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She was running. She didn't know how she'd gotten to this point, but she knew, if she didn't run, they'd find her and she didn't have anyone to protect her anymore. Logan was dead, Ororo, Kitty and Peter.
Franklin. Her Scrapper, gone in the flash of a Sentinel's blast along with all the others.
So she ran, ran as far and as fast as she could even though she knew... deep in her heart she knew it wouldn't be the Sentinels that found her. Not with all their mutant sensing technology and their city surveillance, no they wouldn't find her. He would. He would find her and drag her back to his labs and his drugs and his machines to hurt her until she gave in. Hurt and bend her mind until she gave up her own life and bent to his will.
Ahab, Master of Hounds.
Her feet pounding the wrecked New York pavement, she kept running into the night, listening to the City-wide alarms. Mutants free, mutants escaped, everyone look out for the mutants. She turned a corner and fell, arms breaking her fall, but the skin scraping off her palms. Shaking, she held the wounded appendages to her chest and looked around the dark alleyway, never seeing the dark figure that was sneaking up behind her.
Franklin. Her Scrapper, gone in the flash of a Sentinel's blast along with all the others.
So she ran, ran as far and as fast as she could even though she knew... deep in her heart she knew it wouldn't be the Sentinels that found her. Not with all their mutant sensing technology and their city surveillance, no they wouldn't find her. He would. He would find her and drag her back to his labs and his drugs and his machines to hurt her until she gave in. Hurt and bend her mind until she gave up her own life and bent to his will.
Ahab, Master of Hounds.
Her feet pounding the wrecked New York pavement, she kept running into the night, listening to the City-wide alarms. Mutants free, mutants escaped, everyone look out for the mutants. She turned a corner and fell, arms breaking her fall, but the skin scraping off her palms. Shaking, she held the wounded appendages to her chest and looked around the dark alleyway, never seeing the dark figure that was sneaking up behind her.
