07-21-2004, 11:53 AM
As the rest of the team remained safely inside the run down home, Beast took it upon himself to venture outside to try to find some answers. He dialed through the radio frequencies, desperately looking for any clue as to what was going on in this reality. At first it seemed that every station was only reporting the everyday happenings of the day. Stock reports and sports scores littered the airwaves. But after reading the upbeat news of the day, most of the stations changed tones, relaying the grim truth that the night seemed to hold. The announcers reported things like death tolls and vampiric trouble spots throughout New York as if they were speaking of gang activity. With a serious tone they spoke of the curfew laws and warned of the dangers of being out after the sun had set. Each broadcaster read these things as if it was nothing new: as if they had been reading the same reports every night for quite some time. Beast kept moving to new frequencies, looking for something more specific. He was so intent on his search in fact, that he didnât hear the arrow whiz past his head until it was too late.
A large wooden shaft imbedded into the brick and mortar of the chimney behind Beast, having missed his head by less than an inch. Across the street, at the top of the neighboring building, stood the shooter. Perched in the shadows that seemed to envelop the city, he nocked another arrow and made ready to shoot. It was only Beastâs keen eyesight that helped the mutant see the man more clearly and make ready to evade being shot. Before loosing his next volley, the mysterious bowman noticed that he had been spotted, and held his shot long enough to shout a warning across the street, âI had heard that you filth had been desecrating this place! Your evil has spread far enough! Prepare to be punished!â And with that, the determined vampire hunter let his second arrow fly, aimed directly for Hank's heart.
A large wooden shaft imbedded into the brick and mortar of the chimney behind Beast, having missed his head by less than an inch. Across the street, at the top of the neighboring building, stood the shooter. Perched in the shadows that seemed to envelop the city, he nocked another arrow and made ready to shoot. It was only Beastâs keen eyesight that helped the mutant see the man more clearly and make ready to evade being shot. Before loosing his next volley, the mysterious bowman noticed that he had been spotted, and held his shot long enough to shout a warning across the street, âI had heard that you filth had been desecrating this place! Your evil has spread far enough! Prepare to be punished!â And with that, the determined vampire hunter let his second arrow fly, aimed directly for Hank's heart.