The sun was starting ot bake the back of his neck as he walked slowly down the streets of New York. He ignored everything around him as his thoughts swirled back to the night before. He had acted like a fool. Yet he knew that he couldn't go back there and apologize He had to stay away. Not because he was capable of evil itself. But because he knew that somewhere inside of himself he wasn't just capable he yearned for it. He walked slowly letting his mind just tumble through the strange thoughts inside of him. Now and again he could feel the intrusions of the of the others inside of himself. Finally he gave up trying to ignore them. Christian of course was trying to get him to go back but Goth was on the verge of an orgasmic attack. He was "free". No longer did he have to worry about walking the line that woud endanger his life with so many goodies around him.

He sat down. His body was exhausted. He could barely keep his eyes open. He felt the weariness sweeping over him as the caffiene pills he had been on for so long were wearing off. He didn't have the desire to be awake any more. He didn't want to be conscious. He felt his mind slowly falling into the slumber like state. Yet his body wasn't done. Goth was tired of being silent. As Otieno slipped to sleep Goth came fully awake and took control. He was still in the one form but he was strong enough of mind to keep Christian from stopping him.

He stood up and looked around. This world was really a disgusting place. People whined and complained about one thing and then when something came about to help with that problem they bitched about solution.

He stood there and decided right then. He was going to help the world. He had over heard something recently about the world being over populated and how the world couldn't keep up with the births because not enough people were dieing with how life spans were growing longer and longer. He would help the world population problem. He would destroy as many lives as he could while poor Otieno slept.

((Ill either continue this as a solo until someone joins or someone can join now. Im just walking down the street right now anyway.))

Petunia was having a night on the down. Humans weren’t good for a lot, but at least they could serve food that was decent, and sew cloths that passed for fashion. She smirked down at herself staring at her stacked heals, fish net stockings, a green dress that shimmered when she walked, and her long silk over coat, that flowed like liquid smoke to cover her dragon fly wings.

She wasn’t alone. Petunia had her friends. The minions that she could make when ever she wanted. Bugs.

Instead of using gem stones, or pins, Petunia was adorned in various emerald green tiger beetles, that sat like barrettes in her hair, and held a scarf around her neck. Now, what else could she do tonight? Pix would have to find out as she walked down the street.

He walked down the street anaylizing all the different people that walked past him. None that he seen right away were suitable. They were all much to plain. He wanted the first one in this coming string of murders to be someone that would stick out. Someone that he would always remember. As he walked he seen a short fat man messing with something or another and he stopped and watched him for a mere moment. He shook his head slowly as he walked away. The man was much to ordinary.

As he walked his gaze moved from one person to the next. His eyes would look up and down the prostitutes that were waiting for their next meal ticket. He thought about starting with one of those and quickly decided against it. They served their purpose. They would surely end up getting something and passing that something on to many others. Why kill something that helped serve the world?

His gaze finally came upon someone that made him smile. She was dressed in clothing that reminded him of the prostitutes. A well off prostitute perhaps but one none the less. He almost passed her by because of the clothing but when he noticed the bugs he couldn't stop himself. She was a curiousity. He might not kill her right away. He was a curious man after all. He slowly walked towards her. She walking his way and he hers. So he moved so that while they walked he was stright infront of her. His gaze locked on her own. A slight smile danced over his lips as he moved closer to her.

He got a few feet away before he spoke, "Excuse me miss. Could you do me a favor." His voice wasnt utterly loud. Just loud enough that she could hear but not many others could. His looks to the sides soon turned everyone else that could hear away from them, "Would you mind following me into this alley so we may speak. I don't want to make an utter mess out here in the street."

He was being very blunt about what he was planning. He hadn't come out and said her life was in danger but he did clue her in. His smile remained on his face as he awaited an answer from her. His pale white hands slid into the pocket of the nice over coat he was wearing. He felt the knife in his pocket and his smile widened slightly.

Inward, Pix was smiling at herself. Out word Petunia tilted her head. The man should be concerning, but if normality on the human streets were normal, (Ha! Normality, that’s a funny word.) the man was nothing really. Even most mutants where before her on the food chain. Speaking of which, her stomach growled.

She got closer, and moved to the right, only to have him walking directly in front of her. Making her feet come to a halt to keep her from walking into him. Petunia leaned back on her heals to look up at the man. Close up, her face looked much yonger than she was. Giving her a image of a 15 year old, or younger, where a 24 year old should have stared at him. Pix let Petunia’s eyes get as wide as chicken eggs, and her mouth relaxed into an O shape.

When the man spoke, Pix knew what he was talking about, but she liked to play stupid. Things were made so much easier when you played stupid. People picked up after you, and if you stumble across a cute stupidly cute guy, and pretend not to know how to shovel a sidewalk, the results were good views with no work.

“Of course M’Dear.” Pix crooned. Letting her voice sound soft and smooth as silk. “I know what you mean by messes, I hate making them in public.” She slowly began walking backwards into the alley way. One of the beetles perched on the back of her head, would tell her if there was something behind her.

As she backed up, her head tilted the other way and she pointed at the man who had stopped her. “You’ve got food all over your face.” She pursed her lips before continuing. “It looks Yummy.”

(If I go too far please tell me.)

He watched her walking backwards. A slight smile crossed over his lips. He could feel the crushing sensation as Christian tried and stopped him but he wouldn't allow that. Not right now anyway. His gaze took her all in for a moment. She looked a bit younger then he had originally thought though of course you never could tell these days.

He walked in front of her, since she was turned looking at him, and followed her into the alley. As soon as they got far enough in the alley he removed the knife from his trench coat and then removed it. He had completely ignored her comments. What she had to say meant nothing to him now. She was prey and nothing more. As soon as his coat came off, he hadn't wanted to get blood on it, his two strange wings came out and spread out behind him.

Her eyes had widened and made her look innocent. For a second it looked like she was going to pretend to be so naive that she didn't know he wanted one of two things. Luckily for her he wasn't interested in one of them. If he was going to slide something into her it was only going to be a knife.

"If there is anything you do not want destroyed or covered in your own blood I suggest you remove it now. I mean honestly it isn't going to matter since most likely you are going to be dead when I leave this alley."

Petunia let her chin tilt down, as her eyes continued to be big. Looking up at the man as he pulled a knife, and undid his coat revealing two mismatch wings. Well that was interesting. “Do you have trouble turning to one side or something? Because one of wings needs a lot more pruning. Personally I say just pluck everything off. Membranes are much easier to care for. Better too.” Petunia continued backing up until she reached the dead end of the alley way. A dumpster was just to her right full of little friends.

"If there is anything you do not want destroyed or covered in your own blood I suggest you remove it now. I mean honestly it isn't going to matter since most likely you are going to be dead when I leave this alley."

Pix pressed petunia’s lips together as she acted as if she was thinking. “Hold on a minute.” She removed her silk coat keeping her dragon fly wing bressed close to her back and working to conceal them from his view, until time was right. “I suppose everything is going in this thing.” She said lifting the lid and dropping the coat inside. Out of view, there was a loud buzzing inside the industrial sized trash can. Something pulled her coat inside and out of her hands. Inside the trash can, her coat had been folded neatly and she slammed the lid. Making the flies buzz again, and exit the trash can. The bugs spread through the alley way. Slowly, under her greed dress, Pix was beginning to let more friends that were mosquitoes, wiggle free from her skin, and lay in wait for her orders.

He watched her patiently as he stood there waiting. After she removed her coat and looked like she was ready to face whatever was going to happen he smiled lightly and took a step forward. His trailing foot seemed to be glued to where he had been standing. He groaned lightly as he put one hand on the leg and pulled it to stand beside his other.

"Now is not the time my friend. Let me be so I can have a bit of fun eh?"

He forced christian back in his mind. He wouldn't let that no good googdie goodie stop him from a bit of fun. He decided he would play with this woman a bit longer. Sometimes it was worse for the person when their agressor was being to nice.

"If you would wish to make a prayer before you die I suggest you go ahead and do so now. In a minute it shall be far to late and whatever god you may believe in may not be able to recognized your screamed prayers."

He almost waited a fulls econd before realizing the only reason he was allowing her this was because of christians little whispers in his mind. He growled lightly. IT was kind of funny the man thought to do something he himself did to Otieno all the time.

"Sorry about that little lady. Sometimes I forget myself. Its time for you to enter your eternal rest. I do so want another tongue to go onto this necklace of mine."

The knife flipped up in his hand as he struck forward. If the little girl just stood there frozen like some women would then the knife would hit her in the lower stomache. He wasnt going to play to much. Yet he didnt want her to die right away so he hadnt even aimed for a main organ or anywhere that owuld kill her to quickly.

He had asked her if he had a prayer, but why would she need a prayer if she saw herself as such a power? Petunia’s jaw dropped but her lips were pressed together. Pulling her tongue to the back of her throat.

At his first movement forward. Petunia’s wings burst into motion, making her spin as they clattered and clapped into a hum. Spinning to the right, she tried to grab for his rist that head the knife. Pushing her body away from that arm, while she leaned closer to him and her mouth opened.

“Blahtuey” Petunia tried to lean close enough to spit out spider with a body like an hour glass, at his face. (Black widow spider. Highly poisonis.) aiming to have the spider land on his chin, or collar bone near his neck. Mean while the mosquitoes that had wiggled free from under Petunia’s skin, burst forward as well, Swarming the other mutant’s face and anywhere they could find a drink. A few might of gone for his eyes. (Up to you.)

The spider that was spit hit him on the collar bone. He felt the sharp bite and his eyes went down jsut in time to see the black widow. He he knew what this thing was as the mosqitos bit into him he knew the only way he would live through this was by letting christian come out. Even as he thought about it he felt christian forcing his body apart. Christian to knew what the spider was and knew the only way to get the poion out was to let the blood that had been poisoned out of his body.

He felt his skin stretching as his muscles started to seperate and bulge under his skin. As his skin was stretching the bugs on his face that were drinking couldn't pull back when they had drunk enough. instead they got stuck there and were forced to keep drinking. Their little bodies grew as they filled with his blood and eventually they all exploded from filling up to much.

Then he felt the skin rip. He felt the blood that was in the veins being purged as the body split into two. He fell apart literally two halves barely staying standing. And then the reforming started. It was a process that tore an ear piercing scream from his lips as he felt his body being destroyed. It didnt last more than 20 seconds. 20 seconds and he was sitting there. Both of their knees resting against the ground. They were both naked but that didnt matter to either of them at that particular moment. They both knew that they couldn't just stay put. Goth thought Christian would be smart for once and just run but no.

He felt the first stop sting as Christians fist slammed into the side of his head. He growled out lowly as he turned and threw himself against himself. This woman was spitting out poisonous spiders and he wanted to fight himself. how perfect was that. He went to headbutt christian in the mouth and stopped.

"You are an IDIOT! She just spit out a fuckin poisonous spider and you hit me! If we die so does Otieno you fucking idiot!"

Christian just stopped and looked at the young woman. A slight smile came upon his crimson lips and he bowed down to her, "Pardon me miss. I am sorry for how my... brother... here behaved a moment ago. I tried to get him to stop but the idiot wouldn't listen."

"WHAT THE HELL! Who in the bloody 'ell are you callin a bloody idiot! I was just lookin for a bit o fun. But noooo she had to spit a damn spider at my face. If you would have just bloody told me you were a mutie I'd have left you bloody alone."

"Be that as it may you have no right what so ever of attacking anyone be they human or mutant. I really do wish you would stop with the nonsense.", christian turned and looked back at the young lady, "I do offer my utmost deepest apology."

(Apologies for my delay in replying. Was too tired the last few days to think.)

Petunia fround as her mosquitoes were popping like little red zits. Yeah she had emptied this guy from part of his blood, but she had intended on eating her minions and in the process eating him. Plus the venum on her spider seemed to have no effect once he came apart. Although the screams that were heard before that, were entertaining. So maybe the disappointment and the entertainment balanced eachother out. Now for the taking care of getting her stomach filled. Then one self started attacking the other self. Entertaining as well as literat and full of meaning if examined by professors of literature, or film. But still not enough to make Pix forget her hunger, or the fact that it was her being attacked. The man, men what ever, should be bowing and asking for mercy from her.

"Pardon me miss. I am sorry for how my... brother... here behaved a moment ago. I tried to get him to stop but the idiot wouldn't listen."

Ok, so there was one bow, but there was no pleading. Pix liked the respect, however respect should have come anyways.

"WHAT THE HELL! Who in the bloody 'ell are you callin a bloody idiot! I was just lookin for a bit o fun. But noooo she had to spit a damn spider at my face. If you would have just bloody told me you were a mutie I'd have left you bloody alone."

“Bloody is a funny word for the moment.” Pix said. Making her thoughts be voiced as she examined a one of her beetles that had been being used as a decoration. She sniffed the Tiger beetle, then bit into it like an animal cracker, chewing the side with the head, while the other twitched between her fingers. Her response to the acusation of her not telling the guy she was the mutant? Well it wasn’t really a response as much as a statement. “I’m still hungry.” She said as little bit’s of beetle were still between her teeth.

Chew, chew, chew

"Be that as it may you have no right what so ever of attacking anyone be they human or mutant. I really do wish you would stop with the nonsense I do offer my utmost deepest apology."

“Be that as you may,” Petunia shook the bottom half of the dead tiger beetle at him, moving the half that was in her mouth to the side of her cheek so she could talk. “I still say the food on your face… Faces, looks tasty.”

Petunia swallowed and smiled.