Ok for those of you who don't know I own nothing here its all Marvel's, DC's, or whomever. I kinda own Michael (AKA main villain) but personal you can bastardize him all you want. This has no real set time just when ever is convenient for the time.

Also this chap is the start of violence, swearing, and anything else that gains R ratings. So you've been warned and yes it is some sick violence but the fans I know of off of MSN want it so here it is and more to come. BTW if you want to contact me personally then just email me at either michaelsoo01@yahoo.com or michaelsoo01@hotmail.com but not if it's a stupid complaint about kids the et and for violence I should burn in hell,

A few weeks passed. The group had searched by foot since all psychic ways were disabled. All traces of him were gone. Last know trace was a dead wolf brutally murdered by some werid force, psychic residue was around. Funny thing was the more hopeless the search became the more the rumors started of a being out there. The mutant underground was a buzz. But still no real sighting and every interview began 5 more rumors. Michael himself he was living off woodland creatures thinking of what flooded back thousands of years of pain; it took some time to gather his thoughts his first plan was to set up shop. He straggled his way back to New York.

New York:

Michael was hungry as hell. He had survived on raw meat for so long that hot dogs were Sirloin to him. He then saw something he never thought he'd see again. A Butcher shop and they did BBQed meat. He walked in with some clothes he borrowed from some Wall Street jerk 30 mintues ago. He ordered the biggest bird in the joint and had it made so cooked it was a little black. He took the chicken and was able to pay with the twenty he stole from the guy. He went outside it was near dusk and he was sleepy. He laid down in some alley and tried to get some sleep. Little was he aware that those who walk the night would prowl near.

Dusk was at 7 PM that night. Michael laid sound asleep in a forgotten alley. Half an hour later a group of night walked searched for their prey and one tripped over the sleeping deity.

Female Vamp 1: Owwwwww what the fuck hit me?

Male Vamp: Some damn wino, man what a waste their blood tastes like crap.

Female Vamp2: hey he's no wino look at those threads and

She bends down and smells him.

Female Vamp2: he smells too good. I say we share tonight.

Female Vamp1: Ohhhh he does and ohhh he looks fine maybe we'll have some fun with him.

Male Vamp: Well I need to bring something so what the hell.

Michael was out cold so didn't really notice when he was dragged to through the alley to a near by warehouse. Inside was what they call a safehouse. Michael must have been really out of it because next thing he knows he's strapped high above them bleeding from several spots, satanic signs dug into his body and his clothes ripped. Below a huge party is held violence and death and sex fill the air. He try's to move but he's tied down. He starts to have flash backs of the pain, the suffering, the horrors of his former life. Tears of pain fall to the ground. Soon the vampires look up at this mere mortal's pain and tears and slowly as more learn they begin to laugh. An evil hypnotic laugh or more of a noise fills the room. Michael becomes enraged. He screams:

"You think you're the top of the food chain, above all those you feed on. You vultures welcome to the pain and see if you can only hold the tears only I can share"

One Vampire shouted out: You don't have the balls you cunt!!!

Michael jumped down right in front of him reached down and pulled his right off. Michael grinned some evil sort of grin, sick in a way and shoved the vamps right down his throat.

"Well you sure as hell don't! Who else wants some?"

The whole party charged at him. Michael was able to fight himself some room. He was able to gain some move room and then he went to work. The first went down when he pulled the vamps arm off and shove it into his own heart. Michael was able to fight back to the bar. He broke a few bottles until he noticed a smell. It's not all blood it's in fact quite a bit of alcohol. A though broke out. He ripped the bartender's shirt and grabbed a bottle. Just one more ingredient needed. There it was, impaling the vamp holding it he grabbed the lighter and jumped away from the bar.

Michael: Hey motherfuckers think fast!

Michael shoved the ripped cloth down the neck of the bottles and lit the top of it. He then threw it into the bar. The explosion was huge vampires ran around on fire or with missing parts. Michael was sent back to the other wall where he landed the walls were covered with blood, Michael also smelt something there, the blood all had alcohol in it. His eyes widen only to see one vampire run into the wall. It set ablaze faster then a snap. The place was burning down. Michael had to run it wasn't smart to stay. Sure he might live but losing a limb wasn't the plan. He had to run out while the vamps ran for their own. He made it out before the place collapsed. He heard sirens and went to the alley. There the male vampire that took him there met up with him.

Male vampire: Hey that wasn't cool! Know your place you freak.

Michael: Oh didn't you know I'm changing the places.

With that Michael snaps his neck 360. Michael looks down and sees his own clothes, the vamps seem good enough leather Jacket with the pants and shirt to match, and the asshole had some taste. Michael strips him and steals his clothes and walks off as the fire department meets his blaze of glory.