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It was cold, and quiet. His breathing being the only sound in the forest, He hadn't been there long, but enough to know the forest should be full of sounds. Somthing was wrong.
About a hundred feet above the ground on a giant tree limb, a figure in a dark cloak and hood sat. In his hands, two ten-foot long whips with a solid piece of metal and four claws on the end of the metal piece. He quickly lashed out with one and it sank snugly into another tree branch as he swang to the next tree, before he hit another tree he swung out with the second and continued on his path, without a hint of fear crossing his mind. He continued doing this until he was about a mile from his previous spot, and on a branch overlooking a large clearing.
Usually, this clearing was empty except for the occasional animal that wandered through. At the moment, however, there was a large, sleek black jet sitting in the clearing, with a few people hustling out of it. He watched as the first, a woman with white shoulder length hair in a black spandex suit, disembarked from the ship and walked around checking a small device in her hands.
A Large blue creature got off after her "Is he sure? This place is miles from any civilization, Storm."
"Of course he is, the Professor's never been wrong before" stated the woman he assumed was Storm.
"There is a first time for everything" stated the next man off the ship. From the distance, all he could see was his brown-ish hair and a red, flashing device over his eyes.
"Quiet Scott! If the Professor says there's a mutant here, then there's a mutant here!" said Storm, a little angry at her companions lack of confidance in the Prof.
The man in the tree's face turned into a sneer as he heard the word mutant.
Sounds like they're here for me then. He smirked, and clutched his whips a little tighter. Well, im not goin' down without a fight
