The engine spluttered, surning violently and smashing into a wall. Smoke began to rise from the wreckage as the two men bled out.<br/><br/>Kelly's eyes snapped open, she looked around, the grass surrounding her body had withered and turned brown. She pushed herself off, ignoring Durjaya's presence. She gingerly unwrapped the bandages, revealing the section where she had been shot in, there was a generous amount of blood, yet, the wound had sealed itself by using the lifeforce from the plants around her. Kelly stood slowly, rising to a kneel, then a shaky stand. Her coat was smeared in red, causing her features to snap in annoyance. And who was that boy? A boy, about ten years old, had filled majority of her vision after she was shot. Who was he? He looked familiar, like she had seen someone resembling him quite recently.<br/><br/>The night passed, the trio wandering around, turning roads into craters or small hills, preventing any exit or entrance save by the railway. "Last one," Kelly pointed at a lonely stretch of road, leading out into the mountain range. The explosive dolls had assembled and were waiting to be destroyed.<br/><br/>******<br/><br/>Xavier looked out of the window, seeing men and women gathering at the gate. He looked back at the team, noting that Morbius was not even paying the slightest attention to the commotion outside. "Regulars." The word was enough to send looks of annoyance across some of the faces. Regulars were humans who vehemantly disapproved the altering of genetics. They could be considered as a mob of blind men, seeing that the Demons kidnapped their children constantly.