And the streets ran red....(OPEN)

[Raven]

Despite being a winged mutant, she had a very cat-like walk as she made her way down the darkened road and towards the lights and commotion of the rally being held by the flatscans. One booted foot crossing in front of the other; shadows swirling and coming to life with each step she took closer to the rendezvous point for the Friends of Humanity. The shadows caressed and snaked over her form. They grew and danced around her almost giving her the appearance of having a dark aura.

As they partially wrapped around her, Raven gave a pleased sigh and an actual smirk curled the corner of her lip. Sure, she knew now that they were inanimate, but that didn't mean that a part of her still believed they were real. They were the only ones that really understood her. But that wasn't what the smirk was about. Oh no, the smirk was a tell tale sign that there was going to be death coming soon. Very soon.

Magneto might not like what she had planned, but she was restless. And, she wasn't the only one. Anyways, she was known to be a reckless one so he couldn't really get completely rage-filled. He always spoke about how Mutants were better than the flatscans and how flatscans needed to learn their place anyways. As good of an argument as any.

The smirk grew to where both corners of her lips were turned up and the shadows responded by becoming darker. She wasn't alone on her walk to the rally spot of the FOH members. She wasn't the only one that was growing impatient and that felt an interest in sending them a message of who really had the power in the world. She just happened to be the one to convince them to go along. Her wings flared out of excitement, her unable to contain it as they finally got into actual view of the glorified rednecks. At that same moment, the shadows shot out from her to race across the pavement before snatching up several of the stragglers that were on the outer edges of the mob. The flatscans that had been caught up gave out choked and cut short screams as they were gripped by their shadow's necks and dragged back.

[TBC- Brotherhood, the ones that went along get first dibs]

[Silent Clover]

I'll just paint the picture of a perfect place
They got it better than what anyone's told me
They'll be the King of Hearts, and I'm the Queen of Spades
Then they'll fight for me like they were my soldiers
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It seemed like Raven had a plan that would cause some humans to leave their families...for good. Clover couldn't have cared less who perished and who survived, she just enjoyed the random act of violence and the chance for blood. So, for her, it didn't take much convincing before she jumped on board with the plan set in motion. While Raven walked, Clover stalked the rooftops, using her power to drag her skinny body from roof to roof as she watched over the winged beast below. Already Clover had killed quite a few people in her recent massacre at the mall. There was some responses from it, but no one pointed a finger at her. They claimed it was some beefy man that looked like he had been in jail several times rather than claiming that a little girl did it all to those guards. Clover figured it was easier to put a monster as the face of her monster since she seemed too innocent to be a killer. Yet, here she was, stalking the rooftops in search for the blood of the Friends of Humanity group. Sad to believe that all of this was their own fault too.

Today Clover was wearing something that suited the moment that was about to arrive. She was wearing an elegant, black Victorian dress that held silver buttons and chains upon the black fabric that rested over her crimson red long skirt. The skirt held a buckle upon it that was on the front of her dress, going parallel with her body. Her shoulders held two straps while the rest was bare and black, fingerless gloves rested upon her hands. There was also a pair of black boots upon her feet that had nothing special about them, especially since they were being covered by her dress.

As Raven slowed her approach, Clover sat at the edge of the roof and stared at the patrol that was just ahead. They thought themselves better than mutants with their little toys that did nothing. When Raven attacked, Clover sat back and watched the few humans being strangled as she 'pulled' up a lawn chair, which was actually more of a vine throne, and watched as some plants around came to life. An oak tree even uprooted itself from its place, causing those poor humans to practically shit their pants as a large branch swiped through their ranks. It only caught one, but the others held small cuts from the branches cutting them open. The one that got caught was soon splattered against the alleyway wall and turned into a fine red dust and two pieces of what use to be a human.

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[Gambit]

An FOH rally was the main target of the whole attack, that's what he and the rest of the brotherhood members know. What he didn't know was how much civilians are potentially going to get killed because of this. He would be concerned about that, but that wasn't his worry anymore. The cajun had a job, just like the rest of his team mates, and that was to make a little noise. He rode his bike just in time to see the festivities.

On a street right across the rally, he had a nice vantage point of Raven swooping down on the humans as well as clover's powers crushing a good number of them. Now it was his turn. "Time to make things go....boom!" Gambit pulled out a handful of cards from his pockets and charged them up. He saw a number of parked cars on the sidewalks and set the cards loose there. Seconds later, the cards exploded on 2-3 cars, setting them on fire. A minute would be all it take to have them explode themselves.

The cajun put the pedal to the metal and rode off to another street that surrounded the square of his targets. He charged a fist full of cards yet again and let them loose on another set of parked cars on the street he just made a turn on. Just like the first set, the cars were now on fire and would soon explode. The first set of cars did just that, and set the crowd into more of a panci than they did a few seconds ago. A grin crept up his face as he saw that the plan was working to perfection. He chose to just add more mayhem and destruction, not to the body count. It was good enough for him. He rode off from the area and parked his bike a few blocks from the target place.

He felt the cops would be nearing the area soon so he ran up to the nearby building and entered it. He went to the top floor and pulled out his binoculars. The cajun scanned the area for incoming police and when he does, he'll try to take them out from his vantage point. So far so good, he could hear the sirens, but have yet to see them on his sights. They'll come, he knew it. If they will, he was there to stop them on their tracks from his area.

[Sabretooth]

Had he been so inclined, Victor Creed would have skipped down the street like he was moving along the yellow-brick road. The stench of blood, of death, filled his nostrils, his nerve endings tingling at the thought of what fun he might have. He was keeping to the shadows, trying not to draw attention to himself just yet. The police were starting to arrive, which meant that causing panic was the ideal thing to do. He'd just have to be "subtle" about it.

Moving in to an alleyway off of the main gathering place that the Friends of Humanity had used for their congregation, he spotted a young woman, barely nineteen or twenty. She was terrified, her ideas of what it would be like to be one of the "FOH" sadly not meshing with the reality. Raven and the others had done their job, and now it was his turn.

"Please. Please don't hurt me; I didn't mean to- I didn't mean to cause trouble. You're not one of those, those things are you?" She asked, terrified and on the verge of breaking down.

"Don't worry little one. You're not going to have to worry much longer." He told her as he drew closer, enjoying her fear, as if he could taste it.

Her screams, in any other place at any other time, would have been heard loud and clear. This was just the worst possible moment for her, even if she didn't realise it in time.

Stepping out of the alley after he had taken his fill, Creed headed toward a more crowded area, his appetite only satiated in one kind of way. Magneto had told him to keep an eye on the others too, so he DID have incentive.