Create a Hero RPG GAME THREAD (MOD Approved)

[Spike_x1]

I slap my hand at superspeed and sigh.

Jesus. First that Mantis kid, now this dude.

I narrowly avoid being hit my a giant.....disco ball? With spikes on it.

What the hell? Now's not the time to be picky about help.

"Thanks for the save, bud. Name's not Speedy."

In the blink of an eye, the afro wearing punk who threw the disco ball is flat on his butt, his disco ball mace in my hands.

"The name's Blur....Blue Blur."

"Yeah, I read up on you." As one of the Hustle Gang's members charged at Adam from behind, brandishing rhinestone electrically-charged brass knuckles no less, the dark figure of the Survivor spun on the spot, roundhouse kicking the thug in the teeth. In a blur of motion, he had backflipped over the gang member, grabbing him by the shoulders and tossing him through the air on his descent. "I'm the Survivor."

After the official greeting, both heroes looked around them; the large crowd of gang members were encircling them in a thick wall of angry criminal scum. "I'm sad to say that I think I missed something here... who exactly are these guys?"

 

[Byrd Man]

"Yeah, I read up on you." As one of the Hustle Gang's members charged at Adam from behind, brandishing rhinestone electrically-charged brass knuckles no less, the dark figure of the Survivor spun on the spot, roundhouse kicking the thug in the teeth. In a blur of motion, he had backflipped over the gang member, grabbing him by the shoulders and tossing him through the air on his descent. "I'm the Survivor."

After the official greeting, both heroes looked around them; the large crowd of gang members were encircling them in a thick wall of angry criminal scum. "I'm sad to say that I think I missed something here... who exactly are these guys?"

"Well, as far as I can tell. Disco Stu from The Simpsons had some kids."

I crack my knuckles as Survivor and I stand back to back.

"So, you go right and I go left?"

I swing the disco ball mace, that's still in my hands, high above my head. I increase the speed, soon all that you can see of the disco ball is a silver blur.

"On the count of twenty-two...12345678910111213141516171819202122!"

I let the ball loose, I'm already charging the thugs by the time the mace smacks one of the gang members upside the head.

 

[ElectroFlare]

Mercutio

The first shot was the loudest. It always is. The later shots are drowned out by the screaming. He shot a mother with her children first. Then the little ones were easier to break. All that needed to be said were a few incantaions, and that would open up a whole new world.

He felt like singing, he felt like dancing. He was going to see his brothers again. And oh, what a feast they would have. But first he needed to kill a few more of these vermin. He raised the shotgun again, and shot a man who was running away. He turned, shooting as he did so. One hundred dead. That was all he needed. And he was mowing people down by the second.

He heard police sirens, and a man in blue cops uniform came running in. Mercutio shot him in the head, before reloading his gun. Ten rounds per clip, so ten clips should be enough. He kept shooting and reloading.



A man appeared, out of no-where. Mercutio fired one, expecting to kill him. The man dodged out the way. His gun left the target, and turned to another civilian. His brothers would take care of the tough one. He killed another civilian hiding behind a bush. He pulled the trigger at another human. The clip was empty. That was nine down. One more to go.

The tough human was near him again. He turned hissing slightly, as was the custom of his species.

"What do you want, little human?"

"What I want is for you to put the gun down and turn around. Then I can beat your skull in." I said and knocked the gun out of his hand with one fluid motion.

I was so fast and strong this guy didn't have a chance.

"Now let's do this again. This is the part where you give up."

 

[Spike_x1]

Adam watched as the Blue Blur dashed off, punching and swinging his way through the thick crowd. This guy's not bad.

Being abruptly brought back into reality, the Survivor blocked an oncoming blow from another rhinestone knuckle-wearing weirdo. He might not have been anywhere near the Blur's speed, but the Survivor's reflexes were still vastly superior to any humans'. A barrage of rapidly fired laser blasts suddenly erupted from what looked like a... strobe light blaster(?!) in one of the gangster's hands. Flipping through the air, Adam looked down at them, "Honest to God, I don't know whether I should hate you morons, or pity you."

On his landing, Survivor scissor-kicked two of the criminals and fired a light blast of energy from his eyes at another. Pivoting on the spot, Adam spun around and picked up two more would-be attackers that were behind him, each by the throat. "Now, would someone please explain to me just what is going o-- dammit!" Suddenly, out of nowhere, another Hustle Gangster seemed to teleport right in front of the Survivor, and popped a classic disco dance pose wherein the index finger is dramatically thrust outward; only the Survivor's eye happened to be in the way of the punk's finger.

"Damn, you little bastards!" Yelling more in annoyance than pain, as he had experienced so much worse in his life, Survivor threw the two gangsters in his hands away with ease and tried to hurl an energy blast at the one who had poked his eye out, but the disco doofuss had quickly teleported out of sight and the line of fire.

In barely a moment's time, the Survivor's once-empty eye socket was filled with an orb of fluid and nerves again as he gracefully dodged more weapons fire. It had been less than ten seconds before the vision returned to his eye and the Survivor was back to optimum performance. "Blur!" he shouted over the commotion, "at least one of these idiots has a short range teleporter on them. If you find him... leave him for me. I wanna see how he likes having his eye poked out!"

 

[NiteMare Shape]

Icon

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It only took seconds to get to Roberts Square once he was able to get out of Sherman High School without being seen. As he approaches the scene of the attack, he can't help being taken aback by the destruction around him. "My god, why would someone do this?" He thought to himself as he made his approach.

As he gets into the epicenter of the attack, he sees one of the attackers near the center of the square, menacing a frightened young woman. The man raises his hand up, about to strike her.

"That's enough of that." Icon says as he grabs the man's hand, spins him around and hits him square across the chin all in one fluid motion.

The man is thrown across Roberts Square stopping only when he careens into the side of a van that is parked on the side of the street.

"JC!" a large man with a southern drawl yells as he comes racing toward Icon, only to be met by an uppercut that sends him skyward, before landing hard a few yards away, breaking the pavement with the force of the impact.

Suddenly the ground begins to shake, Icon loses his footing and falls to the ground as a part of an old building, already damaged by the attack collapses onto him.

"Nice shot Richter." says a slender, lanky man as he approaches the pile of rubble where Icon has been buried. Really took care of that clown."

Richter was about to say something to his compatriot, but as he opened his mouth the pile of stone and masonry began moving and Icon was free, hitting his hard in the gut, sending him crashing against the brick wall of a building on the other side of the street.

"Alright, so maybe you have more than I thought." The lanky man said as he backed away from Icon. "The name's Stinger...."He said as he fired several projectiles from his hands, all of which bounced off Icon's chest.

"Aw, hell...."Stinger said surprised by the ineffectiveness of his attack. A split second later he was flat on his back, having been rendered unconscious by several well placed punches to his head.

Icon looked around the scene, one of the men was gone, the one the big guy called JC. He continued to scan the area, but he was gone. "Must've slipped away while I dealt with the other three."He thought to himself. It didn't take long for the paramedics to arrived and start taking care of the injured citizens, and several black SUV's followed by large transport vehicles arrived just as quickly.

The men in the SUV's were all dressed alike, in black suits and expensive sunglasses, and they began quartering off the area. Soon they were loading the three men responsible for the attack into the transports, and then they left. Not saying a single word to Icon, or the members of the press which had descended on the area covering the events that had unfolded.

Icon was unhappy with himself for letting one of them get away, but he knew that he would run into him again soon enough, and the man called JC would not get away a second time. However, the attack was stopped, and even though there had been a lot of damage, if he hadn't gotten there when he did there surely would have been more, and people may have been killed. Satisfied that he had done everything he could for the time being, he headed back to school.

 

[Byrd Man]

Adam watched as the Blue Blur dashed off, punching and swinging his way through the thick crowd. This guy's not bad.

Being abruptly brought back into reality, the Survivor blocked an oncoming blow from another rhinestone knuckle-wearing weirdo. He might not have been anywhere near the Blur's speed, but the Survivor's reflexes were still vastly superior to any humans'. A barrage of rapidly fired laser blasts suddenly erupted from what looked like a... strobe light blaster(?!) in one of the gangster's hands. Flipping through the air, Adam looked down at them, "Honest to God, I don't know whether I should hate you morons, or pity you."

On his landing, Survivor scissor-kicked two of the criminals and fired a light blast of energy from his eyes at another. Pivoting on the spot, Adam spun around and picked up two more would-be attackers that were behind him, each by the throat. "Now, would someone please explain to me just what is going o-- dammit!" Suddenly, out of nowhere, another Hustle Gangster seemed to teleport right in front of the Survivor, and popped a classic disco dance pose wherein the index finger is dramatically thrust outward; only the Survivor's eye happened to be in the way of the punk's finger.

"Damn, you little bastards!" Yelling more in annoyance than pain, as he had experienced so much worse in his life, Survivor threw the two gangsters in his hands away with ease and tried to hurl an energy blast at the one who had poked his eye out, but the disco doofuss had quickly teleported out of sight and the line of fire.

In barely a moment's time, the Survivor's once-empty eye socket was filled with an orb of fluid and nerves again as he gracefully dodged more weapons fire. It had been less than ten seconds before the vision returned to his eye and the Survivor was back to optimum performance. "Blur!" he shouted over the commotion, "at least one of these idiots has a short range teleporter on them. If you find him... leave him for me. I wanna see how he likes having his eye poked out!"

I use almost all of my strength to keep from laughing as Survivor gets his eyeball poked out by a dude doing that pose Travolta did in Saturday Night Fever. It doesn't take long for his eye to start growing back, hmm guess that's why he's called The Survivor.

I zip next to him as he yells out through the small riot the fight's making.

"Don't worry, man. I got him."

Just like that, I'm gone. Tearing through the members of the gang. God, hairspray and polyester as far as the eye can see.

I use my speed and leap through the air. Using my kenetic energy, I slam hard on the pavement and cause a shockwave of energy to ripple out throughout the street. Chunks of asphalt crack as almost everyone in our little rumble fall flat on their ass.

"Heh, cool. Something else for Bruce and Johnny to go nuts over."

 

[JinnSato]

But death didn't come. I opened my eyes to see John standing there. Smoke coming out of his gun. I looked towards the ground. The monster's head had a hole in it the size of a baseball. I looked a John and said. "Dude, where would I be without you??"

"Probley a bloody mess on the ground."

"Yeah you're right."

Suddenly a bright light hit both of us. And we could hear a loud hum coming from above us. We looked up to see a king crow. "Well it's about damn time." John shouted to the pilot. The copter landed. "Just get in" we heard over a loud speaker.

We jumped in and took off. "We're we going?" I asked the pilot. "You'll find out when we get there."
The pilot said.

A few hours later we landed in a small desert village. We hoped out and we were greeted by several soldiers. I saw several villagers run into their houses. They where all black. "Welcome to Africa." John said.

 

[MST3K 4ever]

Chambers begins to once again stare out his window still somewhat reeling from his confrontation with Survivor.

Now that I have discovered this challenge the larger question looms...how do you kill someone with powers like his?

He fixes himself a drink as Brenda enters his office.

She says to him, "It's barely past nine and you're already drinking what's the problem?"

Dylan looks at her and says, "Rough meeting last night. I doubt Adam will be our new client. Although I am certain that we haven't seen the last of him."

Brenda says, "Well you have a 10 am meeting with the Hawks Family."

Dylan sighs and says, "Crap another b**** session with his wife about his will and making more d*** changes. I tell you Brenda if it wasn't the fact that they mean...mean so much to the firm."

He smiles and says, "That's it. Brenda that's it something that matters. You hit what they love. Brenda my darling today is going to be a glorious day."

 

[Blacklight]

IC: Blacklight


Chapter 14/15: First Time conclusion/Awakening


As I quickly 'flew' on scene, I descended to the building's level, searching for where the attempted kidnapping turned hostage situation was taking residence. I wanted to do this inconspicuously, but all the cops below stared in awe at the black-eyed kid flying around. I stopped in mid-air next to th window as I reached the apartment where two men were keeping a woman and little girl tied up with one of them pointing a gun at them. I needed to seperate them if I had any chance at beating them. I looked over at a nearby gargoyle and an idea sprung in my head.

TAP. TAP. TAP.

One of the men approached the window and opened it, only to be pulled out and hung on the gargoyle like a christmas ornament by me. His screams of help didn't phase me. I entered the window of the room but that one sound...

CLANK

...stopped me dead in my tracks.

"Stop right there or I'll put a bullet in your head."

I put my hands in the air and thought I could do one of three options:

1. Try to talk him down.

2. Make fun of him.

3. Kick his ass and not waste time.

Let's do option 4: Intimidation. I then began to energize my hands with my 'black-light'. The man immediately took notice.

"Cool, huh. Still want to point that gun at me?"

Then when he was distracted, I launched a 'black-bolt' small enough to disarm him so I could launch a blast to knock him straight into the wall.

"Didn't think so." I gloated. I then rushed over to the hostages and untied them. The little girl immediately hugged me tightly.

"Thank you, Mr. Weirdy-eyes."

"It... it was nothing, kid. Just doing what's right."

Right. Doing what's right.

Am I?

Yes, I am.

I'm a superhero now.

The girl let go and then ran to hold her mom.

"Thank you so much, young man. They wanted to take us so my husband would give them money. How could I ever repay you?"

"You don't have to.." As I approached the window to take flight when the police started to knock on the door. "That's what superheroes do. We save people."

As I came seconds closer to taking off, she stopped me again.

"Wait! What's your name!?!"

I didn't want to tell her my real name, or else the cops or her kidnappers would come after me.

"Blacklight."

Then I took off. That was my first time. My first time as a superhero.

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Right now...


"..."

"......Wh-"

"What just hit me?"

My eyes opened slowly as I found my self on a table in a dark room, shirtless. My head was pounding, and I started to freak out. Where am I? Why am I here? What do they want with me?

"HELLO!?! HELLO!?! IS ANYBODY THERE!?! LET ME OUT!!!"

I punched the walls with all my half-superstrength. All the walls were steel. Couldn't knock them down. Then I collapsed to the ground in pain. I used too much strength to withstand using. Now, I know how my mom felt when she first learned of her power, but then a bright light emerged froma door that slowly opened with a shadowy figure in the center of the blinding rays. A voice emerged from it.

"Hello, Jonathan."

 

[Asteroid-Man]

In the last few months Joe had been patrolling other parts of the Galaxy, and now he had finally pulled his Asteroid-Home back to it's original place close to earth.

"Damn that was one long trip."

He sat back on his couch and flicked on the news.

"-sad event. In other news, Monty Gem was assaulted last night by Killer Kristo, previously known as Hunter Kristo."

"Computer, info on Hunter Kristo."

The screen flickered and it came to a Wikipedia-like article on the suspect.

Hunter Kristo came from a very poor family. His friend Christopher Shade, now known as Count Shade came from a very wealthy family. When Christopher's father, Jonathan was killed Kristo became the number one suspect. He was eventually found guilty and sent to a private prison on the coast of England. He eventually escaped the prison in 2005 and killed almost every guard in the facility. He then went on to killing members of Shade Incorporated. He made one attack on Shade himself but was defeated. He fled before being caught. He was later dubbed the name Killer Kristo.

"Interesting..."

Joe's microwave beeps. Joe waves a little asteroid to push the microwave "open" button then slides a slim asteroid under his plate and floats it over to himself. He begins eating his soup as he looks at the screen.

"Computer, give me information on Monty Gem."

Monty Gem made his first appearance in Sub City in 2006. He started Gem Corp. which is a multi-billion dollar company that creates crystals using chemicals. Monty's methods of crystal creation can duplicate any other crystal and he is currently working on making renewable and affordable ECs (energy-crystals).

"Computer, what connections does Monty Gem have with Christopher Shade?"

• They both live in Sub City
• Shade and Gem have been to every single one of each other's public gatherings since 2006
• They're both very wealthy
• They were both attacked by Killer Kristo

"So looks like this Killer Kristo is going after these guys who are connected to Shade. But why?"

Shade sold Kristo out to the police and then married his girlfriend.

"Ok, so he wants revenge. Simple enough, but before I go what happened to Gem?"

Killer Kristo came in from the skylight at a party being hosted in the highest floor of Gem Corp. He then threw his baton straight at Gem with the blade out. This was the first time his aim was off. Before throwing the baton he said "Stop the EC development". He then fled the same way he got in.

"Thanks, you can shut off now."

The TV shuts off. Joe has the asteroid fly his empty soup-bowl to the dishwasher as he glides across his asteroid-home on another slim asteroid. He puts on his costume, takes his asteroid-sole shoes and puts his hat on.

"Security: On"

Asteroid-Man now flies over the earth.

"It's so nice from up here. Good thing it doesn't reflect the crappy slums of Sub City!"

Asteroid-Man flies fast into Sub City, USA the largest city in the world.

Asteroid-Man pushed himself up and landed after a flip on the top of Gem Corp. The building had a huge crystal-shaped glass object on the top. A-Man looked in and noticed someone walking around inside. It was Killer Kristo! Asteroid tried to cut through the glass using a sharp shaped asteroid but it broke on impact with the glass. The sound of the shattered rocks falling off of the side of the giant crystal made Kristo look up to see A-Man.

"Who the f*** are you?"

Asteroid tried to use a bigger asteroid at a higher speed. Still not even a crack. He sat on the crystal as everything went silent. Then he looked underneath himself and the glass began pulling in. He fell inside and smashed onto the ground.

"Only diamonds can cut through diamonds."

Asteroid-Man pulls himself up.

"All you really had to do was knock."

"What are you doing here?"

"This is my home. Genius isn't it?"

"No one would ever expect you to work in your own enemies building."

"What are you talking about? You aren't from here are you?"

Asteroid-Man makes a flaming rock ball in his hand.

"You can say that. But that doesn't mean I don't know what you're up to. You wanted revenge on your friend Christopher."

"Yes"

"Because he betrayed you and had you put in jail"

"Yes"

"You somehow killed everyone in the jail"

"By working out every day and night I was in there. I wasn't a good fighter, but brute strength got me somewhere."

"And when you got out you began training."

"Yes"

"You killed everyone connected to Christopher Shade,"

"Yes"

"And you tried to kill Gem too!"

"No."

"And- wait, what?"

"That wasn't me."

"Prove it."

He launches his hand up in the direction towards Asteroid-Man and his hat is taken off him by a blade that flew out of the Killers sleeve. The next second his blade has pinned the hat to the wall.

"I don't miss."

"-the other night..."

"He missed. He also mentioned to stop the development of the ECs. I don't have anything to do with them."

Asteroid-Man began looking around in the room. There was a lot of Gel, lots of suits and fake facial hair.

"The largest supplier of energy in the city is Shade Inc."

Killer Kristo begins putting on the fake facial hair.

"Gem Corp is going to be the downfall of Shade Inc and Chris knows it."

Killer Kristo slicks his hair back. He turns to face Asteroid-Man and he sees now that Hunter Kristo is actually Monty Gem.

"I'm bringing him down in the business world and then I'm going to take him down for real."

"But, you're killing his innocent workers."

"All his workers were murderers who he paid bail for to have then work for him. They aren't paid anything other then their freedom. At night they do Shade's dirty work and go out killing the business competition or the threats to his Corporate Empire."

"You're vengeance has blinded you. If you didn't grow up the way you did-"

"You don't know anything about me!"

Kristo had a tear fall down his cheek.

"My father had everything taken away from him. He was a very wealthy man. Christopher's father bribed him into giving him all his money and wealth or he'd kill me. My father did so and before he died he told me the the truth about where he got his wealth. We were descendants of Monty Kristo. I became a chemist in hopes of one day earning a lot of money and making my father proud. My father became sick and neither him nor myself could pay for his recovery. I went to Chris's father and he refused. My father died. I was angry at Chris's father."

"So you killed him?"

"No! I went on to become an amazing chemist. I secretly developed a way to duplicate any substance into a crystal. I was even looking at energy and opposites. Then one day, Chris's father was killed. Chris "did it for me". Yeah right. Chris's greed came over him and he inherited his father's money. He then told the police it had been me. They arrested me and I vowed that Chris would pay."

"So then what?"

"I remembered my ancestor, Monty Kristo and how the same thing had happened to him. It was only at this time I truly believed history repeats itself. I killed everyone in the dungeon I was taken too. Apparently after one year that a prisoner was there, their records would be deleted and the guards would stone or circle beat the prisoners to death. I took care of them before leaving using my strength. I took one of the island's boats and got away. I was going to set up a new life and get revenge. While sailing back to land I heard over the radio that a crystal trading company's ship was sinking and no one was close enough to help. The sailor's survived but they had lost their ship. I took my own ship over by the coordinates mentioned a few nights prior and used the equipment I had on the ship to bring up one crate of every kind of crystal they had. I took it back to mainland and used the methods I learned in chemistry to duplicate the crystals to become rich and build this empire. I adopted a new name giving honor to my ancestor. All my equipment is made out of different crystals. My retractable blades, swords, and staffs are all made of diamond."

He held up a button swung it out and a shimmering crystal blade swung out.
"It's indestructible."

"So what do you plan on doing with the impostor?"

"Finding him."

"I'm coming to"

"Ok fine. but you better hope you get to him first. Because if I do, I'll be the last thing he ever sees."

He walks over to a wheel-less motorcycle and gets on. It starts hovering as it turns on. He presses turns on the gas and flies out of the same crystal side that was pulled in, using it like a ramp. Asteroid-Man flies out behind him.

"I don't know where we're going but I better fallow him and make sure he doesn't kill the guy if he's defenseless."

 

[Matt Murdock]

Last time in INFINITY...

And now, the continuation...

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Infinity: Part 3

One Year Later...

Albert Michaels sat in his laboratory. After a year of poking and prodding the alien fuel source, he had grown weary. He had made no progress whatsoever. The substance wasn't magnetic, didn't absorb chemicals, and when it was introduced to electricity, simply bubbled and frothed.

Michaels had his nose buried between the two lenses of his microscope, examining a small portion of the substance. The glass door on the one end of the room slid open. Agent Caldwell was paying Michaels his monthly visit.

"Any progress today, Albert?" He asked flatly.

"None this month, Agent Caldwell." Michaels said, his nose still buried in the microscope.

"You must have something, anything." The FBI agent said, pushing the issue.

"No, God damn it, I don't!" Michaels said, infuriated. "You keep me locked up like a lab-rat, expecting results. I haven't seen my boys in a year. I've missed a Christmas, their birthdays, and New Year's ; yet you insist on keeping me in here. You push for answers..."

Michaels picked up the microscope slide with the sliver of black gel on it and hurled it at the wall. The slide shattered on the wall, smearing the gel across the green tile.

"...When I can't find a damned one!"

After his eruption, Michaels slumped backwards in his chair.

Caldwell stood with his hands in his pockets, not sure of what to say next.

A crackling sound started coming from the wall.

Both Michaels and Caldwell shifted their gaze to the tile.

The green tile had started to become white, along with the gel from Area: 51.

Caldwell stepped backwards, and up against the opposite wall.

"What's going on?" He asked, his voice quivering.

"The substance is becoming one with the wall..." Michaels said, shocked.

"Why didn't it do that with the glass it was on?" Caldwell said, confused.

"The grout between the tiles. It's porous. Your high-issue, über-perfect government glass isn't." Michaels said, amazed.

The look of sheer confusion on Caldwell's face indicated to Michaels that he had to explain this another way.

"I see I'll need to explain this through the beauty of metaphor." Michaels said condescendingly. "When you want to grow a plant, you don't put it on a wooden table that its roots won't penetrate, you put it in some nice, moist, soft soil. You give it a place to get a footing..."

Michaels tilted his head to the side and grinned. "...Then, you add water."

Caldwell seemed to follow along, but had only one question. "I get that the fuel is the plant, and the soil is the grout... but what's the water?"

Michaels grinned and picked up a pair of electrical wands. "Power."

He stepped over to the wall and touched the charged metal to the white gel. After a few moments, it seemed not to change, but in an instant, the gel began to glow.

The room shook and the gel grew hotter and hotter.

After a few seconds, Michaels tore the metal wands away from the wall.

Caldwell looked gleeful, a smile spread widely across his face.

"You can expect me to be paying you many more visits, Mr. Michaels..."

"..After all, I think you just made a breakthrough."

 

[Eddie Brock]

Season I, Part 47

Carver sounds so peaceful at night. You'd never know that this section of the city is a breeding ground for crime and injustice. Sometimes, it's nice to just sit down on one of the taller rooftops and listen to the city sounds. Even at night, Lost Haven is buzzing with activity. But it's a different kind of activity. You can tell that it's not daytime, but it's not like everything is completely still.

Serene, I suppose, is the best word for it. Even the police sirens sound musical as they whisper through the night air from a distance. Listen to me, I sound like a friggin' poet. I don't mean to ramble on, but I really do love this city. That's why I fight so hard to protect it.

The melody of the twilight is accompanied by the twinkling lights of distant stars. As I gaze upon them - desperately trying to find constellations, even though I don't know them all - something catches my eye. It's not something...ordinary. It's a comet, I think.

Only...it doesn't seem to be passing through the night sky. It appears to be falling from it. In fact, the longer I watch, the larger the object appears to become.

Oh dear God...it's coming right for the harbor.

As soon as I realize this, my superhero instincts kick into overdrive. I find myself leaping from rooftops, trying to get the harbor as fast as I can. But the falling object is coming in too quickly for me to beat it.

It collides with the water, and large ripples of water echo through the harbor. I come to a halt atop the nearest building. I can see the object sinking into the waters. It appears to be glowing. The light dims and dims until it is no longer visible. By this point, the ripples have subsided and the waters are calm.

Well...that was almost an emergency.

As usual, I speak too soon. Once I've decided that the coast is clear, I turn to leave. That's when I hear a splash - or something close to it. I spin around quickly and see an object...a being...flying up OUT of the harbor. It's considerably smaller than the object that crashed, and it appears to have a humanoid form.

As the being approaches the lights, I get a better look at it. She appears to be a woman, but she's clearly not from Lost Haven...or the planet Earth for that matter. Her skin is a shade of teal, and her hair is baby blue. She's wearing some sort of strange alien garment.

This is where I want you to put yourselves in my shoes. I'm sure that from time-to-time, you criticize me. Hell, you might even think that you can do a better job than me. Okay, well, here's your first lesson.

This girl has just crashed into my harbor. She hasn't done anything, but she's clearly an alien. Now, in the next 3 seconds, you have to decide whether she's friend or foe.

Sound easy enough?

Say you decide to trust her. You go to greet her nicely and ask where she's from. She then proceeds to tear you limb from limb, and then she takes over the planet. Oops.

Okay then, let's treat her as a hostile. But what if she's some kind of alien ambassador? You kill her, and in doing so, piss off a super-powerful alien race. Now, they come and obliterate Earth into Kingdom Come. Whoops.

So maybe that'll keep your pie-hole shut the next time you want to swap places. Capiche?

After that pleasant digression, back to the narrative at hand. Being a superhero, and all-around nice guy, I give this girl the benefit of the doubt. I decide that it's better to be nice to an enemy than piss off a (potential) friend.

"I think you wanted to make a RIGHT at the asteroid belt," I announce as I leap down from my post. I try to get a read on her, but her face is a blank slate. She looks neither shocked nor impressed by my appearance. And to my best estimations, she has no clue what I just said. "Let me guess...they don't teach English beyond Jupiter?"

Finally, I get some emotion from this chick. At my second statement, she looks at me quizically. I can tell she so desperately wants to break the language barrier, but I really don't think---

"Hi!" she responds energetically. "And in response to your previous statement, Earth English was one of over 400,000 languages offered at my school. I chose to take Fbgigh instead."

The look on my face can best be described as: WTF?! Good thing I'm wearing a mask to conceal it. This girl, on the other hand, merely smiles pleasantly.

"So you do know how to speak English?" I ask. It seems like the most logical question, but then again, not a lot is logical in this situation.

She nods. "I do now...thanks to you."

I look around for Ashton Kutcher. There's no way this is real. "What do you mean - 'thanks to me'?"

"Earth English is a pleasantly simplistic language to comprehend," she explains casually. "By listening to you talk, I was able to pick up on it quite easily."

"So you learned how to speak an ENTIRE language by listening to me say two sentences?" I respond in disbelief. This is insane.

She nods again in that polite, content manner. "No offense, but your culture is quite primitive. You're at least 1,000,000,000 Earth years behind my civilization."

"Speaking of which," I begin, "What exactly is your civilization?"

She frowns ever so slightly. "Human ears are incapable of hearing over half the sounds of my native tongue. In Earth English, my best translation is: Arlaaek."

Before I can fit a word in edge-wise, something dawns on her. Her eyes widen, and then she goes looking through her garment for something.

"I can't believe I forgot about this!" she announces when she finds it. It appears to be a small gem of some kind. She places it on her nose - in much the same manner as a nose piercing. When happens next freaks me out even more. Her skin begins to change into the typical pinkish shade, and her hair turns blonde. Now she actually looks like a human. "Again, this is technology that your people will not be able to recreate in many millenia."

Rather than respond to that, I just insist, "Let's go talk somewhere less...high profile."
​

 

[Catman_prb]

"What I want is for you to put the gun down and turn around. Then I can beat your skull in." I said and knocked the gun out of his hand with one fluid motion.

I was so fast and strong this guy didn't have a chance.

"Now let's do this again. This is the part where you give up."

"Foolish little man," Mercutio said, pulling the detonator from his jacket pocket. With all the police cars on the scene now, he had a chance to execute his grand finale. He pushed the little switch, and the bomb exploded just outside of the park.

The air before him began to swim and swirl, an odd eery light shining through from another world. As Mercutio watched, and thick purple tentacle weaved its way through the gash.

"Brother, come and play with the little hero,"

 

[Spike_x1]

I use almost all of my strength to keep from laughing as Survivor gets his eyeball poked out by a dude doing that pose Travolta did in Saturday Night Fever. It doesn't take long for his eye to start growing back, hmm guess that's why he's called The Survivor.

I zip next to him as he yells out through the small riot the fight's making.

"Don't worry, man. I got him."

Just like that, I'm gone. Tearing through the members of the gang. God, hairspray and polyester as far as the eye can see.

I use my speed and leap through the air. Using my kenetic energy, I slam hard on the pavement and cause a shockwave of energy to ripple out throughout the street. Chunks of asphalt crack as almost everyone in our little rumble fall flat on their ass.

"Heh, cool. Something else for Bruce and Johnny to go nuts over."

As the shockwave from the Blue Blur rippled outward from his landing, the Survivor leaped into the air, avoiding the wave of concrete. The destructive flow had already passed by the time Adam landed by the side of a parked pickup truck. Quite mad, Survivor reached down and gripped the edge of the underside of the truck and lifted it above his head.

Adam could see the look of awe and fear in the eyes of the people around him as they saw the ease with which he was holding the vehicle up. "Okay, let's stop, hold hands, sing a song," said the Survivor sarcastically, "and maybe, just maybe, explain what we're fighting abou--" Once again, Adam's question was cut off as a small shining disco ball was hurled from the crowd and landed at his feet. It didn't take a genius to figure out that it was some sort of grenade. "...Nuts."

Not wasting another moment, Adam let go of the pickup truck and backflipped underneath of it, coming out behind it before the truck hit the ground. Keeping his momentum up, he continued with backward somersaults through the air, increasing the distance between himself and the truck, with a full fuel tank, which was next to the waiting grenade. When the disco ball grenade went off, hundreds of razor sharp shards shot out with the force of a regular explosive; expectedly striking and shredding the truck and its gas tank.

Crouching down and shrouded in his cape, the Survivor watched the explosion and the Hustle Gang with contempt that showed even through his mask. "Alright, I've decided; I hate these guys."

 

[ElectroFlare]

"Foolish little man," Mercutio said, pulling the detonator from his jacket pocket. With all the police cars on the scene now, he had a chance to execute his grand finale. He pushed the little switch, and the bomb exploded just outside of the park.

The air before him began to swim and swirl, an odd eery light shining through from another world. As Mercutio watched, and thick purple tentacle weaved its way through the gash.

"Brother, come and play with the little hero,"

What the hell? I thought I'd seen some strange things, but this was creepy!

I grabbed the terrorist by the shoulders and squeezed as hard as I could without actually breaking him in half.

"What is that thing? Close it now!" I yelled literally inches from his face. I could see flecks of spit land in his eyes.

The tentacle was making it's way through. I couldn't let it come in.

"You! Inform the Pengtagon now! Tell them Spirit of America is calling for military back-up! You! Try and find something that will hurt that thing!" I yelled to two seperate cops that had managed to avoid the blast.

 

[Catman_prb]

What the hell? I thought I'd seen some strange things, but this was creepy!

I grabbed the terrorist by the shoulders and squeezed as hard as I could without actually breaking him in half.

"What is that thing? Close it now!" I yelled literally inches from his face. I could see flecks of spit land in his eyes.

The tentacle was making it's way through. I couldn't let it come in.

"You! Inform the Pengtagon now! Tell them Spirit of America is calling for military back-up! You! Try and find something that will hurt that thing!" I yelled to two seperate cops that had managed to avoid the blast.

"That's my brother little man. The portal cannot be closed. Well...a very big bang...a bing big enough to destroy half of the city around it..." Mercutio said, grinning widely. He did not blink as the spittle landed on his eyeball...he found it all most amusing.

The tentacle rose up, and whipped round knocking the man off of him. It reached towards Mercutio, and wrapped around his legs, knocking him to the ground.

"Brother...? Brother what are you doing? Stop it Brother!" he shouted, and then began to scream as a gigantic, many toothed mouth opened up from the gash in reality. He turned to the man.

"FIRE! FIRE! IT BURNS US!"

 

[Feature]

AGNUS DEI
Season I - Prologue


He opens his eyes. The light is bright. Too bright. Blinding. The world has a strange hue this morning. Everything looks slightly green. He raises his hands in order to rub his eyes and finds that he cannot.

His eyes are covered by some sort of lenses. In fact... his entire head is inaccessible to touch. A heavy steel helmet covers it in its entirety. In a frenzied panic, he pulls at the helmet, claws at its edges, but he cannot remove it. Even trying causes a severe headache and chest pains. Horrified, he feels several screws that bind the helmet to the bones of his chest.

Breathing heavily, on the verge of panic, he begins trying to remember how he came to be in this alley. How did this helmet come to be attached to him? Unable to conjure up the answers, he stumbles through the alley until he comes upon a pane of glass. He looks at his own reflection. It is then that the most troubling thought of all crosses his mind...

"Who am I?"

Trembling, he tries to remember anything about himself. Simple things... his name... his birthday... his family... He can remember none. He moves ot leave the alley, then stops in his tracks. He cannot be seen looking like this! What would people say?

Creeping along through the shadows, he peeks around the corner and sees that the sidewalk is deserted. He bolts down the street and runs into the first building he comes across. He gasps when he sees where he's ended up.

 

[Karem-Knight]

Blitzen


I sit in my back seat with yet another solider whose name I don’t know or care about, he’s Johnny’s driver my Captain in the south end, Me, Jackie and Luigi come along, the solider keeps quiet that’s a good thing neither of us say a word.

“Any idea who the new boss is?”

“I’ve been hearing rumours, chances are after something like this Tony didn’t have any relatives, last of the Vitis. These people were legends of Blitzen!”

“Well what about his son?”

“Lives in Oklahamoa has nothing to do with his father.”

“Wow! Last of the ****ing Vitis, All the stories I heard, man, The only person that I could see taking over is…..”

“Brian Brigante.”

They both stare at me, they all though it would be Old Ralph Cravano.

“Ralph Cravano stepped down the offer so they picked Brigante because he managed to keep the Carlos out of this town long enough.”

“Jesus Christ! This is what we ****ing need! You know if the Carlos get into Blitzen that can really mess things up for us!”

“Not if we lay low, if we just wait and see what happens in Blitzen….”

“Wait What!?”

He says something I stop him before he mumbles his letters.

“I have seen a lot of things happen, but I will not see THIS family go down weaker to the ****ing Carlos! That man has been giving us enough **** as of ****ing late, I don’t care if we go down I am NOT having our family go down to them the old fart can go **** himself with his last dose of Viagra till he dies, he’s nearly 70 for Christ’s sake!”

The journey is silent till we reach the restraint, Luigi and Jackie go out first and I go out last with the solider waiting for us, Luigi tells him to come back in a two hours, As I wait outside I notice Billy Cusone come out of his car with yet another ****e.

Charles Barrone the young leader of the D’Cunos comes walking down the street with his Consigilre, the kid needs to take him along, hot headed and stupid. Like his father back in the 80’s, He messed with us.

I’m not in the good side of either of these ****ing muts, and Carlo, forget it. The only Boss I could trust was Tony Viti, now he’s dead killed by some freak with powers, now the one person that I could have killed for a decade and wanted to was Brian Brigante.
I may not have liked Ralph Cavento, atleast everyone hated him. But everyone likes Brigante because he sucks everyone’s dick, except mine because of a little…incident a few years ago.

Billy Cusone walks up to me with his hand shaken I give him my hand and kiss him on the cheek.

“Hey Frank, Terrible thing, these freaks sould be sorted out.”

“Tell me about it.”

I then see Charles Barrone come up to Billy and me.

“Hey!” He says kissing us on the cheek and shaking our hands.

A waiter comes up to us.

“Mr. Brigante is ready to see you all now.”

“Thank you, Jakice, Luigi!”

My two allies in this come along as we go up the stairs, restraunt’s small but Brian owns it, should be safe.

“Nice place!”

Luigi says to break the tension between us and them everyone else in the room nods, I walk up the stairs to a freshly laid table with Brigante at the end.

“Welcome!” he says, the simple greeting happens as usual he gives everyone in the room the same treatment showing that he’s on their side and not mine.

“If you would all sit down if you wish ha ha.” He says with a smile, all of sudden I hear faint footsteps as I turn around.

Sonny Carlo and his son Mickey Carlo, obviously second in line to when he dies, Brian greets him with a smile; I make sure to be the second one to stand when he arrives.

“Sorry to hear about your loss to your family, Brian. He will be missed.”

The old mutt disgusts me as the simple greetings enrole, on and on the same dry smile with the same cliché greetings come along but I only think of one thing.

I hate his man!

After the patient sits down we begin our memorial to one of the few honrable men left in Lost Haven, my friend Tony Viti.

I join in conversations, me and Tony weren’t just associates we were friends, I only have a few that I would call that in this business of ours.

As the time passes and I enjoyed a relatively good meal and fantastic wine from the Naples, Viti allies of course. Me, Jackie and Luigi leave are about to leave.

“How much do we need to…..?”

“Frankie, please allow me.”

He says with a smile, but all of a sudden Jackie stands up.

“Can I just order a little something?”

Jackie says.

“A glass of whiskey, my treat for everyone in the room.”

He says with a grin.

Within seconds the waiter gives everyone some scotch with ice, I grab mine and look at Jackie and pray he’s not going to do something stupid.

“I would just like to say, that all though we lost one great leader, we have found a new, I would just like to say to a new boss to the Viti family!”


Everyone in the room repeats this, after Brian pretends to pay but doesn’t we all leave I go outside, Bannone is the first to leave, again. Billy Cusone casually leaves. Me, Jackie and Luigi casually walk to our car but all of a sudden I hear an old voice that still angers me to this day.

“Franco!”

I turn around and notice Sonny, his son Mickey walking away saying he’ll meet him later, Sonny walks up to me, Luigi and Jackie tell them they’ll wait in the car.

“I, just wanted to apologise that I couldn’t make it to the Malibu the other day.”

“ah, Don’t worry about it.”

“Yes, but we must do it again.”

“Yeah of course, come over anytime.”

He lights up a cigar.

“Still smoke?”

“Cutting down.”

“Things will kill me, but. Ah well. What you goanna do?”

After a while he finally spits it out, as I stay quiet.

“Listen, Frank. There’s been an issue as of late with our soldiers down in the east area of Central Island, which borders with my territory.”

“I’m listening.”

“Well, I don’t know if you know this, but. My boys have been saying that some of your guys are trying to sell to some of our main investors. Now I know you own that part but. Come on Frankie, we’ve got to keep our territory stable or else, it gets messy.”

“I’m sorry about that Sonny, I’ll talk them, sort it out. Anyway I hate to cut this sort but, I have to talk to some investors in the morning because of a big increase in the finance apparently don’t want to get behind!”

I shake his hand.

“Come to the Malibu sometime”

“I will.”

I walk away, the gun in my pocket. I could have got it out shot him and caused a way in Lost Haven, Luckily I didn’t, this town’s in enough **** already with these freaks. We touched upon it briefly, Brian just wanted it for his name, next week will be Tony’s funereal after that the families will talk about the problem but not now, there are bigger problems between us.

I get in the car’s back seat next to Jackie.

“Good speech.”

“Thank you.”

I’ll talk to him later and tell him my true feelings we start driving and Luigi talks to me.

“How’s the situation with you and Sonny?”

I stay silent for a moment.


“Sooner or later, something’s going to happen so be prepared.”


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[Byrd Man]

As the shockwave from the Blue Blur rippled outward from his landing, the Survivor leaped into the air, avoiding the wave of concrete. The destructive flow had already passed by the time Adam landed by the side of a parked pickup truck. Quite mad, Survivor reached down and gripped the edge of the underside of the truck and lifted it above his head.

Adam could see the look of awe and fear in the eyes of the people around him as they saw the ease with which he was holding the vehicle up. "Okay, let's stop, hold hands, sing a song," said the Survivor sarcastically, "and maybe, just maybe, explain what we're fighting abou--" Once again, Adam's question was cut off as a small shining disco ball was hurled from the crowd and landed at his feet. It didn't take a genius to figure out that it was some sort of grenade. "...Nuts."

Not wasting another moment, Adam let go of the pickup truck and backflipped underneath of it, coming out behind it before the truck hit the ground. Keeping his momentum up, he continued with backward somersaults through the air, increasing the distance between himself and the truck, with a full fuel tank, which was next to the waiting grenade. When the disco ball grenade went off, hundreds of razor sharp shards shot out with the force of a regular explosive; expectedly striking and shredding the truck and its gas tank.

Crouching down and shrouded in his cape, the Survivor watched the explosion and the Hustle Gang with contempt that showed even through his mask. "Alright, I've decided; I hate these guys."

I zip next to Survivor, I bend down and put my hands on my knees, slowly panting.

"Yeah. This gives me another reason to hate disco."

I dissapear from Survivor's side, appearing infront of a member of the gang who's holding a gold cane.

"Go **** yourself, Disco ain't dead man!"

I use my superspeed to sidestep his swing.

"Oh a wise guy, eh?"

I slow my arm down and I use two of my fingers on my right hand to poke the thug in the eyes, Three Stooges style.

"Whoop, whoop, whoop, whoop!"

Doing my best Larry impression, I slap my head a few times and dash off.

"Hey, Survivor dude. Looks like we're starting to win this cluster****!"

Out of the corner of my eye, I see a gang member point a golden gun at Survivor, I'm too slow to stop him or the bullet from flying through the air. The only thing I can do is yell a warning.

"Disco Duck!"

 

[Feature]

AGNUS DEI
Season I - Part 1


The church is deserted and quiet as a tomb. The amnesiac slips through the pews and crouches in a shady corner. He swallows hard and attempts to slow his breathing, noticing the ragged sounds he is emitting.

Not sure what to do, not sure where to turn... not really sure of anything, the amnesiac clasps his hands and begins to pray.

"Dear God... help me. Help me remember. I... I call upon your grace in my darkest hour. Please. Please just send me a sign."

"Hello?"

The voice startles the amnesiac and he hopelessly attempts to crawl further into the corner.

"Is anyone there?"

Poking his head up, the amnesiac sees a priest looking curiously about the church. He thinks about running, but decides against it. The priest begins to move through the rows of pews, coming steadily nearer to the amnesiac.

"Don't find me, don't find me, don't find me..." The amnesiac thinks.

Suddenly, the priest spots him from a distance. The old holy man cannot help but gasp in surprise.

"Wait!"

"My God..."

"Wait! Please! Don't... don't call the police!"

The old man lifts his rosary to his lips and kisses it gently.

"I'm... I'm not gonna hurt you! I swear! I'm just... lost... I need your help."

The old man does not run. He simply stares warily.

"What sort of help?"

The amnesiac thinks about how to answer that question.

"I... look, I'm confused. I know this is strange but I promise I'm not dangerous. I'm just looking for answers."

Cautiously, the old man takes a few steps forward.

"I'm father Stephen Wycasik... what is your name, son?"

The amnesiac pauses.

"I don't know."

 

[ElectroFlare]

"That's my brother little man. The portal cannot be closed. Well...a very big bang...a bing big enough to destroy half of the city around it..." Mercutio said, grinning widely. He did not blink as the spittle landed on his eyeball...he found it all most amusing.

The tentacle rose up, and whipped round knocking the man off of him. It reached towards Mercutio, and wrapped around his legs, knocking him to the ground.

"Brother...? Brother what are you doing? Stop it Brother!" he shouted, and then began to scream as a gigantic, many toothed mouth opened up from the gash in reality. He turned to the man.

"FIRE! FIRE! IT BURNS US!"

Fire? Fire! First he kills over a hundred people, then he opens some dimension to hell, then he tells me how to stop them?

A quick glance around my area showed me what I needed to do. A quick leap to my left and I picked up a fallen lighter off of the ground.

A back-hand spring brought me to a fallen purse where a bottle of hair-spray lay.

"This had better work." I seethed gritting my teeth. I held the lighter in front of the hair-spray and pushed down on the pump. Mini-flame thrower and the flames shot towards the tentacle. A pitiful attempt at fire, but it was all I had.

"Sir! The Pentagon is sending back-up!" A cop yelled as I continued shooting weak flames at the creature.

"I need flame-throwers! Something that shoot fire without destroying everything!" I yelled and the officer retreated.

The Pentagon must have informed him as to what I was.

However, the flame-throwers would only stop this creature. There had to be more then one.

And how could I justify setting off an explosion that would engulf the entire city?

And how could I know this freak wasn't lying to me?

 

[Cyrusbales]

EZEKIEL

The ground disappeared beneath the clouds as Ezekiel ascended inter the upper atmosphere, travelling here was faster and simpler.

Above the streets of Haven, the sky roared and crack, as the clouds were torn apart by the speeding meta-human. Gazing down upon the vermin of humanity, Ezekiel’s eyes glowed with deep blue fire.

He needed more power, and for some reason others with these powers were known to protect the normal people, which provided him with a most easy way of attracting the necessary prey.

Hissing sounds reverberated off the concrete spires of industrialism, the moisture in the air itself becoming heated as plumes of blue hot flames swirled down to the ground, shards of glass cracking and shattering, almost overpowering the shrieking sounds from the victims below.

Descending to the ground, surrounded by the destruction, one approached, it would seem his plan worked.

“You’re compassion shall be your undoing little one.”

 

[Catman_prb]

Fire? Fire! First he kills over a hundred people, then he opens some dimension to hell, then he tells me how to stop them?

A quick glance around my area showed me what I needed to do. A quick leap to my left and I picked up a fallen lighter off of the ground.

A back-hand spring brought me to a fallen purse where a bottle of hair-spray lay.

"This had better work." I seethed gritting my teeth. I held the lighter in front of the hair-spray and pushed down on the pump. Mini-flame thrower and the flames shot towards the tentacle. A pitiful attempt at fire, but it was all I had.

"Sir! The Pentagon is sending back-up!" A cop yelled as I continued shooting weak flames at the creature.

"I need flame-throwers! Something that shoot fire without destroying everything!" I yelled and the officer retreated.

The Pentagon must have informed him as to what I was.

However, the flame-throwers would only stop this creature. There had to be more then one.

And how could I justify setting off an explosion that would engulf the entire city?

And how could I know this freak wasn't lying to me?

The tentacle dragged Mercutio closer to the huge mouth.

"Why brother? Why?"

..Betrayer...

"What? NO! CEASE THIS!" Mercutio cried, being dragged faster and faster towards the mouth. The journey seemed to take forever. And then he was there. The mouth of his brother. The great teeth. He heard the men struggling below him. He did not care. This was the end for him. When the body was destroyed he would go with it. The end. He was lowered down towards the mouth. And then he was engulfed in the darkness.

 

[AlphaNote]

FOUR MONTHS AGO

Lower East side Apartment

Candice stands outside of the bathroom door while Tyler is locked inside.

Tyler? Tyler? Would you come out already your going to be late for your appointment and I have to put on my makeup.

The water is running in the sink as Tyler stands there hunched over hands on the ends of the sink. Water is running down his confused face as he glances toward the door.

Tyler…Goddamnit open this door.

He turns and looks up at the fangs protruding from his teeth and speaks in a low tone.

What the hell is happening to me?

The banging on the door rings through his head as if two huge explosions went off right near his ears. His blood begins to boil and he covers his ears and yells.

SHUT UP! Just go away and leave me alone.

TYLER!

Through the door she could hear the sound of broken glass and she begins to leave the apartment. Inside the bathroom tyler pulls a piece of glass from his hand and looks in horror as the wound begins to heal itself as if there was no cut at all. For a while he does nothing but stands there and think, finally he once again looks at his hand and then himself in the mirror and says.

Cool.


SEVERAL HOURS LATER...

Tyler sat in his couch running his hands through his hair; next to him a bottle of aspirin lay open with tiny little pills all over his couch.

Focus, focus you can do this Tyler.

His hand reaches to his collar and he pulls it as if he can’t breathe.

God I’m thristy.

This time both hands go to his temple and he begins to massage himself. He could hear indistinct sounds now.

Mar…You…I jus…

Good good your almost there.

Apartment two floors down

Relax baby your husband won’t be home for another 3 hours.

But what if someone knows?

Why don’t you tell it all to colonial stiffrod.

Oh…alright my colonial.

The door suddenly opens in Tyler’s apartment.

What the hell are you doing?

Ugh you know about the clean the pipes.

Caprice gives tyler a hard look.

Did you go to your appointment?

Have I told you how beautiful you look today?

Tyler my dad had to pull a lot of strings to set you up with that appointment the least you could have done was go.

Caprice bends slightly to take off her shoes exposing her cleavage. Tyler’s blood once again begins to boil only this time the thrist that had come over him had increased two-fold. He stood up and walked over toward Caprice grabbing her arm and pulling her toward him. Their eyes met as they stood motionless for a moment. Tyler could feel Caprice soft breathe as she breathed in and out slowly.

Tyler…


CONTINUED…

Ten minutes later and Caprice lies lifeless on the floor of Tyler’s bedroom as he is huddled in the corner. His body is drenched in sweat and he can’t stop hyperventilating.

Oh god, oh god what did I do?!?

Tears stream down his eyes as he glances at her body though only momentarily as he quickly look away.

My sweet Caprice, I will always love you.

He stands in anger.

No, no, be strong Tyler there will be plenty of other women all that matters now is your power.

Again looking over her body.

Oh Caprice why did you have to die. I would have given anything to have you by my side for eternity.

He begins frantically pacing around his room talking loudly.

How did this happen to me? How could this happen to me? One day I’m normal the next day I got fangs growing out my teeth!

"Hey shut up in there some people are trying to sleep." Tyler hears coming from his neighbor’s place.

Yeah yeah why don’t you trim your beard lady, Jerry Garcia’s jealous.

One hand goes to the side of his head.

The medicine the medicine, it’s got to be.

At that moment Caprice’s lifeless body simultaneously sits up and gasps for air, her face noticeably paler. Tyler just looks on with shock.

Christ.

Caprice turns to Tyler with a painful look.

You @sshole!

Several hours later...

The smell of fresh blood was in the air. As a nurse Candice knew the smell well but this time something was different. Most of the time the smell caused her to become slightly nauseous. Tyler always said it was psychological "It must be consistently seeing people bloodied in pain and dieing, I think that would make anyone a little sick." She told him one time. "I love seeing those people" he replied "Around them I can’t help but feel more alive then ever."

But this time, this time it was different, she could almost taste the blood and she liked it. Her ears began ringing from the sound of music coming from the next room.

…I’ma do it right and keep the world in a trance, but when the time is right me and the devil going to dance…

Tyler. She said in a low scratchy voice, which he somehow heard.

Standing in the doorway his face is like stone.

How do you feel?

I feel…at first she had a confused look on her face but it quickly changes to a surprised look. I feel better than I ever felt in my life.

He grins.

How did this happen? She says standing up.

It’s the blood, the blood baby. He says walking toward her with a smile on his face.

A shiver runs down Candice’s body as he walks toward her.

At first I thought it was some horrible effect from the medicine I’ve been taking to help my blood irregularity. Then I realized it was my blood the whole time you see the medicine was just keeping the cells from spreading like they were meant to. But no more, now I am what I was always meant to be.

But how…

How did you become like me? Like I said baby the blood. He pauses. Think of my blood as an antidote, a cure. The cells in my blood duplicate and when they entered you they merged with your blood cells making them stronger. Perfect.

Not sure how to react she just stands there not saying anything for a while. Finally she looks him directly in the eyes and speaks slowly with a soft voice.

Tyler.

Whose blood is that that I smell?

Oh he pauses for a second that.

After you went to sleep I paid my old doctor a visit. You see although he doesn't understand yet he knows about me...about us. People are always afraid of the unknown and it would have been a matter of time before they came looking for us. But he is one of us now and little by little our enemy will become our friend.

 

[NiteMare Shape]

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Icon took a few moments to make sure that nobody would see him before he finally landed on the roof of Sherman High School. He reached into a vent that fed fresh air into the building, and pulled out his civilian clothes, quickly changing out of his Icon uniform. In no time he was back inside the school, heading toward the gym where the entire high school community was still waiting for the word that it was safe to leave.

Inside the gym, the principal Mr. Michaels approached a pretty young woman, who didn't look much older than the students, but was in fact a teacher at the school.

"Ms. Gardella, I haven't seen Mr. Morse recently have you?" He asked.

Damn, he noticed Scott left. I hate lying, but sometimes you have to do what you have to do. She thought to herself.

"Yeah, he was here, but I heard him say something about going to find some kids who weren't here."

As if on que Scott walks into the gym and heads over to where Nicole is standing. When he gets to her she gives him a concerned look and rubs his arm. He smiles back at her, and just as Mr. Michaels is about to say something...

"Did you find Tommy?"

Scott looks at her for a moment, somewhat confused, until he understands her meaning.

"Uh, yeah. He was just dawdling a bit, but then I saw some other students going down the hall in the opposite direction, so I went after them. Never did find them though." He says, feigning embarrassment.

"Well, it looks as if everyone is here now, and everyone seems alright. So we'll just wait here for official word. Lets just make sure nobody leaves the gym this time, eh Mr. Morse?" Michaels says, with a bit of sarcasm.

"So, how'd it go?" Nicole asks once Mr. Michaels is well out of earshot.

"It went well, I'll tell you all about it when we get home."