#themanwhoregenerates

The short, quite innocent-looking girl wore a pair of black skinny jeans with a white button up shirt, black leather jacket over it with high heels- She did need to be at least a bit taller. Keeping her eyes at a light red for any signs of anything odd, she walked to the crime scene, sniffing around quietly. This scent was faint, very faint, but it was there. Human? No. A bit human, but something else. She had never smelled this scent before. This would be another problematic one, wouldn't it? Sighing, she walked away from the scene, looking around. Where could this new being have run off to?

I changed this blog’s name from themanwhoregenerates to the-man-who-regenerates. My tag will remain the same. 

         “--finding out your name would be a good start.         You never said, I mean. Who you are.”

"Doctor..." Mel said quietly, keeping the phone close to her face. "...I'm being followed by someone......someone bad."

          "Why does this keep happening to me?" It was a cry of despair from a man bent over, picking up fallen groceries up from the sidewalk. The woman at the market never double-bagged his groceries, even though he always asked her to, and then they'd inevitably split open on his walk home. Rory, dressed light despite the chilly afternoon, was just grabbing for a runaway can of cat food when someone walked by and nearly stepped on his loaf of bread. "Oi! Can you be careful there, mate? The poor bread's already flat enough as is," Rory spoke to the converse that he was at eye level with. Odd things kept happening around him lately; a lot of unlucky things, and Rory was beginning to suspect something amiss was going on. Perhaps he'd been cursed. That happened to regular blokes, didn't it? Nasty thing, those curses.

Peter was snooping, yet again, in the building of OSCORP. Curiosity always led him this way, and today, OSCORP spiked his interest when he learned there were people being experimented on inside. He needed more information. He had to find out where in OSCORP this was happening, so he climbed the building, trying to remain as inconspicuous as possible. Finding a window that was open, the suited teen squeezed inside of the building. He crawled on the ceiling, for he knew there would be security cameras. Spider-Man looked around the dark room he'd found himself in. There had to be a filing cabinet or computer around here that contained the information he was looking for. He crawled through the empty, dark hallway. Peter found it interesting that there weren't any people wandering around. Then again, he was on one of the highest floors of the building. He stopped when he saw a computer that someone had idiotically left unlocked. The password was already entered in, and the user hadn't logged out. He dropped down silently and entered the room with the computer. Peter slowly began to snoop around the files, finding information regarding the situation.

"Im sorry, --What?"