I recently found that Spyke is the result of gender-bending. That's right, he is not as original a character as y'all thought.

Summary: Spyke meets his feminine bad tempered counterpart…

Disclaimer: I own NOTHING!! Marrow is not mine, Spyke is not mine, so on, so forth. All characters are © Marvel Comics.

Endless Nights

By Nightfan

The moon is rising: a pale orb in the ink black sky. Not a star is to be seen within the perimeters of this polluted city, the smoke reaching your eyes, causing them to burn and water. The points of brightness all come from constantly flashing neon lights, blinking high above the cars that are drag racing, tires screeching as the smell of burning rubber rises to your nostrils. A few high school students litter the streets, cigarette smoke unfurling from their nostrils in long, gray tendrils. Other passers-by hurry through the streets, eager to get out of the flurry of snow flakes which hit the ground, only to be trodden into a cold, watery, brown slush on the sidewalk.

This is half of my world. The other half is the darkness of the Manhattan sewers which coincide with our morlock tunnels. The outside world is where I go to steal my food, up into the pollution along with the pretty human fleshbags. Yes, you are detecting a hint of remorse. Just a hint.

Christmas is supposed to be a season filled with love and caring. Warmth. My trenchcoat is worn through at the elbows, covered in patches that I have sewn on halfheartedly. I spend my nights awake, waiting to make a thug rue the day that he decided to play basketball with the mutant. Wave after wave of pain I feel, my mutant power reminding me that the moment that I close my eyes, could be eternal. A bone protrudes from the side of my nose, and as the pain will grow worse if I ignore it, I pluck the obtrusion from my face. Warmth…caring? These are words spoken in an alien tongue…

The morlock massacre has taken away everything that I ever loved; but I suppose that's my fault as well. Anything that comes near me dies. When you live your life away from something you get perspective. Humans, I can see for what they truly are. The prejudiced animals of hate and miscomprehension, fearing everything that is different in the slightest bit from themselves. Take Charles Darwin! The mastermind behind the "theory" (ha!) of evolution, ridiculed by his fellows and peers, because he had a new idea. An idea that would make people uneasy, for the very reason why us mutants are despised; despised , and looked on as monsters. I tell you, I look as much like Frankenstine as can be possible, but I am no monster.

The wind can keep on blowing, and the drag racers can their slush into my face, but these Homo Sapiens will never understand the life of a mutant, could never put themselves in the shoes of the ones who they ridicule the day long. We, the mutants are the victims. There is no good and evil in this world, there is only power, and those to weak to see it. Much as we like to tell ourselves how wicked a thing that person did, it was he who was the conquering hero, was it not?

I need no-one. No single person do I depend on. I am Sarah…Sarah of the Morlocks, and humanity will rue the day that it saw my face.

This was a PROLOGUE. That is why it is short. Please, r+r, tell me whether or not I should continue???

Casu consulto,

Nightfan