The X-men run missions and work together with the NYPD, striving to maintain a peaceful balance between humans and mutants. When it comes to a fight, they won't back down from protecting those who need their help.
Haven presents itself as a humanitarian organization for activists, leaders, and high society, yet mutants are the secret leaders working to protect and serve their kind. Behind the scenes they bring their goals into reality.
From the time when mutants became known to the world, SUPER was founded as a black-ops division of the CIA in an attempt to classify, observe, and learn more about this new and rising threat.
The Syndicate works to help bring mutantkind to the forefront of the world. They work from the shadows, a beacon of hope for mutants, but a bane to mankind. With their guiding hand, humanity will finally find extinction.
Since the existence of mutants was first revealed in the nineties, the world has become a changed place. Whether they're genetic misfits or the next stage in humanity's evolution, there's no denying their growing numbers, especially in hubs like New York City. The NYPD has a division devoted to mutant related crimes. Super-powered vigilantes help to maintain the peace. Those who style themselves as Homo Superior work to tear society apart for rebuilding in their own image.
MRO is an intermediate to advanced writing level original character, original plot X-Men RPG. We've been open and active since October of 2005. You can play as a mutant, human, or Adapted— one of the rare humans who nullify mutant powers by their very existence. Goodies, baddies, and neutrals are all welcome.
Short Term Plots:Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
The Fountain of Youth
A chemical serum has been released that's shaving a few years off of the population. In some cases, found to be temporary, and in others...?
MRO MOVES WITH CURRENT TIME: What month and year it is now in real life, it's the same for MRO, too.
Fuegogrande: "Fuegogrande" player of The Ranger, Ion, Rhia, and Null
Neopolitan: "Aly" player of Rebecca Grey, Stephanie Graves, Marisol Cervantes, Vanessa Bookman, Chrysanthemum Van Hart, Sabine Sang, Eupraxia
Ongoing Plots
Magic and Mystics
After the events of the 2020 Harvest Moon and the following Winter Solstice, magic has started manifesting in the MROvere! With the efforts of the Welldrinker Cult, people are being converted into Mystics, a species of people genetically disposed to be great conduits for magical energy.
The Pharoah Dynasty
An ancient sorceress is on a quest to bring her long-lost warrior-king to the modern era in a bid for global domination. Can the heroes of the modern world stop her before all is lost?
Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
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Evelyn believed Sylar showed better control of himself during that encounter, though Sylar felt his inexperience with channeling his animal instincts wasn't very good yet, at first he still holds back, afraid to let go and that's why he couldn't end that fight sooner. "It's...difficult, but I've been told to accept that part of me that I'm afraid of, to channel it outward instead of repressing it. Sometimes I can stay in control, like riding a wild animal." Sylar explained as he leaned against the wall.
Evelyn brought up their first encounter, a sad point in Sylar's history. Thinking about eating your friend was not a good way to keep friends, but Evelyn had figured a way to wrangle Sylar's human mind back to the surface that night, saving herself. Sylar's words seemed to resonated with something in Evelyn though, the girl went unusually quiet for a moment. Here he was talking to much, and her too little, when did they change places in the world? Sylar laughed a bit internally but continued to talk with his friend.
Evelyn's mutation was leagues different than Sylar's, but in the end they were both people with a unnatural abilities. It took time and effort to learn how to manipulate that power properly. For Sylar it was the strength and ferocity of an animal trapped in a boy's body, and learning how to guide the instincts behind them to control it. Evelyn's power...was more subtle but also more complex, the girl had some kind of super intelligence or intuition, alot more thinking involved. Sylar spoke softly "We're both mutants, I"m a lot showier than you maybe, but we both have some crazy power. Just takes time and practice I guess." Sylar felt better about his inner monster lately, like it was finally taking some of his orders instead of constantly prodding him towards destructive tendencies.
The doctor returned and goaded the boy to consider leaving. Sylar nodded, slightly uncomfortable showing his face to the doc he'd only met once before. "Probably a good idea...sorry about tonight, I'm a lot of trouble to keep being brought back here." Sylar's tail began to sway behind him a bit as he stood up from the wall and moved towards the door passing the Doctor. He stopped though and spoke once more to Evelyn. "I probably shouldn't stay on the grounds much longer, I'm more trouble than the Mansion needs." Sylar sadly wasn't a mutant who just needed a home, his lifestyle meant walking the edge much more than Evelyn was struggling with, Sylar spent more time on the wrong side than anyone here at the Mansion.
After all, if Evelyn knew what else his new boss Roach was teaching him, she might question their friendship much more than ever before, or over something as trivial as physical danger.
Evelyn made a statement about her curiosity, stating that trouble followed to which Sylar replied bluntly. "Didn't curiosity kill the cat too?" Though he was riding high on the endorphin's released by not dying, Sylar slowly settled back into his usual pattern. Though he was friendly with Evelyn, he was still that odd boy who didn't quite fit in this civilized backdrop. Evelyn seemed trouble as the Doctor left, as if what she'd been meaning to say had been held back and was coming out just now.
Whatever had been bugging Evelyn, she'd picked an odd friend to turn to Sylar thought. "Well it's more like he found me. He's like me too, he's a giant bug actually. He had to deal with the same...instinct issues I have, he's teaching me to control it." Sylar looked at his claws for a moment, those odd shapes that to his vision looked as human as Evelyn's hands did, but he knew better. He knew the black monster that had devoured his once human hands, but after meeting Roach and Bennu, after learning to accept what he was, these alien hands felt alot more natural. "Being assaulted didn't stop you last time, I doubt it'd ever stop you." He said jokingly, though Evelyn always seemed to be in trouble, she always found a way out. The girl was absurdly clever.
So Evelyn was an X-man now? What exactly was an X-man? Sylar had heard the term but never really figured out what or who they were. Must be some kind of responsibility though, if they had the girl questioning ethics and morals like this. Sylar didn't really get how some people still clung to old human feelings. Mutant life was very different to normal life, and that meant a different interpretation of the world, including what's right and wrong. At least that's how Sylar felt after spending a few years living on his own and moving in with a couple of nut jobs like Roach and Megan. "It's not like we're normal people any more Evelyn, there's more to good and evil than just two sides. At least that's how I feel. I mean killing a mutant isn't something I want to do, ever. But if the choice was that...thing and you? I'm pretty sure I made the right choice."
She claimed Sylar was good at being himself, a statement which kind of sounded confusing? What else could Sylar be? It's funny actually, a few months ago and Sylar was trying to be someone else, a restrained leashed creature hiding from the world. And now he was ok with that beast, learning to control it instead of hiding. Perhaps his new acceptance could help his friend to deal with her own demons. "Should I be anything besides myself?" He said with a bit of a chuckle. "I tried hiding from this..." He said showing off his hands. "But I can't get away from it, and that's ok. And you Evelyn, are cursed with more intelligence and intuition than I'd ever hope for. Maybe you just understand good and bad better than the rest of us. The humans see black and white, and these X-men whatever they are, maybe they can't see it all either. You just see more than the rest of us Evelyn, I imagine it's hard to sort it all out."
Sylar did his best to play the part of a friend, and give what advice he could. Sylar didn't see the world in black and white, there was more to things than just the surface. Was it wrong to steal? Sure, was it wrong to steal to stay alive? No, that was justified. Sylar killed another mutant tonight to save his friend, that was justified too.
Sylar didn't know to much about this Doctor they had at he Mansion, but he must be amazing to have dealt with both Sylar and Evelyn's injuries so well. Sylar still felt sore, like he'd worked out way too much or something, but everything else was pretty good. He was sturdier than most, but even he knew he'd been beaten up bad tonight. That other creature had been like Sylar's inner beast let free, no mercy or control, just hunger and violence. It was eerie but also it felt kind of good to know he could still beat the beast.
Evelyn mentioned something about being a trainee, for what? Sylar didn't know, but he could always ask in a bit. His smile stuck for a bit, an odd behavior for the monster boy. "You do certainly have a knack for getting into trouble Sherlock. You're lucky I was in the area at all you know." He said, giving a clue that he'd vacated his previous home or at least abandoned that junction. Sylar couldn't read facial expressions through his blindness sadly, which meant missing on cues others might see, though he couldn't see them, he still felt Evelyn was a little different than the last time he'd met her. Though to be fair, he was too. After moving in with Roach, and being trained on how to better manage his inner beast and cravings Sylar started feeling more confident, and a bit more friendly though he was still as awkward and dense as ever.
She asked if he'd be alright in return, and he shrugged. "Sure, I know my way around the Mansion enough to get out. And to be honest, I actually moved above ground recently." Sylar hadn't really been able to talk with any of his few friends since he'd gotten a job and room mates, and well the semblance of a more normal life. "I uh...Well I kind of found a job, and I get paid with room and board. I even get fresh clothes..." Sylar realized his current outfit was probably utterly ruined after that titanic brawl with the Alien, and he sighed. "I"m sure they look terrible now, but this was actually brand new when my Boss got it for me." He ran his claw back atop his head, brushing his hair back and away from his face.
Actually now that they had a moment to talk, he might as well ask. "Were you looking for me down in the junction? I thought you learned your lesson last time, I swear you're a walking disaster Evelyn." His tone wasn't as harsh as it was normally, and he even laughed a bit. The relief of himself and Evelyn not being dead must be getting too him, Sylar was showing far too much of his inner human than he was used to doing.
Sylar felt relieved as Evelyn stirred and eventually got up, even if she was a bit wobbly. As long as she was alive, he hadn't failed in protecting her, and saving a friend. Though he wished they both hadn't been beaten to a bloody pulp. However he wasn't sure what she intended to do by leaving the room to speak to the police. She couldn't detective her way out of Sylar being caught or having to fight his way out could she?
However as his ears picked up on the conversation as it went, he smiled just a bit. He never imagined he'd be happy he stumbled onto that little girl some time ago, but apperently good karma did eventually pay you back. "Clever girl" he thought as she twisted one good deed from his past into a get out of jail free card for tonight. Sylar remained quiet as Evelyn's words continued before finally the officers left the area and the girl returned to the room, drained again as more stress was piled atop her shoulders. Sylar looked at the girl as she sat down to rest in a chair. And a rare moment follow as Sylar smiled at her, an entirely human gesture for the monstrous teenager.
"And they say I'm scary." He stated jokingly. Sylar would be sure not to try and argue with the girl in the future, because clearly she was far better with words than he could hope to be. "I can't believe they bought that and let me go." Sylar was truly surprised his one good deed could save him with how he looked and the amount of damage he caused not just tonight, but over three years as he lived in the sewers as a street criminal.
Hopefully sticking her neck out for Sylar wouldn't come back to bite her in the future, after all Sylar had very few connections with anyone save Roach and his side of the Mutant life. He'd have to tell him they owed a favor to Evelyn at some point, Roach was weird about settling scores sometimes. "You alright Evelyn? Sticking up for me might not do much good ya know." He thought aloud, she lived here at the Mansion after all, these were the good mutant kids and adults, best to not get too mixed up with someone who was a wanted criminal and half the time thought about eating people.
Sylar sat on a table, his mind blank as his body was restructure and repaired. As the pain subsided and his body began to work properly again it didn't take long for the boy to regain consciousness. He wasn't aware how much time had passed, usually an injury took days or weeks to heal without a doctor, so perhaps he'd been asleep that long? Sylar quickly sat up on the table, his mind frantic as he tried to piece together what had happened and where he was. He turned to the doctor and with a hiss and a grab of his claws demanded to know who he was, to be replied to by a calm voice and a familiar scent.
This was a doctor's office, one he recognized. But he never went to any doctor...except the time Serena had him stop by to have his bruises checked out. The Mansion? He was at the Mansion and this was their doctor's office. "Er Sorry, head's still a bit jumbled." He apologized as he placed the claw he'd grabbed at the doctor with atop his head, rubbing it. Most of the pain was gone, but he still felt really out of it. Wait, where was Evelyn? He turned quickly to see the girl on a different table, still passed out. She must have managed to bring them both here, strong girl it seemed. Trouble though.
"What happened? I remember the fight but not what came later." Sylar mumbled to himself, as the doctor worked on Evelyn. Sylar's question were cut a bit short though, as he heard some other sounds outside the room. If people were waiting outside they were either curious about the injuries, or interested in the injured people. The doctor answered the obvious new question on Sylar's face. Police, crap this wasn't good. He was stuck in an office in the bowels of the Mansion with two cops waiting to snatch him as soon as he was let from the room. This wasn't a good scenario, if he'd been anywhere else in New York he could just thrash the cops and make a run for it, but if he did that here he'd end up bringing some trouble down on the Mansion.
Sylar continued checking himself out, confirming that each injury he'd gotten was basically fixed, saved for some mild pain and discomfort. Suddenly a knock at the door, the police man was speaking. "Hey, how longs this going to take?" Sylar remained quiet while the doctor told them to be patient. At least the Mansion still had good people he could count on, even if he was nothing but trouble at this point.
Sylar's body was totally drained, he'd used everything he had and more to function at this level. A true mutant fight was far different than just being agile or evasive, the power he had exerted here, was frightening. If Sylar could do this fighting something, imagine what he could do if he was simply mad at the world? Either way the boy was barely conscious at this point, hearing a soft murmur in the distance...was it Evelyn? He could feel movement, he was being dragged it seemed. Probably away from the destruction and fire.
The movement stopped, and Sylar could sense the open air of the surface, people were above him. This was bad, he could barely think let alone escape, and now the normals had found him. Frankenstein's monster found by the angry mob, he knew how that went. Sylar could hear the words, but they were jumbled in his thoughts, unable to process them. The word monster was the only one he recognized, a familiar term that had been applied to him with hate, disgust, and sometimes even with reference. However he could hear Evelyn's tone, she was frantic and in pain, his fault for not going all out from the start. He would owe her an apology after he could move again.
As Sylar was strapped into a gurney and set inside an ambulance, one of the officers finally realized something. He'd heard about the monster of New York, a creature everybody saw sometimes, reported many times, but had never been caught. He whispered to another officer "Isn't that it? That's the Boogeyman everybody talks about." The two officers discussed the sewer boy, and his connections to a massive string of break ins going back a few years recently. The cop who had recognized Sylar approached the ambulance to discuss it with the driver. "That monster could be the serial burglar that's been plaguing general stores for the past few years, We're going to send a cruiser with you. That Mansion has ties with a lot of people, including the department but if they're harboring a wanted criminal there's going to be some serious issues we need to discuss. Don't let it out of your sight till the backup arrives." The driver nodded, before heading off to the Mansion.
Meanwhile inside the ambulance the EMT tried his best to check out Sylar, but the boy's mutation made certain things tricky. Parts of his body were encased with some kind of carapace, his eyes were infected with some kind of black growth, and his muscles felt like they'd been transplanted from a thoroughbred race horse, just what the heck was this kid? As he tried to examine Sylar the boy finally stirred.
He could barely move, but he hissed at the men in the ambulance, he knew how weak he was now, but he had to try and keep them away. Humans were dangerous only when they knew you were weak, he had to get away, find somewhere to sleep and recover. But the boy was still far too drained, and could only muster a question. "The girl...still alive?" He mumbled before passing out once more.
Sylar stirred from the ground, standing and trying to regain his composure. His body hurt more than it had ever before, he could feel the stress and injury all the way down to his bones. This would take days, maybe weeks to totally recover from. But he didn't have time to rest just yet, had to get away, had to make sure Evelyn had survived. He turned to what had once been his home, the entire structure was in ruins, the ceiling had caved in and rubble littered the area. The exploding vehicle had caught multiple areas on fire, and the heat and misery in the are was palpable. He felt the armored flesh on his body begin to crack, for whatever reason his flesh really disliked fire. He was risking serious possibly permanent injury if he stayed here much longer.
However his senses told him what he wanted to hear the least...it wasn't done yet, the winner hadn't been decided. He could just barely smell it, the smell of fire and destruction was nauseating, filling his nose with almost no room for anything else, but that putrid reptilian scent still lingered. He had to finish it, he had to kill it. Sylar stumbled forward, climbing back over the rubble and into the hell zone that had replaced his home. His flesh screamed as the heat washed over him again, his armor cracking again as the flesh beneath began to feel the pain of injury. As long as he didn't catch on fire he could make it!
The creature meanwhile lurched forward at about the same pace. It's body was beaten, bruised, and burned but it still drew breath. It followed after Evelyn into the tunnel, barely able to stand let alone fight. It's tortured growl echoed into the still standing tunnel. It looked down at Evelyn, trying to muster what anger and fury it had left into a blow to strike the girl.
It's claws reached forward to grab at her, and the beast mumbled. "Me...kill...you!" In garbled English before a flash of action ended the fight finally. Sylar had used his last bit of energy, his last breath to reach them, his flesh crispy and dry, his armor cracked and bleeding, his blood boiled, but he had made it through. The alien's chest ruptured as the bladed spine of Sylar's tail erupted through his chest, like some kind of alien parasite freed from it's prison. Blood splattered out, spraying over the stone and Evenlyn sadly. The creature wheezed out it's last conscious breath as it fell to it's knees and clasped at it's chest before falling forward to reveal Sylar, the Boogeyman standing victorious but at great cost.
"Case closed." The boy mumbled before falling flat on his face from exhaustion and pain.
As pain and exhaustion set in, Sylar's tunnel vision failed to dissipate, his focus entirely on the creature beneath him. He could sense it's exhaustion, smell the blood trickling from various wounds, smell the lethargy on it's breath. It couldn't hold out much longer before it's strength failed, and it's strength had to fail before his. Sylar failed to care about that car, or the people inside, his heart too clouded for mercy. But Evelyn managed to save them, and called out to the boy trying to save him. Normally he'd easily be able to see the heat of fire and smell the gasoline in the air, but all he could do was raise his arms as he prepared to pummel the alien's head in, and turn it to mush.
She called his name into the chaos, again and again. She was warning him, that if he stayed here to kill this monster, he could die as well. Sylar froze for a moment, holding his fists in the air, feeling the pain as he clenched too tightly, his own claws digging into the flesh. Sylar moved from the downed creature and turned to look in the direction Evelyn was calling from. He could barely see her, the fiery haze of the car before him made it hard to focus. He couldn't make it to her past that car before it blew, he had to move to the other end of the room, double back through the tunnels and meet up with her. "I'll meet up with you!" He called loudly, his words barely understandable as he began to hobble away from the wreckage, going towards the other end of the destroyed junction.
Sylar didn't quite make it out of the room though as time seemed to stop for a moment. He could sense the explosion before it happened, and knew he wasn't going to get away unscathed. He brought his hands up to shield his face as time began to move again, after an Earth shattering kaboom! The car popped like a grenade, sending shrapnel and heat through out the room, the force hit Sylar square in the back and propelled him forward a few feet, smashing into the ground but landing in the opposing tunnel. His ears rang, his vision blurred, and his entire body felt like it was about to fall apart, but he wasn't dead.
Sylar was out of the picture, and the room was beyond all salvage as the rest of the ceiling began to cave in, everything turning into a flaming pile of rubble. Though Sylar wasn't dead, he was out of sight, his body laying on the ground in the other tunnel, while the other creature began to stir.
The alien rose from the ground, it's flesh burned and battered, the wounds on it's body sealed shut by the heat of the explosion. It stumbled forward towards Evelyn, barely able to maintain consciousness, but still intent to hurt someone, something before it passed from this world to the next.
Sylar continued tugging at his tail, feeling the pain as he tried to free it from beneath the rock. If he kept this up, he'd tear his own tail off, he had to move the rock. He tried lifting the heavy stone, and struggled. It wasn't just the stone, but the other bits of debris as well, he had to really lift. He strained and the rock budged, finally lifting for him to pull his tail free, though it throbbed intensely with pain. As the rock he was lifting dropped, others fell atop him, trapping him beneath a pile of stone.
He was losing...seriously? How could he lose in his own home? How could he die here, and let some other creature make him look weak? No more! This ends now! He told himself deep in his gut, and the monster seemed to agree. Sylar roared as he lifted upward, stone and brick flying off his body as he freed himself. He turned and saw the source of the chaos, the ceiling of his old home had given, and a car had even made it down here, trapping the beast as it tried to pry itself free as Sylar had just done. Sylar turned and began walking towards the creature, and possibly Evelyn. He could smell her, the blood and sweat upon her flesh, she was hurting too.
His stomach started to rouse, as if the injury of his friend meant it was time to cut the loss and eat her. No...not yet, focus the hunger into violence, hurt that guy, save her, come on Sylar you weren't mindless. He grit his teeth, feeling more blood escape past his fangs, his own. He could win this still, channel it all into that creature and nothing could stand before Sylar. He wasn't just a sewer monster, he was the alpha predator, the Boogeyman. He was the top of the food chain!
Sylar jumped, his battered and bruised body groaning as he gave it further command. Landing atop the car's hood, flames and sparks around him, his vision was clouded, but he could still focus on one shape, that of his opponent. The Predator glared down toward the Alien. "I told you...Don't...IGNORE...ME!" Sylar howled as he began clawing at the creature's face, his razor tipped fingers rending the creature's face into a mess, blood gushing forward as it rallied the last of it's power to thrust it's claws forward, freeing itself from the car as the vehicle and it's trapped inhabitant were flipped aside, Sylar trying to jump off, but hitting the ground with a poorly coordinated roll.
The creature grasped it's own face, groaning in pain from the fresh gashes given to it. Sylar stood, his knees buckling as he was running on rage and fumes of energy. Sylar could hear the muffled groans and yells of the human trapped inside the car, smell the pain and injury fresh on Evelyn's body. But his blind eyes saw only one shape, the form of this creature as he murdered it. Sylar forced his body to move once more as he moved forward and tackled the brute once more, knocking it down and sitting atop it. He was going to tear this creature to bits, piece by piece. Beat it to death, and then eat it's heart! This was his home, his lair, and he'd give it to no man! The Predator lost to no one!
The monster's exchanged blows, each hitting with all the subtlety of a speeding car, fits pounding into hardened flesh, muscle, and bone, trying to destroy the other predator and claim the spoils. However Sylar wasn't a slouch, and was just as ferocious as this mindless brute. Sylar could feel bruises forming on his skin, taste the blood escaping his mouth, and feel the uncomfortable pang of things inside his chest that were starting to break. Do or die he thought, keep doing, and this monster will die was all he could process.
The creature charged into Sylar, using it's larger weight and height to force him back, slamming into the wall. This sent a crack up towards the ceiling, finally giving way. Stones fell around them, each monster having to pause to deal with the sudden collapse of their arena. Sylar felt a shock of pain as a stone dropped right onto his tail, pinning it down to the ground. His balance and thoughts thrown off by the pain, the brute delivered another solid blow to the boy, putting him down to a knee. He spit up blood and glared at the alien, the creature covered in bleeding scratches, torn flesh, and smelling of rage.
Sylar didn't speak, but his mind flared with anger and rage as the stone put him in a losing position. He stood and took a ferocious pose, his claws held out and ready to brawl, but the creature knew he was trapped for the moment. It turned to lumber off towards Evelyn again, but as it walked, it picked up another large stone, what could only be it's version of a grin on it's face as it tossed the tone upwards and finished caving in more parts of the ceiling, heavy stones falling down around Sylar as he was trapped at the epicenter of the cave in. The boy tugged at his tail, unable to free it, before turning to try and life the large hunk of brick.
The creature focused on Evelyn, feeling sure it had felled the previous king of the sewers, the junction falling to pieces as light from above and pieces of the over world began to fall into Sylar's destroyed home.
The creature flexed it's muscles and took a deep breath. "I win. You lose." The creature murmered in broken English as it picked up some speed and charged towards Evelyn for the next round.
Sylar sat on his back for a moment, trying to catc his breath. This wasn't chasing down a girl, or beating up a few thugs, this was a real fight, a brawl between super powered monsters. He was still too restrained, too afraid of what he was. He was always afraid his inner monster would kill somebody who didn't deserve, and now not unleashing the monster would kill somebody he actually liked. No more, Roach told him to stop fighting it, to stop denying himself. Sylar thought all his tests and outings were just gimmicks, but in the end, Sylar needed to accept himself and use it, now!
Sylar stood up and turned, watching the monster attack Evelyn. She was a mutant too, but her body was human, she had no place in this fight. Let go, give in, be the Predator. Sylar roared loudly, a new sound like some starving beast tearing free of it's confines. He dashed forward and jumped onto the Alien's back, wrapping his arms around it's neck and grasping at it's shoulder, his feet tore into it's back, finding a hold within it's flesh. Then the boy bit down, deep into the creature's neck, the force behind his actions growing as bloodlust took over.
This time the monster howled in pain and backed away from Evelyn, it's claws distracted with trying to remove the sewer boy from it's back. Sylar's claws dug deep into it's shoulder flesh and back, fresh blood beginning to trickle around his claws. The warmth, the feeling, this was the hunt, this was a fight! The creature continued grasping and clawing at Sylar, trying to remove him before he could inflict more pain upon it. Finally the beast turned and ran backwards into a stone wall, slamming Sylar repeatedly into the shattering stone, finally loosening him from the alien as he got stuck into the stone.
He cursed under his breath, his voice turning more and more feral now, as the creature punched him repeatedly, trying to knock him out as he was trapped against the wall. Sylar could taste blood in his own mouth now, before he struck back, kicking the creature with both of his feet and sending it sprawling backwards as he freed himself from the brick. Dirt and debris were falling in small chunks both from the wall and the ceiling above but Sylar noticed none of it, all he saw was the enemy, the prey, and the need to kill drove him forward.
"I'll freaking murder you!" Sylar hissed as he ran forward, back into the breath and began to brawl with the creature once more. This fight was going to bring the entire junction down atop them at this rate, the old bricks already decepit, and now taking far more force than anyone expected them too.
Sylar knew what it was like, to be controlled by your hunger. A predator hated a fight it could lose, better to finish off the weak and retreat with your meal. This new sewer monster was just like Sylar, only if the boy had caved into his desires long ago. It was a brute with little strategy beyond smashing Evelyn into a heap of meat to eat. Sylar had no intention of letting his friend perish...or did he like being ignored. "Don't ignore me monster!" Sylar lurched forward, clasping his claws together into a hammer fist as he bashed the creature's exposed mid drift.
The creature would regret ignoring Sylar, as the boy's hands connected with it's flesh, and like a pick up truck smashed into the creatures body and sent it rolling backward, toppling atop itself before splashing into the water in a heap. Sylar was smaller than the new creature, but his strength was far greater than he let on. Like a raging grizzly bear, or maybe bears all trapped in one boys body, he was a force of nature. He stepped forward, Evelyn behind him. If he was going to beat another monster, he had to let his out. This creature was just as strong as him, just as fierce. The question was, when the dust settled, would the monster standing still want to let Evelyn go? Sylar took a deep breath and let free his own roar, an alien hiss oozing with malice. The creature stood up, startled by Sylar's blow, and knowing it had to fight if it wanted the girl. Sylar spoke one sentence, his tone that of the boy beneath the armor.
"Don't die Sherlock." The words were simple and short, a sign that he still remembered Evelyn, and saw the girl as at least an acquaintance, if not a friend.
Sylar ran forward, his timing matching the other creature. They slammed into one another like two bears competing for a meal. The boy and the monster's claws met, grappling, trying to win a show of strength. They growled and hissed, neither able to overpower the other easily. Suddenly punches began to trade, the creature pummeling Sylar's smaller form as the boy lashed out with claws, cutting at the creatures belly, but barely making it past the outer flesh. Finally the creature struck Sylar across his face, staggering him.
"Crap..." The word escaped from his mouth as the creature followed up by grabbing him form and lifting him into the air, then slamming him into the floor with a bone crushing thud. The wind escaped Sylar's lungs for a moment, he'd always been the stronger opponent, meeting a creature that could match him had left him confused, and now he was feeling actual pain.
This was a fight they could lose, this was do or die. The boy lurched, trying to recover, while the creature having won the first skirmish turned to Evelyn again, stomping forward towards her ready to take another try at killing the girl.
The Alien had begun it's assault, slashing and pummeling it's fist at Evelyn as she stumbled into it. It's claws caught on her defensive implement as it tried to murder the girl. The creature was growling, and hissing as it attacked her, and only one real word could be gleaned from it's garbled noises, "Meat!" It shouted as it pressed it's attack against the girl. Slashing claws, haymakers, smashing, the beast was indiscriminate as it tried to pummel Evelyn into submission. She was holding it back with her weapons, barely, as the creature finally broke flesh and released the scent of her blood into the air.
Meanwhile, down the tunnel speeding towards the fight was Sylar. The boy was clad in some new clothes, which would sadly get utterly destroyed in the coming events. That iron smell began to permeate the air, and his nose picked up on just a hint of it. That meant blood had just hit the air, time to book it. The boy pounded his limbs into the ground, reaching thirty miles per hour as he raced right towards Evelyn. The creature brought it's arms up, clasping it's fingers together into a hammer as it planned the smash her defenses. It's arms raised high into the air, the beast easily seven foot tall. However as it began to drop it's blow the boy screamed into the darkness. "Duck!"
Sylar sped right up till he was almost atop Evelyn before jumping forward, his claws propelling him forward by tearing the stone asunder beneath them, the boy's body flying above the girl's head and under the beast's arms, his body colliding with it and knocking it back into the junction. They both rolled onto the floor, the alien's growls against Sylar's hiss as they tumbled and tried to fight one another. Finally the creature grabbed the boy and tossed him off, Sylar flying back towards the tunnel, but missing it by a bit and smashing solidly into the stone, a rather loud thud echoing into the distance.
Sylar coughed up the air in his lungs, that had hurt. Whatever this other creature was, it was nearly as strong as Sylar, maybe even more so. He mumbled as he stood up from the blow. "Cavalry's...here..." He wheezed out before turning his attention back to the creature, who was itself standing again and glaring at Sylar and Evelyn. Hope you got a good seat, cause it was time for a monster fight.
Kaitlyn seemed a bit jittery all the sudden, maybe she was finally dealing with the danger of the situation in her head. He shrugged a bit, before turning to walk down the all back towards the bedroom so he could leave through the window. He stopped at the edge of the hallway. "Sure, probably the best thing for you to do. I'll do the same." A good day's rest would be good at all of the shenanigans he just went through with the girl, though it was far more dangerous than he liked dealing with, meeting a mutant for the first time never failed to be an experience. "Well it's been fun I guess, except for the possibly dying part. Thanks for the meal and the chat...careful on your way home." The tone of his voice made his words a little more sinister than he meant, but in the end it had been an interesting night for the sewer monster of Manhattan.
With that Sylar turned and entered the bedroom to exit through the window, his trip home would be pretty easier, just a hop down the nearest manhole and he was off the grid and on a straight way to home.
Nothing in nature was ever wasted, nor abandoned. And those this dingy sewer junction wasn't natural in any sense of the world, it had been the habitat for the previous ruler of New York's sewer systems, but now it had laid abandoned for a few weeks...and a new resident had begun to annex the forgotten kingdom. A certain girl would be unaware of that though, leading to a monstrous event.
Though Sylar hadn't been down here very much in the past few weeks, namely cause of his new career with Roach, if you could call it such. However tonight he had been using the tunnel ways to make his way back towards Roach's building complex. He had stopped by a few of his old lairs as well, picking up a few things as he moved. His being down here this night, coupled with Evelyn's choice to come looking for him was going to lead to some serious conflict. And this was mostly because the new resident down here was far more easily agitated than Sylar...and lacked even the boy's limited restraint.
Sylar was a few blocks from his old main lair, collecting some old clothes he liked, mostly some good shirts and a comfy hoodie. He'd not seen the reptilian creature that had replaced him as the top of the food chain, but the boy recognized some new scents while he was down here. "Weird, to feel home sick about this place. I really am a sewer monster." He said, smiling to himself alone in the dark. His smile was broken though, when he heard a sound in the distance. A scream? It wasn't from above ground, no it was from down here in the tunnels. What was anyone or anything doing down here, let alone a woman. Wait...that sound, the voice? It'd been some time, maybe even a month or so since he'd heard that voice, but he was pretty sure he knew who it was.
He turned to move towards that location, however while Sylar was responding to the event, another person had to experience it first. Clinging to the ceiling of Sylar's old junction sleeping was a large reptilian humanoid, a feral mutant who had to hide to survive. The creature had similar tastes to the previous lord of the sewers, taking up residence in his old stomping grounds just in time to catch a certain detective off guard. As the girl neared the lair, the creature would descend slowly from the ceiling, before dropping down to the ground with a splash as he hit the shallow water pooled in the room. A brutish creature, his skin was scaly and green, rippling with the muscles beneath that powered his rage. A face like some kind of crab monster, with nasty dreadlocks hanging from the back, flailing as it roared at her. All of this behind his raised pair of razor sharp claws.
And this monster would turning all of it's fury right at Evelyn as she stumbled into what was once a safe...sort of safe place.
