Create a Hero RPG GAME THREAD (MOD Approved)

[Johnny Blaze]

Kensei waited and watched and finally he saw his chance. As the beast's leg was snapped at the ankle, Kensei summoned the power of the wind through the Kusanagi and hit the creature in the back with the force of a hurricane.

The beast wobbled and spun...and then fell crashing to the earth, landing right on top of a cluster of steel beams and rebarb pieces. Two large beams blasted through the monster's eyes, a rich yellow liquid oozing from them.

The beast began to smoke as if on fire, but there were no flames. It's wooden body began to grow black and quickly rot away. Soon there was nothing left of the beast save small bits and pieces of rotten wood and two large puddles of it's yellow ichor.

Kensei sheethed his sword and breathed a deep sigh.
He and the shark person had done it. They had defeated the monster before it had a chance to harm any of the inocent.
Kensei placed the palm of his hand under his chin and cracked his neck. Other than the usual soreness, he was none the worse for wear. The same could not be said for the shark man.

Kensei ran over to the man - Kensei now saw that it was indeed a man in a costume - and winced as he looked upon the wounded still form of the hero.

Kneeling down to the bloody mess, Kensei placed his hand on the man's neck.

<Still alive>, Kensei thought with nod.

"Joufu", spoke Kensei as he looked down onto the man, "we need to leave. Now."

"Can you move", he asked in English with just a hint of a Japanese accent.

 

[Spike_x1]

Detective Kat Anderson of the Lost Haven Police Department gave a heavy sigh and threw her coat down, not caring where it landed. Upon coming home most evenings, Kathryn didn't notice the complete mess that her apartment had become over the years, not seeing her open case files and criminal dossiers strewn everywhere as clutter, but rather as work in progress. Tonight was not one of those nights. The sight of her untidy home was just another reminder of how many things were weighing down on her. "The Survivor," as the media had recently taken to calling the new cape in town, had opened a whole new, and very large, can of worms for her department. Believing that he might actually be the fugitive whose face had been plastered everywhere a few weeks ago, she tried to dig up more on him than the official word, but had turned up nothing. The man had simply fallen from the sky and then slipped into the shadows.

"Detective."

Anderson spun around to the source of the voice, giving an uncharacteristic gasp of terror. There, standing by her open balcony, was the man draped in darkness, with the shimmering glowing eyes. Even under his mask, Kat was getting the impression of a soft and kind face underneath, but with eyes whose cruelty had been ingrained deeply.

Before she could form a coherent sentence, the Survivor spoke again, "I wanted to thank you. You were in the helicopter when I was fighting that thing earlier, and you could've shot at both of us, but instead, you drove that monster away." He stepped forward, coming into the light more. "I'm not here to hurt anyone. In fact I try to help whenever possible," he continued. "Strange things have been happening all over the world in recent years; beings with extraordinary abilities are becoming more and more common." His glowing eyes narrowed to slits, and if it weren't for the warmth in his voice, Kat might've thought that the Survivor was angry with her. "Thing's are going to get worse before they get better, and we're going to need all the allies we can get in this new world."

Survivor nodded his head ever so slightly and turned to leave. Suddenly, Anderson's voice returned to her. "Survivor, there's a man who wants to meet with you. I don't know what it's about or..." Kat paused, trying to remember what exactly she was even telling the superpowered being before her. "His name's... uhh... Dylan Chambers."

The Survivor merely looked at the woman for a moment before turning around and heading back out the balcony, without saying a word. Chambers?

Back in the apartment, Detective Anderson was hit by a wave of nausea and staggered to her bed, where she fell down in a heap of mental exhaustion.

 

[Eddie Brock]

Season I, Part 35

I prowl the rooftops, looking for something to do. I actually have 30 math problems for homework, but no teenager does homework - especially not the super-powered ones. Finally, I hear gunshots and sirens.

Music to my ears.

I leap down and slide along the side of the building. I see a white van race through the intersection, and two or three squard cars are pursuing it. I snatch a lamppost with my left hand and use it to launch myself forward. My landing spot is the top of one of those double-decker tour buses.

"Excuse me, folks," I state politely. "Pay no attention to the man in the tights."

"Can I get a picture?" an older woman asks.

I nicely respond, "In any other situation, sure...but I'm in the middle of something right now. Sorry."

I walk to the front of the bus and I can still see my target. There's a guy with a sawed-off shotgun leaning out of the passenger side window. It's a long jump, but I'm crazy enough to try it.

"Wish me luck!" I tell the tourists as I leap effortlessly into the air. Fortunately, the jump wasn't too long, and I land on the roof with a thud. I quickly grab onto the side to stop from slipping.

"Oh crap!" the man with the shotgun announces. "We've got trouble!"

"Trouble?" I repeat, "No, no...I'm Mantis. I'm covering Trouble's shift this week." I'm quite proud of my wit. Unfortunately, like most other greats, I am not appreciated. Rather than laughing at my joke, the man fires his shotgun at me.

I crawl along the driver's side of the van, figuring that he's too busy to notice. Well...he noticed. He swerves left and tries to slam me into oncoming traffic. I narrowly avoid a Hummer. Damn, I hate those things. I continue to crawl until I can reach the door handle.

"Peek-a-boo!"

I grab the driver's left arm and yank him from the wheel. The car spins out as I toss him into the windshield of the nearest parked car. I watch as a squad car pulls over to arrest him.

"Y'know...after Foliage and T-Rex, you guys are a welcome break!" I announce.

I look up and see that the uncontrolled van is about to slam into a building. Now I have to do the hard part...I have to SAVE a criminal. Unfortunately, he doesn't see it that way.

I slip into the driver's seat and he points his shotgun at me. I grab the barrel and point it upwards. He fires and puts several holes into the roof. I then slam his arm into the windshield, and he drops the shotgun as the glass shatters. I look up again and see that I'm out of time. I grab the other criminal and jump out of the van just before it slams into the building. A squad car pulls up and I toss the other criminal onto the hood.

"You're welcome," I tell the criminal. I then launch into the air and head home. I did my good deed for the day - now, math awaits.
​

 

[Eddie Brock]

Season I, Part 36

I must admit, I really think this superhero thing is doing wonders for me. It's a tad harder to get schoolwork done, but life seems so much more...fun, I suppose. I mean, putting your life on the line isn't exactly a good time, but I'm teeming with self-confidence, and I think it's starting to show.

"Hey Sean!" Brooke exclaims happily as she sees me walking down the hallway.

I smile and respond, "Hello, gorgeous. How are you?"

"Me? I'm excellent," she replies with a smile. "You?"

"I've never felt more alive," I admit as I fumble with my locker combination.

Jim walks over. "What in the world are you smiling about?" he asks me.

I look at him. "You know, I'm not even sure. I just feel so...happy."

"Really? You're dating Marilyn and you're happy?"

"Lay off of Marilyn," I tell him. Deep down, I know he's right. This relationship is not healthy. Marilyn is too controlling. But she seems...happier than usual. I'm just afraid that if I end up, she'll starting being a complete b**** again. But I suppose that's not my problem. "Hey Jim, want to hang at my place after school? I feel like just kicking back and relaxing."

"Sure, I'm game," he agrees.

I get the books I need and close my locker. I head off to class, but Brooke and Jim hang back to talk.

"So, what exactly is going on here?" Jim asks her.

"What are you talking about?" Brooke asks with a soft chuckle.

Jim leans against the lockers. "You know...you and Sean."

Brooke laughs while breaking away from Jim's gaze. "There is no 'me and Sean'."

"Yeah, right," Jim sarcastically agrees, "It's so obvious that you two are into one another. That's why Marilyn doesn't want him hanging out with you."

"No," Brooke disagrees. Then after a moment of silence, she adds, "Do you really think he's into me?"

Jim smiles at her blatant admission of her feelings. "Are you kidding me? It's so obvious that he likes you!" Jim looks at her and nods. "It's probably because there are shades of Jessica buried deep inside you."

Brooke blushes ever so slightly. "Well, I don't know..."

"Oh my God...you've fallen for the trademark Sean Abbott smile, haven't you?"

Brooke's cheeks become even redder. "Maybe...a little...ok! Yes, I have!"

Jim is silent for a second. Then, "Well, that's great!"

"Really?" she asks, perking up a bit.

"Absolutely! You guys are PERFECT for one another!" Jim admits. "I mean, you could be THAT couple, y'know? Where everyone else will want to be just like you guys...and you'll be together all through high school...and you'll be Prom King and Queen. God, I can see it now."

Brooke smiles wide while picturing all of this. "I'd like that."

The bell rings, and she turns to head for class. Before she leaves, Jim explains, "The ball's in your court, Brooke."

***

Right before Jim was supposed to show up, I caught wind of a shoot-out downtown. I throw a sweatshirt and pants over my suit and I head out the door. Unfortunately, I ran into Jim on my driveway.

"Sean, where are you going?" he asks. "I thought you wanted to relax."

"Oh, I do," I respond, "But I just remembered something."

"What?"

"Oh, uh...I don't want to talk about it," I lie. Jim sees right through me. I try to move past him but he blocks me. I turn the other way and he blocks me again. Finally I try to brush past him, but he grabs my arm.

"Oh no, you haven't been talking about anything lately," he explains. "You're not getting away without a logical explanation."

"I really can't right now."

"Then you aren't going anywhere," he responds sternly. His grip on my arm doesn't waver.

I start to get annoyed. "Jim, let go of me!"

"Not until I get a goddamn explanation."

"You don't understand," I state through gritted teeth.

"Then MAKE me."

My fists are so tightly balled that I feel like my fingernails are going to slice my skin. Finally, I decide that there's only one course of action.

I break free of his grip and take a couple steps back.

"You want to know what's going on?"

I look left and right. Luckily, there's no one out and about my neighborhood right now. I grab the collar of my sweatshirt and pull it over my head.

"Satisfied?"
​

 

[Eddie Brock]

Season I, Part 37

I leave the costume exposed for a second. Just long enough for it to process before I put my sweatshirt back on so my neighbors don't see anything.

"Sean, you're..."

I nod.

"Yes, I'm Mantis, okay?"

"But you're...and...how?" he mutters in complete shock. The look on his face is priceless.

I sigh. "It's...well, it's just how things turned out," I explain weakly. "Look, there'll be time for questions later. I really have to go."

Jim steps aside and I jog off into the distance, looking for a good spot to change.

***

When I get home, Jim's waiting in my room.

"Victoria let me in," he explains before I can say or do anything.

I walk over to my bed and I hastily stuff my costume underneath it. It'll do until I have time to hide it better.

"Jesus, Sean...you've been leading this double-life all this time, and you didn't even tell me."

"How could I?" I ask him. "It's not something I want to be public knowledge. Letting you in on the secret...might actually be endangering you."

"How do you figure?" he inquires.

I sigh again. "The world's full of bad people. I spend my free time getting them into trouble. Eventually they're going to get pissed. And when they do, they're going to want me dead. And if you know who I really am..."

"What? They'll make me tell them or they'll kill me?" Jim suggests. "Well, I'd die before I betray you, so good luck to them!"

I smile faintly at him. "This isn't your cross to bear."

"And it isn't yours to bear alone."

"No, it is," I assure him. "No one MADE me take up this lifestyle. It was my choice. Life's full of decisions...this is one of them."

He nods in understandment.

"So, want to know how it all happened?" I ask.

"Does it really matter?" he replies. I merely shrug. "The past is past, man. The future is all that matters."

I sit down on the bed. "And I'm working to preserve that future. I really am."

"You're doing a Hell of a job," he assures me. "You've been a catalyst for change."

"I guess so..."

"I KNOW so," he responds with a light punch to the arm. "God, I always knew you were a great person, but this...this is something else."

I smile. It does feel good making people happy and safe. I'll testify to that.

"Jim, your mom called! She wants you home for dinner!" Vicky yells up the stairs.

Jim looks at the floor. "I should go."

I nod and he heads for the door. As he's leaving, I ask, "So, we're cool?"

"Absolutely."
​

 

[Batman]

Kensei waited and watched and finally he saw his chance. As the beast's leg was snapped at the ankle, Kensei summoned the power of the wind through the Kusanagi and hit the creature in the back with the force of a hurricane.

The beast wobbled and spun...and then fell crashing to the earth, landing right on top of a cluster of steel beams and rebarb pieces. Two large beams blasted through the monster's eyes, a rich yellow liquid oozing from them.

The beast began to smoke as if on fire, but there were no flames. It's wooden body began to grow black and quickly rot away. Soon there was nothing left of the beast save small bits and pieces of rotten wood and two large puddles of it's yellow ichor.

Kensei sheethed his sword and breathed a deep sigh.
He and the shark person had done it. They had defeated the monster before it had a chance to harm any of the inocent.
Kensei placed the palm of his hand under his chin and cracked his neck. Other than the usual soreness, he was none the worse for wear. The same could not be said for the shark man.

Kensei ran over to the man - Kensei now saw that it was indeed a man in a costume - and winced as he looked upon the wounded still form of the hero.

Kneeling down to the bloody mess, Kensei placed his hand on the man's neck.

<Still alive>, Kensei thought with nod.

"Joufu", spoke Kensei as he looked down onto the man, "we need to leave. Now."

Sharkman was secluded in a world of darkness.

His vision displayed nothing. His hearing was deafened. His senses wouldn't work. He couldn't even feel the beat of his heart. But he could definately think. And all that surged through his mind was one, painfully considered posssibility. Am I... dead?

Such a strange turn of fate, that would be, to suddenly succumb from an act of heroism. But it wasn't entirely unacceptable, by Mark's standards. After all, there were many worse things to die as. A killer. A cheater. A liar. A villain. A... monster, as he had once thought of himself, shortly after he had aqquired his powers. But no, that's not what he wanted to go out as. He wanted to go exactly as it seemed... helping those who couldn't help themselves. Being the selfless champion he had strived to be since he was a kid, after having to endure the death of his mother at such a young age. But the question still remained as to what had really happened to him. Was he really dead? Or just unconcious? And if so, how could he possibly think to himself?

"Get up, bro."

Sharkman turned, startled by the sudden voice that broke free from seemingly no origin. But the voice he heard was recognisable. Sharkman vaulted forward, into the black oblivion that surrounded him, as he floated as if he were submerged underwater.

"Ger?", He called out, confused.

"Fight it, Mark. You have to fight it. You can't let this be the end."

Sharkman turned back, hearing the other voice. He tried his best to see, so much that he had to resort to a squint. But still, there was nothing. And no one. Just the voices. And only the voices.

"Kylie?!", Sharkman exclaimed. "Hello? Is anybody there?!"

"We're here, baby brother."

Sharkman's eyes widened.

"Andy?!", He responded, alarmed at his brother's voice. "Where are you guys?! Am I losing it?!"

"Don't be silly, Marcus."

And that was when his spine ran cold.

He hadn't heard the voice since he was six. But it's warm, light hearted sincerity was clear and crisp, as if it were being spoken to him here and now. Pulling back his mask, Mark raced forward, trying to penpoint the source of it's origin with every trace of his strength.

"My god... no, it can't be...", He told himself, before coming to a devastating halt, as a figure stood infront of him, miles ahead. And that's when he realised it. That's when it became all so cruely clear...

"...Mom..."

Not even stopping to consider rational thought in that moment, Mark charged, his inhuman speed bringing the figure to a blurred halt, as he approached it like he had never approached anything in his life. He was determined. He was going to see his mother again. And then, maybe all would be right with the...

Mark's eyes widened, realising something as he came within an inch of grabbing her. Her features seemed to slowly melt off of her, revealing a dark figure with bloodshot red eyes, a skeletal face, and tattered clothing. The symbolism of the undead, and the very figure of Death itself. This wasn't his mother. It was a trick. A cold, unfathomed trick of his emotions.

Coming to a stop that would've surely split the ground in two, if he were standing on any sort of ground, Mark pulled his mask back over his face and leaped back, narrowly avoiding Death's outstretched fingers, as they reached for him. Coming to a landing, onto unseen solid ground, Sharkman faced the figure as it slowly, yet eerily shook it's finger back and forth, facing him, and speaking one lone, chilling message.

"Another Time, Perhaps"

Sharkman simply stared, as the blackness enveloped the figure, and suddenly, his eyes opened. He was at the construction site, where his ally in defeating the monster loomed over him, clearly trying to see if he was alright. "Can you move?"

With a heave, pulling himself from the dirt, Sharkman grabbed at his own head, feeling the overcoming headache that had developed as a result of the incident.

"...I... ah... yeah. Yeah, I think so.", He began, crouching over and taking deep breaths of air. What in god's name just happened?

 

[Blacklight]

Chapter 10: First Time pt.1
Later that day...

I came home that day feeling weird as all hell. Although I loved it when Joe King got yelled at and suspended from all field trips for the rest of the year.

"Hi, Jon. How was your Field Trip at school today?"

"Fine, Ma. I'm going to take a nap."

"OK."

I continued up the stairs and went into my room, took off my shirt, and plopped onto the bed. I was tired. I noticed my brothers and sisters weren't home. That was good, cause I didn't wan't any interruptions. Then I went to sleep.

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Much to my dismay, I woke up at 6:03 the next day. I was going to be late for school. I quickly pulled out a new shirt and put it on as I rushed to the bathroom to brush my teeth. I looked in the mirror and looked at my messy hair, but I liked it that way. When I spit the toothpaste into the sink, I lifted my head up to the mirror and....

"HOLY S**T!"

MY HAIR WAS BLACK AND MY EYES WERE MESSED UP! It looked like my iris and pupils were white and my sclera was black. I started to poke at my eye incessantly and after a few seconds had passed, my hair returned to it's original brown, and my eyes were back to normal green. It was messed up, but I had no time, I was probably delusional anyways, and with that I ran out the door............

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I know this may take a while, but bear with me. I'm having a flashback about how I became a hero while I'm unconscious. Cut me some slack! But anyways...

Chapter 11: First Time pt.2

That day got even more messed up, and alot more annoying...

*SLAM!*

"Wassup, Jonnyboy."

Joe King leaned up on the locker next to mine.

"Hey Joe."

My heart came up into my throat. I was shaking. I could tell by the evil look that he was pi$$ed about being caught yesterday and suspended.

"You see, I don't like being in trouble, and It's because of you that I am."

As much as I hate confrontation, I got pi$$ed when he said that, but I responded quietly with my eyebrows slanted down.

"How do you figure?"

"Because If you weren't so clumsy, you wouldn't have fell and blame me, saying I pushed you..."

It really pushes my buttons when someone lies...

"F**k you d***hebag. You pushed me, and I doubt I said anything about you doing it when I was knocked out."

I knew I was going to regret saying that when he looked pi$$ed. He then grabbed me and threw me into my own locker. It was dark, the only lightsource coming from the slits in the door. I looked to see where he went, but his eyes peered through.

"You got lucky, a**hole."

Then he walked away. I was just standing in there... waiting for someone... imagining the time when he gets his. Then I heard a voice that made me think this was a blessing in disguise... Kristi's

"You look like you could use some help. Third time this month I fetched you out of a locker. 26-19-07, right?"

I could hear the sound of her turning my lock dial, laughing. I was embarrased...

"Nice to see you too." Then I started blushing.

 

[Johnny Blaze]

Sharkman was secluded in a world of darkness.

His vision displayed nothing. His hearing was deafened. His senses wouldn't work. He couldn't even feel the beat of his heart. But he could definately think. And all that surged through his mind was one, painfully considered posssibility. Am I... dead?

Such a strange turn of fate, that would be, to suddenly succumb from an act of heroism. But it wasn't entirely unacceptable, by Mark's standards. After all, there were many worse things to die as. A killer. A cheater. A liar. A villain. A... monster, as he had once thought of himself, shortly after he had aqquired his powers. But no, that's not what he wanted to go out as. He wanted to go exactly as it seemed... helping those who couldn't help themselves. Being the selfless champion he had strived to be since he was a kid, after having to endure the death of his mother at such a young age. But the question still remained as to what had really happened to him. Was he really dead? Or just unconcious? And if so, how could he possibly think to himself?

"Get up, bro."

Sharkman turned, startled by the sudden voice that broke free from seemingly no origin. But the voice he heard was recognisable. Sharkman vaulted forward, into the black oblivion that surrounded him, as he floated as if he were submerged underwater.

"Ger?", He called out, confused.

"Fight it, Mark. You have to fight it. You can't let this be the end."

Sharkman turned back, hearing the other voice. He tried his best to see, so much that he had to resort to a squint. But still, there was nothing. And no one. Just the voices. And only the voices.

"Kylie?!", Sharkman exclaimed. "Hello? Is anybody there?!"

"We're here, baby brother."

Sharkman's eyes widened.

"Andy?!", He responded, alarmed at his brother's voice. "Where are you guys?! Am I losing it?!"

"Don't be silly, Marcus."

And that was when his spine ran cold.

He hadn't heard the voice since he was six. But it's warm, light hearted sincerity was clear and crisp, as if it were being spoken to him here and now. Pulling back his mask, Mark raced forward, trying to penpoint the source of it's origin with every trace of his strength.

"My god... no, it can't be...", He told himself, before coming to a devastating halt, as a figure stood infront of him, miles ahead. And that's when he realised it. That's when it became all so cruely clear...

"...Mom..."

Not even stopping to consider rational thought in that moment, Mark charged, his inhuman speed bringing the figure to a blurred halt, as he approached it like he had never approached anything in his life. He was determined. He was going to see his mother again. And then, maybe all would be right with the...

Mark's eyes widened, realising something as he came within an inch of grabbing her. Her features seemed to slowly melt off of her, revealing a dark figure with bloodshot red eyes, a skeletal face, and tattered clothing. The symbolism of the undead, and the very figure of Death itself. This wasn't his mother. It was a trick. A cold, unfathomed trick of his emotions.

Coming to a stop that would've surely split the ground in two, if he were standing on any sort of ground, Mark pulled his mask back over his face and leaped back, narrowly avoiding Death's outstretched fingers, as they reached for him. Coming to a landing, onto unseen solid ground, Sharkman faced the figure as it slowly, yet eerily shook it's finger back and forth, facing him, and speaking one lone, chilling message.

"Another Time, Perhaps"

Sharkman simply stared, as the blackness enveloped the figure, and suddenly, his eyes opened. He was at the construction site, where his ally in defeating the monster loomed over him, clearly trying to see if he was alright. "Can you move?"

With a heave, pulling himself from the dirt, Sharkman grabbed at his own head, feeling the overcoming headache that had developed as a result of the incident.

"...I... ah... yeah. Yeah, I think so.", He began, crouching over and taking deep breaths of air. What in god's name just happened?

Kensei looked around...the police and other officials were beginning to move in on the area, and the spot light of a helicopter began searching the construction site grounds.

"The creature is dead, and we shall be too if we do not retreat immediately", replied Kensei.

"Follow me, quickly", shouted the Celestial Samurai as he turned and bolted with inhuman speed away from the construction site and towards the safety of the back roads.

When the coast was clear, Kensei handed the man a small talisman.

"Put this on", the samurai stated as he took out a identical charm and placed it around his neck. As the wood-carved trinket came to rest about the Swordsman's neck, his armor and weaponry seemingly vanished and in an instant he appeared nothing more than a regular civilian.

 

[Batman]

Kensei looked around...the police and other officials were beginning to move in on the area, and the spot light of a helicopter began searching the construction site grounds.

"The creature is dead, and we shall be too if we do not retreat immediately", replied Kensei.

"Follow me, quickly", shouted the Celestial Samurai as he turned and bolted with inhuman speed away from the construction site and towards the safety of the back roads.

When the coast was clear, Kensei handed the man a small talisman.

"Put this on", the samurai stated as he took out a identical charm and placed it around his neck. As the wood-carved trinket came to rest about the Swordsman's neck, his armor and weaponry seemingly vanished and in an instant he appeared nothing more than a regular civilian.

Sharkman looked down, feeling and watching as his costume immediately evaporated, in it's place a set of baggy clothes of which he had never seen... but were inconspicous and just plain enough to blend in. With widened eyes, Mark stared down at his body in amazement for what had just happened, upon taking the talisman.

"Oh my god...", He whispered to himself, as the swordsman began to retreat off into the streets, seamlessly blending in with the crowd.

Running up and forward, Mark slowed down as he came to the swordsman's side, looking back at the construction site as the police seemed to crowd around it instantly, looking for any trace of them or whatever had brought the monster down. Looking over at his new, yet mysterious aqquaintance, Mark was visibly confused as he spoke again.

"Okay, I think I've been shrouded in darkness for just a little too long, here. What the hell was that, back there?", Mark asked, low enough to not attract attention. "And for that matter, who are you?"

 

[NiteMare Shape]

The Forsaken​

The Forsaken turns toward the voice behind him and is met with a hard force that sends him through a wall. Momentarily dazed he looks at the man standing in front of him. He is an older man, with a graying crewcut, he looks military, but Forsaken immediately recognizes him from the labs deep beneath the floors of the Coven's complex.

"Now son, you've gone and made a bit of a mess, and I'm the fella they sent to clean it up" The man said in a slight southern drawl.

Forsaken slowly gets to his feet and before he's upright the man is on him again, hitting him with lefts and rights, and then some sort of sonic blast that again sent him to the floor. Now Forsaken was angry. With a fury he let out a silent roar which sent several items from inside the house hurling toward the man, then suddenly the house erupted and the entire front section splintered, knocking the man out into the yard. The man looked up, blood streaming into his eyes and saw Forsaken coming after him.

Then it was almost as if his prayers were answered, and the house erupted into a fireball that rocked the entire neighborhood. He thought to himself that he'd just lay here for a moment and get his composure, and then head back to the Coven to give his briefing on the successful mission.

But then he saw the form of that...thing coming from the wreckage of that poor girl's house. It was coming at him, and quick. He forced himself to his feet and was about to hit Forsaken with a sonic blast, but instead of the rush he normally felt when he used one of his blasts, he felt an excruciating pain, and it was then that he realized that this monster had just taken both of his hands. The man fell back, trying to regain focus but as quickly as it had begun, the battle was over. Forsaken had run him through with a blade that materialized not even half a second after imagining it was there.

The Forsaken stood there for a moment taking in the destruction that he had caused, and decided that it was time to end this thing with The Coven once and for all.

 

[Johnny Blaze]

Sharkman looked down, feeling and watching as his costume immediately evaporated, in it's place a set of baggy clothes of which he had never seen... but were inconspicous and just plain enough to blend in. With widened eyes, Mark stared down at his body in amazement for what had just happened, upon taking the talisman.

"Oh my god...", He whispered to himself, as the swordsman began to retreat off into the streets, seamlessly blending in with the crowd.

Running up and forward, Mark slowed down as he came to the swordsman's side, looking back at the construction site as the police seemed to crowd around it instantly, looking for any trace of them or whatever had brought the monster down. Looking over at his new, yet mysterious aqquaintance, Mark was visibly confused as he spoke again.

"Okay, I think I've been shrouded in darkness for just a little too long, here. What the hell was that, back there?", Mark asked, low enough to not attract attention. "And for that matter, who are you?"

The pair past by the usually filled Pelican Pub, which was very much dead at the current time given all that had transpired just minutes ago. Kensei took a seat at a nearby table and motioned for his ally to sit.

Kensei looked the man over carefully, gaining a better understanding of his recent ally.
Yes, Kensei thought, he is definitely a man.

Once again, Kensei sensed no evil or deception in the warrior. Only virtue.
Thus Kensei saw no reason to not be truthful to man after all he had done to stop the beast and save lives.

"You may call me Kensei", the Celestial Samurai began in English, "and, like you, I am a protector of the innocent. That creature you helped defeat was an elemental beast conjured by a great evil I hunt."

"I had tracked my quarry here to this city, but he has since escaped my grasp."

 

[Batman]

"You may call me Kensei", the Celestial Samurai began in English, "and, like you, I am a protector of the innocent. That creature you helped defeat was an elemental beast conjured by a great evil I hunt."

"I had tracked my quarry here to this city, but he has since escaped my grasp."

Mark raised an eyebrow, upon the word 'elemental'. The most he had ever heard of such a term was in fictional movies and books. But... then again, the most he had ever heard of giant, reptillian monsters came from the very same source. So upon further thought, Mark realised that there wasn't much of an argument against Kensei's claims.

"And this... 'great evil', as you put it,", Mark began, clasping his hands together in curiousity. "Do you know why it came here, exactly? Tampa isn't nessacarily the most obvious target for someone who can make... that."

 

[Eddie Brock]

Season I, Part 38

Ok...so Jim knows about me. This could be cool, right? I mean, I finally have someone to talk to - and God knows I need that. A lot of crazy stuff happens to me when I put the tights on, and it's nice to have someone to go to.

I look down and see police cars streaking down the street.

"Wonderful."

I follow them as best I can until they come to a halt outside a bank. How cliche. As the Carver Police Department establishes a perimeter, I leap down and hop through a shattered window. Inside, I'm face-to-face with yet another freak.

"Wow...did Barney throw up on you or what?"

I concentrate on him, and I see his skin...melting? That's exactly what it looks like...he looks like a melting candle!

Before I can wonder any more about this freakshow, he throws a ball of...purple...goop...at me. I dodge it, and it hits the wall with a disgustingly wet "SPLAT!"

"That's the most disgusting consistency I think I've ever seen," I tell my opponent. My eyes are drawn to his right arm - the arm he threw the ball at me with. That's when I see that his right hand is missing. If that's not weird enough, his creepy melting skin starts to drip, and it reforms his hand.

Wait...that ball he threw at me...was that...a part of himself?!

Suddenly, something grabs me. Something...slimy.

Oh my God...he threw a part of himself at me, and it mutated into a complete duplicate of himself!

I grab the arm that's wrapped around my neck, but my hands sink into it like mud. Disgusting...purple...mud. Time for a new strategy.

SHHNK!

I throw my arm over my shoulder, and my blade connects with the second freak's head. Just as I hoped, as soon as it does, the second freak collapses on the floor like a puddle.

As if I wasn't grossed out enough, the purple puddle slides across the floor and rejoins with the original freak. I notice that he gets slightly taller as it does.

Almost instantly, the creature launches multiple goo-balls at me. I leap into the air, and all of them miss. Then, just like before, every missed shot grows into a duplicate - each shorter than the original.

"Well, this is annoying."

Suddenly, the original extends his arms and wraps them around my face. I can no longer see as the goop has coated my lenses. Then it gets harder to breathe. Right before everything goes black...

...it stops. The original stops melting, and the duplicates melt away. I turn and see a man - who resembles a police officer - holding a strange-looking weapon. I scan his suit with my eyes and see the letters: SDS.

Will you look at that? They actually are pretty effective! A second SDS officer places specially-designed cuffs on the freak. The first one walks over to me. My heart begins to race, as I fear that he's going to cuff me.

Instead, he extends his hand. "Sergeant Hampton."

I'm a bit shocked - and pleased - by this, and I shake his hand. "I don't suppose I need any introduction. Wait...I recognize you from the TV!"

"That's right," Sergeant Hampton responds.

"What...was that?"

"A plasmoid...no living tissues, just living mass with a strange, gooey consistency," he explains. "We shot him with a special weapon that stabilized his molecules...temporarily. At least long enough to get him back to the compound."

"Plasmoid?"

"Well, I better go. Hope this is the beginning of a fresh alliance."
​

 

[Johnny Blaze]

Mark raised an eyebrow, upon the word 'elemental'. The most he had ever heard of such a term was in fictional movies and books. But... then again, the most he had ever heard of giant, reptillian monsters came from the very same source. So upon further thought, Mark realised that there wasn't much of an argument against Kensei's claims.

"And this... 'great evil', as you put it,", Mark began, clasping his hands together in curiousity. "Do you know why it came here, exactly? Tampa isn't nessacarily the most obvious target for someone who can make... that."

Kensei paused. He could not tell him everything, that much was certain. It was not this stranger's place to know. His mission was his own, given to him by Izanagi himself. No one else would bear this burden.

Still, small truths would not be harmful.

"He came searching for something in the sea", Kensei explained

"What it was, I do not know. But he had found it and has disappeared from this city to find the next piece of his puzzle. And I must once more renew my hunt."

 

[Cyrusbales]

EZEKIEL


The charred corpse of Dwaine Masters shattered under the foot of Ezekiel. The smell of burnt flesh and cinders filled his nasal cavities, the smell which he had grown far too accustomed to.

Dwaine was just the latest, possessing gifted strength, his flailing fists and anger did little against the torrent of fire that consumed his body, the last traces of his life-force, soul if you will, were barely lingering in the air. All he was and all he could be snuffed from existence, an offering to something greater.

Bones cracked and shifted, the face of Ezekiel yet again becoming something different. The fiery glow dissipating, he gave a brief look back to his extinguished prey.

“Disappointing”

The air swirled beneath him as he left the ground behind, favouring the blackened clouds of the sky instead.

 

[Cyrusbales]

EZEKIEL

Piercing eyes, surveyed the streets below. Wind rushed past Ezekiel’s face as he searched for a new prey. His senses were honed to detect other with powers, possibly due to years of hunting, more likely something to do with the mystic he tore in half over in eastern China.

Over recent months, the number of those with powers were increasing, and the public’s awareness too. Some had even become media-centred celebrities, just making Ezekiel’s objective that much easier to complete. He couldn’t help but thinking there was a reason for this upsurge in abilities, hints of something bigger being at work were all around, brief insights he ripped from minds seconds before their demise.

Something was going to happen soon, something was coming, which was all the more reason for Ezekiel to harvest as much power from everyone else as possible. His thoughts were halted as he picked up what can only be described as a ‘scent’, another target was below.

 

[Eddie Brock]

Season I, Part 39

I lept gracefully through the air over the congested streets.

Ok, people trying to kill me? Not cool. This stuff? Very cool!

I, of course, know that all eyes are on me, and for the first time - I love it! I'm admired...respected...maybe even feared. It's a major ego boost!

"Wooooo!"

I continue to put on an acrobatic show for the onlookers. Then...

SLAM!

I get sideswiped by something. Straight into an office building I go - destroying a couple cubicles on the way. I snap up and stand ready.

"We have a problem?!"
​

 

[Cyrusbales]

Season I, Part 39​

I lept gracefully through the air over the congested streets.​

Ok, people trying to kill me? Not cool. This stuff? Very cool!​

I, of course, know that all eyes are on me, and for the first time - I love it! I'm admired...respected...maybe even feared. It's a major ego boost!​

"Wooooo!"​

I continue to put on an acrobatic show for the onlookers. Then...​

SLAM!​

I get sideswiped by something. Straight into an office building I go - destroying a couple cubicles on the way. I snap up and stand ready.​

"We have a problem?!"​

EZEKIEL

Moments of time barely pass between spotting the target, and it's journey through the windows of the building. Screams of terror struggle to register with Ezekiel as he touches down in the building.

The path of destruction infront of him, ending with a green clothed man picking up himself after the blow. Ezekiel's hands appear to break and reform in different shapes, no longer small streamlines digits, but toughened fists designed for brute force.

Charging into the frey, the newcomer Mantis strain his muscles to doge the first swipe, only to find the second one squarely in the shoulder, much like a confrontation with a sledge hammer, he does not come off well.

 

[Eddie Brock]

​

EZEKIEL

Moments of time barely pass between spotting the target, and it's journey through the windows of the building. Screams of terror struggle to register with Ezekiel as he touches down in the building.

The path of destruction infront of him, ending with a green clothed man picking up himself after the blow. Ezekiel's hands appear to break and reform in different shapes, no longer small streamlines digits, but toughened fists designed for brute force.

Charging into the frey, the newcomer Mantis strain his muscles to doge the first swipe, only to find the second one squarely in the shoulder, much like a confrontation with a sledge hammer, he does not come off well.

Season I, Part 40

Ow...

Ok, Sean...shake off the pain.

I stumble back another step or two.

SHHNK!

I swipe at him with my right blade. He blocks it with his...sledgehammer thingamabob.

"Not a fan of pointy objects?"

He grabs me and tosses me effortlessly across the room. My "flight" is stopped by a copier. As I slam into it, Xerox paper flies into the air.
​

 

[Cyrusbales]

Season I, Part 40​

Ow...​

Ok, Sean...shake off the pain.​

I stumble back another step or two.​

SHHNK!​

I swipe at him with my right blade. He blocks it with his...sledgehammer thingamabob.​

"Not a fan of pointy objects?"​

He grabs me and tosses me effortlessly across the room. My "flight" is stopped by a copier. As I slam into it, Xerox paper flies into the air.​

EZEKIEL

Whisps of paper scatter across the sight of devestation. A glint in Ezekiel's eye and the next instant they are merely charred shadows of their former selves.

Flames seem to dance around his hands, a deadly yet beautiful balley of power. Lightning reflex are all that save Mantis from the fate of the copier behind him that now lay in melted pile of twisted wreckage.

"End."

An inferno pounces from Ezekiel's hands towards the youngster.

 

[Eddie Brock]

​

EZEKIEL

Whisps of paper scatter across the sight of devestation. A glint in Ezekiel's eye and the next instant they are merely charred shadows of their former selves.

Flames seem to dance around his hands, a deadly yet beautiful balley of power. Lightning reflex are all that save Mantis from the fate of the copier behind him that now lay in melted pile of twisted wreckage.

"End."

An inferno pounces from Ezekiel's hands towards the youngster.

Season I, Part 41

I sidestep the fireball, but I can still feel its heat as it passes.

"Wait...was that 'end' as in 'final', or 'and' as in the article?"

I dodge another crazy fireball.

"Because frankly, neither makes much sense!"

The third fireball almost completely hits its mark - right in my calf. The suit starts to burn, and I pat it to put out the fire.

Oh great!

"So...any chance this is all a big misunderstanding?"
​

 

[Kaboom]

"Eagle Scout Its judy again. Reports are coming that the one called Mantis has engaged a S.P.T."

"Why are you bothering me with this, Judy?"

"The S.P.T. is unidentified and we are unable to get a power reading on him."

"I'l' investigate."

"Shall I scramble a team?"

"Put 'em on standby. Hopefully, I'll still make my date with Bets."

 

[Kaboom]

Season I, Part 41​

I sidestep the fireball, but I can still feel its heat as it passes.​

"Wait...was that 'end' as in 'final', or 'and' as in the article?"​

I dodge another crazy fireball.​

"Because frankly, neither makes much sense!"​

The third fireball almost completely hits its mark - right in my calf. The suit starts to burn, and I pat it to put out the fire.​

Oh great!​

"So...any chance this is all a big misunderstanding?"​

I don't waste time with witty banter.

"Under the authority of STRIKE Protocol you are both ordered to stand down."

I say as I land street level.

"Identify yourselves immediately."

 

[Eddie Brock]

​

I don't waste time with witty banter.

"Under the authority of STRIKE Protocol you are both ordered to stand down."

I say as I land street level.

"Identify yourselves immediately."

Season I, Part 42

Oh brother...

Underneath my mask, I roll my eyes.

"Sorry, but I don't take orders from fictional government agencies," I respond dryly.

"But I am offended that you don't know who I am."

I place a hand on my heart sardonically.

Jesus...where do they find these people?

...

Well, look who's talking.
​

 

[Kaboom]

Season I, Part 42​

Oh brother...​

Underneath my mask, I roll my eyes.​

"Sorry, but I don't take orders from fictional government agencies," I respond dryly.​

"But I am offended that you don't know who I am."​

I place a hand on my heart sardonically.​

Jesus...where do they find these people?​

...​

Well, look who's talking.​

"There is nothing fictional about us, Mantis. I'm sorry for your loss."