[ WP ] You and your best friend are part of an association whose job is to hunt down mutants . One day , you learn your best friend is the most powerful mutant to ever live , but he has yet to realize he 's one of them .

I struggled desperately to hold the creature down, slime and grime simultaneously seeping through the crevices of my hand. A stream of sweat slid down my veiny foerarms combining with the creatures putty like exterior. It was a taxing effort, a struggle for both myself and the mutant. It's human brown eyes now transformed into an alien bright yellow. 
 
 An ungodly screech emanated from the creature, its bulging yellow eyes desperately searching for a way out. I stole a quick glance around the room. My best friend was still not here yet. I drew my eyes down, realising my MSA gloves were now fully engulfed in the creatures body. Suddenly the creature stopped squirming, his mouth, or should I say second mouth in the shape of a crescent moon. An unsettling silence followed as I realised my hands and wrists were now stuck. I pulled with all my might but like quicksand it only worsened. How quickly the hunter has become the hunted. The pain was unbearable. Its yellow eyes now beady with a sadistic malice so different from the pitiful bulbs before. Well this is it, I thought, end of the line for agent Joseph just shy of 1 year in the'Mutant Prevention Assosciation''. 
 
 It seemed like quite an embarrassing death being consumed by some sort of putty like animal. I wondered how my friends and family would think of this, the one known for his stoic and intellectual disposition eaten by a slime ball. I thought back to all my previous successful captures. Ranging from beasts with wings, humans with two brains it really disgusted me. Each one of their ugly yellow eyes boring into the depths of your soul. 
 
 I snapped back to reality as my arms seeped deeper and deeper into the creature I kept thinking to get my mind off the incapacitating affliction. I could n't. I heard my elbow pop out followed by a curt snap as my ulna and radius gave way. It was my turn now, I screamed and cursed at the top of my lungs. The torture. I ca n't do it anymore. My mind was getting blurry. Where was my a co-worker, my best friend... 
 
 A satisfying thump resonated throughout the air. I was glad it was n't another bone being broken. My friend had finally arrived. Jackson, my friend from the very start. My eye lolled towards him as his hulking mass punched the creature again and again. The creature finally gave in and released me from it's vice like grip and attempted to squirm away. It was to no avail as Jackson delivered the finishing blow towards the creatures head. He stood there for a moment his fits clenched and then walked calmly towards me. No words were exchanged. I glanced up towards him with the minute amount of strength I had left. His eyes a bright yellow, and with that a fell into a coma. 
 
 
 

