Three months earlier life had gone to hell for St John Allerdyce. Captured by an antimutant group, he had become the subject of public images of just what such groups do to mutants. Pictures of him beaten, bloodied and abused, tortured for sport and all broadcast for the "amusement" of the mutant hating populace.
The only thing was, it was all fake.
Even his death, well the images of his supposedly dead body, were broadcast with glee. Except one thing. There was no organization doing it. It was a ploy wherein he was sometimes actually hit, other times it was all faked with makeup and camera angles. All to further the mutant cause and discredit antimutant groups.
So it was that he had not said a word to Ava in three months. He was dead, after all. Except he couldn't leave it like that, couldn't let her think that. Eventually he was going to make his triumphant return, overcoming even death by way of hiding from his captures after faking his own death but he couldn't leave Ava to wait for that.
So it was, late into the wee hours, he tapped on her door.
Presumed Dead - I apologize for nothing >.> For Ava
The only thing was, it was all fake.
Even his death, well the images of his supposedly dead body, were broadcast with glee. Except one thing. There was no organization doing it. It was a ploy wherein he was sometimes actually hit, other times it was all faked with makeup and camera angles. All to further the mutant cause and discredit antimutant groups.
So it was that he had not said a word to Ava in three months. He was dead, after all. Except he couldn't leave it like that, couldn't let her think that. Eventually he was going to make his triumphant return, overcoming even death by way of hiding from his captures after faking his own death but he couldn't leave Ava to wait for that.
So it was, late into the wee hours, he tapped on her door.