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The walk was nice. Drew had rode the bus at least part of the way to save a bit of walking. It had been unfortunately crowded so to be out in the relatively fresh air was good. Relative being the key word because in a city you took what you could get. Sebastian's dismissal of his thanks was irksome.

At least until he brought up the reason why Drew had been bleeding out.

"Are we friends? Yeah sort of I guess. We're we friends when he attempted to gut me? No."

Drew suppressed a sigh and slouched a little as he walked.

"Truthfully, I started the fight but he over reacted to something and that led to the stabbing."

Deciding whether to tell the man what Calley over reacted to was difficult. On one hand Sebastian already knew about his ability but Drew wasn't sure he'd ever tell the man that he was capable of revoking a promise made to him. If he did and Sebastian knew about it then there was Drew caught in a lie. He didn't know how Sebastian would handle something like that. On the other hand Drew wore his promise tats openly these days so the man could always put two and two together on his own. Surely he'd seen the tattoo around Calley's neck by now.

It had been far longer than Drew intended it to be. He'd meant to come back fairly quickly after the incident to deliver thanks that weren't tainted by the presence of a cat man. Other things and people had stolen his time and he'd quickly forgotten about it. Until now anyway. It hadn't been hard to find the place again. Not that he really remembered how to get there but Sebastian's church or whatever this thing was. No it turned out that the place was really popular and seemed to have a good message. Not that he believed the god business but if these folks wanted to be in a cult that seemed make them want to do good why should he stop them?

He was just here to thank the man for saving his life.

Well that and he was curious. Curious about the sort of man that Calley would report to. Curious about the rumors out of the church that said he could make people immortal. Curious how a healing mutant got himself turned into a cult leader. It wasn't like anyone was worshiping DocProf. So maybe it was a bit more than just thanking the guy again for saving him. Curiosity only killed cats if you believed the old saying. As a human being, mutant, and occasional puppy dog Drew would be just fine.

Drew entered the church with a deep breath and listened attentively. There seemed to be little activity at the moment, aside from sound of his trainers hitting the floor. Aside from the things that marked it out as a church to Sebastian the place didn't look all that different from the churches he'd been to as a kid. That alone ensured his silence as he walked about. He'd been raised to be respectful in churches and the familiar setting evoked that response. The sound of a door knob turning caught his ears and Drew turned from his inspection of a pew to the source of the sound.

Good news everyone! As of last night I have power again. No internet yet but we have power.

And now we have internets again! Hopefully posts will be forthcoming now that I can come here on something other than a phone.

Styx was the pet name Sebastian had given him. He'd explained one day, after some cajoling, that back in Ancient Greece the gods had sworn oaths on that river and were bound to obey those oaths. It's association with Hades and thereby death only made it an even more fitting name for the Horseman of Death. When he had been given that nickname he'd thought it somewhat silly but had indulged the unicorn, given that the man was responsible for his own immortality and survival. At the time he'd put up with it simply because if the horned horse man wanted to call him something weird in exchange for eternal life and freeing him from those damnable promises to Martin then by all means he could call him Spanky for all he'd cared.

Now on the other hand, now it seemed to fit. Styx, Horseman of Death.

He'd rummaged through the rooms in the mansion. There were still some clothes and what not left. Despite the association with Death however the man didn't look for black clothes or dark clothes. Instead his new wardrobe consisted of whites and tans. A tan trench coat with a hood here. A white shirt and pants there. The combat boots, gloves, and scarf had been scavenged from the dead before he'd buried them. At the time he hadn't thought too much about it other than that they might come in handy. Now they would serve as part of his new outfit and reminders of the failures of his past. The trio of items were the only things in the outfit that weren't tan or white. The boots and gloves were black while the scarf was a dark red. Between the hood on the coat and the scarf over the lower portions of his face no one would see Andrew Leroy in Styx.

With his business at his former home concluded Styx resolved to return to Sebastian. They had a congregation to guide, aid, and protect.

After the debacle that led to the destruction of New York all Drew could think about was getting back to the Mansion. He was worried. It took longer than he liked to get away. It was nearly a full day after the blast before he managed to get away. It was rough going. There was no more quick transit. The best he managed was walking through a few miraculously undamaged subway tunnels. Eventually he came near the mansion around sunset. Being in the neighborhood again after all that death and damage was soothing. Even though he was sure that the rest of the world was swiftly meeting a similar fate as New York.

So far the only thing Drew had seen to bring him down was the sheer chaos and destruction that Kaitlyn's explosion had wrought. Oh he'd been there. He'd been planning to visit Sebastian, Calley, and the rest of the church when it went down and the world went mad shortly after. He'd spent the day between then and now helping out the congregation members that had been caught in the blast. Sure Sebastian called him Styx but that didn't mean he was all that eager for the death that that sobriquet implied. The Horseman of Death, preferred to keep people among the living. In fact it was probably his status as an immortal that had kept him alive during the end.

The reality of surviving the end didn't hit him until he saw the gates. The broken down gates sobered him more than the rest of the landscape of rubble had. This place had been his home just a few short days ago. What on earth had happened to cause this? It looked...horrible. The five minutes it took him to venture past the ruined gates didn't register in Drew's mind. All he saw was the destruction and death. One body, three bodies, ten bodies. He counted each and every one and each body was another reminder that he should be among them.

The body at the top of the stairs was the one that destroyed the composure he'd hung on to.

Maya.

The form of one of his favorite X-Men grew blurry as Drew groped for an un-ruined piece of stair railing to support himself.

The guy holding his shirt didn't seem too convinced to give it back. Less so when Drew punched him and his buddy stepped up to take his place.

"Ah-I guess that's a no then?"

Before he could pay much attention to the guy that stepped up he heard screaming from Duck! No, not Duck! Drew whirled around, heedless of where his arms went, and abandoned the 'fight' with the guys to help Duck out of the shirt.

"Now snakey g-guy ya need ta let go a that!"

On the bright side, not that Drew noticed this at all, his quick departure from the fight enabled him to actually outrun the punch that was aimed at him. Nope, Drew was more focused on helping Duck! After all she was part of Team Awesome! Teammates looked out for each other. Unfortunately drunken fumbling only made the mess with the shirt worse and Drew remembered that there were not so friendly guys around at about the same time. So with a quick "Shorry!" to Duck, Drew turned back to the two guys to fight.