Chapter 10
Somewhere, about thirty-five miles to the east, a green portal swirled open. The thing that stepped out was humanoid, shaped like a regular man but his limbs were distorted, twisted like they had been broken multiple times. This figure wore torn clothing, and a burlap bag over his marred and twisted face.
When he stepped out of the portal, the lights and the sounds assaulted his vision. He growled as he slunk away from a civilization that had burned to ash when he was but a teenager. His hands were held up to block the light but they were so twisted that it didn't really matter. On his waist, several bottles of colorful powder tinkled with the movement. Somewhere down on the beach, some frustrated driver gave a long honk, probably because someone cut him off or something.
The rules of the road didn't really mean anything to him.
His mistress's words, her orders before he stepped through the portal, echoed through his mind.
Find that troublesome queen and her little pet. They cannot be able to enact whatever plan they have concocted with those cowards known as the X-Men.
His tongue slipped out of his mouth, a horrible looking thing that was very discolored. Not at all like a normal tongue.
But then, nothing about him was normal anyway.
The air tasted like life. Beauty. Movement.
It made him sick. Pretty soon, all of this would be dust and ash as the Phoenix will rise for the first time. All he had to do was find that Fish Freak and take her out. Phobos fingered the vials around his waist.
What an easy task this will be.