Create a Hero RPG GAME THREAD (MOD Approved)

[Karem-Knight]

Franco and his nephew Joey Testfara sat down in their motel room watching TV, Luigi Gonbolo was setting up everything for Franco in the other end of the city, as far away from the Carlo onslaught was happening, Franco had ordered the hit for Jimmy Tifanglo, the capo of Carlos’ best earner, Mickey Carlo, another capo and son of Sonny, and Barry Asotoni, his Underboss along with Sal Danoviti his consgilere, it was all in the plan, no one knew where Frank was, only Luigi, Franco had become suspicious of Jackie, and ordered Lu not to tell him any of the plans. Jackie was currently in Midtown staying in a residential area, all the other Captians were scattered.

Franco and Joey passed the time playing cards, they were waiting for a call from the Distrcit Attorney, Joe Decim, Franco had ties to the D.A. office and needed to pay off Joe in order to keep the legal battle aganst the mafia under raps, so that Franco wouldn’t have a murder case on his hands.

All of a sudden the phone did ring, Franco went straight towards it, “Hello?”

“Hey Frank, it’s me.”

“Lu? What the **** happened?”

“Bad news, 4 guys from the Basanova crew were whacked, Bill basanova was the targert and he endend up fatally shot, doctors are opereating on him now, looks like he’s a goner.”

“Aw ****!”

“That isn’t the worst of it either, Funny Gary, our guy in L.A.? Some guy working for the Carlos down in San Diego went down there and took him out while he was driving, looks like everyone’s in danger now.”

“GARY!? They ****ing shot Gary? Who was the guy in Diego?”

“Freddy Gao, I think, legend down there along with here, him and his whole crew are bigger then the guys in Diego himself.”

“Well I don’t give a ****, you tell the guys in L.A. to whack all of em down there, and for now stick to the plan, we take out the Tifango crew, no survivors.”

“Got it Frank!”

Franco hung up the phone and sat down on the bed, “Jesus Christ…”

“What is it Frank?”

“Our guy down in L.A. got whacked, now I think people in Vegas are in danger too, in isn’t just in Haven now, they want to massacre us!”

“Well, we got the D.A. on our side haven’t we?”

“Yeah, that’s just it though, if he doesn’t call soon, we’re gonna have to bail on this and do it without him.”
Just then, the phone did ring, “Hello?”


Mean while, West Haven:

Soldiers of the Zano family, part of the Bengali crew searching for a new leader, now that their Capo was dead they had strict orders to go into the heart and kill Jimmy Tifango, it was going to be hard, Jimmy had been given orders not to leave his warehouse and with the hit for Billy Basanova just two hours ago, they didn’t suspect anything from the Zanos for at least another day, they were wrong.

Jimmy Tifango and his cousin, Dave Masaineva walking out of a restraint, two soldiers of the Bengali crew waited in their car, the Capitan had four men with him, four soldiers waiting in the car, fair number. It was a public street so they had to kill four men and the cousin along with the captain himself and get the **** out of there, Jimmy Tifango came walking outside of the door, his cousin having a cigarette waiting for him.

“Okay, let’s go.” Tim, one of the soldiers said, close to becoming the next captain came rushing outside, with the three other soldiers, when they were close enough they got their hand guns and started firing at Jimmy,

“HOLY ****! ZAN-…” BANG BANG. Jimmy was shot twice in the chest, his cousin got his revolver out but was soon also shot, the four Carlo soldiers debating weather to shoot or drive, were then ended with four shots from a shotgun, Tim Anando walked over to the near dead body of Tifango and shot him straight in the head, to make sure that everyone was dead Tim shot the cousin and then got out an explosive, setting it alight and putting it into the car the soldiers ran out of the place and the explosion happened.

San Diego, California:

California was not a huge placed, or successful place for the Mafia, given the nickname for anyone who worked there “The Mickey Mouse Mafia.” But it was home to “Funny Gary” Aflino, a notorious Zano captain who earned his nickname for being a stand up comedian in his night club, Gary was now dead, and killed by the Carlo man in the state by the name of Bobby Gao, his crew which consisted of 8 people were bigger then most of the small families in L.A. or San Frisco, being that there family was possibly the second biggest in the US, still they were in for a treat.

Bobby Gao had just personally executed Funny Gary, and arrived home to do his daily duties, going to the butchers he owned in Diego, he was alone with the rest of his crew in a bar, going to the butchers to get a quick snack, and asking for a Canoli, “Thanks Will!” he knew the butcher by name, and as soon as he went outside, a new associate of the Aflino crew, wanting to get made walked quickly towards him, gun in his jeans pocket, making a smile he went with energy, “BOBBY! BOBBY GAO!”

“Do I ****ing know you? ****?”

“Yeah of course you do-“

He got out his gun and fired it into Bobby’s fat stomach, “You whacked my boss you fat ****!” and then again firing it into his skull, he then ran from the scene, several pedestrians screaming, running away he then went to an open sewage drain and threw the gun into it and made his way back to L.A.

Back at the motel:

“Sure, of course be there in about half an hour.”


Franco hung up the phone and got up, “Let’s go Joe!”

Joey got up putting his jacket on, “So they finally rang, huh?”

“Yeah.”

Franco also got his jacket on and opening the door rushed to the car, with his gun close by, checking anything suspicious happening, the coast seemed clear, rushing to the car he opened it with Joey following.

“Come on, let’s go.”


Joey started the car up and the two drove to a warehouse near Central Island East, on the fiver side, the pair arrived, quietly Joey came in with the two gym bags, both with money in them, walking to the ware house, it was cold and with New Year’s a day away Franco wanted to make this quick and go home, going inside and seeing the D.A. with two FBI agents protecting him along with the chief of police waiting.

“Hey Joe what the **** is this?”


“Oh what? Don’t worry, Mr. Zano they’re with me, there the two that I asked for you to bring that extra 20 grand for.” The D.A. said, the chief nodding.



“ah.”

The FBI agents seemed easy going to Franco, now he had allies with the Feds, that was all well and good, “Joey, come in for god’s sake!”

Joey came rushing in with the two bags, “Gentlemen this is my nephew, Joey.”

“Hi Joey.” The chief said.

“Hey!”

“Now, let’s get down to business shall we?”


“Okay.”

“First off, I can’t have any heat from the police, I want Central Island dealing with these meta freaks, think you can handle that, Chief?”

“No Problem, Frank.”

“Thank you.”
“Only on one condition, no more cops involved, if one of your guys get’s caught they fire at my men, then trust me, it’s going to take more then one mill to forget!”

“Of course.”

Franco said, the District Attorney stepped forward “What about me, Franco?”

“I need you, to keep all the heat away from my family, all legal problems go to the Carlos, try and bring them down, not me, and plus, any Carlo dead bodies turn up, keep the investigation to a minimal.”

“That won’t be to hard, the others are creating some problems, your family will be safe, legally, we’ll deal with the Carlos and make sure the Zanos are safe.”

“Thank you.”

Joey put down the gym bags on the floor, “Count em, sould be enough, there’s some spair if it isn’t, we counted it so don’t lie, capche?”

“Yeah, of course.”

All of a sudden a beam of light came from nowhere.

“What the **** was that….”

 

[Saved]

Strike the Heart Part IV

Lost Haven

The sky is dark in Lost Haven as the clock’s strike twelve midnight. The moon emit’s a soft glow on the city below, it’s half crescent shining brightly. The clouds in the sky from the nights before have moved on, their storms flooding a different city. The streets are still wet from the week of rain. Puddles of water fill the potholes and cracks in the street.

All is quiet and calm this night, the people locked in their houses for fear of who roams the night. But, amidst the still streets, something still stirs. Pulse stands proudly, perched a top a low building. He stands next to a gargoyle, his tattered and torn costume reflecting in the moon’s shine. His wounds from the Gang Wars of Blitzen have finally healed, but his suit is still soaked in blood. Some of his own, but most of others.

Pulse holds a small black book in his hand. He stares at it intently, flipping back and forth between the pages. After a few minutes, he lowers the book, and stares into the night sky. He takes a deep breath, and lets out a heavy sigh.

“So long have I fought this war. I’ve fought to save the innocent. The average everyday people. Now, my hunt finally comes to an end. Franco Zano, crime leader. Without him, the crime world will fall. Finally, after all this time. All the people dead, both innocent and guilty. The war’s final battle will be fought here, in Lost Haven. Zano is the last man in my way. And I swear he will fall.”

Pulse grasps the book in his hand tightly, his grip wrinkling the pages and ripping the binding. His teeth clench hard against each other as he frowns beneath his mask.

“I am so tired. My body is weak. Crosshair and Sear did a number on me, and on top of that, my shockwaves tore my skin deep. I almost tore myself into pieces. It’s a miracle those wounds healed. I still feel the harsh burning in my muscle.” Pulse yawns, and puts his hand to his face. He rubs his eyes gently, fighting his fatigue.

“Haven’t slept in seven days, since I got here. Why’d I bother getting that apartment anyway? I’ve barely used it.” Pulse lets out a small laugh, and leans his arm on the gargoyle next to him. “No matter. After a few short hours my task will be done, and I will be able to return to Blitzen and sleep. Now, I must concentrate.”

Pulse lifts the small black book in his hand back up to his face. He stares at the page he has the planner opened to, and smiles.

“Tony Viti’s planner. I don’t know what his relationship to Franco is, but his day planner sure was helpful. Tuesday, twelve AM - Meet with DA in Warehouse on 12 Clancy Street.” Pulse lowers the book and looks down on the street sign near the alley. The sign reads Clancy Street. Pulse looks across the street at the warehouse, and looks at the number written on the curb in dark paint. In large bold print is the number twelve. Pulse smiles, and tucks the planner into the waist of his costume, next to the knife attached to his waist by a stray piece of cloth.

Pulse readies himself, positioning his body to jump. His muscles become tense as they prepare to exert pressure. Pulse closes his eyes, and leaps into the air, sending a shockwave through his legs. He propels himself across the street, and into the air. He lands gracefully on the roof of the warehouse, sending another small shockwave to slow his fall. His feet touchdown on the roof, making little noise. Pulse nods as if to reassure himself that he has done well.

He moves across the roof, and makes his way to the window on the side of the building. He carefully opens it, and steps inside. He drops to the floor silently, landing on his hands and feet. He quickly looks around the dark room, searching for any inhabitants. He sees nothing, and gets to his feet. Suddenly, Pulse hears the sound of men talking, and he moves up against the wall.

He begins to slowly move toward the opening in the room, cautiously minding his surroundings. As he reaches the open door, he peaks out into the hallway. He sees a man standing at the far end of the hallway by the stairs. He faces the other direction from Pulse, and he takes his chance. Pulse darts into the hall, and around the corner stealthily. The guard doesn’t notice the sudden movement, and continues to watch the stairwell.

As Pulse moves around the corner, he makes his way into another dim hallway. The voices begin to get louder, and Pulse sees the light shining through the opening of a room at the end of the hallway. He slowly walks down the hallway toward the door. To his surprise, he sees no guards at the door. Pulse thinks nothing of it, and continues his movement down the passageway.

At the end of the hall, Pulse hides behind the open door, staying in the shadows. He looks inside the room carefully, and sees two men sitting at a table talking. Behind one of the men stands a younger man. Two large bags rest by his legs as he stands with his hands in his pockets. Pulse notices two men in Kevlar vests standing behind the other man with guns in their hands.

“Damn.” Pulse whispers. “Got to be another way in.” Pulse looks up at the ceiling, and sees a broken ventilation shaft. He smiles, and slowly squats toward the floor. “That’ll work.”

Pulse sends himself into the air, and into the duck. Inside, Pulse craws above the ceiling, the muffled voices of the men echoing in the empty enclosure. He crawls to where he believes the men were in the room, and searches for another opening. As he feels around in the darkness, he feels his fingers slip through a vent. He smiles, and grips the metal grill. Carefully, he pulls it up and into the duck. He places the metal piece on the floor of the duck, and looks through the opening into the room. He is able to see the faces of the men better, and recognizes the two men in the Kevlar vests. Pulse frowns as he identifies the two men.

“Paul Carter and William Mire.” He says with a grimace. “The two rookies from the FBI. I knew they weren’t prepared for this work. Two years later and they’re already dirty.” Pulse looks around the room more and stares at the faces of the two men at the table. “The guy with Carter and Mire standing behind him must be the DA. So that means the other one is Zano.” Pulse smirks, his hands shaking in fatigue and nervousness. “After all this time, I get to see the true face of evil.”

Pulse looks down at the floor below him. He notices it is a straight drop into the shadowy corners of the room, out of sight from Franco Zano and the others. He quickly positions himself, and rolls out of the duck. His body hits the floor louder than he would have expected. The men don’t notice, and Pulse rolls into the shadows.

“I need you, to keep all the heat away from my family, all legal problems go to the Carlos, try and bring them down, not me, and plus, any Carlo dead bodies turn up, keep the investigation to a minimal.” Franco says in a stern tone.

“That won’t be to hard,” The DA says with a smile. “The others are creating some problems, your family will be safe, legally, we’ll deal with the Carlos and make sure the Zanos are safe.”

“Thank you.”

“Count em, should be enough, there’s some spare if it isn’t, we counted it so don’t lie, capache?”

“Yeah, of Course.”

The DA motions to one of his men to inspect the bag. Just as the man starts to walk to the bags, Pulse makes a noise from the shadows.

“What the **** was that….” The man standing behind Zano says in an alarmed tone.

“Hello there, Zano.” Pulse says as he walks from the shadows. He walks into the light slowly, his ripped and bloodied costume in full view. Pulse places his hands at his side, ready to grab his knife at any time. The light above the table reflects off of the knife on Pulse’s waist, sending a bright shine across the room. Pulse smiles under the tight fabrics of his mask and lets out a small laugh. The other men in the room stare at him in shock and surprise as Pulse speaks.

“Good to finally meet you.”

 

[Karem-Knight]

Strike the Heart Part IV

Lost Haven

The sky is dark in Lost Haven as the clock’s strike twelve midnight. The moon emit’s a soft glow on the city below, it’s half crescent shining brightly. The clouds in the sky from the nights before have moved on, their storms flooding a different city. The streets are still wet from the week of rain. Puddles of water fill the potholes and cracks in the street.

All is quiet and calm this night, the people locked in their houses for fear of who roams the night. But, amidst the still streets, something still stirs. Pulse stands proudly, perched a top a low building. He stands next to a gargoyle, his tattered and torn costume reflecting in the moon’s shine. His wounds from the Gang Wars of Blitzen have finally healed, but his suit is still soaked in blood. Some of his own, but most of others.

Pulse holds a small black book in his hand. He stares at it intently, flipping back and forth between the pages. After a few minutes, he lowers the book, and stares into the night sky. He takes a deep breath, and lets out a heavy sigh.

“So long have I fought this war. I’ve fought to save the innocent. The average everyday people. Now, my hunt finally comes to an end. Franco Zano, crime leader. Without him, the crime world will fall. Finally, after all this time. All the people dead, both innocent and guilty. The war’s final battle will be fought here, in Lost Haven. Zano is the last man in my way. And I swear he will fall.”

Pulse grasps the book in his hand tightly, his grip wrinkling the pages and ripping the binding. His teeth clench hard against each other as he frowns beneath his mask.

“I am so tired. My body is weak. Crosshair and Sear did a number on me, and on top of that, my shockwaves tore my skin deep. I almost tore myself into pieces. It’s a miracle those wounds healed. I still feel the harsh burning in my muscle.” Pulse yawns, and puts his hand to his face. He rubs his eyes gently, fighting his fatigue.

“Haven’t slept in seven days, since I got here. Why’d I bother getting that apartment anyway? I’ve barely used it.” Pulse lets out a small laugh, and leans his arm on the gargoyle next to him. “No matter. After a few short hours my task will be done, and I will be able to return to Blitzen and sleep. Now, I must concentrate.”

Pulse lifts the small black book in his hand back up to his face. He stares at the page he has the planner opened to, and smiles.

“Tony Viti’s planner. I don’t know what his relationship to Franco is, but his day planner sure was helpful. Tuesday, twelve AM - Meet with DA in Warehouse on 12 Clancy Street.” Pulse lowers the book and looks down on the street sign near the alley. The sign reads Clancy Street. Pulse looks across the street at the warehouse, and looks at the number written on the curb in dark paint. In large bold print is the number twelve. Pulse smiles, and tucks the planner into the waist of his costume, next to the knife attached to his waist by a stray piece of cloth.

Pulse readies himself, positioning his body to jump. His muscles become tense as they prepare to exert pressure. Pulse closes his eyes, and leaps into the air, sending a shockwave through his legs. He propels himself across the street, and into the air. He lands gracefully on the roof of the warehouse, sending another small shockwave to slow his fall. His feet touchdown on the roof, making little noise. Pulse nods as if to reassure himself that he has done well.

He moves across the roof, and makes his way to the window on the side of the building. He carefully opens it, and steps inside. He drops to the floor silently, landing on his hands and feet. He quickly looks around the dark room, searching for any inhabitants. He sees nothing, and gets to his feet. Suddenly, Pulse hears the sound of men talking, and he moves up against the wall.

He begins to slowly move toward the opening in the room, cautiously minding his surroundings. As he reaches the open door, he peaks out into the hallway. He sees a man standing at the far end of the hallway by the stairs. He faces the other direction from Pulse, and he takes his chance. Pulse darts into the hall, and around the corner stealthily. The guard doesn’t notice the sudden movement, and continues to watch the stairwell.

As Pulse moves around the corner, he makes his way into another dim hallway. The voices begin to get louder, and Pulse sees the light shining through the opening of a room at the end of the hallway. He slowly walks down the hallway toward the door. To his surprise, he sees no guards at the door. Pulse thinks nothing of it, and continues his movement down the passageway.

At the end of the hall, Pulse hides behind the open door, staying in the shadows. He looks inside the room carefully, and sees two men sitting at a table talking. Behind one of the men stands a younger man. Two large bags rest by his legs as he stands with his hands in his pockets. Pulse notices two men in Kevlar vests standing behind the other man with guns in their hands.

“Damn.” Pulse whispers. “Got to be another way in.” Pulse looks up at the ceiling, and sees a broken ventilation shaft. He smiles, and slowly squats toward the floor. “That’ll work.”

Pulse sends himself into the air, and into the duck. Inside, Pulse craws above the ceiling, the muffled voices of the men echoing in the empty enclosure. He crawls to where he believes the men were in the room, and searches for another opening. As he feels around in the darkness, he feels his fingers slip through a vent. He smiles, and grips the metal grill. Carefully, he pulls it up and into the duck. He places the metal piece on the floor of the duck, and looks through the opening into the room. He is able to see the faces of the men better, and recognizes the two men in the Kevlar vests. Pulse frowns as he identifies the two men.

“Paul Carter and William Mire.” He says with a grimace. “The two rookies from the FBI. I knew they weren’t prepared for this work. Two years later and they’re already dirty.” Pulse looks around the room more and stares at the faces of the two men at the table. “The guy with Carter and Mire standing behind him must be the DA. So that means the other one is Zano.” Pulse smirks, his hands shaking in fatigue and nervousness. “After all this time, I get to see the true face of evil.”

Pulse looks down at the floor below him. He notices it is a straight drop into the shadowy corners of the room, out of sight from Franco Zano and the others. He quickly positions himself, and rolls out of the duck. His body hits the floor louder than he would have expected. The men don’t notice, and Pulse rolls into the shadows.

“I need you, to keep all the heat away from my family, all legal problems go to the Carlos, try and bring them down, not me, and plus, any Carlo dead bodies turn up, keep the investigation to a minimal.” Franco says in a stern tone.

“That won’t be to hard,” The DA says with a smile. “The others are creating some problems, your family will be safe, legally, we’ll deal with the Carlos and make sure the Zanos are safe.”

“Thank you.”

“Count em, should be enough, there’s some spare if it isn’t, we counted it so don’t lie, capache?”

“Yeah, of Course.”

The DA motions to one of his men to inspect the bag. Just as the man starts to walk to the bags, Pulse makes a noise from the shadows.

“What the **** was that….” The man standing behind Zano says in an alarmed tone.

“Hello there, Zano.” Pulse says as he walks from the shadows. He walks into the light slowly, his ripped and bloodied costume in full view. Pulse places his hands at his side, ready to grab his knife at any time. The light above the table reflects off of the knife on Pulse’s waist, sending a bright shine across the room. Pulse smiles under the tight fabrics of his mask and lets out a small laugh. The other men in the room stare at him in shock and surprise as Pulse speaks.

“Good to finally meet you.”

Without thought all the men in the room start firing at the masked vigilante carrying a knife, including me, “TAKE THAT YOU ****ING FREAK!” Dammit! None of the bullets seem to hit him.

****! He comes running towards me with a knife, all of a sudden Joey leaps at him and tackles him to the floor, “No ****ing touches Frankie Zano! You hear me?”

Without any energy he kicks Joey at out of the way, in the jaw and he falls, face flat, running back I fire to keep myself from danger but he keeps chasing me, the Feds start trying to shoot him but he blasts them with some energy, the D.A. is hiding in some barrels.

“God ****ing dammit weren’t you followed!” He starts shaking nervously, I hit him with the bottom end of my pistol, and start running away again, and finally the FBI guys get up,

“Franco watch out don’t breath!”

They get out some pellets and throw them at the other, “What the hell?” Soon the whole room is filled with this smoke and he starts coughing, violently, I run towards Joey, lifting him up.

“Come on, we got to get out of here, don’t breath!”

I lift Joey up for a bit as we slowly walk out, we hear the FBI guys tring to fire at the other, but we have to get out of here, heading towards the car Joey opens it, hand in his jaw quite a lot of blood comes out of it.

“Come on we got to get out of here!”

**** it, he can’t drive, taking the front seat and starting up the engine, me and Joey drive away.

 

[Saved]

Without thought all the men in the room start firing at the masked vigilante carrying a knife, including me, “TAKE THAT YOU ****ING FREAK!” Dammit! None of the bullets seem to hit him.

****! He comes running towards me with a knife, all of a sudden Joey leaps at him and tackles him to the floor, “No ****ing touches Frankie Zano! You hear me?”

Without any energy he kicks Joey at out of the way, in the jaw and he falls, face flat, running back I fire to keep myself from danger but he keeps chasing me, the Feds start trying to shoot him but he blasts them with some energy, the D.A. is hiding in some barrels.

“God ****ing dammit weren’t you followed!” He starts shaking nervously, I hit him with the bottom end of my pistol, and start running away again, and finally the FBI guys get up,

“Franco watch out don’t breath!”

They get out some pellets and throw them at the other, “What the hell?” Soon the whole room is filled with this smoke and he starts coughing, violently, I run towards Joey, lifting him up.

“Come on, we got to get out of here, don’t breath!”

I lift Joey up for a bit as we slowly walk out, we hear the FBI guys tring to fire at the other, but we have to get out of here, heading towards the car Joey opens it, hand in his jaw quite a lot of blood comes out of it.

“Come on we got to get out of here!”

**** it, he can’t drive, taking the front seat and starting up the engine, me and Joey drive away.

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Strike the Heart Part V

Just as Pulse reveals his presence, the men go on the offensive. Bullets soon fill the air, shooting in all directions. Pulse uses his shockwaves to discretely deflect the small metal projectiles, sending them into the walls or dropping to the floor. Franco Zano yells aloud to Pulse in rage, his finger rapidly pulling the trigger of his gun.

"Take that you ****ing freak!"

Pulse continues deflecting the bullets, timing his shockwaves perfectly. After a few moments, Pulse suddenly becomes weak. His powers take their toll, using up what little energy he has. Enough with the theatrics, he thinks to himself. It's time to get down to buisness.

Pulse grasps the handle of the knife, and pulls it out off of the cloth. As he swings it up into the air, he jumps in the air, using another shockwave to move faster. He imediately sends a final shockwave from his legs, and lunges toward the table, his knife extended.

“No ****ing touches Frankie Zano! You hear me?” Zano's accomplice yells in anger, aiming his gun toward Pulse.

Pulse laughs off the man's attempt, and sharply kicks him in the jaw. A loud crack sounds from the boy's mouth as he drops to the floor in pain. Zano jumps up from his chair, and moves backward, his firearm aimed at Pulse. Zano randomly fires toward the masked vigilante, hoping to cause Pulse to retreat. Pulse moves through the firefight, and continues his advance toward the crime lord.

"Fire!" The DA yells as he runs for cover. The two men in kevlar vests begin shooting at Pulse. To his surprise, their aim is more precise and tactful, the bullets narrowly missing his body. Pulse holds up his hand and fires a small burst from his hand, knocking the men to the ground.

"God ****ing dammit, weren't you followed!" Zano yells to the DA, cowardly hiding within barrels in the room. Pulse advances Zano, lunging toward him. As he moves, he suddenly feels the pain of his powers ripping his tissues. Pulse begins to shake, and he looses his concentration. Zano takes advantage, and whips Pulse with the end of his pistol. He falls to the ground in pain, and Zano runs over to his young partner. Pulse groggily lifts himself off the floor. He sees the DA's men get up out of the corner of his eye, and begins to panic.

"Zano, watch out! Don't breathe!" The DA yells from his hiding place.

The men take out two canisters from their belts. They pull out a pin from the top, and throw them toward Pulse. As Pulse begins to stand, one of the canisters hits him in the back, and drops to the floor like a brick.

"What the hell?" He says in confusion, still trying to get his bearings.

The canisters make a loud hiss, and begin emiting a light gray smoke into the room. Pulse looks around the room hastily, paying no attention to the canisters. As he gains control of himself, he looks down at the small metal capsules, and takes a deep breathe of the gas. Dammit, he thinks to himself. Gas.

Zano picks up the man from the ground, his jaw covered in blood. Zano runs out the door, the gas engulfing the whole room. Pulse looks around and watches him run out the door, his figure quickly covered by the smoke.

"Dammit!" Pulse coughs as he struggles to remove the gas from his lungs. He looks over the men with their weapons and sees them smiling beneath the clear air masks over their faces. They begin walking toward Pulse, laughing as they load their weapons.

Pulse grasps his neck with one arm, and pounds at his chest with the other. Took in a huge breath, he thinks. Stupid move, Eric. Pay attention! Pulse coughs once again, the gas slowly leaving his body. Okay, most of it's gone. Got to stay alert. So tired. No! Stay awake! Don't give up now!

The men stand only a few feet away from Pulse, their weapons loaded. They raise their guns, and take aim at Pulse's head.

"See ya, freak." The one says, his words muffled beneath his mask. Pulse closes his mouth and holds his lungs steady. He tenses his body, and sends out shockwaves throughout his whole body. The blasts send the smoke back, away from his body long enough for him to take a deep breath of air. The heavy smoke soon returns around his body, and he gains back some of his concentration. Just as one of the men pulls the trigger on his gun, Pulse knocks the end of it down, causing the gun to misfire.

"Ah! Dammit!" The man yells in anger. Pulse smiles, and punches the man in the mouth, knocking teeth and blood into the air. The man falls backward, his mask dangling off his face. The other man comes up behind Pulse and raises his gun in the air. He swings the gun at Pulse, trying to hit him with the end of his gun. Pulse swings around and punches the man in his stomach, knocking the wind out of him. He falls back from the blow, gasping for air. Pulse reaches out and snatches the mask from his face. The straps around the man's head snap, and Pulse places the mask over his motuh, inhaling a large breath of air.

"Close." He says with a small cough. Pulse moves toward the barrels in the room. He holds his knife at his side, ready to strike at anything that may come toward him. When he reaches the barrels, he peers in side to see the DA passed out at the bottom of the enclosure.

"Damn." Pulse whispers. Suddenly, the sound of a starting car catches his attention, and Pulse rushes to the window in the room. He sees a gray car speed down the road, and Pulse moves back from the window.

"My body's burning...and I'm still dizzy from that gas. But I can't let him get away!" Pulse runs toward the window as fast as he can. He lunges toward the glass, sending a shockwave from his feet. He breaks through the window, sending small pieces of glass into his skin. He winces in pain as he propels himself through the air. He soon lands on the rooftop of a nearby building, and steadies himself.

Pulse looks around, and sees the car turning at the corner. He smiles, and removes the mask from his face. He takes off again, running to the edge of the building and leaping into the air. He sends out another shockwave, and lifts off into the air. With all his might, he sends a powerful shot from his legs, propelling himself faster toward the car. He feels the skin and muscles rip inside him, and he clenches his teeth tightly.

As the pain intensifies from the injury, his body slams onto the roof of the car. Pulse yells out in pain, and grabs onto the side of the car. Gripping to stay on, Pulse shoves the knife through the roof of the car, and holds on tightly to the handle. He pulls himself up, and firmly plants his body on the roof.

Gripping the handle of the knife, he cuts through the thin metal of the roof, and makes a large slit. He begins to crudely carve a shape into the roof, pulling the knife in all directions. He places his hand in the center of the carving, and sends another wave from his palm. The shockwave breaks the roof in, leaving an open whole. Pulse looks down at Zano as he drives the car and laughs.

"Miss me, Zano?"

"What the?" Zano says, startled, as he looks up at Pulse. "Don't you die?"

"No. I'm a nuissance like that." Pulse holds the knife in his hand, his fingers grasping the handle tighter than he ever has before. He points the blade to Zano's neck, and begins to emit a horrible laugh.

"Ha! Ha! Ha! Finally! After all this time!" He says hautily. Suddenly, Pulse's laughter stops, and his tone deepens. "Now, answer me truthfully, or I'll cut through your neck and into your head. Did you and Tony Viti control the drug trade in Blitzen?" ​

 

[Karem-Knight]

​

Strike the Heart Part V

Just as Pulse reveals his presence, the men go on the offensive. Bullets soon fill the air, shooting in all directions. Pulse uses his shockwaves to discretely deflect the small metal projectiles, sending them into the walls or dropping to the floor. Franco Zano yells aloud to Pulse in rage, his finger rapidly pulling the trigger of his gun.

"Take that you ****ing freak!"

Pulse continues deflecting the bullets, timing his shockwaves perfectly. After a few moments, Pulse suddenly becomes weak. His powers take their toll, using up what little energy he has. Enough with the theatrics, he thinks to himself. It's time to get down to buisness.

Pulse grasps the handle of the knife, and pulls it out off of the cloth. As he swings it up into the air, he jumps in the air, using another shockwave to move faster. He imediately sends a final shockwave from his legs, and lunges toward the table, his knife extended.

“No ****ing touches Frankie Zano! You hear me?” Zano's accomplice yells in anger, aiming his gun toward Pulse.

Pulse laughs off the man's attempt, and sharply kicks him in the jaw. A loud crack sounds from the boy's mouth as he drops to the floor in pain. Zano jumps up from his chair, and moves backward, his firearm aimed at Pulse. Zano randomly fires toward the masked vigilante, hoping to cause Pulse to retreat. Pulse moves through the firefight, and continues his advance toward the crime lord.

"Fire!" The DA yells as he runs for cover. The two men in kevlar vests begin shooting at Pulse. To his surprise, their aim is more precise and tactful, the bullets narrowly missing his body. Pulse holds up his hand and fires a small burst from his hand, knocking the men to the ground.

"God ****ing dammit, weren't you followed!" Zano yells to the DA, cowardly hiding within barrels in the room. Pulse advances Zano, lunging toward him. As he moves, he suddenly feels the pain of his powers ripping his tissues. Pulse begins to shake, and he looses his concentration. Zano takes advantage, and whips Pulse with the end of his pistol. He falls to the ground in pain, and Zano runs over to his young partner. Pulse groggily lifts himself off the floor. He sees the DA's men get up out of the corner of his eye, and begins to panic.

"Zano, watch out! Don't breathe!" The DA yells from his hiding place.

The men take out two canisters from their belts. They pull out a pin from the top, and throw them toward Pulse. As Pulse begins to stand, one of the canisters hits him in the back, and drops to the floor like a brick.

"What the hell?" He says in confusion, still trying to get his bearings.

The canisters make a loud hiss, and begin emiting a light gray smoke into the room. Pulse looks around the room hastily, paying no attention to the canisters. As he gains control of himself, he looks down at the small metal capsules, and takes a deep breathe of the gas. Dammit, he thinks to himself. Gas.

Zano picks up the man from the ground, his jaw covered in blood. Zano runs out the door, the gas engulfing the whole room. Pulse looks around and watches him run out the door, his figure quickly covered by the smoke.

"Dammit!" Pulse coughs as he struggles to remove the gas from his lungs. He looks over the men with their weapons and sees them smiling beneath the clear air masks over their faces. They begin walking toward Pulse, laughing as they load their weapons.

Pulse grasps his neck with one arm, and pounds at his chest with the other. Took in a huge breath, he thinks. Stupid move, Eric. Pay attention! Pulse coughs once again, the gas slowly leaving his body. Okay, most of it's gone. Got to stay alert. So tired. No! Stay awake! Don't give up now!

The men stand only a few feet away from Pulse, their weapons loaded. They raise their guns, and take aim at Pulse's head.

"See ya, freak." The one says, his words muffled beneath his mask. Pulse closes his mouth and holds his lungs steady. He tenses his body, and sends out shockwaves throughout his whole body. The blasts send the smoke back, away from his body long enough for him to take a deep breath of air. The heavy smoke soon returns around his body, and he gains back some of his concentration. Just as one of the men pulls the trigger on his gun, Pulse knocks the end of it down, causing the gun to misfire.

"Ah! Dammit!" The man yells in anger. Pulse smiles, and punches the man in the mouth, knocking teeth and blood into the air. The man falls backward, his mask dangling off his face. The other man comes up behind Pulse and raises his gun in the air. He swings the gun at Pulse, trying to hit him with the end of his gun. Pulse swings around and punches the man in his stomach, knocking the wind out of him. He falls back from the blow, gasping for air. Pulse reaches out and snatches the mask from his face. The straps around the man's head snap, and Pulse places the mask over his motuh, inhaling a large breath of air.

"Close." He says with a small cough. Pulse moves toward the barrels in the room. He holds his knife at his side, ready to strike at anything that may come toward him. When he reaches the barrels, he peers in side to see the DA passed out at the bottom of the enclosure.

"Damn." Pulse whispers. Suddenly, the sound of a starting car catches his attention, and Pulse rushes to the window in the room. He sees a gray car speed down the road, and Pulse moves back from the window.

"My body's burning...and I'm still dizzy from that gas. But I can't let him get away!" Pulse runs toward the window as fast as he can. He lunges toward the glass, sending a shockwave from his feet. He breaks through the window, sending small pieces of glass into his skin. He winces in pain as he propels himself through the air. He soon lands on the rooftop of a nearby building, and steadies himself.

Pulse looks around, and sees the car turning at the corner. He smiles, and removes the mask from his face. He takes off again, running to the edge of the building and leaping into the air. He sends out another shockwave, and lifts off into the air. With all his might, he sends a powerful shot from his legs, propelling himself faster toward the car. He feels the skin and muscles rip inside him, and he clenches his teeth tightly.

As the pain intensifies from the injury, his body slams onto the roof of the car. Pulse yells out in pain, and grabs onto the side of the car. Gripping to stay on, Pulse shoves the knife through the roof of the car, and holds on tightly to the handle. He pulls himself up, and firmly plants his body on the roof.

Gripping the handle of the knife, he cuts through the thin metal of the roof, and makes a large slit. He begins to crudely carve a shape into the roof, pulling the knife in all directions. He places his hand in the center of the carving, and sends another wave from his palm. The shockwave breaks the roof in, leaving an open whole. Pulse looks down at Zano as he drives the car and laughs.

"Miss me, Zano?"

"What the?" Zano says, startled, as he looks up at Pulse. "Don't you die?"

"No. I'm a nuissance like that." Pulse holds the knife in his hand, his fingers grasping the handle tighter than he ever has before. He points the blade to Zano's neck, and begins to emit a horrible laugh.

"Ha! Ha! Ha! Finally! After all this time!" He says hautily. Suddenly, Pulse's laughter stops, and his tone deepens. "Now, answer me truthfully, or I'll cut through your neck and into your head. Did you and Tony Viti control the drug trade in Blitzen?" ​

We’re away from them, rushing off hoping not to see any ****ing comic book action I look towards Joey, covering up the blood with his shirt, “You alright Joey?”

“Yeah Frankie?”

“Okay, basically we get the **** out of this area of town and find out that ****!”


THUMP! There’s a large noise from the car, me and Joey look around all of a sudden a knife slits open the car, like a surgeon slitting up a patient, then that freak shows up at least I see him fact to face now.

“Miss Me Zano?”

“What the don’t you die?”


Ha! Ha! Ha! Finally! After all this time……Now, answer me truthfully, or I'll cut through your neck and into your head. Did you and Tony Viti control the drug trade in Blitzen?"

It hits me, like a bullet, this other was coming here to kill me, “You ****ing killed Tony?”

“Answer my question!”

Moving the car I start getting him unbalanced, Joey tries to punch him, idiot, the freak grabs his arm but Joey punches his face, good Joey still the thing holds on, it’s stuck to the dam car.

“Zano! Answer me!” Getting out a knife, he’s trying to intermediate me, two ****ing weeks we’ve been searching for this guy now we found him, “Yeah me and Tony did business, the only guy I would help with the drug trade!”

Just then Joey gets his gun out from his jacket aiming the freak notices and dodges the first bullet, Joey then shoots again, this time hitting him straight in the knee “AHHH!”

Swirling the car round he starts to lose his group, still trying to take hold of the car, finally Joey aims again and fires, narrowly missing, this other jumps from the car like to a mile away into the sidewalk.

“Let’s ****ing kill this guy!”

“Agreed!”


Stopping the car, I see him limping tiring to get over a ****ing gun shot wound! Starting up the engine and driving head first towards him, I hit him with the car and he goes flying to the other side.

“Take that you ****ing freak!”

 

[Cyrusbales]

EZEKIEL

Caleb, after his brief encounter with the monster known as Ezekiel, he had managed to track him down yet again, not a difficult task when there’s such a clear trail of destruction to follow. It appeared Ezekiel was in mid battle with another meta-human. Heat had blistered the concrete on the sidewalk and turned the top layer of tarmac into a sickly sticky liquid.

The struggling target of Ezekiel’s rage had managed to hurl a vehicle, but this didn’t manage to stop the onslaught and insatiable hunger for destruction that Ezekiel possessed. Somehow sensing the power that lie within Caleb, Ezekiel’s attention was redirected towards him.

“Back for more Caleb?”

The odds were now edging towards being even, but still a long way off as the air burned with the smell of ozone and charcoal. Two against one, they were still screwed.

 

[ScarletVenom25]

THE ASSAILANT
Origins​

I never knew how it felt to belong. I always felt like I wasn’t important to anyone, that my life didn’t mean a thing. It was depressing. But I wasn’t miserable because I wanted to be, it was because my parents had died before I even got a chance to know them. My aunt met the same fate. My uncle Chet never told me how they died, but the fact that they did was enough for me.

I never let myself have friends. My parents’ deaths made me feel that if I got close to anyone, something bad would happen. I barely had an emotional connection with my uncle. I always thought of him as the guy who gave me hospitality, nothing more. My depression seemed to be worse than death, because I didn’t have it in me to end it all. There was still hope in me that my life could change, that I could do something good for humanity.

Those hopes would become real sooner than I could’ve ever imagined.

One day, I was just walking from home school. I was minding my own business, as usual, until I heard something. I wasn’t sure if it was muffled screams for help, or something else. Either way, I figured something was wrong. I ran over to an alleyway, where I heard the noise louder than ever. I saw something I won’t ever forget. There was a girl, around 16, being mugged by a middle-aged man. I ran into the alley and tackled the man as hard as I could. I couldn’t resist helping her.

The girl got up and stared at me as I pinned the guy down with much effort. “Run, get out of here!” was all I could manage to say. She grabbed her things and ran away as fast as she could. That distraction would be costly, as the mugger slipped from my grasp and got up. He pulled a pistol out of his coat pocket.

He fired several times without hesitation. I quickly fell out of consciousness.

I thought I was going to die, but I was surprised when I actually woke up. It was a bright, beautiful place where I reawakened, and the first person I saw was an old, but surprisingly in shape old man. He told me his name-the Superior. He said that he had healed me of my pain, and that I was in another universe, called the Otherworld. He spoke of great things he could teach me, knowledge that would help me never get shot again. I listened, and accepted his offer to teach me the ways of an Otherworld Warrior.

The Superior mentored me for years, yet I never aged. When my training finally came to an end, he offered to bring me back to Earth, as long as I protected my those who need protection. Yet again, I accepted without hesitation. He told me that he had given me the tools to be a hero, but only I could use them. And with that, he sent me back.

So now, I roam through the town of Rockton a changed man. I am now a happier, better person. But that’s only during the day. At night, I dawn the clothes of a warrior. I give protection, and take down corruption. I am no longer just Shawn Royal, I am The Assailant.

 

[Climperoonie]

Chapter 29: Surge pt.5



"Dude! I already told you! I work alone! I ain't gonna have no rookie superhero fresh out the mold's blood on my hands if this guy kills you like you said he almost did! Go find someone else! I heard the Blue Blur doesn't have anything to do..." I angrily reacted. I needed to get away. Flying at the fastest speed possible, I took off like a jet, leaving the kid in my dust. I'm not going to be responsible for the deaths of my frineds, this kid, or anyone else for that matter. Just these defenseless citizens. The others can take care of themselves for all I care...

The New Girl - Part I

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When I get home, it's two in the flippin' morning. I pull off my suit quicker than a cat can get out of water, and I fall onto my bed, exhausted. I fall asleep straight away, barely having time to pull the cover over me. I sleep, and dream.... Only to be woken up by my mother three and a half hours later.
​

"Jake, get up." She tells me.

"Nnnn... Why up so early....." I mumble, still half asleep.

"You're back to school." She answers. That wakes me up. School?! This is nucking futs! I have to deal with Guy Fawkes or whatever his name was first!

"C'mon, up you get!"

/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\

I sit at my desk, trying to stay awake after God knows home much sleep I lost over the past few days. Then our teacher, Mrs. Hall, says something after the register.

"Now today, we have a new student. Her name is Chelsea Greenfield. Come in, Chelsea." And she does. Holy *****. I think I've just met my female double. And had an erection in class.
​

 

[Climperoonie]

The New Girl - Part I

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When I get home, it's two in the flippin' morning. I pull off my suit quicker than a cat can get out of water, and I fall onto my bed, exhausted. I fall asleep straight away, barely having time to pull the cover over me. I sleep, and dream.... Only to be woken up by my mother three and a half hours later.
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"Jake, get up." She tells me.

"Nnnn... Why up so early....." I mumble, still half asleep.

"You're back to school." She answers. That wakes me up. School?! This is nucking futs! I have to deal with Guy Fawkes or whatever his name was first!

"C'mon, up you get!"

/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\

I sit at my desk, trying to stay awake after God knows home much sleep I lost over the past few days. Then our teacher, Mrs. Hall, says something after the register.

"Now today, we have a new student. Her name is Chelsea Greenfield. Come in, Chelsea." And she does. Holy s#!t. I think I've just met my female double. And had an erection in class.
​

The New Girl - Part I

Chelsea has long, brownish hair, and was white-skinned, like me. She stood there, a little nervous look on her face like she was half her age. I sit there, transfixed. Please don't sit her next to me so she says hi and I have a spaz attack in class! I think to myself.

"There's a seat there, near Jake. He's the one with the blonde hair." Sincer, fecking crap. My luck is sooooooooo crap. Oh boy, this is more embaressing than the time I tripped over my cloak when I was in the nativity as a Shepard in 4th Grade. C'mon Jake, you've fought beasts of Pure Shadow and guys who can make bombs outta their hands! You can not cock up in front of a girl! She puts her bag in a locker, and gets out her stuff. She sits down in the chair next to mine. I could stand up and shout a very obscene swear word right about now, but it's school, so I just do it in my head.

/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\

It's Lunch, and I sit on a bench under the tree, munching my school lunch. I sit and think about GunPowder, how the hell am I gonna deal with him on my own?! S'pose I could take Blacklight's advise and ask Blurry boy, but then I'd probably have to deal with names like "Kiddo" and stuff. There's Scout, but A) I can't contact him and B) he'd kick my ass if he found out. Big fat Bum Monkeys. I hate my life sometimes, if I could just -

"Hey" Woah, crap, that made me jump! I look round, and - Buggar, it's Chelsea.

"Woah, um, hey, Chelsea, you made me jump a bit." I say, trying not to hide my embaressment.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I just saw you sitting here and, you looked lonely, so I thought - "

"No, it's fine, just thinking about... Stuff. So, where're you from?"

"Carver, we've had to move down here to Denver because my Dad got a job here. What about you?"

"Lived here all my life. Just me and my mom, my Dad was murdered."

"Really? That's horrible! How old were you?"

"Three."

"That's awful!"

"Yeah, I became a loner after that. I made friends with a kid called Alex Graham, few years back. We had a falling out and, um-" I get cut short when the bell goes. Wow, lunch goes quick when you have a friend to chat to properly! Alex just used to sit there.

"Well, it was nice to speak to you, Jake." She says, and walks away.

"Nice to chat with you too!" I shout after her. When I go into the classroom, I have the first smile on my face in school since I won that award.
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[Feature]

AGNUS DEI
Season I - Part 10


Ernie Block, Chief of Police, walked into the church. He hadn't slept all night... and it showed. He carried with him a thick manilla folder. Running down to the basement, the chubby dark-haired man felt sleep tugging at his eyelids.

Upon entering the cellar, Block saw the amnesiac sleeping on a cot in the corner. He sat down in a folding chair next to the sleeping man and spoke loudly.

"Wake up, Sleeping Beauty... we've got alot of work to do."

The amnesiac woke with a start, looked all around, then slowly sat up.

"What time is it?" He asked.

"It's morning. That's all you need to know."

The amnesiac tried to rub his eyes, but was unable to due to the helmet. It would be a constant hindrance.

"I've been digging all night, kid. Got some info here that might be useful."

His interest piqued, the amnesiac straightened up and leaned closer to the Police Chief.

"Wow. Thank you. I... I can't tell you what this--"

"Save it, pal. This wasn't no good deed. For all I know you're a sick madman and I wouldn't be doin' my job if I didn't try to figure you out as soon as possible."

The amnesiac nodded.

"Alright... fine. So, what did you find?"

Block opened the folder and stared down at a couple of papers.

"Not too much. I mean... nothing concrete. But I've got been building on my theory and I think I've got a pretty strong case."

"Let's hear it."

"What I've learned is that there is a huge market out there for people like you. Every gang and government on the planet is looking for a man who can't be stopped by conventional means."

"You mean someone who can't be shot?"

"That's right. Can you imagine how much a country would be willing to pay for an army of invincible men? Not only that, but what if they had enhanced strength as well? From what you told me about punching the pavement out there in the alley, I'd say odds are pretty good that stronger than any man ought to be."

The amnesiac remembered how the pavement yielded to his strike, collapsing into sand-like particles...

"So... what are you telling me?"

"I'm telling you that you're an extremely valuable commodity. Everyone would love to have you... to own you... but people like you don't just grow on trees do they?"

"Of course not."

"Which means someone has to create you. Someone has to be able to change you into what you are now. Someone has to experiment on humans over and over again, trying to obtain the desired result... you."

"But that's illegal, isn't it?"

"You're damn right it is! Couldn't be more illegal if they were eating Bald Eagles the whole damn time... But see, while I was looking for information about you, I discovered that several organizations had been charged with conducting such experiments in the past decade."

"What organizations? Who are they?"

"Don't get to excited, kid. Anyone who got caught was shut down permanently, so there's no way they can be suspects here. What's worse is that there is an incredibly broad spectrum in terms of the kind of organizations who performed these experiments. Like I said, some people would give anything to have a man like you on their side. Whoever was successfully would be disgustingly wealthy. Due to that fact, all sorts of groups got on board... from large goverment-sponsored organizations to small-time hoodlums."

The amnesiac's heart sank.

"I'm sorry... but this is going to be more difficult than I thought. You're just going to have to remember. I don't see any other way."

About to sink into the depths of despair, the amnesiac suddenly remembered Father Wycazik's words.

"Maybe... what if there was another explanation? What if something else made me like this?"

Confused, Block furrowed his brow.

"Something else? Like what?"

"Maybe a higher power. I mean, like... what if some divine force made me like this for a reason?"

Block laughed.

"You've been talking to that priest, haven't you?"

The amnesiac felt embarrassed.

"It's just... I'd like to be able to think that maybe... maybe something good is behind this?"

"Something good? Did something good screw that damn helmet into your friggin' bones?"

Dishearted, the amnesiac ran his fingers of the heads of the screws that ran deep into his chest.

"I don't--"

"Let me ask you something... are you hungry?"

"What?"

"Really. I want to know. You haven't eaten since you woke up yesterday morning... aren't you hungry?"

"I... yeah. I am." The amnesiac replied, realizing for the first time that he was.

"Okay. So how are you going to eat?"

The amnesiac's face, could it be seen, would have paled significantly. He could not eat. He could not reach his mouth.

"Those bandages on your arms... take them off."

"Why? What has that got to do wi--"

"Just take 'em off and you'll see."

The amnesiac peeled off the bandages from his left arm and stared down at the flesh, which was marked with dozens of very tiny holes. Block shook his head.

"So God sent you here, huh? Was he the one feeding you intravenously?"

 

[Climperoonie]

The New Girl - Part I

Chelsea has long, brownish hair, and was white-skinned, like me. She stood there, a little nervous look on her face like she was half her age. I sit there, transfixed. Please don't sit her next to me so she says hi and I have a spaz attack in class! I think to myself.

"There's a seat there, near Jake. He's the one with the blonde hair." Sincer, fecking crap. My luck is sooooooooo crap. Oh boy, this is more embaressing than the time I tripped over my cloak when I was in the nativity as a Shepard in 4th Grade. C'mon Jake, you've fought beasts of Pure Shadow and guys who can make bombs outta their hands! You can not cock up in front of a girl! She puts her bag in a locker, and gets out her stuff. She sits down in the chair next to mine. I could stand up and shout a very obscene swear word right about now, but it's school, so I just do it in my head.

/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\

It's Lunch, and I sit on a bench under the tree, munching my school lunch. I sit and think about GunPowder, how the hell am I gonna deal with him on my own?! S'pose I could take Blacklight's advise and ask Blurry boy, but then I'd probably have to deal with names like "Kiddo" and stuff. There's Scout, but A) I can't contact him and B) he'd kick my ass if he found out. Big fat Bum Monkeys. I hate my life sometimes, if I could just -

"Hey" Woah, crap, that made me jump! I look round, and - Buggar, it's Chelsea.

"Woah, um, hey, Chelsea, you made me jump a bit." I say, trying not to hide my embaressment.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I just saw you sitting here and, you looked lonely, so I thought - "

"No, it's fine, just thinking about... Stuff. So, where're you from?"

"Carver, we've had to move down here to Denver because my Dad got a job here. What about you?"

"Lived here all my life. Just me and my mom, my Dad was murdered."

"Really? That's horrible! How old were you?"

"Three."

"That's awful!"

"Yeah, I became a loner after that. I made friends with a kid called Alex Graham, few years back. We had a falling out and, um-" I get cut short when the bell goes. Wow, lunch goes quick when you have a friend to chat to properly! Alex just used to sit there.

"Well, it was nice to speak to you, Jake." She says, and walks away.

"Nice to chat with you too!" I shout after her. When I go into the classroom, I have the first smile on my face in school since I won that award.
​

The New Girl - Part I
/\/\/\/\/|Four Days Later|\/\/\/\/\

Me and Chelsea have become friends now. She's been coming round a lot, we've been hanging out around town after school. I've never been this happy. I decide to tell her about my powers. If other people knew about my powers, they'd probably say it's to soon. But I don't care. We are upstairs when I do it.

"Chels, how well can I trust you?" I ask her.

"You can trust me very well Jake. We've only been friends a week, but you're my best and only friend. My others are sorta just mates." She replies, smiling.

"Good. Now, this is gonna sound weird." I say. She looks at me in an odd way. I puff out a breath of air, then continue, "I have super powers." Chelsea looks at me for a moment, then starts to giggle.

"Good one!" She laughs.

"Fine, I was hoping I wasn't gonna have to do this." I say. I put up my hand, clench it into a fist, and then it sparks as a ball of electric appears. I Put it vertically and point at my TV with two fingers. I focus and a bolt zaps out and turns the TV on. I then relax my hand and the Electric disappears.

"Woah." She manages to get out. Her mouth is open, her eyes wide.

"Wanna go for a ride?" I ask her. She nods, still gobsmacked. I creep out the windo and create the disc. Since I can't be bother to put my suit on, I suffice with my mask and a hoody. "Grab my hand before you climb on, so if this electricutes you, it will go back into me and I can safely get you off." I tell her. She does. Then shes leaps onto the disc and..... Nothing happens. She's safe! I focus on making more "Safe Electric" and use it to make straps over her boots so she doesn't fall off. "Ready?"

"Ready." She says, and we're off. Flying through Lost Haven. Jake Coles and Chelsea Greenfield; Electron and, uh, Chelsea Greenfield. We land on the Pertwee building. And kiss.
​

 

[Climperoonie]

The New Girl - Part I
/\/\/\/\/|Four Days Later|\/\/\/\/\

Me and Chelsea have become friends now. She's been coming round a lot, we've been hanging out around town after school. I've never been this happy. I decide to tell her about my powers. If other people knew about my powers, they'd probably say it's to soon. But I don't care. We are upstairs when I do it.​

"Chels, how well can I trust you?" I ask her.​

"You can trust me very well Jake. We've only been friends a week, but you're my best and only friend. My others are sorta just mates." She replies, smiling.​

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"Good. Now, this is gonna sound weird." I say. She looks at me in an odd way. I puff out a breath of air, then continue, "I have super powers." Chelsea looks at me for a moment, then starts to giggle.​

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"Good one!" She laughs.​

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"Fine, I was hoping I wasn't gonna have to do this." I say. I put up my hand, clench it into a fist, and then it sparks as a ball of electric appears. I Put it vertically and point at my TV with two fingers. I focus and a bolt zaps out and turns the TV on. I then relax my hand and the Electric disappears.​

"Woah." She manages to get out. Her mouth is open, her eyes wide.​

​

"Wanna go for a ride?" I ask her. She nods, still gobsmacked. I creep out the windo and create the disc. Since I can't be bother to put my suit on, I suffice with my mask and a hoody. "Grab my hand before you climb on, so if this electricutes you, it will go back into me and I can safely get you off." I tell her. She does. Then shes leaps onto the disc and..... Nothing happens. She's safe! I focus on making more "Safe Electric" and use it to make straps over her boots so she doesn't fall off. "Ready?"​

"Ready." She says, and we're off. Flying through Lost Haven. Jake Coles and Chelsea Greenfield; Electron and, uh, Chelsea Greenfield. We land on the Pertwee building. And kiss.​

​

GunPowder's return/Blacklight Team-Up - Part I
​

I'd just dropped Chels off at her house, and was then going back home, when I hear an Explosion nearby. Then a closer one.

"Been lookin' for ya, kid." I hear from behind me.

"GunPowder." I say. That saves me the job of finding him, anyway. But I haven't come up with a plan! I turn round.

"Ooh, you remember me." His hollow, rattling voice sends chills through my spine. I don't show it. "I have something you won't remember though, it's new." He says, and I barely have time to create a shield of electric as he shoots a cloud of flame-thrower type fire at me from his hands. I take a hand away from the shield, and spark it up. In a second I dissipate my shield, clap my hands forward and create a blast of electric. But GunPowder knew I was going to do it, and at the exact moment, blasted fire at me. The two blasts hit in the middle, as we both pushed as hard as we could, attempting to make it go the other way. I pile on all my energy, and I push so hard, electric crackles down the fire and zaps him back. He ignites his jetpack, but can't see me. Then I leap out, and blast him far. And then loose sight of him. And I'm so busy looking for a blue man that I don't spot a green oviod hurtling at me. BOOM. I am blasted backward and smash onto a building top, my hoody ripping at the back. GunPowder flies and and grabs me by the throat. I feel his hands slowly heating up.

"Kid, you're gonna die."​

 

[Asteroid-Man]

Asteroid-Man woke up on a sofa of the loft to see a pile of books regarding the Legend of "Le Comte de Monte-Cristo". Joe picked up the and started reading through it just as Hunter came in, now dressed as Monty Gem only without the facial hair, slicked hair and glasses.

"Finally up?"

"Yeah."

"Good, get dressed."

"What-?"

"We're going down."

"Where?"

"You do remember right? We're in a crystal room above the building?"

"Oh right..."

"Yeah, so I got to get to work but I can't just leave you here. I need you to go and see if you can get a job at Shade Corp."

"You said Chris only hired criminals?"

"Well you have a cleared record. He'll give you a job with him in the main tower or the data tower. His workers there he needs to make sure have clean backgrounds. It's too risky to gamble the information in those."

"So how would I- wait a minute, how did you know about my record?"

Hunter flicks on the TV and hits "PLAY" on the remote. On comes a News special about Asteroid-Man. It was a special from when he revealed who he was to the UN.

"I pulled some string with the US ambassador's and I found your identity. I went looking through your records. I saw you became a cop after being involved in organized crime."

"But those records were deleted the night I got a major drug bust."

"The Los Angeles Commissioner still remembered. I gave him a sack of diamonds and he told me."

"And you did all this last night?"

"Yep."

"I guess we're on the same level know with knowing each other's identities and all..."

Joe puts down the book.

"Say, if you're ancestor's name was spelled Monte Cristo, why did you spell it Monty and Kristo?"

"Monty is more modern and years ago my grandfather, for God knows what reason, changed the "C" to a "K"."

"Odd.."

As Asteroid started getting into some of Hunter's clothes he noticed Hunter slick back his hair and put on the fake facial-hair followed by a green glass eye, a green contact and glasses over top.

"All this crap pisses me off."

"I'm sure it does."

He then grabs his cane and walks over to the elevator. Inside the elevator, Hunter hands Joe a folder.

"Those are you're records. Take it to Jen. She'll see to it you get a job."

"Ok, thanks."

When the doors opened to the last floor, Hunter started limping out on his cane.

It reminded Joe of House. The doors closed once again and re-opened at the first floor where he got out. He soon arrived at Shade Corp. after taking a taxi. He got up to the Data tower and up to Jen's office and gave her the folder. She gave him the job and asked him to wait outside her office while she called Shade to let him know. Joe pulled out his com-link.

"Hunt- I mean.. uh Monty?"

"Hey Joe."

"Ok so Jen's was apparently looking for something and I can hear her on the phone now."

"Ok one sec. I have the line tapped."

"..."

"They seem to be talking about cats..."

"No, I guess they knew you were tapping and reset it to a recording. She said she lost Project: Dito. Look for the flash drive, titled Project: Dito. Then-"

Jen came back out. Joe shut off the com-link.

*BACK AT GEM INC*

"Then what!? How do I use this thing!? Bill! Can you give me a hand with this Dash-Card thing?"

"Oh yeah sure."

*BACK TO SHADE CORP*

Jen began talking to Joe.

"Ok so if you could just go up to the main tower that would be great. Take the upper bridge and go up to the highest room. Chris Shade awaits you."

Joe crossed the bridge and walked up the stairs. He finally reached the top and stood at the door. He held his fist out to knock and the door had already opened. Before him stood Christopher Shade. He had Black Hair, Blue Eyes and a smile that could stop a hundred girls. He had a black suit with a white shirt and a black tie.

"Hello mister O'Neil. Please come in."

Joseph walks in and takes a seat on the one-seat sofa in front of Shade's desk.

"So how exactly did you hear about what I do?"

"Well with all due respect...uh-sir, you need to keep things like these business opportunities more secret. You wouldn't want this information falling into the wrong hands now would you?"

"I see you fully understand the situation here."

"Yes sir."

"Ok, so your first business project is too help us finish the barricade."

"The what?"

"How much do you know about our company's role in the riot?"

"Well I know that it's actually night right now..."

"And how do you know that?"

"When I flew here, I saw the truth..."

"Odd, planes don't fly over here..."

"Uh- it was a private jet."

"I see... so the barricade we are building will stop rafts from leaving the Island. We control the ships and the planes but people have started making rafts. The barricade will also create an electromagnetic field stopping planes from flying overhead and we have started juicing the clouds with the electric jolts so we don't get parachuters or sky divers either."

"But this is the largest city in the United States, do you really think we can get away with this?"

The Count sits down at his chair and chuckles while sipping his wine. He hands Joe a sealed paper signed by the President and the US Congress.

"You've bought Sub City and the Great Sub City area?"

"That is correct Mr. O'Neil."

The Count takes the sheet back from Joe. And hands him a slip.

"That'll give you directions. Get to work and watch out for the protesters. They are looking for a revolution but show them no sign of weakness."

"Yes sir."

"You may go."

Joe opens the door to walk out.

"Oh and tonight, I'm going to need a favor."

*************************************

Joe's driving in his car and he pulls out his phone.

"Hey, it's Joe."

"Ok no one's around."

"Hunter, listen I know what's going on."

"So do I. Project: Ditto, it's a serum that they feed to the strongest workers at something called-"

"-the barricade."

"Yeah. It grants them mimicking abilities. How did you know about the barricade?"

"I've been posted there, I'm on my way now."

"Ok listen, I need you to set up asteroid-dust in, around, underneath and on the barricade parts you're doing."

"Alright, I got to go, I'm here."

"Call me tonight."

Joe puts down his phone and gets to work leaving dust everywhere. At the end of the day the supervisor gives him a key and a new slip of directions to his new home in the old complex. He got in and picked up the phone.

"Hello?"

"Hunter it's me. I set the stuff up."

"Good, it'll work as a defense later."

"I got the protesters to meet you in a few hours."

Joe looks outside and sees the darkness get lit up instantly as lights in all the other complexes turn on.

"Good. Hey by the way, where are you calling from? It doesn't sound like a cell phone..."

"I'm calling from the complex"

"Hang up now and call me with your cell."

He hangs up can calls.

"They tapped the lines, get out of there NOW!"

Joe flies out the back door just as the swarm of other workers burst into the house.

"Now get to the Count before 11:00 pm."

"Why?"

"Because they don't tell him about things until 11:00. So get there and see what's in store now."

Joe hangs up and flies faster but is then tackled by Kristo in mid air! They fall down and land on the hover-cycle below as it flies by. They fight.

"What are you doing!?"

"It's over! You actually went over to the enemy, you're working for them and you're going to try to bring me down!"

"What are you talking about!?"

He pulls out a stick that lets a clear blade out. Before it can hit him, Asteroid-Man creates an Asteroid-blade to combat it. Kristo goes for Asteroid-Man's head and A-Man dodges and swings back. Kristo blocks it and as they both press their swords on each other Kristo's sword cracks. Only diamonds can break diamonds... this guy's a fake! Asteroid cuts through the sword, jumps over Kristo and stabs him. His appearance changes and the cycle disappears. The body falls down to the streets below and pummels a car as Asteroid-man flies to the building. He gets to Shade and then the suit of armors turn around and grab Joe.
"I hate liars."

The Count punches Joe out.

 

[Blacklight]

Chapter 30: Close mentality


Okay. So I'm really frustrated right now. But a good sit on the Maglee Tower's roof always calms me down. I've been noticing a sharp rise in meta-human activity in the last few months. First nearly all my friends end up having powers. I get attcked by a vicious meta-human that makes Superman look like a p***y. And now this Electron kid. But these observations only make up more questions, the first one being "Should I help Electron?". I mean, I just met him, and the kid's a loose cannon. He's nowhere near in control of his powers enough, and he needs someone to make sure he can't get in trouble. But then I don't wanna be responsible if something happens to him. And if I do help him, I'll look like a hippocrit if any of my other friends find out, but I can't let him die. Then flashes start to form. Sublymonal in origin. Flashes of her. The one I loved. The one I failed...

Then it hit me.

From this day foward, I work alone.

I work alone in helping others to defeat the problems at hand.

I work alone in recieving help from others to help myself with my problems.

I work alone, but not alone. I have other heroes to help, and to be helped from, and I wouldn't make this oath if it weren't for her...

"For you.....Kristi...."

Then I blast off into the sky to find Electron...

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GunPowder's return/Blacklight Team-Up - Part I​

I'd just dropped Chels off at her house, and was then going back home, when I hear an Explosion nearby. Then a closer one.​

"Been lookin' for ya, kid." I hear from behind me.​

"GunPowder."I say. That saves me the job of finding him, anyway. But I haven't come up with a plan! I turn round.​

"Ooh, you remember me." His hollow, rattling voice sends chills through my spine. I don't show it. "I have something you won't remember though, it's new." He says, and I barely have time to create a shield of electric as he shoots a cloud of flame-thrower type fire at me from his hands. I take a hand away from the shield, and spark it up. In a second I dissipate my shield, clap my hands forward and create a blast of electric. But GunPowder knew I was going to do it, and at the exact moment, blasted fire at me. The two blasts hit in the middle, as we both pushed as hard as we could, attempting to make it go the other way. I pile on all my energy, and I push so hard, electric crackles down the fire and zaps him back. He ignites his jetpack, but can't see me. Then I leap out, and blast him far. And then loose sight of him. And I'm so busy looking for a blue man that I don't spot a green oviod hurtling at me. BOOM. I am blasted backward and smash onto a building top, my hoody ripping at the back. GunPowder flies and and grabs me by the throat. I feel his hands slowly heating up.​

"Kid, you're gonna die."​

"AAAHHHH!!" Electron was screaming from the searing pain that was burning his neck, but before he could reach the brink of death, a familiar diamond boomerang, had slashed his arm, leaving a giant gash in his bicep, and the pain caused him to drop Electron, before returning swiftly to my hand.

"No one's dying tonight, because he's with me."

"Really?"

So then I quickly pulled out my trademark staff, and landed a powerful swipe to the side, knocking him far away to the left, giving me enough time to help Electron, who was barely breathing.

"Here." I said pulling out a small clear packet filled with a bright blue liquid.

"...Soy sauce?" He faintly asked.

"Not quite. RomanoTech Rapid-healing elixir. Blueberry flavor. It'll take a few minutes, and leave you immobile for about 15 minutes, but it'll heal you. Then we'll take this guy out. Together. But for now..." I said as I tore open the packet, poured it into his mouth, and got back up, turning to face the arisen villain. Energy flowing through my hand.

"...I got this."

 

[Blacklight]

Chapter 31: Surge II pt.1​

As GunPowder and I stare each other down, anticipating each other's reaction, Gunpowder quickly put out his palm and began launching bullets, but rapidy spinning my staff, I managed to deflect the bullets with ease.
​

(OOC: I made this, not Climp. Cool huh?)

I even yawned at him, which made him angrier, so he took a different approach, and generated multiple bombs, so I blasted each one with a blackbolt in mid-air. He grew even more frustrated. So then he tired the flames, and I flew away from them, but then he used his jetpack to fly after me. I had to lose him...

"Hey! Over here!"

Then he began the chase. I flew at top speed and tried confusing him by making sharp turns and flying in different plans, but he was right on par. Losing him wasn't an option right, now, but then I had an idea. I then just flew in a circle around the building monotonously, with GunPowder right on my tail.

"Hey, GunPowder. You know what doesn't suck about flying?"

Then the sound of the jetpack crapping out confirmed to me that my plan worked.

"What the!?! Nooo!"

"I don't run out of gas!" I gloated. Now was the time to go at him. I managed to grab him while he was falling, and flew upward, then quickly flew down, falling like a crashing plan, and with all my strength, I launched GunPowder downward, and when he made contact with the roof, it was brutal...

POW!

The force from the landing had caused a tremor and the brick beneath him was shattered. But what amazed me most was that after that, he got back up. His costume was wrecked, and blood was pouring from his wounds, even his eyes, but he got back up. I descended in front of him, to see what this guy was made of. Electron's lucky I came or else this guy would've killed him.

"What do you want with Electron?"

"Wouldn't you like to know... and here he is now."

Then I look behind me to see the healed Electron, ready to fight.

"You ready?"

"Sure am." He said floating on his disc, and I floated up slightly, staff in hand, ready to go.

 

[Climperoonie]

Chapter 31: Surge II pt.1​

​

As GunPowder and I stare each other down, anticipating each other's reaction, Gunpowder quickly put out his palm and began launching bullets, but rapidy spinning my staff, I managed to deflect the bullets with ease.​

(OOC: I made this, not Climp. Cool huh?)​

I even yawned at him, which made him angrier, so he took a different approach, and generated multiple bombs, so I blasted each one with a blackbolt in mid-air. He grew even more frustrated. So then he tired the flames, and I flew away from them, but then he used his jetpack to fly after me. I had to lose him...​

"Hey! Over here!"​

Then he began the chase. I flew at top speed and tried confusing him by making sharp turns and flying in different plans, but he was right on par. Losing him wasn't an option right, now, but then I had an idea. I then just flew in a circle around the building monotonously, with GunPowder right on my tail.​

"Hey, GunPowder. You know what doesn't suck about flying?"​

Then the sound of the jetpack crapping out confirmed to me that my plan worked.​

"What the!?! Nooo!"​

"I don't run out of gas!" I gloated. Now was the time to go at him. I managed to grab him while he was falling, and flew upward, then quickly flew down, falling like a crashing plan, and with all my strength, I launched GunPowder downward, and when he made contact with the roof, it was brutal...​

POW!​

The force from the landing had caused a tremor and the brick beneath him was shattered. But what amazed me most was that after that, he got back up. His costume was wrecked, and blood was pouring from his wounds, even his eyes, but he got back up. I descended in front of him, to see what this guy was made of. Electron's lucky I came or else this guy would've killed him.​

"What do you want with Electron?"​

"Wouldn't you like to know... and here he is now."​

Then I look behind me to see the healed Electron, ready to fight.​

"You ready?"​

"Sure am." He said floating on his disc, and I floated up slightly, staff in hand, ready to go.​

I fling a bolt of Lightning at GunPowder, and he dodges it. He chucks a grenade at us.

"What made you decide to help me?!" I shout to Blacklight as we dodge the explosion

 

[ScarletVenom25]

THE ASSAILANT
The Clan: Part One
​

I throw my books inside my backpack, another neverending stream of homework done. I checked the clock on the wall-7:00 PM. Just the right time to head out and do my duties. I throw the backpack on my bed and open my closet. To the naked eye, there was just a large shelf of clothes. But to me and Uncle Chet, it was the doorwayto the most important thing in my life. I slid my hand down the crease between the shelf and the wall. I found the right spot and pulled, opening the wall like a door.

I walk right through the newfound hole and shut it after I was in. Inside, I see my uncle at his desk, working on new gizmos and gadgets for me to use. I walk by him unnoticed, and head over to the glass wall in the back of the makeshift "headquarters". Behind it was all of my equipment-my Otherworld Katanas and Warrior Sword (both given to me by the Superior), and my "costume". This "costume" consists of a black trenchcoat and bandana for my head, a pair of sunglasses, and black jeans and boots. Nothing too special.

I suit up, only keeping my white tanktop on of all my original clothing. I holster my blades, then head over to check in with Uncle Chet. "I'm heading out," I say, using a voice deeper than mine to disguise my identity.

"Alright, but I gotta scoop that you need to hear about." he replies, turning away from his work.

"What is it? Armored truck robbery? Bomb threat?" I say, naming off some of the crimes that Uncle Chet's revealed to me ahead of time. You see, my uncle used to be a weapons developer for hire, so he naturally heard about plenty of big heists before they happened.

"Nope, but I did hear that this new crime organization called The Clan were gonna be up to something big tonight. Keep your ears open, okay?"

"No problem." I told him. And with that, I headed over to panel on the eastern wall of the room. Three taps with my knuckles and it opens up to reveal a great view of Rockton, California from 45 stories up. Without hesitation, I jump out of the opening and into my favorite part of any day:

Crime fighting.​

 

[Asteroid-Man]

Asteroid-Man woke up, still in his suit. He had been strapped down to a table which was also hooked up to a generator.

"You let out a lot of power don't you, Asteroid-Man?"

Shade was standing in front of him. Joe brought his head up a bit and moved it from side to side slowly as his vision blurred back.

"See this generator? I've put a months supply of energy in it because of you. The odd thing I found was when I put the suction on high..."

Shade pushes the lever on the generator up as Joe twitches and his body pulls out.

"...you get tired and fall unconscious within five minutes."

He pulls the lever back down as Joe smacks back against the generator platform. Ge slowly clicks his finger on the phone to redial and presses mute. He knew his friend could trace the call and fit the pieces together as he listened in on the conversation.

"Do you know what I do to those who are threats to me Mr. O'Neil?"

He picks up a syringe.

"I make them my soldiers."

He motions as two iron knights walk over and remove Joe from the platform, holding him firm.

"But you do get some benefits."

As the Count came closer to Joe the syringe began to glow more.

"I had this one made to fit your specific needs Mr. O'Neil. That weakening crystal of yours that you shot into my soldier was recovered, duplicated and one of them is about to run through your blood. You see, for some reason, the first time we tried when you were "sleeping" was being rejected by your body. It seems your immune system is much stronger then that of the average human... so I decided to experiment! Here goes!"

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Meanwhile Killer Kristo had already entered the building.

As Kristo went up the towers he could here a generator starting up and he saw the light polluted sky get brighter. Then, Kristo was confronted by an army of knights.

"If you don't get out of my way now, I will kill every last one of you. Understand?"

The leading knight spoke in a mimic of Kristo's voice.

"He said you might try something like that."

All I need to do is be quick enough for them not to mimic my style of fighting...

Kristo pulled out his baton and pressed the first button as a double-sided diamond blade pops out. Kristo whirls it around and jumps into battle taking down every single one of then and finally presses the second button and the baton splits into two. Kristo fights the oncoming army with two swords and takes a few steps down the stairs as he is being overwhelmed by the attack. Kristo presses the last button on each baton and an extra blade pops out of each sword. Kristo now battles with two double sided swords until finally all the knights are dead. Then he hears the sound of marching and clanging metal and sees a new army coming forth.

"Oh **** this!"

He pulls the blades in, attaches the batons and puts it back in his pocket then presses on his bracelet as the hover-cycle fies in. He jumps instantly and lands on the cycle without it stopping. He presses a button on the front of his cycle and two blades poke out in front, two come out on the side and a silver baton shoots out the compartment in front. Kristo catches the baton and presses a button as it lets out a long paladin-like weapon which he holds out in front. He flies through the army and up the stairs. All he has to do know is pass the bridge when *WHAM* he flies off the cycle and loses the paladin staff. He opens his eyes to see a sword, jabbed into the floor had stopped him. He gets up off of the floor and a dart hit's hit in the back.

"ARGH!!!!!"

He turns to see Jen and gets three more darts thrown into his legs. He was too distracted by the thought of his love attacking him that he let his guard down. Jen pulls out an ax from one of the empty knight suits and runs it into Kristo as he slides between her legs while grabbing the ax. Jen flips over. Jen, now lying in between two knights hits the bottom of the knights' fists to launch up their swords and she flips herself up just in time to catch them.

Kristo pulls out his own two swords.

"Jen, I don't want to fight you."

Jen lunges at him as he parrys and takes a step back.

"How could you do it?"

Twelve-o'clock swipe at the head. Block and repost.

"You're a killer."

3 o'clock to the arm, repost.

"No I swear! I didn't kill his father!"

Kristo lunges into Jen's wrist guard and throws the sword away. He pulls in with his back, holding her remaining sword arm to the wall while holding out her other hand.

"And you still lie to me!"

She knees him in the crotch. As he pulls away she makes fast movements that are all blocked. Still in pain from the kneeing, Kristo smacks Jen's sword, twice between his own, locks it in both of his in with hers and smacks hers away. He stabs his swords to her sides, pinning her to the wall.

"I'm not the bad guy here and I'm going to prove it to you."

He takes his swords and drops sleeping gas. He jumps into Shade's office as he throws the darts from his back and legs into the joint slits of the knights, killing them instantly. Shade looks to see Kristo jumping through the door.

"Now I've got you!"

"Not yet!"

Shade stabs the syringe into Asteroid-Man's neck and steps back. Kristo raises his swords ready to fight as the Count exits and Asteroid-Man transforms into a more enhanced Mimic Soldier.

 

[Byrd Man]

IC: Bennie Farmer Part XVIII

"Actually, the more apt metaphor would be: "That's like leaving the starving tiger inside of his cage until his carcass has been consumed by flies."" House said, glaring at the Blue Blur.

"You have two choices here: One, take the kid off of the psycho suppressants. Yeah, he's crazy and could kill us all... or he might not. Two, leave him on the drugs and watch as his brain kills him."

"You can't do this, Greg. You didn't see his powers. He can bring down aircraft with his mind. Imagine what he'll do to us."

"You want to take him off, fine. But it's your ass."

I shake my head as I kick my legs into high gear and dissapear from my current location. I'm back again in the blink of an eye.

"Sorry, I had to take a leak. But like I said. If he brings this place down with just a thought, it's your fault. So go ahead, Dr. Lame-Leg."

 

[Apprentice]

Divinity
Season One, Part I
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The hospital was, as usual, bustling with many different kinds of people. There were weary doctors that made no attempt to hide their eagerness to be rid of their duties; exasperated patients that were irked at the seeming incompetence of the physicians that were treating their odd ailments; irritated interns that complained to each other about the scolding words they received from their respective residents. From the balcony overlooking the large waiting room that was filled to the brim with downtrodden men and women, Alexander Hayes could lay his dark azure gaze on an example of each of the aforementioned stereotypes.

Taking a deep gulp of his coffee to rejuvenate his senses, he inhaled deeply and prepared to plunge himself back into the proverbial fray of injuries and diseases. Throughout his life, he had been an expert in several areas and a worker in many more. And, despite the stress that accompanied the tasks, he had never found any as satisfying as that of modern medicine - the constant advancements, the sense of repaying an inherent debt to society, the concept of helping others promoting a state of emotional wellbeing. He smiled softly and turned, disposing of the polystyrene container as he descended into the chaos of the lower floors. In truth, being a doctor brought none of those things; if it did, they were drowned out by the cold reality of life that he was forced to confront on a daily basis.

"All it does is open your eyes to the world," he murmured softly to himself, before bursting through the double doors into the Emergency Room, his long white coat billowing outwards behind him. "All right, people, what've you got for me?"

At his telltale call, a young throng of scrubs-attired interns assembled themselves around him. Each one of them had managed to retain their sense of idealism thus far, a quality which Alex hoped would continue. The first in line was Samantha Morris, whose almost-haggard appearance belied her talent. At her side, Jamie Collin peered at his mentor through battered spectacles, blinking forlornly and allowing his fingers to wander about within the cotton walls of his pockets. The final member of Alex's novice team of interns was Cristine Donnell; she was the most professional of the group, her expression stiff and stoic at all times. Alex had yet to see her lips curve into an awkward smile, but he excused her for that; after all, a hospital was not ordinarily a locale rife with humour and good spirit.

"There's a fifty-two year old lady presenting with heart pain behind Curtain Two," Morris began. "I diagnosed her with cardiac arrythmia and want to start her on a course of cardioversion."

Collin was quick to present his own patient, pressing the charts into Alex's hands. "Twenty-seven year old male presenting with abdomenal pain, Curtain Seven. I'm keeping her on a small dose of morphine until we can get a surgical consult down here."

"Good," Alex said firmly, nodding his head slowly in approval. "Donnell?"

"I'm afraid my patient decided to take his leave prematurely, Doctor Hayes," Donnell responded, a sigh escaping her pursed lips. "I would be happy to be assigned to another case if you wish."

"Are you on call tonight?"

Donnell shook her head.

Alex mimicked the gesture. "Then, no. All three of you, your shifts are over. Go home, get some rest. Remember, we're observing Mrs Kent's neurological surgery tomorrow, so you'd better know your stuff."

As his interns disassembled and wandered towards the locker rooms, Alex perched himself on the reception desk and gently massaged the bridge of his nose. Around him, the bedlam of the hospital raged on, assaulting his already enraged headache. He felt his eyes flutter shut as his body yearned for sleep...and then a set of fingers curled around his shoulder and gave him a firm squeeze, and he was startled out of his exhaustion-tainted reverie. He turned his gaze towards his waker, and greeted Doctor Benjamin Webber with a warm smile. The chocolate-skinned surgeon returned the greeting and reached out to shake Alex's hand.

"Looks like you could use some sleep, Alex," he mumbled, quirking his eyebrows. "There are no major surgeries scheduled for tonight, and any emergencies can be more than covered by the other on-calls."

Alex repressed a yawn, and shot his superior a reprimanding glance. "If you're trying to convince me to go back to my apartment..."

Webber interjected. "I'm not convincing you. I'm ordering you. How are you supposed to teach your interns when you're struggling to stay awake? Leave this hospital, and sleep. A lot."

"But --"

"One more word and I'll make you take all the holiday you've been building up for the past two years in one go." Webber smirked lopsidedly. "And you know how that'd kill you."

Alex relented and stalked towards the locker rooms, his head bowed as he contemplated returning to the empty apartment block that he had managed to elude for so long.​

 

[Matt Murdock]

"You can't do this, Greg. You didn't see his powers. He can bring down aircraft with his mind. Imagine what he'll do to us."

"You want to take him off, fine. But it's your ass."

I shake my head as I kick my legs into high gear and dissapear from my current location. I'm back again in the blink of an eye.

"Sorry, I had to take a leak. But like I said. If he brings this place down with just a thought, it's your fault. So go ahead, Dr. Lame-Leg."

IC: Bennie Farmer Part XIX

House smirked at the Blur.

Insults didn't really affect the guy.

"Does your girlfriend make any cracks about you being so fast that she can't feel it?" House sneered, looking down at the kid, "Or maybe you're so young that you think girls still have cooties."

House shoved the Blue Blur out of the way and stood next to Brown.

"I don't need an idiot teenager's approval to make decisions in my wing of the hospital."

Brown stared at him.

"It's your call. But if you're going to give up on a kid just because he has a hot temper, that'll be on your conscience."

He struggled to walk out of the room leaving the other two to converse with each other.

Once he knew he was well out of ear shot and eyesight, House made his way to a nurse's station.

She looked up at him with contempt.

"I'm gonna need a dose of epinephrine." He said flatly.

"Epinephrine?" The nurse inquired, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah. Street name: Adrenaline. I think I'm gonna crash from my high." He muttered condescendingly.

She stared at him.

"See. This is what amazes me." House said, giving her a stern expression. "I'm your boss, I told you to do something, yet you're still here... and haven't done what I told you to."

She continued to stare at him, popping her gum right in front of her face.

"Epinephrine. Now. Or you're fired." House said, leaning over the table.

She sighed, and stood up and took a needle out of a cart behind her station.

Slamming the needle on the counter in front of House, she told him to "**** off" with her eyes.

"Yeah, I know." House said, taking the needle off of the counter and sliding it up his sport coat's sleeve. "Jobs can be so demanding."

He started limping off, headed for Farmer's room and glanced back.

"You could always quit." He said, pivoting and glaring at the nurse.

 

[Byrd Man]

IC: Bennie Farmer Part XIX

House smirked at the Blur.

Insults didn't really affect the guy.

"Does your girlfriend make any cracks about you being so fast that she can't feel it?" House sneered, looking down at the kid, "Or maybe you're so young that you think girls still have cooties."

House shoved the Blue Blur out of the way and stood next to Brown.

"I don't need an idiot teenager's approval to make decisions in my wing of the hospital."

Brown stared at him.

"It's your call. But if you're going to give up on a kid just because he has a hot temper, that'll be on your conscience."

He struggled to walk out of the room leaving the other two to converse with each other.

I slap my forehead as House leaves the room.

"This guy is a total dick-head. How are you friends with him?"

"He's pronably the best physician in the world. His problem is that he knows it."

I nod as I look from Farmer to Dr. Brown.

"Let's save him."

At that time, House limps back into the room.

"Come on, Greg. Do that voodoo that you do so well."

 

[Matt Murdock]

I slap my forehead as House leaves the room.

"This guy is a total dick-head. How are you friends with him?"

"He's pronably the best physician in the world. His problem is that he knows it."

I nod as I look from Farmer to Dr. Brown.

"Let's save him."

At that time, House limps back into the room.

"Come on, Greg. Do that voodoo that you do so well."

IC: Bennie Farmer Part XX

Some people caved in far too easily.

House gave a sheepish grin to Brown.

"Aw, shucks, Brown." House said shrugging his shoulders. "You're making me blush."

House limped behind Farmer's bed and unplugged the psycho suppressants from Farmer's arm.

"Now what?" House's fellow doctor asked.

"Now you see something real cool."

House pretended to roll up his sleeves and began speaking in a deep, British accent.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I 'ave traveled 'cross the world. I remember one particular winter I spent in the Himalayas, studying with the Shaman monks on the art of translocation."

He held his palms in front of him.

"As you can see there is nuffing in moy 'ands except the air that we're breafing."

He grasped at the emptiness before him.

"An' from this air, I will produce a potion. A magic potion that will astound you all."

He snapped his wrist forward, sending the needle into his hand.

"The 'Mericans call it "epinephrine." We call it adrenaline. And this dear boy is about to call it "wake up juice."

"House, no!" Brown said in vain.

The needle was already within the boy's carotid artery.

"Morning sunshine."

House slammed his palm onto the plunger, delivering five times the regular dose of adrenaline straight to Farmer's head, neck, and heart.

The three of them stared at the boy for a moment before he started growling and writhing.

"For those of you in the audience without medical degrees" House said, his voice returning to normal. "Adrenaline thrusts the body into the flight or flight response."

He limped to the foot of the bed and slammed Farmer's legs with his cane.

"So, when our boy's wide awake, he'll be terrified, angry, and no longer on psycho-medicine."

Both the Blur and Brown had a shocked look on their faces as Farmer started screaming at the top of his lungs.

"Who's excited?" House cried, over Farmer's screams.

After a few seconds of screaming, Farmer's eyes burst open, erupting with flame.

"You might want to hold him down..." House said, glancing at the Blur.

 

[Byrd Man]

After a few seconds of screaming, Farmer's eyes burst open, erupting with flame.

"You might want to hold him down..." House said, glancing at the Blur.

I press down on Farmer's chest as his eyes glow red. All his mental powers are operating reflexively. The fire dissapears and his body starts to frost over.

"Jesus!"

I start to vibrate my hands at superspeed to keep from getting frost bite. Farmer's psycho attack continues as he uses his telekenisis. Dr. Brown gets thrown up against a wall and House's head snaps back like it's been hit hard. I only hate myself a little after I secretly smile at House's misfortune.

 

[Blacklight]

Chapter 32: Surge II pt.2

I fling a bolt of Lightning at GunPowder, and he dodges it. He chucks a grenade at us.

"What made you decide to help me?!" I shout to Blacklight as we dodge the explosion

"I had an epiphany. Now let's finish him off."

I had then started summoning large amounts of light
energy, and it grew larger and larger in radius, until I, using both hands, fired a huge bright black-beam that had engulfed GunPowder until it was over.

"Your turn."

"Gladly." then he charged up his hands and summoned one huge lightningbolt that electrified him immensely. The villain couldn't help but succumb to our combined powers. He fell where he stood. It was over.

Electron then descended from his disc of lightning, and I noticed he wasn't wearing his costume.

"Good job, man. But here's a tip in Crime-fighting 101. Never fight crime without a costume..." I say jokingly.

"What's your name?"