Dear Diary,
{Page is torn off at this point}
Dear Journal,
Charlie said I should write down my thoughts and memories when I'm not with the X-Men. Seys it might help get some of the ones I'm missin' resurface. He's a good man. Ain't gave up on me even though I have sometimes.
I was riding out to some 'freinds' in San Fran's China town. Hell, these people ain't nobody's freinds, but we get along okay when we're not trying to kill each other. Anyway, I get this real weird scent on the wind. So I headed for the town it was comming off of-Sunnydale.
I rolled into town and the scent got stronger. There was a mean streack about this town, and I don't mean the Mutie Registration sign at the edge of town. Glad I wasn't in my uniform. There was somethin' different about this place. And I found out in the worst way.
I stopped to wet my whistle at the only place alive at this time of night. Called the Bronze. With the lack of town this place has, it was probably a whole half a block into the bad part of town. I parked my bike outside, and put on my hat. No need to play Rough House Mutie when I'm just breezin' through.
There was a girl outside of the club, a short red head, sort of reminded me of Jean. She had a calm, motherly, yet forceful scent. Like she had a fire but kept it under control all the time. "Got a light?", I says. "Smoking's bad for your health.", she says back. Smart kid.
"My health ain't gonna be done any harm by a good cigar.", I told her. "What's your name?", I asked. "My boyfreinds in a rock band.", she says back. Real smart kid. "I'm just making conversation.", I told her. "Trying to get a feel for the town." She looked me dead in the eye. "This town feels bad mister.", she said. Then she went in the club. I followed.
The scent I was following was real strong in here. Sort of like death, only it was moving, hunting... And dried blood. It wasn't stronger than the sweat of teens jumping around to that crap they call music, but it was right there. Like you could stick a claw in it.
I walked into the crowd. Don't like being in crowds, but curiosity had better of me. Someone real muscular bumped into me and went off without even sayin' "Excuse me". I tapped this joker on the shoulder. "Hey, bub. Don't you wanna 'pologize for that?", I asked.
Then it hit me. That scent sky rocketed, straight into my brain. And somethin' even more deadly than that scent. People's breath makes a low whistling sound when it passes over their lips. When I stopped listening to the surroundings and focused on this guy, it wasn't there. Then everything went to hell.
This guy's face changed into something...something with more teeth than he had. He lept at me, and I could smell another one of whatever this guy was behind me. I hopped back-made Fang Joker 1 miss and caught the one behind me with an elbow.
The guy behind me fell, and I took another hop back. The first one crept up to me real slow. Everyone was runnin' out the club by now, but some of the employees seemed to be used ta people bustin' up the place. "Look bub.", I said reachin' 'round on the pool table I was backed up against. "You pick up your buddy and go. Otherwise you might not be able to pick up anything for a long time."
The guy jumped. I swung the pool stick and it cracked right over this guy skull. He took a step back and I swung it the other way, and broke another peice off.
I been in plenty a brawls in my time. But I never killed any of these losers before. Maybe it was that his freind got his nails into the back of my leg. Maybe it was the blonde chick holding her own against these things that got to me. Maybe it was the look on what was left of this guy's face. Maybe it was just on instinct. But whatever it was, I shoved the part of the stick I still had straight into this guy's chest. And he exploded in a cloud of dust.
Someone else might have been surprised, but I ain't no rookie. And the second guy had gotten his teeth in me. A third one rushed me, and there seemed to a pile up of dustable people building up. So I took out the claws.
I tried poking another one of 'em straight in the heart, but this one damn near shrugged it off. I started clawing all of 'em, leaving limbs as I went. Even the chick that was fighting them had scooted out of there. Three more had gotten their teeth in me, and I was bleeding into their mouths extra fast. A short ten minutes later, and I blacked out.
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