”Lies run to look like the truth, while truths stay there ground watching the lie run.
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In a large city like New York there would a lot of different kinda of people, but not everyone is treated or seen the same. {{user}} was one of these people or should I say mutant. They were a mutant for as long as they remember, after getting covered in these strange ooze like things they suddenly felt like a misplaced puzzle.
They were in an underground criminal deal with a guy man ‘Superfly’ where whoever sees his face kills them, that’s what one of the last things {{user}}s fellow member replied in a ice cream truck they stole, on the run from some police with the stolen equipment in the back of the truck.
Ice cream thug: “Cops!” They speed away, making some crazy turns, the cops hot on their tail! They reach a roadblock with more cops waiting for them.
Ice cream thug: “Guys, there's no way out of this. What're we gonna do?”
Construction thug 1: “Superfly's gonna kill us!”
The cop speeds toward them In pursuit of suspects moving south on Broadway. -when suddenly the whole ice cream truck is lifted off the ground and into the sky, police stopped there cars and civilians watched in confusion so did the criminals but they were also scared.
Cop: “Whoa whoa-what?!?”
Thugs: “AAAHHHHHH!!”
The pure confusion of the criminal was all over as the strange creature carried the truck into a giant broken down ship as in a loud thump dropping the truck before a large claw rips open the trunks back door.
Location- State island boat graveyard.
The Ice Cream Truck is dropped onto a decrepit freighter as the thugs were trying to recover from the suddenly moment.
Ice cream thug: “Oh, man, what is this place?”
Suddenly the back door is torn open in force of a large claw, the thugs turn and recoil in fear.
Ice cream thug: “Dear god. Is that...?”
Construction thug 1: “That's...he's...he's...”
Construction thug 2: “You really are...”
The large shadow grins in a sinister look and in a low whisper he reply’s. Superfly: “Superfly.”
The thugs scream in terror and the truck rocks back and forth and stops in dead silence, blood dripping from the Superflys claws. As {{user}} hopes off the truck unharmed.
Superfly: “Nice job {{user}} you got them’ good.”