Create a Hero RPG GAME THREAD (MOD Approved)

[Byrd Man]

As both heroes dodged and weaved through the dwindling crowd, the Survivor shouted to the Blur over the noise as if the gangsters weren't even there, "So how fast can you go?" The end of his sentence was punctuated as Adam uppercut one of the criminals and sent him flying through the air. "Can you run on water? Run up walls?"

I dodge a gold-plated lightsaber like knife a few dozen times in superspeed before answering Survivor.

"Water I can run on no problem, I've never tried walls, but there's a first time for everything. But-"

I'm cut off, as the lightsaber knife digs into my arm and the punk pulls up, a massive cut appearing on my arm.

"Ahh, dammit!"

I hit the dumbass with my elbow moving at about the speed of sound, so the sick pop of his nose breaking isn't a surprise.

"Okay, now I'm pissed."

My super-metabolism kicks in, the wound heals in a matter of seconds and I'm only left with my tore costume as a reminder. I shot at Survivor as I lay another gang member out with a roundhouse kick.

"Heh. You're not the only one who can heal really, really quick."

 

[Spike_x1]

I dodge a gold-plated lightsaber like knife a few dozen times in superspeed before answering Survivor.

"Water I can run on no problem, I've never tried walls, but there's a first time for everything. But-"

I'm cut off, as the lightsaber knife digs into my arm and the punk pulls up, a massive cut appearing on my arm.

"Ahh, dammit!"

I hit the dumbass with my elbow moving at about the speed of sound, so the sick pop of his nose breaking isn't a surprise.

"Okay, now I'm pissed."

My super-metabolism kicks in, the wound heals in a matter of seconds and I'm only left with my tore costume as a reminder. I shot at Survivor as I lay another gang member out with a roundhouse kick.

"Heh. You're not the only one who can heal really, really quick."

Seeing Blue Blur heal only managed to remind the Survivor why he was here in the first place; FryTech's experiments in the field of cellular regeneration. Witnessing the Blur, Adam was now more confident than ever that he was on the right track.

Out of nowhere, a gleaming mace with a disco ball of its end came swinging towards Survivor's head as he narrowly ducked to avoid it. The attacker came back with another swing, this time coming downward and shattering the gravel into pebbles as Adam flipped out of the way. Probably some sort of kinetic generate in that mace, giving it much more power on impact that should be humanly possible, he thought. Where do morons like this get a hold of these kind of toys?

On the gangster's third attempt at hitting the Survivor, Adam reached up and caught the ball-end of the mace and could feel his hand bruising from the force of the swinging weapon. Just as he was about to say something witty, yet scary, to the criminal, Survivor's eye caught something interesting that was strapped to his attacker's chest. A short range teleporter! It was now painted gleaming white and studded with rhinestones, but the teleportation hardware was unmistakable.

"I remember you." Survivor raised his hand again, this time with his index finger pointing out and ready to poke out the gangster's eye. He listened as the criminal made a number of girlish whimpers, and then let his hand strike out, closing his hand into a fist at the last second and easily knocking the gangster into unconsciousness.

 

[Byrd Man]

Seeing Blue Blur heal only managed to remind the Survivor why he was here in the first place; FryTech's experiments in the field of cellular regeneration. Witnessing the Blur, Adam was now more confident than ever that he was on the right track.

Out of nowhere, a gleaming mace with a disco ball of its end came swinging towards Survivor's head as he narrowly ducked to avoid it. The attacker came back with another swing, this time coming downward and shattering the gravel into pebbles as Adam flipped out of the way. Probably some sort of kinetic generate in that mace, giving it much more power on impact that should be humanly possible, he thought. Where do morons like this get a hold of these kind of toys?

On the gangster's third attempt at hitting the Survivor, Adam reached up and caught the ball-end of the mace and could feel his hand bruising from the force of the swinging weapon. Just as he was about to say something witty, yet scary, to the criminal, Survivor's eye caught something interesting that was strapped to his attacker's chest. A short range teleporter! It was now painted gleaming white and studded with rhinestones, but the teleportation hardware was unmistakable.

"I remember you." Survivor raised his hand again, this time with his index finger pointing out and ready to poke out the gangster's eye. He listened as the criminal made a number of girlish whimpers, and then let his hand strike out, closing his hand into a fist at the last second and easily knocking the gangster into unconsciousness.

My knuckles scrap across the last member's cheek and he falls to the ground with hard thump. Only Survivor and I are left standing...

"Well the was...fun.....so....you're like the second superhero I've met and since the first one was obviously too young to do it..."

I slip my mask off and let it hang off my back.

"Wanna grab a beer or something?"

 

[Spike_x1]

With his cape once again calmly draped all over him, the Survivor looked at Matt Byrd's face and smiled under his mask. "Yeah." He looked at the sea of groaning and unconscious gang members on the ground all around them. In a fluid motion, Survivor reached down and stole a few twenty-dollar bills from one of the gangster's pockets. "Sure."

 

[Byrd Man]

With his cape once again calmly draped all over him, the Survivor looked at Matt Byrd's face and smiled under his mask. "Yeah." He looked at the sea of groaning and unconscious gang members on the ground all around them. In a fluid motion, Survivor reached down and stole a few twenty-dollar bills from one of the gangster's pockets. "Sure."

Later.....

Paddy's Pub is one of the best waterholes on the south side and the place to go for a wee bit of Guiness. So that explains why two superheroes are sitting at the bar knocking beers back.

I'm on my thirteenth beer by now, superfast metabolism I might remind you it take alot to get me ****-faced.

I take another swig out of my glass and turn on the bar stool towards Survivor, he's still got his mask on and rolled up enough to where he can sip his beer.

"So, what's your story man? Everyone knows my story, busted knee, experiment...yadda-yadda-yadda superhero. But, what about you? What made you want to put on a cape and longjohns?"

 

[Spike_x1]

Later.....

Paddy's Pub is one of the best waterholes on the south side and the place to go for a wee bit of Guiness. So that explains why two superheroes are sitting at the bar knocking beers back.

I'm on my thirteenth beer by now, superfast metabolism I might remind you it take alot to get me ****-faced.

I take another swig out of my glass and turn on the bar stool towards Survivor, he's still got his mask on and rolled up enough to where he can sip his beer.

"So, what's your story man? Everyone knows my story, busted knee, experiment...yadda-yadda-yadda superhero. But, what about you? What made you want to put on a cape and longjohns?"

Adam signaled for another beer and looked at Blur. "Meh, one day I woke up without any memory and chained to a tree in the wilderness. I broke free, made my way to Lost Haven, and then found out that someone's been pulling some major strings to put my face in the news as a 'wanted' man." The beer came and Survivor took a long sip. Putting the bottle down, he turned back to Byrd. "On top of that, some *****ebag called the "Reaper" has been sending a number of supervillains my way to try their luck at killing me. And, I kid you not, some magical dude wearing sunglasses gave me this costume that mends itself whenever I get torn to shreds," said Adam as he gestured by tugging a bit on his suit's sleeve. "And he also pointed me on the track to finding out about my origins,"

 

[Cyrusbales]

Chapter 18: Ezekial pt.2



That really hurt. Not so much the punch as much as the impact, but still. My energy has little effect, so I'm gonna have to do this a little differently.

"That's if the heat can catch the bones!"

I then performed a flying strike with both hands, showcasing both of my hereditary abilities of flight and strength. The hit caused the villain to crash into a smokestack atop a factory. He tried to quickly retaliate, but I came up with a strong punch from behind. It continued into a barrage of strengthy hits that kept him occupied, until in a flash he countered and turned the fight around briefly. I had to fire a blackbolt to get him off. With a steady ground, he could use his strength with ease, but in the air, it might be a little more difficult for him.

"Let's see if you can fly!" and at the speed of a bullet I took to the sky. I was curious to see what this guy has in his arsenal of powers.

EZEKIEL

Ezekiel was toying with him, seeing if his powers were worhty of adding to his own. Gracefully lifting himself off of the ground with poise and majesty, he took to the air to meet the young 'hero'.

Blacklight's surprise to see his foe's skill in the air was definately apparent. Surging forward, the the young one slammed into his mysterious opponent, trailing through the air together, a slight shift in body weight was all it would take for Ezekiel to twist the boy into one of the skyscrapers.

The crunching sound of Blacklight making contact with concrete, steel and brick filled the empty streets, but he was not fnished. Hovering back towards the hooded figure with blue heat shimmering around his forearms, this young man was begining to realise he was out of his depth.

 

[ElectroFlare]

Well, that was different. I did see that the tentacle was drawing away from my hair-spray flame thrower. Unfortunately, I was out.

Just then helicopters flew overhead and men dropped out, launching flames at the tentacled freak. It was drawing back, however the portal didn't close.

"You! Give me that radio!" I yelled as I took the radio off of one man's back.

"This is the Spirit of America. Get this area completely evactuated immediately. We have to blow this place to hell to get rid of this thing." I shouted into the radio as the monster's screams began to engulf the entire area.

And I could see more behind it.

"Is there no alternative?" A cackling voice asked.

"NO! DROP SOME C4 now! Napalm, anything!" I yelled as I dodged an outstretch tentacle.

An explosion in a heavily civilized area. That would be one hell of a sight.

"Give that to me!" I yelled to one soldier and took his flame thrower.

"Drawback! Incoming fire!" I yelled to everyone this time. They retreated without hesitation, I stayed to continue spraying fire at the enemy.

A plane shot past overhead and I could hear the bomb dropping.

I prayed to God that no one was still in the area.



The bomb hit. Even my ears heard nothing. My eyes saw nothing but light, then dark.

And it was over.

 

[NiteMare Shape]

Icon​

Scott and Nicole are sitting on the sofa in their apartment watching TV, enjoying a plate of nachos that Scott had made in preparation for a nice, low key evening at home. Unfortunately that is not to be.

"We interrupt this program with BREAKING NEWS!"

"Oh, now what?" is all Nicole can say before the news anchor begins to speak.

"This is Tania Silva with WCMH 23 Action News. I'm standing in Overview Park, where just a short while ago two young women were taken at gunpoint. While details remain sketchy, what we do know from eyewitness reports is that an armed gunman forcefully took these two young women, who have been identified as Keri Jacobs and Nina Patel. Eyewitnesses claim that the assailant climbed through these woods and forced the two women, along with their male companions out of their cars. Police have confirmed that one of the young men, Jake Stevens is in serious but stable condition at Lost Haven Memorial Hospital. The other young man was pronounced dead at the scene, apparently shot to death. Now, authorities are withholding his identity until the family can be notified."

"That's just..." Scott began before the reporter broke back in.

"Okay, I'm being told that police have located the vehicle that the gunman is driving, and we're going to be going to a live feed from the 23 Action News helicopter."

The images from the helicopter showed the gunman's car, along with the two girls racing along the highway with police hot on their trail.

"Now as you can see, police are taking every.........."

Before the reporter said the next word, Scott had changed out of his civilian clothes, and Icon was on his way to end this ordeal.

Across the city, Keri and Nina sat huddled together in the back seat of the car. Before today these two girls did not even know each other, the only thing they in common that they shared being that they both attend Lost Haven State University. But now they were huddled together, trying to comfort one another. Neither knowing if the girl next to her is going to be the last thing she sees. Nina stops sobbing long enough to start yelling hysterically at the kidnapper.

"Let us go! Pease, just let us go!" She cried at the top of her lungs.

"Just SHUT UP or I'll just f@#%ing kill you right here!" The gunman screamed back at her.

The gunman alternated looking in the rearview mirror between the two girls and the ever increasing number of police cruisers that were following behind the car.

Suddenly there is a loud exploding sound, and he loses control of the car as the tires are blown out by a spike strip that the police had laid down on the road. The car spins out of control before finally coming to a stop. All three people in the car sit dazed for a moment before the gunman regains his composure.

He reaches into the back and grabs Keri by the hair. "OUT OF THE CAR NOW! BOTH OF YOU!!" he shouts as he forces both girls out of the car.

He points his gun at the girls, then waves it at the police, threatening everyone in the area. The police stand there, with their guns drawn but not able to shoot because the gunman is using the girls as a human shield.
More than one officer found it absurd that this gunman, as large as he was, was using these two much smaller girls as a human shield.

The gunman continued waving the gun around, shouting demands at the police. He knew that they wouldn't dare fire at him as long as he had these two girls hostage, and although he was so nervous that sweat was pouring down his face, staining his gray T-shirt that was two sizes too small, he was gaining a bit of confidence.

Suddenly Keri jumped at him, grabbing his hair and pulling what was left of it. She was ripping at his hair and scratching him in the face with her fingernails. Her attack took him by surprise, but he quickly overpowered her, tossing her to the ground. He grabbed Nina pulling her close to him, using her as a shield as he lowered the gun at Keri. He said something to her under his breath and pulled the trigger.

As the bullet exploded out of the gun in Keri's direction, there was a blue and silver streak that seemingly came out of nowhere and stopped between the gunman and Keri. Icon stood there as the bullet bounced harmlessly off his chest. The gunman did a double take, and fired three more shots at Icon, all of which had the same result.

"This ends now. Put down the gun and give yourself up." Icon said to the man. And he did as he was told. He dropped the gun and staggered back a few feet, staring at the hero who had seemingly appeared out of nowhere. Then he clutched his chest and fell to the ground.

The police took the girls away from car and had them checked out by the EMT's at the scene before they were taken to the hospital for further evaluation. And the EMT's worked on the gunman at the site for a long time, long after Icon had left the scene. But there was nothing that they could do, he would never hurt another person again.

 

[Byrd Man]

Adam signaled for another beer and looked at Blur. "Meh, one day I woke up without any memory and chained to a tree in the wilderness. I broke free, made my way to Lost Haven, and then found out that someone's been pulling some major strings to put my face in the news as a 'wanted' man." The beer came and Survivor took a long sip. Putting the bottle down, he turned back to Byrd. "On top of that, some *****ebag called the "Reaper" has been sending a number of supervillains my way to try their luck at killing me. And, I kid you not, some magical dude wearing sunglasses gave me this costume that mends itself whenever I get torn to shreds," said Adam as he gestured by tugging a bit on his suit's sleeve. "And he also pointed me on the track to finding out about my origins,"

"Ahh, okay. So it's your basic boy wakes up and has no memory, boy goes to big town, boy meets arch villian and some magic dude, boy wears magical costume and becomes a supehero story?"

I take another swig of my beer and grab a handful of beer nuts to munch on.

"You know, seeing your powers worked reminded me of that serum Dr. Brown gave me. It was suppose to just repair the knee I blew out playing football. It did that and then some..."

 

[Blacklight]

Blacklight
Chapter 19: Ezekiel pt.3

EZEKIEL

Ezekiel was toying with him, seeing if his powers were worhty of adding to his own. Gracefully lifting himself off of the ground with poise and majesty, he took to the air to meet the young 'hero'.

Blacklight's surprise to see his foe's skill in the air was definately apparent. Surging forward, the the young one slammed into his mysterious opponent, trailing through the air together, a slight shift in body weight was all it would take for Ezekiel to twist the boy into one of the skyscrapers.

The crunching sound of Blacklight making contact with concrete, steel and brick filled the empty streets, but he was not fnished. Hovering back towards the hooded figure with blue heat shimmering around his forearms, this young man was begining to realise he was out of his depth.

The pain in my back was throbbing, but I wasn't quitting anytime soon. I've been a hero for three years, and I've been through worse pain than this. Physically and emotionally... Back on task, Jon. How do I beat this guy? He's tough, and I don't use that word to describe bad guys that often. I've definately underestimated him. Why of all crappy days did I have to get a badass villain who's hard to beat instead of someone weak, like Kalamari-Man or Racoon, or Prod, that stupid guy with the cattle prod sticks. But nooooooooo. I had to get a leviathon. I had to take this fight to the next level. I then reached in my utility belt for my indestructible diamond yo-yo and spun it around fast behind me in a wide arc, like helicopter blades.

"Hah. Such a childish toy..."

Then I swiftly used the yo-yo to give him an uppercut to the chin.

"A toy that hurts!"

(OOC: Battle music. Just press play, pay no attention to the vid (or hide by pressing the "Show" button again while the music still plays), and listen while you read. The songs I pick go with the mood of the fight. I'll definately do this more often too.)


As he felt the pain in his chin where I struck him, the smirk on his face quickly turened into a snarl. I definately pissed him off with that. He tried to react by reaching for the yo-yo...

"Sorry..." I said as I pulled the yo-yo from his reach, and started turning in a 360 spin, the yo-yo following, until I stopped where my turn started, and the centrifugal force caused the yo-yo's equally indestrutible string to wrap around my opponent's torso before he could blink, binding him in place like a lasso.

"...but this toy is not made for children under the age of three!" I said in a witty teasing tone. Using my strength, I pulled the enemy towards me, and kicked him in the abdomen, then I started to spin around, yo-yo still bound to the man and following my movement, and it started to swing him around with me. We were both twirling around and around, over and over, increasing in speed and pace. We were both concentrating hard to strategize a way outdo each other, but the upper hand was mine. Before he knew it, my yo-yo released from him, causing him to rocket into a building nearby. Smoke and debris following the impact. With a quick flick, while I had some time, I re-raveled my yo-yo and put it back in my utility belt pocket. Then I pulled out my trusty staff, extending it as I did so. Being as how diamond, and only diamond (go figure), can absorb my blacklight energy to enhance it's own properties, I energized my palms and watched as the normally clear staff ends turned into a crystalline blackish. From the dust cloud came the assailant at a speed faster than my own. He charged at me fast, and I was ready with my staff blocking any chance he has of hitting me right away, but to my surprise, he came to a halt, a few inches away from my face. His eyes were burning bright blue, and his forearms were on fire. He started to attack, but I blocked every hit with my staff. It was happening so fast, but in a matter of seconds he knocked the staff from my hand and it fell to the very distant ground, so I mimicked what he did a few moments ago, and let my eyes and hands flow with energy. So much so that my white pupils were completely shrouded in black energy, and my hands became white outlined silhouettes in the clouds of power surrounding them. Both of our eyes were dead locked onto each other, until he broke free and threw the first punch, but I caught it with my corresponding hand, and he followed up with his other hand, but I also caught that one too. He started to push, both of our hands latched, black and blue energy reacting. His strength became overwhelming. I started to go down, him continuing his push. I needed to land so I had some friction. I let the fall continue until we reached one of the Richter Towers' rooves. I then alowed myself to plant my sneakers down to the ground as much as I could. The hooded criminal took a lesson and ddi the same. It was now purely just a test. A test of strength. The energies surrounding or clenched hands started to glow white from the combination. I had to concentrate so hard that it became harder to talk.

"What's......your........name!?! RRAAGHHH!!!!"

He didn't answer. Instead, he used the oppurtunity to try to overpower me. I tried to resist but I couldn't do it. He used so much force that a tiny shockwave from the sudden clash pushed me back and I crashed into the ground. The man slowly approached. He took steady steps. He finally reached me, about to deliver the final blow to my weakened body, but I had a couple seconds window to press my weapons' calling button. The figure took notice of my staff levitating through the air and hitting him in the chest as it returned to my hand. I had gotten back up and jabbed him in the gut with my staff, then tripped him from behind with it, causing him to fall, and before he knew it, my foot was on his neck. I had put away my staff and held my fists over his head in case he had tried to escape.

"Now. I'm gonna ask you again. Who the F**K ARE YOU!?!?!"

 

[Karem-Knight]

Lost Haven:

The war was drawing ever so closer to it’s start, Franco could almost taste it, and it wasn’t good, right now the Carlos were on the look out looking for any reason to star a war with the Zanos, everyone was on their side, the FBI had to many others to worry about that the mob was at the bottom of the list, Frankie had to make some calls.

Right now the entire family was in danger, everyone in the family, not just in Lost Haven, but people in Las Vegas and especially Miami. Franco went to the payphone just outside the Malibu to call, Johnny Maroni, aka “Fat Johnny” he grew up in Lost Haven and made a name for himself in the city, but Franco sent him to run things down in Miami, now the Maroni crew run parts of the city, but now, Franco needed one of his best guys that he hasn’t seen in years to rush down to Haven.

He awaited the phone eagerly, Johnny then picked up.

“Hello?”

“Hey Johnny, it’s Frankie.”

“Frankie, it’s been to ****ing long man, yeah everything’s doing fine here in Miami, sales are going great and everything.”

“Ok, that’s great Johnny, that’s why I let you go there 15 years ago, but, listen, you already know the **** down up here don’t you?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Look, I’m afraid for you and your crew’s safety so I need you to come back to here urgently, Carlos have places in Miami, you get one of your guys to run things for a while and you come back here for that time all right?”


“ummm.”

“What? What’s the matter?”

“Well, Come on Frank, I’ve got my family down here, I mean, what if something happens you know? What am I going to tell them?”

“Tell them you’re on business.”

“I haven’t been in business for 15 years, hell I haven’t seen you in three! Come on Fr…”

“Would you rather that they see you in the morgue!? No! tell them I sent you personally, you’re one of my best guys Johnny, I can’t risk you dying on me, now I need you to take some of your stuff that’s stored in the ware house into Haven, my private jet will be waiting for you, I’m sending Luigi to come and meet you, you two meet then that’s it and you come to Lost Haven. No one except you and who ever is your second in command is down in Miami, and your family can know that you’re not in Miami, you understand?”

“Yeah, all right.”

“Ok, I’ll see you tomorrow morning, meet me in the Malibu, I’m sorry our reunion had to be this way Johnny.”

“It’s ok!”

Franco hung up the phone, he soon thought to himself why he didn’t make Johnny under boss instead of Jackie? Luigi is a perfect Conisglere but Jackie, he’s always been just the dirty work guy.

Then again, Jackie can’t run a crew. Franco headed back to the Malibu, backstage and saw Luigi sitting down playing cards with Benny Givo,

“Hey Luigi, you’re still going to Miami tomorrow right?”


“Yeah of course.”

“Okay.”

Franco had something on his mind, the rat to the Carlos was still in the ranks of the family, Franco still hadn’t found him, he then looked at Luigi.

“Hey Benny could you give us a minute!”

Benny nodded and put his cards down and went backstage.

“What’s up Frankie?”

“This whole, RAT, business, it’s driving me nuts, we whacked that Garry kid, but still the Carlos are one step ahead of us all the time, there’s got to be someone else, someone, higher!”

“What a made guy?”

“No, not just a made guy, a captain, maybe? Either way someone close to us is ratting to the Carlos, I don’t know who but, can you ask Jackie to send some guys to check up who’s talking to the Carlos?”

All of a sudden it occurred to him.

“Where is Jackie?”

“He’s down somewhere in the south sorting out some guy who hasn’t paid back protection money, I don’t know why, but eh.”

“Ok.”

Franco got up and went back outside.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Lu.”

Franco went outside and headed to his car, he needed to think, even just walking like this made him nervous, the rat could be anyone, maybe all of them, maybe Luigi, Jackie, Johnny, the other Johnny, Benny, Paulie, Joey! There could be anyone, but who could it be? Maybe they’re all in it, maybe someone could be plotting against Frankie but then.

Franco shook his head and went to his car as he continued his way he accidentally stepped on a already dead rat’s head.

“Ugh!”

The rat’s squished face now made a funny face, Franco continued on walking back to his car.

 

[Apprentice]

Divine Intervention:
The Origin Of A Hero
PART TWO
​

The first thing that hit Godfrey when he entered the bakery along Rue de Algeres was the overwhelming scent of copper. Then there was the coldness, the stillness of the dark chamber; and finally, the dark red liquid that coated the floor and walls. He wandered into the room, tears dripping from his jaw as he resisted the urge to throw up. His eyes fluttered closed and he began to silently pray, but no feeling of comfort descended upon him. What kind of a God, after all, would accept the pleas of a tratior? Of, essentially, a murderer? He swallowed hard and crumpled to the ground, trying so hard to just sob himself to an eternal sleep...but nothing came. There was no emotional energy left within him to expend. And so, he simply sat there, still and silent -- until, of course, the door was thrust open behind him, and a familiar figure stepped in. He was tall and had a regal air about him; his long white robes were marked with a deeply violet crucifix, matching the symbol that was dangling from his neck.

"Lord Dumas..." Godfey choked out, momentarily relieved before his emotional burden came tumbling back down upon him.

"Godfrey de Payens," Dumas intoned softly, his voice resounding throughout the room. "What occurred here? Why do you live, and all others of your legion wallow in Purgatory?"

Godrey trembled as he struggled to rise before his lord. Dumas had been the head of this legion, as well as three others; surely, God would present him with the power necessary to punish the traitor! "Oh, my lord...I betrayed them! I surrendered to the temptations of the Devil himself! Please, end my life! Please!"

Dumas' expression twisted into an enraged sneer. He edged forwards, his robes shuffling about his person. He raised his palms upwards and spoke slowly, his voice faltering with fury. "I came here to ferry the souls of the dead. Instead, I am confronted with the murderer that condemned them to their gruesome fates...and he expects me to grant him retribution." He paused, leaning closer to his shivering subject. His tone grew deadly cold. "I will teach you, boy, that there are fates far worse than death. I will subject you to immortality, and even as guilt wears away your soul, your body will remain fresh and young."

His eyes fluttered closed, and he began to speak in an alien, mystical tongue. Energy began to coalesce at his fingertips, striking out and flowing into Godfrey. He felt a painful tingling sensation spider through his body, lifting him slowly into the air and tearing through every nerve he possessed. The terrible, sinister chanting continued as Godrey ascended higher and higher. His sobs and wails grew louder, but only within his own mind; fear had silenced his throat, and he merely thrashed against the spell as it moved through him. Then, abruptly, it all stopped, and he dropped unceremoniously to the deck with a cry. Dumas, seemingly spent from the event, knelt beside Godfrey and whispered into his ear:

"May your soul rot without your body, you sickening little welp."​

 

[Cyrusbales]

Blacklight
Chapter 19: Ezekiel pt.3



The pain in my back was throbbing, but I wasn't quitting anytime soon. I've been a hero for three years, and I've been through worse pain than this. Physically and emotionally... Back on task, Jon. How do I beat this guy? He's tough, and I don't use that word to describe bad guys that often. I've definately underestimated him. Why of all crappy days did I have to get a badass villain who's hard to beat instead of someone weak, like Kalamari-Man or Racoon, or Prod, that stupid guy with the cattle prod sticks. But nooooooooo. I had to get a leviathon. I had to take this fight to the next level. I then reached in my utility belt for my indestructible diamond yo-yo and spun it around fast behind me in a wide arc, like helicopter blades.

"Hah. Such a childish toy..."

Then I swiftly used the yo-yo to give him an uppercut to the chin.

"A toy that hurts!"

(OOC: Battle music. Just press play, pay no attention to the vid (or hide by pressing the "Show" button again while the music still plays), and listen while you read. The songs I pick go with the mood of the fight. I'll definately do this more often too.)


As he felt the pain in his chin where I struck him, the smirk on his face quickly turened into a snarl. I definately pissed him off with that. He tried to react by reaching for the yo-yo...

"Sorry..." I said as I pulled the yo-yo from his reach, and started turning in a 360 spin, the yo-yo following, until I stopped where my turn started, and the centrifugal force caused the yo-yo's equally indestrutible string to wrap around my opponent's torso before he could blink, binding him in place like a lasso.

"...but this toy is not made for children under the age of three!" I said in a witty teasing tone. Using my strength, I pulled the enemy towards me, and kicked him in the abdomen, then I started to spin around, yo-yo still bound to the man and following my movement, and it started to swing him around with me. We were both twirling around and around, over and over, increasing in speed and pace. We were both concentrating hard to strategize a way outdo each other, but the upper hand was mine. Before he knew it, my yo-yo released from him, causing him to rocket into a building nearby. Smoke and debris following the impact. With a quick flick, while I had some time, I re-raveled my yo-yo and put it back in my utility belt pocket. Then I pulled out my trusty staff, extending it as I did so. Being as how diamond, and only diamond (go figure), can absorb my blacklight energy to enhance it's own properties, I energized my palms and watched as the normally clear staff ends turned into a crystalline blackish. From the dust cloud came the assailant at a speed faster than my own. He charged at me fast, and I was ready with my staff blocking any chance he has of hitting me right away, but to my surprise, he came to a halt, a few inches away from my face. His eyes were burning bright blue, and his forearms were on fire. He started to attack, but I blocked every hit with my staff. It was happening so fast, but in a matter of seconds he knocked the staff from my hand and it fell to the very distant ground, so I mimicked what he did a few moments ago, and let my eyes and hands flow with energy. So much so that my white pupils were completely shrouded in black energy, and my hands became white outlined silhouettes in the clouds of power surrounding them. Both of our eyes were dead locked onto each other, until he broke free and threw the first punch, but I caught it with my corresponding hand, and he followed up with his other hand, but I also caught that one too. He started to push, both of our hands latched, black and blue energy reacting. His strength became overwhelming. I started to go down, him continuing his push. I needed to land so I had some friction. I let the fall continue until we reached one of the Richter Towers' rooves. I then alowed myself to plant my sneakers down to the ground as much as I could. The hooded criminal took a lesson and ddi the same. It was now purely just a test. A test of strength. The energies surrounding or clenched hands started to glow white from the combination. I had to concentrate so hard that it became harder to talk.

"What's......your........name!?! RRAAGHHH!!!!"

He didn't answer. Instead, he used the oppurtunity to try to overpower me. I tried to resist but I couldn't do it. He used so much force that a tiny shockwave from the sudden clash pushed me back and I crashed into the ground. The man slowly approached. He took steady steps. He finally reached me, about to deliver the final blow to my weakened body, but I had a couple seconds window to press my weapons' calling button. The figure took notice of my staff levitating through the air and hitting him in the chest as it returned to my hand. I had gotten back up and jabbed him in the gut with my staff, then tripped him from behind with it, causing him to fall, and before he knew it, my foot was on his neck. I had put away my staff and held my fists over his head in case he had tried to escape.

"Now. I'm gonna ask you again. Who the F**K ARE YOU!?!?!"

EZEKIEL

"Your worst ******ng nightmare".

With that, a flaring ripple of flames knocked the youngster into the air, catching him by the throat in mid-ascent, Ezekiel streamed upwards to the sky, clouds dissappearing below as the atmosphere thinned until there was no breath to take for young Blacklight.

Falling back to Earth, the hero was beaten. Ezekiel had made him push his powers to see how worthwhile they'd be to posses. Before chasing the unconscious body down to the ground for the final rending of flesh, something peeked his interest. A spark of power that certainly intrigued his senses. So much so that he left the boy's plight alone and headed for this newly discovered individual.

 

[Spike_x1]

"Ahh, okay. So it's your basic boy wakes up and has no memory, boy goes to big town, boy meets arch villian and some magic dude, boy wears magical costume and becomes a supehero story?"

I take another swig of my beer and grab a handful of beer nuts to munch on.

"You know, seeing your powers worked reminded me of that serum Dr. Brown gave me. It was suppose to just repair the knee I blew out playing football. It did that and then some..."

"That's actually why I'm here." Adam put the now empty bottle down onto the bar and pulled his mask back down to cover his mouth again. "The trail of figuring out just where the hell I came from has led me here, to Chicago." He turned and looked the Blue Blur in the eye. "To you and Frytech." The Survivor's eyes narrowed as his true focus and motives became obvious to Matt Byrd for the first time.

 

[Byrd Man]

"That's actually why I'm here." Adam put the now empty bottle down onto the bar and pulled his mask back down to cover his mouth again. "The trail of figuring out just where the hell I came from has led me here, to Chicago." He turned and looked the Blue Blur in the eye. "To you and Frytech." The Survivor's eyes narrowed as his true focus and motives became obvious to Matt Byrd for the first time.

"Huh? What are you talking about? You think Phil and Dr. Brown had something to do with you?"

I put down my beer and look over at Survivor. I scratch my chin as I look away.

"You know, Dr. Brown is the one who created the serum. He told me before he used to work with the goverment. I never asked him anything more about it because I didn't want to know, frankly."

I take a long sip from my beer and look back at him.

"You think he might have something to do with it? You might know someone who fits his description, he's about six feet tall, brownish hair, Horn-Rimmed Glasses?"

 

[Feature]

AGNUS DEI
Season I - Part 4


The amnesiac stumbled into the alley outside the church and began to angrily weep. He tasted his salty tears as they rolled into his screaming mouth. He reached up and grabbed the heavy steel helmet that covered his head. He pulled on it hard and felt incredible pain in his chest where the screws had been driven through. He didn't think he could remove the helmet without killing himself.

Frustrated, he fell to his knees and slammed both fists into the ground. He was astonished when the pavement below crumbled from the impact. It was as though the ground had been made of sand. He ran his finger along the cement, pressing firmly. It was solid. Nothing strange about it. How then was he able to shatter it so easily? How?

"I imagine you are quite confused at the moment."

The amnesiac whirled around and found the source of this voice. A man in a dark trenchcoat and hat, wearing strange goggles.

"Who are you?"

"Telling you that would only get us both in more trouble." The man replied.

The amnesiac stood and faced the stranger.

"Do you know me?"

"Yes. I know you, I know what's been done to you, and I know who did it."

The amnesiac's heart began beating rapidly.

"Who the hell are you? Tell me what you know!"

"We don't have time for that now. They're watching me. The more time I spend with you, the more likely it is they'll come. And you do not want them to come."

"Yes I do!"

"No you don't, my friend. They're looking for you. If you want to remain free to figure this thing out, you'd better lay low."

"Who are they? Tell me, Goddamnit!"

"Relax. I am not your enemy. I am trying to help you."

"Then help me! Tell me who you are!"

"In time. Be patient... and remember to stay hidden. If you don't stay hidden, they will take you back."

The amnesiac swallowed hard.

"Please... who am I?"

The stranger frowns. He looks genuinely sad.

"Patience."

The stranger pulls a small device out of his pocket and throws it to the ground. A thick screen of smoke conceals him, and when it dissipates, he is gone.

The amnesiac is left more confused than ever.

 

[trustyside-kick]

Allow Raphael to Assist You

What just happened? I'm...I feel...different. Everything feels...different.

The sunlight. There's that...there's that warm sunlight striking my skin once again. I've never felt the sun so warm before. It's almost as if I'm--WOAH!

Michael starts to panic as he sees he is not touching the ground, but actually floating high up in the sky. Just below him are some low clouds, and he veers to his left and sees the gorgeous sunset. He looks down at himself, and he wears garments and clothing he does not recognize.

"What's going on? Why am I--"

That's when I touch my back. Last thing I remember, was this unexplainable pain upon my back. I run my fingers down my back and I almost freak out even more. The scar. The burn. It's...there still. It wasn't some hallucination. If the pain is all but gone, why do I still feel some warm--

Fire? No, it isn't. If it were fire, it would burn my fingers. This feels almost...soothing as it is tingly. None of this makes sense. I'm not some superhero. I shouldn't be flying or floating or levitating...whatever the heck it is I am doing! Did I miss when I mysteriously was bitten by some radioactive spider? Or was it some freaked out scientific experiment? I'm Michael Angelo...I'm supposed to be normal.

"The test, Michael..."

"Who's there?"

I look around, but I see no one. The wierdest part was it was so faint of a whisper, it was almost as if they were right behind me. But there's no one. That's when it hits me in the nuts. Bath Kol. The Archangel. It really is real. Is this...it?

Funny, when you go to the movies to watch some superhero flick, and you as the audience feel the main character going through this transformation is ditsy or dumb; that, or struck with amnesia. But try being in the front seat; wearing a seatbelt doesn't help you from the crash.

My role as the Archangel...and Bath Kol comes to mind. He said someone's life was endangered, and somehow it is supposed to be some test for me. Great. God is supposed to be watching my back and he pressures me like this? What does he mean a life is going to be endangered? I...I'm not hero.

Michael descends from the clouds and struggles as he gets used to manuvering in the sky with his apparent fire wings. He descends into the streets, and luckily does not cause a scene. It's only sunset, and most people are not out and about just yet. He walks past an electronic store and turns towards the window, seeing his reflection.

"...Woah."

As he continues to look at the window, he watches himself as he tries to grab onto the white firey wings which previously allowed him flight, and sees his hands passing through them without harm; just a tingly little touch instead.

"Okay...I believe now."

Bath Kol's image becomes visible in the reflection of the window Michael still stares at, but Michael is still in awe of his own image to become stunned by the unexpected visit. While Bath Kol appears to be behind Michael, his voice is as faint as a whisper to the point of barely audible.

"Then you know what you must do, Michael. Forgive me for forcing your first transformation upon you...but you simply cannot waste time. You have a task ahead of you today, Michael. You are running late."

"Bath Kol?"

I turn around...he's not there. Swift guy he is--er...angel. This is way too wierd for me right now. He just expects me to put all this awkwardness aside? Why is all this weight being put upon my shoulders?

A scream is audible from a distance, and Michael turns in reaction. He tries to figure out where the scream came from, and starts running.

Wait a second. I was just flying...how the heck does this work? As if it came naturally, I merely sprint a short distance, jump into the air hoping the most typical cliche that comes to mind works, and my wings take me up in the sky. I fly high above the city, trying to locate the person in distress.

 

[Spike_x1]

"Huh? What are you talking about? You think Phil and Dr. Brown had something to do with you?"

I put down my beer and look over at Survivor. I scratch my chin as I look away.

"You know, Dr. Brown is the one who created the serum. He told me before he used to work with the goverment. I never asked him anything more about it because I didn't want to know, frankly."

I take a long sip from my beer and look back at him.

"You think he might have something to do with it? You might know someone who fits his description, he's about six feet tall, brownish hair, Horn-Rimmed Glasses?"

"Doesn't ring a bell." Adam turned back to the counter and stared down at his gloved hands. "Although I would certainly like to meet these guys in person." Just as a light smoldering glow started to flare from his palms, the Survivor snapped his hands closed into tight fists.

 

[Byrd Man]

"Doesn't ring a bell." Adam turned back to the counter and stared down at his gloved hands. "Although I would certainly like to meet these guys in person." Just as a light smoldering glow started to flare from his palms, the Survivor snapped his hands closed into tight fists.

"Sure...you got it..."

Frytech Building
Sometime Later...

I lead Survivor down the hallway towards the basement.

"I call this section of the bulding the crypt. This is where my support team works. Bruce and Johnny, the mad scientist. Geeks in the worst way."

I push through the doors at the end of the hall and lead Survivor into Johnny and Bruce's lab.

"Boys, meet The Survivor."

They both look up from their work and stare slack-jawed as Survivor looks around the dark, dank room.

"Is he?"

"A Superhero?"

"Yep."

"Oh my god, oh my god!"

"Sweet!"

I look over at Survivor as Johnny and Bruce rush over towards him.

"Don't worry about them. They're mostly harmless."

 

[Climperoonie]

ELECTRON​

"Uhh..... What?!" I open my eyes to see myself..... nowhere. It is just..... Black.
"Hello?!" I shout. I see images, my mother, my father, my brother, my friends, Eagle Scout, the agents who killed my Dad. I press my hands to me head and my legs buckle.
"Get.... Out.... Of MY HEAD!!!!" I scream. Then the shadows form a shape. A figure. It's the man from my dream.
"Well, going a bit mad here aren't we?"​

 

[Spike_x1]

"Sure...you got it..."

Frytech Building
Sometime Later...

I lead Survivor down the hallway towards the basement.

"I call this section of the bulding the crypt. This is where my support team works. Bruce and Johnny, the mad scientist. Geeks in the worst way."

I push through the doors at the end of the hall and lead Survivor into Johnny and Bruce's lab.

"Boys, meet The Survivor."

They both look up from their work and stare slack-jawed as Survivor looks around the dark, dank room.

"Is he?"

"A Superhero?"

"Yep."

"Oh my god, oh my god!"

"Sweet!"

I look over at Survivor as Johnny and Bruce rush over towards him.

"Don't worry about them. They're mostly harmless."

W...T...F?

As the two nerds crowded around the large figure of the Survivor, Adam had to resist the urge to tell them both to screw off.

"You're that guy from Lost Haven, right?"

"Is it true that the cops gutted you with a machine gun once?"

"I saw on the news that you buried some Hulk-wannabe underneath of a construction site!"

"Can I have your autograph?"

Towering over both of them, Survivor looked the the Blue Blur with an annoyed look in his eyes, knowing that Byrd was probably trying his hardest not to laugh at the situation he'd stuck Adam into. Turning back to Johnny and Bruce, the Survivor said, "Uhh, can either of you tell me where I can find Dr. Brown?"

 

[Climperoonie]

ELECTRON​

"Uhh..... What?!" I open my eyes to see myself..... nowhere. It is just..... Black.
"Hello?!" I shout. I see images, my mother, my father, my brother, my friends, Eagle Scout, the agents who killed my Dad. I press my hands to me head and my legs buckle.
"Get.... Out.... Of MY HEAD!!!!" I scream. Then the shadows form a shape. A figure. It's the man from my dream.

"Well, going a bit mad here aren't we?"​

SiLhOuEtTeS​

"Stand up, Coles." The shadow-man says. It's impossible to tell his expression due to the fact his "Face" is just a smooth black surface.
"What the hell are you?" I spit at the thing before me.
"Your worst nightmare." It replies, in a smug voice. "Stand up, we fight."
I will not be forced to do things by this monster, so I just stay where I am.
"I said STAND UP!" It turns abruptly and two tentacles shoot from it's shoulders and lift me up. They feel like nothing, but like everything at the same time.
"Don't you think it's unfair, challenging someone to a duel in a place that's your own realm, so you have the advantage?" I curl my nose up at it.
"Fine." The blackness dissapates, and I find myself on a building top. I look round, pleased to see my world again. I am knocked out of my thought by a black tentacle smacking me in the face.

I stumble back, and then catch my balance and pull myself up.
"Oh, it's on!" I challenge, and light my hands with Electric.​

 

[Eddie Brock]

Season I, Part 51

I spent most of the afternoon rounding up Gremlins with the Phantom.

Man...that was a strange sentence.

Anyway, he was very helpful. He could work on the personality and people skills, but he's a pretty powerful guy. After finishing up, he told me that he has to keep moving. Apparently, he's something of a nomad - wandering the country in search of mythological and supernatural creatures. Some life, huh? I can imagine it's difficult to build relationships when that's how you live. Though it does seem romantic, doesn't it? Traveling from place to place with nothing but your motorcycle and the clothes on your back...

Well, it's not for me. But if that's what works for him, more power to him. Who am I to judge, in my green tights? He probably thinks I have a couple screws loose. I can't blame him. Sometimes, I think that myself.

I got home before Chrissy and Mom. I relaxed on the couch, watching Heroes reruns. It wasn't long before I heard the distinct sound of a car pulling into the driveway. I shut off the TV and sat up straight. I really hope everything went well...

Mom was the first to walk in the door. "Hi, Sean. How was your day?" she asks.

"Pretty average," I respond. "Where's Chrissy?"

Mom looks back out the door. "She's grabbing some of the clothes we bought today and taking them up to Victoria's room," she explains. Mom moves closer to the couch and lowers her voice. "She's a wonderful girl."

"She is?"

"Yes. We had a great time," Mom admits. "She's very friendly."

I sit back in the couch. Wow...Chrissy makes good impressions. Who knew? Here, I was all worried that she would make a mistake and blow her cover. But Mom doesn't suspect a thing. In fact, Chrissy's gained Mom's seal of approval! That's pretty impressive, considering that it's only been two days.

I put the TV back on. Now that I know the Chrissy situation is under control, I can finally relax.

Well...a little bit.
​

 

[Climperoonie]

SiLhOuEtTeS​

"Stand up, Coles." The shadow-man says. It's impossible to tell his expression due to the fact his "Face" is just a smooth black surface.
"What the hell are you?" I spit at the thing before me.
"Your worst nightmare." It replies, in a smug voice. "Stand up, we fight."
I will not be forced to do things by this monster, so I just stay where I am.
"I said STAND UP!" It turns abruptly and two tentacles shoot from it's shoulders and lift me up. They feel like nothing, but like everything at the same time.
"Don't you think it's unfair, challenging someone to a duel in a place that's your own realm, so you have the advantage?" I curl my nose up at it.
"Fine." The blackness dissapates, and I find myself on a building top. I look round, pleased to see my world again. I am knocked out of my thought by a black tentacle smacking me in the face.

I stumble back, and then catch my balance and pull myself up.

"Oh, it's on!" I challenge, and light my hands with Electric.​

SiLhOuEtTeS​

I leap at the Silhouette. It creates a hole in it's stomach so I just go straight through it. It turns and looks at me. I bet if it had a mouth it would be grinning.

"Best you've got, little child?" It taunts. "You're just like your father, so predictable!"

"Shut up!!!!" I scream, and jump at it again. It creates the hole again, but this time I'm ready. In the splitsecond I'm about to go through it, I create an electrical disk at on the palms of my hands, that's slightly bigger than the hole. The edges hit the silhouette's stomach, and I hear a "Whomf" noise, confirming that I hit it. I push myself back and land on two feet. The thing recovers and now leaps at me. I try to dodge, but it catches my stomach, and I get pushed down. I fall, but create the disc with my feet and fly up again. The silhouette is gone. I look round, and see shadows, coming right at my face. Then black. I cannot breath, it is smothering me. I try and fight, but it is useless. Unless. I focus the electricity to my eyes. Then, zaaaap!!, the shadow is thrown off. It reforms into Silhouette.

"You are going to die, Coles, mark my words you little brat." It leaps at me, and I am pushed off again. Still reeling from his previous attack, I am not quick enough and smack my head against the wall of the building opposite. I scrape and slide down the wall, my shirt being ripped to tatters, and then I land. When I hit the ground, I feel like I am going to fall unconsious. But I must survive. For Mom. I won't let her loose me like Dad. I must survive, I must- Crack. The silhouette is here, and now I am on the other side of the alleyway, picking myself up off the ground, with my back in agony and a nosebleed.

"C'mon, get up. It's time to finish this." ​