Re: Mutant Hunt - RPG
It was a warm summer day, outside city hall. Noah was out with his wife and daughter at the annual NYPD summer cookout.
"Daddy! Daddy!" Noah's 4 year old daughter Theresa ran up to Noah, holding a butterfly that was sitting on her finger. "I gots a buttahfwy! Isn't it pwetty, daddy?"
"It sure is 'pwetty', Theresa. Go show your mother, I'm sure she'll get a kick outta that." Noah said to the little girl, slightly absent mindedly.
"Somethin' botherin, you, Noah?" Matt, Noah's old partner, said.
"It's nothing, it's just..."
"..the mutant thing, right?"
"Yeah, I just....the other day, my boys had to take down this guy who was strong to lift a chopper he downed by throwing a hummer at. I just...can't register something like that. It's taking sometime to accept that my neighbor might be able to walk through walls."
"I think your wife oughta be more worried if your neighbor can do that."
"Not funny, Matt. Not funny at all."
Noah flipped another few burger patties. Not a word was said for a long time.
"Noah? Noah? Noah! There you are!" Noah's wife, Mary, came running over to Noah, holding Theresa in o nher shoulder. Tears where dripping down the little girl's chin.
"Look what happened to Theresa!"
"What is it, girl?"
Theresa tried to answer, but it was rendered inaudible by her sobs.
"She cut her finger on a rosebush, noah. Look." Mary held out Theresa's dainty little hand to show a tiny prick mark.
"Oh, poor baby..." Noah kissed the boo-boo. "Better?"
"A wittuw bit." Theresa said, starting to dry up her tears.
"Noah..." Matt suddenly piped up, his voice sounding very strange.
"What is it, Ma...a....oh..." noah looked up to see a raggedy looking man dressed in tattered cloathing standing in the middle of the cookout area, his skin glowing brightly.
"Racist monsters. You have a problem with evolution, take it up with the man who created us." The man began to glow brighter than the sun, so bright Noah had to look away. And everything went pitch dark.
BRAKOOOOOOOMMMM!!!!
"Commander? Commander, are you alright?" It was Arnold, gently prodding him to get up.
"...Ar..nold? Where...where'd that mutant, that damn navy seal mutant got the jump on me."
Noah got up shakily to his feet, the subconscious trip down memory lane not sitting well with him.
"I'm going to burn that one alive."