The Introduction(solo)

(OOC authors note. This was designed to give you a peak into Lennox's mind and his first hours in New York.)

“Sir, can I ask….”

The New York atmosphere was something he hadn’t taken into consideration. Most of the people here were busy and quite rude; barely having the courtesy to assist a young mutant far from the comforts of what was once his home.

“Ma’am… can you…” The woman walked past him like he wasn’t even there.
“Excuse me….Sir...” Lennox was left standing like an idiot tourist, with his map in hand. One by one they ignored and rushed past him each one of them too busy with their own lives to pay him any mind. To say the least it was quite frustrating, and Lennox provided the growl to accent these feelings.

*Look at how they ignore you child, and this is where you expect to receive help?* He grimaced as that voice mocked him with laughter.*Yes boy these people seem quite anxious to help a miscreant like yourself…*

“Shut up, you don’t even know these people.” He whispered softly to himself. If people heard him talking to himself, it would be even harder to get someone to help him find his way.

*And neither do you boy, yet you choose them as allies instead of me? The one who healed you gave you power...*
“Shut up!” he yelled at himself gripping his right fist tightly in an effort to hush the voice in his head, only to be met with more laughter.

*Remember child without me your nothing, but a sick powerless boy. I’ll be ready to feed in a few hours, make sure you’re ready to kill. I’d hate to have to do it myself things tend to get messy…*

“I told you to shut up!!” Lennox yelled loud enough to cause a few people to stop and stare. Grabbing his belongings he ran down to avoid the staring eyes of those around him. He could feel the muscles in his right arm twitching, a reminder that his body wasn’t his own, and ultimately he really didn’t have a choice, one way or another he would kill again.

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Hours had passed by and Lennox was still where he had been since arriving, lost. With no clue of what or whom the only thing that had changed was his location. No longer stranded in the middle of a busy street looking for directions, no now he was salvaging cardboards boxes, and anything else he could imagine would help make an overnight shelter. Sure anyone of the available homeless shelters around the city would do just fine, a cozy bed, warmth and a roof, not to mention something decent to eat. That covered all basic human needs, but again Lennox had to remember he wasn’t human, he didn’t require normal food and he highly doubted any place would consider feeding on people to be acceptable.

*Camping are we?* The nameless voice in his head echoed cutting into Lennox’s thoughts.
*I see your thinking about what to have for dinner. I think we can stalk down some healthy jogger, oh or we can wait until you can’t bear the pain any longer like last time and devour the first concerned citizen we come across. I do love to watch their eyes as they expire in our hands.*
Lennox could feel the tongue in his hand pressing against the bandages as one would lick their lips before meal.

“That’s disgusting, stop licking me.” Slowly undoing the dengy white bandage the covered his palm, and most of his fore arm. “I’ll decide when and who we eat you got that?!”

*Wrong boy I decide when and who we eat, I just give you a choice because I despise watching you vomit and cry when I don’t.*

“That was one time and you killed a litter of kittens! A litter of kittens you sick freak!”

*Correction we killed kittens, and if remember you enjoyed it. MMmmm the sound of them calling for their mother as we drank from…*
“DON’T, you even try to make it seem like I had a choice! This whole thing is your fault! My family my life I lost it all because of you!”

*The only thing I cost you child was your father, and drinking down ape blood four times a day. I think you owe me thanks.*

“Go to Hell!” Lennox retorted before slamming his hand into the closest brick wall. Immediately he felt the pain of a bad idea resonating through his bloody hand. He attempted to move his fingers, but they wouldn’t.

*Hahaha, that was truly funny, now that you’ve got that out of the way shall we find something to eat*

It was as if on cue, a young male jogger dressed in university sweat pants and t-shirt strolled into the alleyway. His eyes met Lennox’s then went to his bleeding hand, and the bandage at his feet.

“Oh man, dude that looks pretty bad, want me to wrap it for you?”

Swallowing hard Lennox approached the jogger with his bloody hand out. “Yeah that would be great thanks…”
Before the jogger realized Lennox had a hold of his neck, the fanged mutation in his hand slowly draining the blood from his body.
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(Forty-five minutes later)
*Your pathetic…*
Lennox ignored the voice as he continued to vomit the overflow of blood into a nearby garbage can.

“Go to hell…”