The city never sleeps. Even at 3 am the hustle and bustle of New York was a loud and ever present noise. Cars honked and people shouted. The graveyard shift crew of city workers were jackhammering away at a pile of rubble with a huge industrial powrejack. Police sirens blared incondescently in the background and all of this noise did little to help Lane sleep. It was cold outside. There was literal snow on the ground. Not that he could feel it. In terms of pain and tactile touch he had very little feelings. In the ways of emotions he didn't understand many feelings. He got the basic concepts of anger and sadness, but that was about the jist of it.
Other emotions such as envy, or sympathy or anything like that was simply too complex of a concept for him to wrap his brain around. Lane sat on the ground. He His long legs stretched out before him. They had a tendency to lock up if he slept any other way but stretched out. They weren't even his legs. They belonged to some guy he found in the obituaries. 'We mourne the loss of Herbert Howerknockin, he is survived by his two kids and his cat Mitsy." Lane could read, he could read a little bit at a very low level. Lane looked up as someone passed him on the sidewalk. He was sitting up against a building. Out in the cold snow. He was tired. His muscles were strained to the point where he could barely walk.
He had no feeling in his pain receptors to tell him when he was overdoing it, so his legs just locked up. He decided to sleep here. It was as good as place as any. Up against the side of a building out in the heart of frozen New York. The someone who had passed him looked at him with horror as she saw his face. He was a handsome man, if you looked past the conventional meaning of the word handsome. His face was actually made up of three different people's faces stitched together. Three people who were now dead. They were once kind to him. He was so terrible at remembering things with his stupid stupid brain.
He wished he could remember what they looked like or even their names. Lane sat in the snow looking around. He had slept here all night. The first bits of twilight were beginning to kiss the sky with new light. He still had crusts of sleep in his eyes as he looked around. He made a face at the rude woman who gave him the nasty look. Lane grunted. He pushed himself up to his feet. He had rested he felt much better now. Lane couldn't remember his name. He remembered his sister's... Samantha.
It was the one word he could never forget. Along with the random assortment of someone else's memories he got with this new brain that was rotting to mush inside his skull. Lane was known by some at the homeless shelter as Necrosis. Everytime he passed it they called him that. He assumed it was his name, though he couldn't pronounce it. The most he could manage was "Necrox." Standing up he stretched his stiff limbs and shuffled over to the trash can to pick up his bag. Slinging it over his shoulder he walked out of the alley and onto the street. He was blinded by the bright lights of a yellow cab.
The blarring horn followed. Necrox didn't move to get out of the way he simply punched through the hood of the car. The back in skirted and went flying into the air as it stopped at a dead holt from his punch. Necrox had super human stregnth. When his old arms had atriphied and he replaced them with new ones, he didn't know it was from a mutant who had died with super stregnth. Now his arms had super strength. Necrox growled. "HIT NECROX!" He accused of the car. Necorx picked up the yellow cab and hurled it clear across the street into a storefront window.
Amber set her slender palm on the tall man’s chest, he was attractive and charming but his ego outgrew his humor and she eased into a sense of dread thinking about another night spent in his company. The cold night’s breeze touched her shoulder in a gentle graze and she had to keep herself from shivering in turn. She glanced up at Daniel, he was merely a mundane man with extraordinary charm she met taking her car in for a service. Two dates later and she wanted nothing more to do with him, albeit she appreciated the opportunity to update her wardrobe. The long dress hugged her shape almost perfectly and a daring slit tugged at her thigh.
“Maybe I’ll see you tomorrow night?”, the words left his lips in a charming tone and hung in the air like a perfect proposal but she didn’t find it nearly as inviting as a good night’s sleep knowing her worth is more than a narcissistic asshole working his way up the corporate ladder.
“Goodbye Daniel”, she stepped back with a graceful shift in her hips and shook her head before drifting down the sidewalk. Amber guessed he didn’t want to follow her being shocked by a rejection she was almost certain he never experienced. Normally she preferred the touch of pants or her armor in case of severe circumstances but his rich taste in restaurants begged for a more poised attire.
It wasn’t long before she felt the hairs at the end of her neck stand upright and ducked underneath the yellow weight hurling undeterred into the glass window of the boutique behind her. The first thing she saw wasn’t the mangled face of a mutant with a unique, odd ability but a tall man at the center of the chaos.
“Of course, one night off is too much to ask”, she calmly slipped out of her shoes, pulled open the door of the battered cab and helped the man onto his shaking legs. “Go!”, her long auburn hair blew against her shoulders as she walked towards the culprit. She wasn’t sure what triggered the blatant show of power but she didn’t care to see anyone hurt. Her own safety was a matter shoved to the back of her mind, it mattered less to her than she cared to admit.
“Hey! I’m pretty sure that cab didn’t deserve being tossed into a window”, afraid that the screaming pedestrian would call him into another fit of rage she kept steady in his peripheral vision. “Keep your eyes on me, alright”, she wasn’t sure what threat he posed but she intended to keep it solely focused on her. This would be the first time she dared a confrontation in the confines of aa dress but armor wasn’t exactly the right attire for a date and there was no time to opt for something else.
Necrox stared at her. If he had any sort of human physiology his heart might be racing right now. She was so pretty. He started to smile a little at her. In a goofy way, the corners of his lips pulling back and showing his teeth. He didn't know why she was yelling at him. That was the only thing holding him back from being a full teethy grinning monster right now. His attention wavered to people running and screaming down the sidewalk. "MUTANT ATTACK!" Someone screamed. "SOMEBODY HELP!" Another voice chirped in. Necrox looked at all the silly humans. They made so much noise. Why did humans make so much noise?!?!?!?
Necrox looked around at the stupid loud humans. He was starting to get angry again. He could feel the anger bubbling up inside him as their screams and loud noises clawed away at the inside of his head. He shook his head violently to try and get rid of the noises but they would not come out of his ears. They were stubborn! Necrox turned to look at some of the humans running down the sidewalk. His eyes landed on a flower shop. Suddenly his eyes were back on her. His head whipped around to face here.
"LOOK AT ME!" She instructed. Necrox did so. He watched her carefully and then got angry again as a car trying to flee from behind him clipped him in the back of the leg. He growled and as the car past he grabbed the metal bumper. It's tires spun and squealed but it went nowhere. Necrox pulled the car with a hard yank with one hand. The car went flying in reverse a few feet. He lifted his leg and placed a foot on the hood of the car.
His feet were bare. Dirty from the cold snow. His feet were rotting flesh, much like the rest of him, though his skin still held some of it's pinkish hue. Most of the parts on him had been just replaced. Necrox grabbed the door handle and ripped the door off it's hinges. The man inside screamed. Necrox grabbed him and slung him across the street. He hit a lamp pole and bent the pole around him. He hung there in the air, cradled by the curvature of the pole for a moment before collapsing to the street. He wasn't dead, in fact after a moment he got up and ran away with a slight limp. Necrox held the car door in his hand like a shield. He throw it at the flower shop window.
It flung through the air like a bright red frisbee. Necrox liked the woman. She was very pretty. He walked over to the flower shop. His anger of being hit by yet another car was fading as he entered the shop full of wonderful fragrances. Necrox grabbed bundle of flowers and squeezed them with one hand. He crushed the steams of the flowers and was effectively killing them by accident. Stepping out through the busted store window he did smile this time. Revealing surprisingly white pearly teeth and a nice set at that!
He held the flowers up to the lady. It was awkward. So awkward. Suddenly a spotlight was on him. A police helicopter hovered over head. "Delta charlie I have visual on the suspect." The pilot said into a headset. He didn't know that on the ground Necrox was moving towards another car he was going to swat that bothersome fly!
Amber couldn’t help the almost natural role to her hazel eyes at the frantic calls of terrified bystanders, she wasn’t exactly adept at fearing something dangerous but even if she hadn’t been familiar with debris and dangerous mutants she wouldn’t be screeching like a bird at the sight of it. There was something primal in his eyes, as if his mind didn’t slip the same glint of complex thought into his gaze or effortless twitch into his smile.
She noted the subtle shake of his head, she wasn’t sure if it was the chill in the air or the constant yells of fear and uncertainty, either way it predicted another brash act that could end up taking an innocent’s life. Amber’s open palms were held out in front of her in a humble effort to calm his anger ridden mind. Her bare feet carried her closer to him, one calculated step at a time but her gaze was steadfast to hold his attention but even then with the harsh world unfolding around them it was hard to keep his focus if everyone was losing their minds.
“Hey! Look at me!”, the words drifted through the cold air in loud authority and she could already feel the slight beads of sweat burning from the adrenaline pumping through her veins. “Fucking idiot”, she muttered softly, barely audible at the car making a speedy escape behind him. her mind was begging her to intercept but Daniel caught up, gripped her elbow and begged her to follow with a harsh tug.
“Are you crazy? We have to leave!”, she turned around and shoved him away a little harsher than she intended. “Do I look like I need your help! Get the hell out of here before you get hurt”, there was a subtle argumentative glint in his gaze but the audible impact of an innocent slamming into the lamp pole drew her attention and drove Daniel away in fear.
Her arm automatically shielded her face at the brash impact of a car door through the window of a nearby flower shop. Amber calculated the risks in her mind, she opted to circle slowly so she’d be between him and the street and the only way to turn would be the busted store window. Her brows knit together at his almost romantical approach with flowers in hand. “Thanks”, her voice was calm, her shoulders tense and her eyes an intense focus of hazel intent.
At the sight of the stranger moving towards another car, hell bent on swatting away the irritating stimulants begging his attention. Amber looked down at the flowers in her palm, allowed them to fall to gravity’s touch and turned to look at him. “This’ll definitely leave a bruise”, a slight sigh left her lips as she tugged the high slit of her dress up her hip for a more comfortable sway of her hips. Seconds later she drifted into a steadfast sprint and threw her weight into the man’s with enough time so the driver could force the car out of sight. With a knee perched on his left elbow and her stretched leg pressing down on his other hand she tried to subdue him to the road beneath them.
Amber’s hair whipped around her in a cool breeze as she glanced up at the helicopter, they were drawing unwanted attention and the last thing she wanted was to be in the spotlight. She knew she had to get him out of sight, away from the vulnerability of the bystanders and the blinding spotlight but she wasn’t sure how she’d do that just yet.
“If you wanna punch something, you ought to punch something worth your time”, her right eye shut in a challenging wink as she noted the sutures holding his body together. It was unique, strange and strangely intriguing. “Now come on, let’s see how fast you are”, in a split second she’d ducked away from him and sprinted into the dark shadows of an alley, fast enough to put some space between them and slow enough to make sure he’d follow.
One second she was on top of him and Necrox didn't really know what to do next. He had never really been with a woman before. Was this sex? A stupid grin spread across his face. No woman had ever touched him, besides the loving graceful touch of his mother as she tucked him in at night. Despite his monstrous appearance and mutation he was loved as a child. He was loved a little too much. His wealthy, mutant rights activist parents even went so far as to grave rob cemeteries to get the needed parts to replace their son's decaying appendages.
Necrox was born still born. The nurse was about to carry him out of the room when she saw the rotted flesh of the baby and the lack of heartbeat. She almost did, but she felt something in her hand. Convincing the doctor to check his pulse they found that it only beat one beat per minute. It was not strong enough to give him blood pressure, or blood flow to his organs. Which is why everything rotted from the inside out.
If he were to cut, it would not spurt out as a normal body or drip red rubys onto the tile floor... No, his blood slowly oozed out like molasses dripping down slowly. Not that he would feel it anyways. When Amber tackled him to the floor he felt nothing. Not the pinching pain of her pinning down his arm or any other roughness she bestowed upon him. He just thought she liked him. Which is why the stupid grin grew wider.
Random flashes of sexual encounters formed in his mind. Brief glimpses of women riding a man. The curve of her back lit up by the pale moonlight outside. Thin sheets clinging to her round hips and a subtle soft moan tearing through the room. It was this random stolen memory that made him think that sex was happening. These were not his memories. His brain like everything else in his body had rotted to the point where it became useless and Necrox had to get a new one.
Taking out his brain did not shut down his body like you would think. Since everything moved slower, blood flow, heart rate etc... It took longer for his brain's detachment to have an effect. He had a few moments to replace it before he would collapse and die. Though if some stranger came along and stuck the new brain in and closed him up he would be good anyways just the same.
By replacing his brain he got that person's memories. He had no original, true memories of his own. Those were long gone. He had someone else's life, someone else's moments in his head. They were cryptic and confusing. The only remaining image was a single face. Her face. His sister Samantha. He could never forget her, no matter how many times his brain had been swapped out her memory was just coded into his DNA. His love for his sister ran that deep.
Necrox didn't struggled under the weight of this woman on top of him. Instead he sat there and waited to see what happened. That coy smile still spreading across his face. He had long forgotten about the helicopter that flew over head. She was doing an adequate job of distracting him. Then she took off. Necrox looked up after her and scrambled to his feet. He was fast, quite fast despite his appearance. The legs he had belonged to a runner. The muscle was new, barely decayed. Strong firm muscle ran through his thighs and calves.
He bolted after her. Charging and not caring where he ran, or what he ran through. Necrox slammed into a dumpster sending it pin balling out of the way. It bounded off of one or two walls in the alley before coming to rest on it's side. Necrox saw her run through a doorway and through and abandoned building. He didn't bother with the door. He burst right through it like the cool-aid man. "NECROX CATCH!" He gleefully screamed from behind her. His lumbering heavy form was loud. Even barefoot his footfalls sounded like a giants. He was only 6'2, though his size varied depending on which pieces of his body was replaced with longer or shorter variants.
Necrox stormed after Amber. They were inside a decrepit, four story abandoned hospital. He charged and tackled her this time. Laughing and smiling. He thought they were playing a game of tag. He had forgotten about his anger and the swelling tide of rage that seethed in his rotting chest for the moment he was happy. He had not had a friend in a very long time. Not many people saw Necrox and wanted to be nice to him. He was not an ugly man, but the scars and smell of his body scared a lot of people off. He smelled like a corpse.
The last ones to be nice to him died trying to save him from the mutant murderers that were on the news. Though if they had killed Necrox he wouldn't truly have been dead, just deader than usual. He wore the faces of those three man now, stitched together in a collage of honor and tribute.... He didn't even remember their names or their faces. He just assumed it had always been his face. His brain was slowly turning to melted slurpee. He needed to find a replacement. He was becoming more and more childlike and even his finely tuned motor function was becoming crippled. He didn't notice these things for now. Necrox tackled Amber through a concrete wall!. Rubble and debris flew everywhere and a cloud of dust covered the room. He was playing a wonderful game of tag with the woman he had been sexing. What a great day. Necrox so happy!
Amber felt her brows knit together at the almost goofy touch to the grin touching his lips and for a second she truly wondered just what raged in that seemingly primal mind of his. She was somewhat shocked at the lack of a struggle but then again, the heavy footfalls of him following after her tore right back into predictability. His speed wasn’t entirely predicted, thankfully for Amber she wasn’t a slow runner but sadly the confines of the dress broke down some of the speed building up in each press of her bare feet against the harsh surface of the ground beneath her.
Amber rounded a quick right, barely in time to miss the ricocheting dumpster barreling through the alley in response to his propelling strength. She was only lucky that the door to the old hospital was unlocked, or at the very least frail enough to bust open at the impact of her shoulder. It shut loudly and abruptly after her, the only sound echoing in the old building as she darted down the long hallway hoping to find some kind of a plan in the back of her mind while she avoided the childlike wonder of a man with enough strength to toss a car through the air.
At the primal tone of his words she turned briefly to glance at his oncoming form, Amber pressed her open palm onto a stray gurney blocking her route to another old section of the big, abandoned building and hauled her slender frame over with a graceful motion. She spent little time regaining her footing as she took off again, he was still on her ass and she wasn’t entirely carrying anything to fight against his unique approach to conflict except her bare fists.
The heavy thuds of his feet following roughly through the empty building was painfully evident and lit a fire in her efforts. Her lips opened in a painful gasp as her lungs struggled to regain the oxygen that slipped their confines in the harsh impact of his body against hers. Her shoulder ached, she was pretty sure it was dislocated, nevertheless she pushed to her feet with a painful grunt before putting some measured distance between them. Coughs racked her chest as she tried to breathe in the midst of debris and flying dust.
Amber knew her dress probably held more than enough tears already and there she was covered in the broken remnants of a concrete wall with another painful bruise that;’ll brew up a new set of questions under her curious students. “Hold up a second alright”, her voice was clouded in a natural charm as she readied her slim figure and slammed the bony prominence of her shoulder into the corner of a sturdy wall. There was a painful crack as the joint slipped back into it’s socket, Amber wiped the dusty coat to her skin and looked to the strange man.
“You’re something else alright”, her voice was coated in a slight grunt of pain but she shoved it to the back of her mind, glared at the tear in the dress exposing the flawless skin of her stomach. Her palm reached out to him, crimson painted nails obvious against the bland colors of abandonment around them. “No one ever teach you it’s rude to tackle a lady through a wall?”, something in the back of her mind begged her to see some measure of innocence in his curious gaze. He wasn’t exactly threatening her life, he did offer her flowers after all.
Tossing a fist or two at a mutant begging for it was a whole other story when the man in front of her wasn’t entirely the normal assaults she ended up in. for the first time in a very long time, Amber wasn’t sure what she was supposed to do. “Let’s just take a breather, that sound good?”, Amber opted for a calmer approach to the tall figure in front of him.
“I’m Amber, what’s your name?”, she stepped closer with caution brewing in the back of her mind, for all she knew he could still be dangerous. At least if she kept him at bay long enough she might figure out something a whole lot smarter than playing tag with a man who tossed her through a concrete wall.
Necrox stared at her awkwardly. He tilted his head to the side to try and figure out just what she was doing. He didn't have a need to breath... He hadn't for a long time. He had a set of mutant lungs that never winded. He could run for days and not get tired. He could breath underwater.... It was something he often forgot about. Necrox hated the water. He was afraid of it. Looking at her he chuckled. She was pretty funny.
The pretty funny lady was playing a game with him and ie couldn't be more thrilled about it. She asked him his name. Necrox's smiled faded. He thought carefully. No one had ever asked him his name before. At least not that he could remember. "My....my name?" His voice came out as a growling croak. Everything he said sounded strained and grunting. "My name Nec....Necrox." He finally admitted.
The smile was back as he stood there staring at her. The seams on his stitches started to pull away. His arm grew heavier... The weight of his massive super powered arm pulled on the strings of the threads. His arm was literally hanging on by a thread as it pulled away from the rest of his body. All the while Necrox smiled at her. His smile slowly spread showing more and more sparkly white teeth. "Necrox.....Friend?" He asked in a goofy grunty voice.
Then his arm fell off. The strings gave their hold and loosened to gravity and his arm smacked the dusty blood covered floor with a thud. Necrox looked down with a frown. He kicked at his arm with his bare foot. The fingers of his hand danced reactively to it's prodding touch, but mostly remained motionless. Necrox leaned down and picked it up. He looked it over and stared at it curiously. It was obvious he didn't feel it. He used his severed hand to scratch at his face. The silence was deafening.
You could hear the scratching sound of dead fingernails against dead flesh. He held his arm out to her. Another 'gift?' He didn't know what to do with it, but this place was a hospital. He had stolen from hospitals before. Sneaking in and pulling out a body from the morgue wall. Necrox set the arm on the nurse receptionists table. The lights overhead hung haphazardly and broken. He walked through the dark hallways leaving his new friend behind.
His big thudding footstaps making a thud and a slap sound as his barefoot slapped the cold floor. He stopped when he saw a sign that read Morgue. Surely all the bodies were gone from this place. They don't just abandon hospitals and leave the dead behind....Do they? Necrox tried to read the sign. "Ped..Pedri.." The sign said pediatrics. What it was doing on the same floor as the morgue probably had something to do with the reason this place shut down. A lawsuit from the parent of a traumatized child.
There were bodies here. There were bodies still in the morgue. Necrox saw the familiar sign that read morgue. "Morgue." His face burst with a wild grin and he happily ran down the hall disappearing around the corner. He had a very short attention span and would find it hard to stay focused for too long. He needed a new arm. And his new friend might want something too! He bet he could find something for the both of them. He had a friend. Friends were supposed to share.
She lifted a plucked brow at his sudden chuckle, she wasn’t sure if he wasn’t really adept at social interaction or because the nerves in his brain were misfiring, either way she was at a little of a loss. Amber was almost certain he didn’t need to be killed or chained up and he wasn’t exactly a student so she couldn’t take him back to the school, maybe if she convinced him to stay in the abandoned hospital for a while then she’d have time to figure out just what to do with him.
There was a low growl to his voice, she wondered if he struggled to find the words or the vocals to portray his thoughts. Necrox was a strange name though, Amber wasn’t sure it was the one he was born with but it was better than nothing, besides, he seemed to listen enough to her with the exclusion of fearful bystanders drawing his anger to the surface.
There was a subtle shift in his arm, she wasn’t sure if it was a trick of the dim light they found themselves in or truly something to be concerned with at first but the more gravity tugged at his fragile limbs the more she noticed the entire extremity begging to stay at the mercy of a single thread. Some of her dinner threatened to caress the lining of her throat but she denied the nausea to take hold and focused instead on finding a viable solution that didn’t end up killing anyone, whether it was the two of them or the mundane, frightened people oblivious to the danger of a seemingly superpowered man in hospital, somewhat in plain sight.
At the almost goofy question about their newfound interactions she found herself grinning intrigued, he was truly one of the more unique individuals she’d come across in months, “sure, so long as you don’t throw me through another wall”. Her soft lips parted in a soft chuckle before a frown tasted her features at the gruesome sight of his arm falling from his shoulder.
Her eyes widened at his nonchalance regarding the limb strewn by his feet, she wasn’t sure how to react as he took it in the arm still attached to his body and gave it a once over. Amber’s lips parted in mild shock, she hadn’t seen anything of the sort. Her shoulders stiffened as he held out the arm, much like the flowers he gifted her and swallowing the disgust she took the dead flesh between her fingers. Amber almost burst out laughing at the irony of her extravagant dress lining her figure and a dead arm clutched in polished nails. Normally she’d prefer holding a dagger to a rotten limb but the situation somewhat forced the action unto her.
“Thanks, next time you might try a nice bottle of wine”, when he left her to venture into the dark, musty hallway she dropped the arm with a sigh. “Should have gone home with Daniel”, the words were a mere whisper in the deafening silence of the building but she heard the echoes nonetheless. Nevertheless she followed the heavy footfalls of his endeavor into the twists and turns of the hospital halls. For a moment she scolded her mind for being surprised to find him sprinting towards the morgue.
Amber’s mind ran to thoughts she didn’t entirely find pleasing as she wondered what he’d get up to in the cold confines of the morgue. A gnawing feeling begged the possibility that he was looking for a replacement since he lost his arm, and yet the idea of someone rebuilding themselves like the pieces of a puzzle seemed too bizarre for that split second in time.
"Necrox?" she called out loudly before stepping into the threshold of the morgue, "Please tell me I'm not getting another limb?". Even though the idea of having another arm stuffed into her palm grossed her out to some degree she found herself smiling at the strange encounter.
Last Edit: May 27, 2018 17:44:21 GMT by Amber Adler
Running happily through the halls Necrox stopped at the door to the morgue. He looked around as if he were expecting a guard of some sort. There were no guards here. This place was long abandoned. He pushed open the double doors with his one remaining arm. "Necrox...." (Pronounced neck-rocks) He said his own name as if it were somehow soothing to him. He padded his way through the room. Rocks and debris littered the ground with dirty needles from where junkies had used this place to shoot up in the past. None of that mattered.
He saw a wall with some doors on the wall. He recognized them instantly. Moving quickly over to the first one Necrox grabbed the handle and yanked it open. Pulling out the drawer inside he was disappointed to find that it was empty. They were all empty. Every single drawer that he pulled out was empty. They had moved the bodies. Necrox was sad. He slammed the last one shut and looked around the room. There was nothing much here except a teaching skeleton. A hanging display of human bones to shoe aspiring doctors what the human skeleton looks like.
Necrox walked over to it and lifted the skeletal arm and looked it over. He thought about it for a minute before making a face and walking out of the room. "AHRRRGH!" He screamed and punched the corner of a wall. He punched where the two walls came together to form a corner and he knocked a big chunk out of the wall. Moving down the hall he was quiet sad. He thought he could replace what he had lost here. Obviously not. Necrox turned and looked at his new friend. His eyes were sad and easy to empathize with. He looked pitiful.
The wall started to quake. Dust fell all over his shoulder Necrox looked down at his shoulder. Then he looked up at the roof where the dust had fallen from. The roof caved in on him. Solid concrete right on top of his head. Necrox was buried under a pile of concrete and and twisted rebar steel. Dust settled everywhere as The room grew very quiet. There was no crying or moaning from Necrox. There was just dead silence. Necrox's legs stuck out from the rubble. They weren't moving. They weren't moving at all.
Apparently the support pillar that Necrox had punched out was a load bearing support beam. He didn't know such things. He just was angry and he wanted to punch something. He wasn't a bad guy. He wasn't a monster like people liked to think. Amber was the first person in a long time that didn't treat him like a monster. She didn't see him as a threat... Not a real threat anyways. He was just a person to her. Maybe even a friend. Necrox hadn't had a friend in a long time. He was greatful for the chance to know her.
Last Edit: May 28, 2018 1:25:10 GMT by Deleted: Sorry it's short i was dozing off trying to get this last post up
