Post by stormshadow on Feb 1, 2024 21:43:42 GMT -7
Morbius
"Killer!!" The words hung there at the back of his head. Morbius opening his eyes once more as he tried to piece together what he truly wanted to say. "Why... Why me. I'm worried...I'm worried, I can't save everyone." He would muster up. The vampire sliding off his bed and moving over to his apartment patio window. He puts on his sunglasses, his eyes staring down at the rows of cars down below before focusing on the New York skyline, it's reddish-orange color like fire as the sun began to set. His skin irritates him as he gains his composer.
"I've turned ruthless and cruel. A product of my nature. I do not want to be this way anymore. That I will end up hurting more people than help." Morbius admitted as he stretched before going back into the bathroom with a mad lust for blood developing, he pulled off the sunglasses and he threw some water on his face. The man turning his eyes up to the mirror to view his reflection staring back at him. His red eyes grew with hunger, a changed man over the years. He knew he had to walk the straight and narrow path if he truly wanted to be a hero. It would never truly happen as long as the bloodlust could consume him. Even the slightest thoughts of failure scaring him at this point. After all deep down he truly did know what a monster he could truly be if he slipped up even once.
Hours later:
Morbius made his way to a more seeder part of town. He had paid a group of thieves to find out information about a new character in town. The den is now completely quiet."You have the information?" The ten thieves inside tremble of fear just by hearing Morbius speak.
One of the thieves bows down and speaks."We haven't seen a vampire or the one responsible, he has been gone since the strange men arrived looking for a hero from the city to take hostage."
Before Morbius could grab the thief by the throat. The sound of a trumpet can be heard in the distance. The thieves den gets very dark as a huge shadow passes by inside. The sound of screams is now louder the trumpet sound of fright coming from outside the thieves den." What is going on here?"
What is going on thought of the unknown as Morbius continues thinking as the trumpet keeps sounding. He has encountered such a sound before in Europe many years ago could the battle in heaven be spilling over into our world now of all times. Or could it be someone messing with them. He follows the thieves down a tunnel towards a exit near a car facing a weird direction that is blocked by a large building.
((Open to street level.))
"Killer!!" The words hung there at the back of his head. Morbius opening his eyes once more as he tried to piece together what he truly wanted to say. "Why... Why me. I'm worried...I'm worried, I can't save everyone." He would muster up. The vampire sliding off his bed and moving over to his apartment patio window. He puts on his sunglasses, his eyes staring down at the rows of cars down below before focusing on the New York skyline, it's reddish-orange color like fire as the sun began to set. His skin irritates him as he gains his composer.
"I've turned ruthless and cruel. A product of my nature. I do not want to be this way anymore. That I will end up hurting more people than help." Morbius admitted as he stretched before going back into the bathroom with a mad lust for blood developing, he pulled off the sunglasses and he threw some water on his face. The man turning his eyes up to the mirror to view his reflection staring back at him. His red eyes grew with hunger, a changed man over the years. He knew he had to walk the straight and narrow path if he truly wanted to be a hero. It would never truly happen as long as the bloodlust could consume him. Even the slightest thoughts of failure scaring him at this point. After all deep down he truly did know what a monster he could truly be if he slipped up even once.
Hours later:
Morbius made his way to a more seeder part of town. He had paid a group of thieves to find out information about a new character in town. The den is now completely quiet."You have the information?" The ten thieves inside tremble of fear just by hearing Morbius speak.
One of the thieves bows down and speaks."We haven't seen a vampire or the one responsible, he has been gone since the strange men arrived looking for a hero from the city to take hostage."
Before Morbius could grab the thief by the throat. The sound of a trumpet can be heard in the distance. The thieves den gets very dark as a huge shadow passes by inside. The sound of screams is now louder the trumpet sound of fright coming from outside the thieves den." What is going on here?"
What is going on thought of the unknown as Morbius continues thinking as the trumpet keeps sounding. He has encountered such a sound before in Europe many years ago could the battle in heaven be spilling over into our world now of all times. Or could it be someone messing with them. He follows the thieves down a tunnel towards a exit near a car facing a weird direction that is blocked by a large building.
((Open to street level.))