The Winged Soldier sat perched inside the remnanents of The Manor that encaspuled his former Team, The Wolf Pack. Like a lone dog in the night he was abandoned as he went through his memories, He had killed and pleasured, Destroyed and Built built both friendships and rivalries in the ground up, Yet somehow he sought out more. He knew this couldn't be the end, He wouldn't let it. With his blades in hand, And his guns at ready he sought out to find a new team, Someone to fight alongside in his darkest hour.
@_Hawk_: (PS, great idea. Surprised it hadn't been done yet.)
It was a casual night, bar, friends, and perhaps a happy ending for the young man in the alley. The young man had killed over 500 men, was an omega mutant, and could crush human beings like they were literally ants. The female giving the blowjob, well, she was just a pretty young woman. And after a long fun day, the omega mutant really needed this. What he didn't need, was a bullet to the head, oddly, this bullet had penetrated and had spilled the omega mutants brains everywhere. The pretty young thing was now covered in blood, and was screaming in terror. "Ah shut up." The dark enigma who had killed the mutant said, as he decided to make sure there were no witness's.
The next day the dark assassin had gotten a call, "Good job Cain, you'll receive your pay tomorrow." Cain Powell lit up a cigarette, speaking in his usual arrogant, powerful, and angry tone, "There were some casualities, any problem with that?" A slight chuckle on the other end of the line, "If I hadn't expected any, i wouldn't have called you."