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Posted by jasonblake on Aug 29, 2009 20:58:41 GMT -6
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It had been quite some time since Gore stepped foot back inside the Sanctuary. The place was crowded with other mutants either trying to find a place to lay there head for the night or using it as a place to hide from the ill humanity in which mutants are treated. He pushed his way down the hall getting strange stares from people that never seen him before. To them he seemed like the new guy but to him most of them where new. As he came up to his room he looked across the hall peeking in the room at small man almost nothing but skin and bone… He could hear him crying asking for forgiveness as if he did something wrong. The door squeaked as Gore pushed the door open. He looked at the hinge and realized just how long it been since the last time the door opened. A he shut the door behind him, he reached under the back of his shirt pulling a chrome .45 with a black grip and tossing it on his bed.
After a nice relaxing shower Gore stood at white porcelain sink letting all his weight rest on his arms and hands well he stared hard in the mirror. His mind kept going back to the weak man lying in the bed across the hall. Those were the mutants that pissed him off the most. Sure he hated humans, but mutants that believed the things that humans said were even worse. Embrace the gift. It’s only a power humans wish they could have! With that Gore walked in to his suit case and got dressed. Standing at a wall mirror he quickly checked himself over standing tall in his timb’s, a fresh pair of dark blue jeans with the tags just freshly pulled off and a brown Sean John shirt. And lastly slide his .45 in back of his waist and walked off.
As Gore made his way down the hall, he looked for someone he might know, someone that could shine line on everything that was going on. But the placed was deserted of anybody that really would have mattered to him. He looked down at his watch and realized he was almost late. Rushing to the kitchen he grabbed a twelve pack of beer and rushed over to the Den. How could he have forgotten UFC 102 was on today! Not really paying attention to who was watching TV or really caring Gore switched the Channel catching the first match just before the bell rang. He looked around nobody seemed to care. Some of the people here just seemed to have given up on life and well those again were the ones he could care less about helping out. Besides UFC was on unless it was life and death… his life or death it could wait.
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