08-04-2019, 09:54 PM
[align=center][div style="text-align:justify;width:55%;font-family:verdana;"]Ironically, this was the first and only time Red thought he had something in common with the lion.
He's screaming, this bellowing roar tearing through the empty paths that wove through town. There's a cry for a medic, and in a heart-stopping rush of adrenaline Red thinks of Arrow, strung out and bloody on the street. And then the thinks of the Pitt, the struggle Sam left behind, and the thought of losing yet another to the unending struggle with death and misfortune sets Red alight. Be it with death or the Pitt, he wasn't going to let another member go without a fight.
Blood is smeared across the porch of Worm's house, that is the first thing he recognizes. It's bright, a smudge on the stairs and a stain in the dirt that tracks behind the lion's paws. It's what is growing out of his back that is unfamiliar. He imagines angels, briefly, the kind he'd heard in the more naive tales of his childhood: fluffy wings, a gentle face, a blessed hand. Frankly, real angels didn't quite match that description. Wormwood didn't look so great, either.
"I think you're okay now." Wormwood appears weak, but the worst of the ordeal appeared to be over. Red holds out an arm to offer him some balance, looking sympathetic. He kept his own mutations as hidden as possible - which wasn't possible, considering he was bright red and born with massive, curved horns extending from his temples. But, at the very least, the stumps left over on his forehead made him feel somewhat adjacent to normal. "Welcome to the club, I guess. You should probably clean yourself up and get those looked at."
Another pause. "Is this the only mutation you're aware of? The only power? 'Cause yeah - I'd figure a ten-second growth spurt would hurt if you weren't born with it."
He's screaming, this bellowing roar tearing through the empty paths that wove through town. There's a cry for a medic, and in a heart-stopping rush of adrenaline Red thinks of Arrow, strung out and bloody on the street. And then the thinks of the Pitt, the struggle Sam left behind, and the thought of losing yet another to the unending struggle with death and misfortune sets Red alight. Be it with death or the Pitt, he wasn't going to let another member go without a fight.
Blood is smeared across the porch of Worm's house, that is the first thing he recognizes. It's bright, a smudge on the stairs and a stain in the dirt that tracks behind the lion's paws. It's what is growing out of his back that is unfamiliar. He imagines angels, briefly, the kind he'd heard in the more naive tales of his childhood: fluffy wings, a gentle face, a blessed hand. Frankly, real angels didn't quite match that description. Wormwood didn't look so great, either.
"I think you're okay now." Wormwood appears weak, but the worst of the ordeal appeared to be over. Red holds out an arm to offer him some balance, looking sympathetic. He kept his own mutations as hidden as possible - which wasn't possible, considering he was bright red and born with massive, curved horns extending from his temples. But, at the very least, the stumps left over on his forehead made him feel somewhat adjacent to normal. "Welcome to the club, I guess. You should probably clean yourself up and get those looked at."
Another pause. "Is this the only mutation you're aware of? The only power? 'Cause yeah - I'd figure a ten-second growth spurt would hurt if you weren't born with it."
[div style="text-align:center;font-size:10pt;line-height:9pt;color:black;font-weight:bold;font-family:verdana;"]IF YOUR FORTRESS IS UNDER SIEGE,
YOU CAN ALWAYS RUN TO ME
YOU CAN ALWAYS RUN TO ME