<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/33/Wreck_Portrait.jpg)</div><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>  Name:</strong>       Marcus Magnusson<br/>  <strong>Title:</strong>          Wreck [Apocalypse forces Only]<br/>  <strong>Affiliation:</strong>  Resistance<br/>  <strong>Location:</strong>   Los Angeles, Art Museum at the corner of Wilshire Blvd and Fairfax Ave<br/>  <strong>Tags:</strong>          Mid-Knight, Rogue and Thor<br/><br/><br/><br/></span></span><hr/><br/>“I’m not going anywhere.  Pestilence has my sisters and until they are safe and Pestilence is gone, I am not leaving my home.”  Marcus stated quietly.  The rest of them could stay or go.  This fight was obviously more than just Los Angeles and if he would go it alone if he had too.  Thor and Rogue were heroes. They had a world to think of.  The only people Marcus had left were his sisters, he would never leave without them safe.<br/><br/>He knew he had to tell them everything.  It was the right thing to do. If his father were still alive it would be what he would have done.  The big man gave a sign of resignation and nodded his head.  He did know more.  Not much more, but maybe it would be enough and maybe Jake could fill in any recent gaps.  It had been days since he had been to the Campus.<br/><br/>“Let’s go inside.  Maybe we can find a radio or something.  I’ll tell you what I can.” He said turning towards the half derelict Art Museum.  The tall man ducked to get through the hole in the wall that led inside, the others would be able to make it through with ease, at least the ceiling inside was high.<br/><br/>He couldn’t remember the last time he had slept an even his super stamina was beginning to wane some.  He pried away the twisted junk metal around his body with his hands and let it drop to the floor with a series of loud bangs. The lightened load didn’t help much, but it did help.  He found a nearby pile of fallen wall to lean up against and waited for the others to come inside before he spoke.<br/><br/>“I know all of this stuff because I was given Judgement weeks ago.  I think I was one of the first around here, but I can’t be sure.  Only two of us survived out of the twenty of us that were given the injection.”  The memories were too painful for the young man to delve into so he skipped the details of how the school bus he had been on had been taken and the warehouse and the transformation.   That rate hasn’t improved much from what I can tell.<br/><br/>The one like me that survived were split up into groups of anywhere from about four to eight or ten.  We were lead by a mutant.  I do not know where they came from.  The leader of my squad was called Jigsaw.  I think he was from Chicago or something.  Had an accent.  I hate that accent.”  Marcus hated the man too, but that much was obvious by how he spoke.  Most of the other Judgement victims were given things, gear…whatever, to enhance their changes.  They weren’t the same after it either.  My friend Tony was different.  He was changed, like all of it made sense and was a grand idea or something.<br/><br/>I don’t know why it didn’t have the same effect on me, but it didn’t.  I’m sure they would have killed me, but Pestilence brought my sisters to me.  Told me do exactly what she tells me to do or she’ll kill them.”  Marcus looks up for the first time since he started speaking.  There are actual tears in his eyes.  “What was I supposed to do?”  He asked not really expecting an answer.<br/>