Tuesday, January 6, 2009

Friends...?

Melchior smiles softly, "It is alright....we're friends....we aren't here to hurt you...."

The mutant glances up at Melchior with watery gray eyes, blank without irises. "F...friends?"

Melchior says, "Yes...we are friends....you have nothing to fear from us..."

The mutant smiles, exposing razor sharp fangs, opens its mouth and then clamps down on the Mystic's gloved hand. - 1999, during an excursion to the ruins of Washington, D.C., on Earth.

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