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Better Than Coffee; [CLOSED]
Topic Started: Jul 30 2007, 05:45 AM (216 Views)
Cole
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In his travels, Cole had noticed a certain rhythm to life that little towns like Allegany had. It was slower than that of the big city, purposeful yet languid at the same moment. Allegany's occupants had places to be, but they seemed happy to take their time getting there, enjoying the scenery and smelling the flowers, so to speak.

He sat at a table infront of a little sidewalk cafe, but unlike the rest of the patrons he had nothing infront of him at the moment. No coffee, no croissant...he was just sitting. And watching.

No one seemed to really notice him, either, but he took notice of everyone that passed by him. His dark eyes shifted from person to person as they walked along the sidewalk, going wherever it was they wanted to go.

He never seemed to focus on one person for more than a few seconds, that is until his eyes landed on a 20-something man making his way towards the coffee shop. He was dressed nicely enough, in jeans and a polo, but Cole could read the anger and the hatred burning within him...hatred for mutants.

Cole was not really concerned with the plight of mutantkind, but it was the rest of the man's thoughts that caught his attention. His pregnant wife, toddler son, his ill mother, and the responsibility that he was now responsible for all of it weighed heavy on his mind. Oh yes, he would do nicely.

The man's steps faltered for just a split second before he continued on, stopping at the newspaper stand at the corner. Without even smiling at the clerk he bought a Wall Street Journal and the local newspaper, and then proceeded to walk purposefully towards the table where Cole sat, waiting.

As if it was the most natural thing in the world the man handed Cole the newspaper, emptied his pockets of his wallet and cellphone, and promptly walked into traffic, right into the path of an oncoming bus.

Unconcerned with the screams and mayhem that erupted around him, Cole picked up the paper and scanned the front page while simultaneously pocketing the wallet. He glanced up briefly as several cars screeched to a halt, their drivers emptying out into the street, some hoping to try to help the man, others simply stunned by what they had just seen.

There was no helping Cole's victim, however. He lay in a tangled heap a few feet from the front of the truck, limbs mangled and his head twisted at an awkward angle from his neck. A dark pool of blood slowly spread from beneath his body as his eyes stared upwards, glazed and unseeing.

Traffic backed up within the space of a few minutes, and Cole took notice as a businessman stepped out of a sleek blue BMW coupe. He arched a brow slightly. Nice car, he thought to himself, folding the paper and rising from his chair.

He moved fluidly through the crowd and into the intersection. No one noticed him, he made sure of that; they were all too busy trying to subdue the driver of the BMW who had suddenly started violently beating the teenage driver of the car next to him.

During the mayhem Cole slipped into the car and shut the door, throwing it into gear and screeching off down a side-street, leaving the humans to pick up the pieces of his early morning fun.

Ah, violence. It's better than coffee.
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