could happily go without them and still see better than anyone else could in daylight. Matthew's solid black eyes were quite visible to anyone with even the slightest night-vision though.

Further down the path Matthew saw two men, both quite well built, sitting and smoking, lying on the floor in front of them was a teen boy, obviously dazed and probably drugged. Matthew hesitated a moment, it looked as though something was going on, not a mugging, a mutant hate crime? He hesitated a moment, he didn't want to get into being a hero but he couldn't just ignore something happening right in front of him.

Matthew pulled his face into a casual smile and moved his hands behind his back, closing his fists around the handles of the two push-knives in his waistband and trying to look as though he just had his hands behind his back. He called ahead of himself, not wanting to cause anyone to overreact.

"Hi there! Nice night isn't it?"

OOC: I hope you don't mind me joining in.