Post by cain on Jul 23, 2010 8:51:44 GMT -5
High on the snowy mountains in Canada, nobody would dare climb them without protection or fear of falling to their deaths. If one were to make it to the top, they would find a man there without any comforting or warm clothing, the wind blowing against his dark clothing and long, silver hair. Every now and then he would brush the strands of hair out of his face.
He let one leg lay straight on the mountaintop, while the other was propped up with his arm resting on his knee, the other hand propping himself up on the rocks. He looked down over the towns below, thinking of how easy it would be to cause an avalanche and bury them all. But something held him back...no not something, someone. A name...his name, now rested in his mind. "Cain Milena", he never knew or cared about his last name, but now it held more interest in him then ever.
He thought back to Russia where he had met Pitsha, then to the island where his conversation even brought surprise to Shadow. He had never seen Shadow look surprised, angry and hateful or happy in an evil sort of way, but never surprised. It had been weeks since his trip to Russia, and even more since his battle in India. Three boys whom he wanted to kill, Ian, Tim and David, even those didn't matter to him now. He didn't care if his factory was destroyed, or the slave trade he was in control of was gone. It was a simple name that kept him on edge.
"Why didn't they tell me?" he spoke softly to himself, "One of the greatest blood lines in the mutant world and they never told me."
The more he thought about it, the more his anger build, until finally he reached through the snow and allowed his body to change with the mountain beneath. He shook the mountain in anger, causing the snow and ice to crumble down to the town below, burying it and it's people in a deadly avalanche. As he watched the town get buried, he just sighed. It just didn't seem to amuse him anymore, and he doubt anything would until he knew all he had to about the Milena line.
He let one leg lay straight on the mountaintop, while the other was propped up with his arm resting on his knee, the other hand propping himself up on the rocks. He looked down over the towns below, thinking of how easy it would be to cause an avalanche and bury them all. But something held him back...no not something, someone. A name...his name, now rested in his mind. "Cain Milena", he never knew or cared about his last name, but now it held more interest in him then ever.
He thought back to Russia where he had met Pitsha, then to the island where his conversation even brought surprise to Shadow. He had never seen Shadow look surprised, angry and hateful or happy in an evil sort of way, but never surprised. It had been weeks since his trip to Russia, and even more since his battle in India. Three boys whom he wanted to kill, Ian, Tim and David, even those didn't matter to him now. He didn't care if his factory was destroyed, or the slave trade he was in control of was gone. It was a simple name that kept him on edge.
"Why didn't they tell me?" he spoke softly to himself, "One of the greatest blood lines in the mutant world and they never told me."
The more he thought about it, the more his anger build, until finally he reached through the snow and allowed his body to change with the mountain beneath. He shook the mountain in anger, causing the snow and ice to crumble down to the town below, burying it and it's people in a deadly avalanche. As he watched the town get buried, he just sighed. It just didn't seem to amuse him anymore, and he doubt anything would until he knew all he had to about the Milena line.