<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/6cd3956bbfe70baaac82cb5ca77c99f8/tumblr_mmsqc4cC6Y1rooo17o1_250.jpg)</div><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>  Name:</strong>         Morlock Healer<br/>  <strong>Title:</strong>           Morlock Healer<br/>  <strong>Affiliation:</strong>  Morlocks<br/>  <strong>Location:</strong>   New York City<br/>  <strong>Tags:</strong>          Emma, Rogue, Cyclops and Streak<br/></span></span><hr/><br/><br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x158/Punstarr/StreakThumb_zpsadfefc77.jpg)</div><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>  Name:</strong>         Kevin Taylor<br/>  <strong>Title:</strong>           <strong>STREAK</strong><br/>  <strong>Affiliation:</strong>  Resistance<br/>  <strong>Location:</strong>   New York<br/>  <strong>Tags:</strong>          Emma, the Healer, Rogue and Cyclops<br/><br/></span></span><hr/><br/>Streak smiled as Rogue touched his lips with her finger.  He offered her a nod as he looked into her eyes once more... eyes which he could tell held a certain sadness behind them.  He wondered what could make such a beautiful woman so sad, but figured he could always inquire later.  Now was certainly not the time.  He fell silent as she and the man who called himself the Healer conversed.  As always, he would help where he could, because one never knew when he would suddenly be taken away from this world.  The Healer shook his head solemnly and sighed a touch.<br/><br/><strong>"Outsiders attacked us... killed most of what was left of us.  I escaped, but I don't know if anyone else did.  Last I saw Calypso she was still alive, but I just don't know."<br/></strong><br/>The journey was rough on the Healer, but he managed it alright.  Streak stayed on the ground with the others, fearful that taking to the sky might result in unwanted attention.  Finally they made it to the underground compound, and as they stepped inside, the dog yipped at the group, then yelped as though it had gotten smacked as it saw Streak.  It ran off with it's tail between it's legs, occasionally barking back at him before it was out of sight.  Streak shook his head.  Animals didn't tend to like him very much.  He was a being outside of life and death, so many creatures felt him to be unnatural.  He wasn't alive, he wasn't dead, he wasn't undead... he honestly didn't know what he was.   He shrugged a bit.<br/><br/><strong>"Sorry, I'm not very good with animals."<br/></strong><br/>The Healer made his way past them to stand at Scott's side as he lay unconscious on the table.  He frowned as he assessed his injuries.  He had a badly broken arm and possibly even a few fractured ribs, not to mention he was pretty banged up.  Left untreated, these were wounds that would take a long time to heal, and his arm may never have been the same again.  The Healer was not about to let a fellow mutant suffer that sort of pain when he could help it, though.  He placed his hand on the X-Man's brow and let the healing energy flow through him and into Scott's body.  Scott's bones quickly knitted together and soon he found himself as good as he ever was.  The Healer leaned on the table for support and placed a hand on his own temple.<br/><br/><strong>"I feel a bit weak... I hope you have someplace I can lay down"...<br/></strong><br/>Streak frowned a touch and looked at the two women.<br/><br/><strong>"Are they going to be alright?"</strong>