Create a Hero RPG GAME THREAD (MOD Approved)

[NiteMare Shape]

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[trustyside-kick]

Today is Your Day

Right now is the kind of time when I wish I wore one of those Catholic priest collar things around my neck. Cause, who really hits a Priest? Am I right? But, first let's start off with just how this has not been one of my normal Tuesdays before we get to the real juicy stuff.

I go to the bagel shop, pick up my usual cinnamon raisin bagel, toasted, with peanut butter--believe me it is a lot better than you think by the sound of it--and then I meet up with Grace for breakfast at the coffee shop. Don't you just love my life? See, Tuesdays is when I decide to get a bagel before the coffee shop. Tuesdays are special. I know, I'm such a wild rebel.

So I meet up Grace, and everything goes well. Sure, I mess with the coffee dudes (partially because I think their official occupational name a.k.a barista is one of the dumbest things I've ever heard) and I sweet talk Grace into forgiving me for my playful teasing. To me? That's one fine start to the day.

Then, every other Tuesday, Grace drags me along to a, what I believe is utterly pointless, get together with some of her girl friends and their significant others. I don't get why the heck she even bothers, because me and the other guys? We don't get along. Apparently I come across to them as a sarcastic jerk. You imagine that? Guess what, one of those Tuesdays was today; yippee.

So after dodging and fleeing for my life that part of Tuesday is finally over, and Grace and I are about to say our goodbyes so that she can go off to work, and I can work on my paintings. Who would've thought that 6th and 28th street East would be the potential spot for a mugging. Honestly...and in broad daylight? It's not even 9am yet!

"The wallet and the purse! Now!"

"Oh my god."

"I said, NOW!"

"Ah!"

The mugger came behind us as we were walking from the side exit of the building in the alleway, and he just so happened had his gun pulled on Grace as he pushes her forward, falling into my arms. I stumble as I catch her, and she is struck with horror. Me? It wouldn't have been the second time I witnessed a mugging. Course, I'm more mature nowadays and more of a man.

"Wallet. Purse. NOW!"

"Calm down, just."

"Oh my god--"

"It's okay Grace. Nothing is--OOF!"

He pistol whips me in the face, and Grace quickly attends to me as I wipe my jaw. I don't even get around to standing back up, because the mugger points the gun my way, and when someone puts a gun in front of you...you stop. The kid doesn't even look any older than 17.

"It's okay, baby. You want money? Here, just take it."

I reach into my pocket, and toss my wallet to the muggers feet. He slowly goes down, keeping his eye on me and his finger on the trigger and picks up the wallet. He then points the gun at Grace, nodding at her with it to do the same with her purse.

"Listen, you don't need her purse; I have plenty of credit cards and cash in my wallet. Her purse is just full of make-up and what not. You have my wallet, just...leave her alone. If you want to point a gun at anyone...point it at me, please."

"Shut the **** up, pretty boy. Don't talk to me like you know what I've been through. Like you know what I know."

"I know that life is tough. However, that doesn't mean you have to resolve to this."

"Again you go like you know me all of a sudden! What life troubles could you possible have gone through, pretty boy? Life must be so goddamn tough walking around in your expensive clothes, huh? Now I'm not going to repeat myself, lady, give me the damn purse."

My heart is racing a thousand miles a second. I thought this would be a stroll in the park this time around. Not my first mugging and here I thought I knew how to handle it; but this guy just won't listen to reason. What's driving him to do this? This isn't a bad part of the city.

"Life isn't all as you see, you know. You examine me, but I'm not examining you. I'm not judging you. I'm not happy at the moment, sure...heck, you've got a gun pointed at my girilfriend...but I'm not judging you. I know first hand that Life isn't all it is cracked up to be at times."

"Oh yea? You know what it is like to be desperate? Not have enough cash to meet end? Your momma ever drive your dad up the wall so bad about it, so many times, that he goes and drinks his ass off, takes an overdose amount of all KINDS of pills, and then sits in the garage with the car running? Huh, pretty boy? And then, your momma finds him, passed out, thinking the worse and rushes him to the hospital? To top it all off, the second you find out, you rush to the hospital and she is so damn drugged up that she starts blaming you for what happened? You ever have that kind of stress on your shoulders?"

The entire time he was talking, his hand shakes; eventually his whole body follows. He's entirely unstable at the moment with his emotions. I don't lie to him, and I don't make up some story to bring him down to Earth. I merely tell him the truth.

"No. I never even had the privilege to know my parents. I lived my life as a foster child, never truly able to look into my 'parents' eyes and call them 'mom' and 'dad' without feeling nothing but sadness because I never got to know my birth parents."

He stops shaking. I cannot quite make out and describe the look he gives me, but it's sure quite a look. Sympathy? Empathy? I cannot quite place it. So I continue talking.

"You shouldn't be here now, doing this. You should be at the hospital, sitting beside your father, thanking God every day for the fact that you got to spend one more day, one more hour, one more second...with your father."

"I left God behind and the Church a long time ago. He won't answer my prayers just as he never has before."

"..."

"...then I'll pray for you."

He eyes open wide with shock, and he starts to kind of stumble back as he tries to keep standing. If not to save the life of my girlfriend who has a gun pointed to her, I try to save his life. He's lost and he is disturbed. Faith is a powerful thing; more powerful than people give it credit for. Here is a man that is threatening my life as well as the woman that I love. Do I hate him for it, or react in a way expressing such hate? No. Despite it all, I think the classic 'WWJD' thing; heh, kinda funny really. Who would've thought that literally processing the whole 'WWJD' thing in my mind would spark such bravery in my heart.

He drops my wallet from his hands, and from the look he now gives me, it's as if he is looking at some sort of Saint or something. I guess I didn't need that Priest collar after all. He slowly backs away, turns, and then runs.

I get up with Grace's help, and I hold her tight as she cries in my arms.

 

[AlphaNote]

Present Day

Who is Prometheus? The streets of manhatten were cluttered with paper and signs that seemingly spread over night all asking the same thing; Who is Prometheus? If you watched the news recently you'd hear that this was just one of the strange things that's been happening and not just in New York.

NYU

Oh come on Professor this type of thing doesn't happen often.

Alright Alisha what do you think it means?

I don't know but it just doesn't feel right. I've been having the strangest dreams I know it sounds crazy but I think everything is connected the missing people, the flyers.

"Yea next she's going to be saying she got a call from Prometheus asking her what pill she is going to take."

The class fills with laughter.

Tyler eyes pierce his students and they quickly hush in silence.

Who was Prometheus? According to Greek legend he was a God who gave the knowledge of fire to humans. But it was no God who did such a thing only men, men like you the greatest and brightest. If you want to know who he is i'll tell you. He is you, if you choose so. Like him it will be your job to bring light to all the world through your actions, your inventions and your thought.

Ring Ring Ring

Remember class your paper on cellular decay will be due on monday and that will be worth thirty percent of your grade so have it on time.

Walking to his car Tyler hears a voice.

Do you think it's possible Professor? What you were saying of the possiblity of a engineered agent the makes the blood stronger?

He turns slow with a warm smile on his face.

I realize the situation with your brother so I don't want to give you false hope

he pauses

but we are far from tapping into the possiblities.

Tyler's cell phone begins to ring.

Excuse me a moment.

Flipping open his phone he hears a voice on the other end.

Project Luz underway Sir.

He smiles and hangs up the phone

Perhaps sooner than later.

 

[Karem-Knight]

I wake up at home, Julia makes me a cup of coffe and some breakfast,

“Hi Honey how are you today?”

I go up and kiss her, I love this woman.

“Hey sweety, I’m good, just a little tired.”

I notice Antonio, my son with his long hair. Looks like a want to be rock star.

“How are you doing Axl?”

He grunts, meaning he’s good, I take some bread.

“Billy called he says he’s going to come over tomorrow.”

“Brilltiant, I asked Joey to come over, said he’ll be delighted to come over aswell, him and Billy were quite close, you were close with Joey aswell weren’t you Tony?”

He looks at me.

“Sort of, we don’t have to much in common.”

“Ahh oh well.”

An hour later I leave, the only bright side in my world are my family, What I’ll do without them. I don’t know.

I walk over all of a sudden my phone rings.

“Hello?”

“Hey Frankie it’s me Luigi come to the Malibu, we found him.”

“Ok, I’ll be there soon.”

I hang up and rush to a taxi.

“Malibu club…now!”

He nods five minitues later I arrive at the Malibu, go around the back exit towards the alleyway and visit Luigi and Joey.

I go towards both of them.

“Where’s Jackie?”


“I don’t know Unc.”

“Ok, never mind, first of all who is he?”

“You know Jimmy down near the South East?”
“A ****ing Solider!?”

“Yeah, turns out he’s been meeting with ****ing Garry Tonfigili.”

“What the half Irish guy?”

“His wife’s Irish they just call him that cause his kid has ginger hair.”

“Ok, call Johnny and tell him to whack this prick, keep it clean all right? No massages just send his body down the river and make sure no one finds out alright?”

“Will do.”

“Joey I want you to go to a pay phone and tell Luigi the number . Call me when it’s done all right?”


“Right.”

“Ok, I’ll see you two later got to go sort out some stuff down in the stock exchange.”

I head over to my car that was parked at the club and drive to the exchange, my best suit on. Got to make these guys think I’m legit.



2 hours later, South East Lost Haven.

Freddy Donovan was a small time associate of the Zano family, he was blue collar had a bit of money. He couldn’t join the family because he wasn’t Italian at all but managed to have strong ties with the Bengali crew of the Zano crew, he had been told by Johnny Bengali himself to take out his good friend Garry Tonfrigii.

He drove to Garry’s house, Garry lived alone and was said to be in, he had no suspicions because the Zanos only heard about it a mere three hours ago, by which time Garry was a sleep.

Freddy parked the car outside, he had a job he now had to cancel that Garry was a part of, so Garry wasn’t suspicious, everyone within the Zano family knew about this hit except Garry himself.

The door knocked.

“Hey Garry open up!”

Freddy said, Garry opened the door.

“Hey Freddy, what are you doing it’s 12 o’clock the job isn’t till seven!”

“Yeah I know, but I just wanted to come early today.”

“Ok, want to come in? I’ve got some coffee you want some?”
“Yeah sure.”

Garry walked over to his kitchen, Freddy slowly walked in.

“How do you take it?”

“Err, three sugars and some milk, is that ok?”

“Yeah ok.”

Garry turned on the kettle and opened the sugar pot.

“So how are things with you know, got any other jobs planned?”

“Yeah I do actually…”

He got his gun out.

“****ing killing you you rat!”

He fired five shots into Garry all in the chest.

“You sould have joined the Carlos when you had the chance!”

He fired the last bullet into his head; he then dropped the gun on the floor and left the house.

He then went to the pay phone and phoned Johnny Bengali.

“Hey John, it’s done!”

“Ok good, where’d you put it?”

“Put wh…, Oh I left it in the house.”

After a long pause he can over hear something.

“Ok, I’ll call you back.”

“Ok.”

The phone rang again.

“Ok, sorry Freddy we got to meet you down near the car disposal area near the town, Joey Testfara’s going to meet you there now.”

“Ok.”

Freddy hanged up the phone and went down to the yard.



He went to the garbage area to see a Mercedes parked with a man not much older then him leaning on it.
He went towards him,

“Hey are you Joey?”

“Yeah.”

He got his hand out.

“Nice to meet you.”

Joey shook got his hand out.

“Wish I could say the same about you!”

“What?”

Joey grabbed his hand and punched Freddy in the face, all of a sudden a bunch of people from that Freddy knew from the South East came along and grabbed him.

”Hey what the **** are you…..”

Joey then punched him in the nose, he went to get a metal rod.

“You left the ****ing body in the house!”

Joey hit him the face with it.

“What’s the ****ing matter don’t you know how to dispose of one?”

He hit him three times in the spine, crippling him.

“Well we’re going to teach you!”

He hit him across the head and he was down face flat.

“Put him in the car!”

They all opened up Freddy’s car and then shut.

“Hey….what the……f…doing…?”

All of a sudden the magnet to the car crusher came down towards Freddy’s car, he tried screaming no but it was to late, it dropped him into it with a large bang.

Soon you could hear the car crunching and a man screaming but was soon silenced by a series of large cracks.


“Ok, that taught that ****, now I want you all to go to the rat’s house and clean it up, you understand?”

“Got it.”

They all rushed, Joey got out his phone.



Franco sat down in his business meeting and his phone rang.

“Hello?”

“It’s done, we had to get rid of both.”

“Ok, thanks.”

Franco hung up and carried on the business meeting.

OOC: Lesson, All ways bury the body!

 

[Apprentice]

Divine Intervention:
The Origin Of A Hero
PART ONE
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"It's a simple choice, Monsieur de Payens."

Godfrey remained silent, motionless, his head bowed in defiance. His captors - three in number, each taller and brawnier than he - grunted in impatience, each of them evidently moving closer to losing their temper. If that happened, he was certain that he would die at their hands; his broken body would no doubt be strung up in the town square, an example to other Knights that remained active. Not a martyr, but a warning: respect the law of the King, or pay the ultimate price. The mere thought of death's ice-cold grasp sent a shiver spidering down the Catholic's back, and he pressed it back as the interrogator continued to press him for information. To Godfrey, though, the words were merely white noise. They ahd no meaning, no significance.

Not when such a life-shattering choice was laid out before him.

His allegiance versus his life. To most others, it would be simple. But to Godfrey, it was terrifyingly complex. In order to remain living, he would have to forget his role in his beloved organisation and betray the only men he had ever thought of as friends...was it worth it? He felt tears well in his eyes, blinked them back. Showing weakness could only lead to the use of physical force, which he'd rather avoid until he'd made his decision; if he ever made it. Of course, in that circumstance, it would be made for him - he would be slain within the hour. He swallowed, eliciting a hacking cough as his dry throat protested. His captors' words were growing shorter, harsher.

"If I talk...if I tell you where we are stationed...you will allow me to go free?" he said softly, interjecting.

"Of course." The words were tainted with a smugness; the man was fully aware that he was nearing victory. "Just those few simple words will save your life..."

"...and end dozens of others." He bowed his head and swallowed hard. "No. No, I cannot be responsible for such slaughter."

The thug's mammoth fist snapped across Godrey's face in a smooth, well-practiced motion. A coppery-tasting liquid welled in the prisoner's mouth even as a second strike sent a sharp pain ripping through his gut. He shuddered and choked, writhing vigorously as though it would somehow detract from the intense agony that was blasting each and every nerve in his battered body. Cold, callous laughter filled the air, mocking his pain. Tears sprung forth from his reddened eyes, but his energy was spent - he could not sob or moan. It was so terrible. So...endless. The dull ache had now consumed his entire form, and he merely hung limply, broken in spirit. He could take no more suffering; no more starvation; no more hurt.

"The bakery. Rue de Algeres," he croaked.

...and then wondered why the weight from his shoulders ahd not been lifted.​

 

[Karem-Knight]

Franco Zano’s home:

Franco sat down in the table, his wife Julia next to him with his son Antonio on the other side facing them, they waited for the doorbell to ring for Joey and Billy, and soon the door bell rang, Franco answered it.

Opening the door he saw his son Billy, Franco gave a smile.

“Billy!” He gave his son a kiss, the two had not seen each other in a while,

“Hey Pa!” Wow it’s been forever, how have you been?”

“I’ve been good.”

“William!” his mother went over to him, again giving him a kiss.

“My own mother, I have not seen you in forever.”

Billy looked at his brother who stood like he didn’t matter.

“Hey Bro!”

“Tony, we haven’t seen each other in forever man, how’s college?”


“It’s good, yeah.”

The two brothers were never really close, Billy the sociable more like his father while Tony was quiet and did nothing but play music all the time.

“Shall we sit down?”


“Nah, not yet, Joey’s coming round.”

“Ah brilliant!”


The doorbell rang again.

“Speak of the devil!”

Franco said with a smile letting his nephew in.

“Hey Uncle Frank what’s the big sur….Billy!”

Joey went to kiss his cousin on the cheek.

“Been a while my man!”

“Tell me about it!”


“Anyway, shall we?”

Franco pointed to the dinner table.



About an hour later, everyone cleared up. Billy talked to everyone about his college in Chicago, Joey whispered into Franco’s ear.

“Hey I need to talk to you, mind if we go outside?”

“Nah all right, If you’ll excuse us me and Joey have to err discuss something.”

Everyone smiled and nodded as the two went outside.

“Ok what’s up?”

“You know how some of our imports have been interfering with Sonny’s?”

“Yeah?”

“Well, today **** stole one of our trucks, Luigi was going to tell you but since I was coming….”

“Yeah ok thanks, Joey I’ll…..”

All of a sudden.

“Hey what are you two talking about?”


“Umm, business, Billy we’ll be inside in a minute.”

“Ok.”

Billy went inside, rejected but used to it. Billy always wanted to be a part of the family business but his father avoided him from it, rightly because Franco knew that Billy would be good at this job, better then him. Billy was smarter then Franco but Franco wanted Billy for better purposes, but he had another successor in mind.


“Listen, I’ve been running this family a long time and…one day, I might pass away, go to the can, be in a coma whatever! But if that happens I need someone to take my place.”

He paused for a moment.

“And that person is you, Joey!”

Franco said to his nephew with a smile.

“But the thing is, once this thing might happen, people would want to be boss, Jackie for instance, Johnny anyone.”

“Luigi?”

“Nah, he’s better second place, anyway. If they want proof of this.”

Franco passed his nephew a bullet.

“Show them this, it’s the…crown of this family, Mickey D’Anglino’s father gave this to him after World War II, he always went on about how whoever had this would become Boss, and when he gave it to me. I took it and when he died, I showed it to all the old boys who thought I was making **** up, and it shut them up.”

Franco gave Joey the bullet.

“And, hopefully it’ll give you luck!”

“Thank you, Frankie!”

Joey hugged his Uncle tightly.

“But don’t tell anyone, you hear me!?”

“Of course Frankie!”

 

[NiteMare Shape]

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Twelve miles off the coast of Maine; James Edwards, the captain of the fishing vessel Andrea Lee is doing everything he can to keep his vessel afloat. Twenty five minutes ago large wave swept across the bow of the Andrea Lee, taking three good men from the "safety" of the fishing boat into the frigid seas, and not only disabling the ship, but filling the lower decks with a dangerous amount of water.

The captain stood at the steering console, radioing for help. He doesn't even know if it's doing an good, the only replies he get come in so scrambled that he doesn't know if his pleas are being heard at all.

He stands there looking out the window, watching the cold waters of the Atlantic come closer to where he was standing. He takes off his baseball cap and sets it down near the console. He stands there, still staring out into the cold waters, takes a moment to wipe a mixture of sea water and sweat from his brow, and the absurdity of the situation finally strikes him...and he begins to laugh.

Not a chuckle, but a full on belly laugh. He laughs for what seems like forever, and then he suddenly stops. When he gains composure, he hates himself just alittle bit more.

Unbelievable. He thinks to himself. After everything we've been through on this trip...Coming up empty over in the Georges. Not fairing much better out in the Sable Islands. Finally hitting the jackpot in the St. Pierre Bank after damn near losing a man in the Banquereau....

"Oh God." He says as he thinks to the three men that he lost at he hands of this wave. Two of which he had worked these waters for nearly thirty five years. They had been through it all, good years and bad. They helped in the search parties for many ships that had gone down over the years. They've seen too many men lost over the years. But never their own. James Edwards has never lost a man. He has never had to give the young wife of one of his hands the bad news that her husband was lost at sea.

Until now. Two of his best friends. "My God, Jimmy. I'm so sorry." And his youngest son, just a week shy of his twentieth birthday. His thoughts shift to what he is going to tell their wives...and what he is going to tell his when he gets home. Then there is an uneasy relief when he realizes that it isn't going to be a problem. He isn't going to tell his wife, or the wives of Buddy and Charlie anything at all, because he isn't going to make it home. But then he thinks of the other eight men on his ship, and he finds a renewed desire to live. He runs down to the decks to join with the other men who are working the pump, trying to get the water out of the boat. The men who can't work the pump are running up and down the stairs with buckets, trying to get as much water out as possible. And that's when he realizes that its all for nothing, no matter how hard they fight, for every gallon of water that is pumped out, three more come into the boat. The Andrea Lee is too heavy and is getting lower and lower in the sea. As he assesses the situation he realizes just how grave it is. It won't be long before the his boat and the rest of its crew are claimed by the sea.

Just as he gives up hope and accepts his fate he sees a blue and silver blur go past the ship. He thinks that he's surely lost his mind, but he can feel the boat stop sinking. Just great, perfect time to start imagining things Jim. He thinks to himself. But as he looks around at his crew he begins to realize that he isn't imagining things. They all feel it too, the Andrea Lee is actually rising up out of the water. He runs over to the edge of the boat and looks over, only to see a man in a blue and silver costume with a cape of the same colors actually lifting the Andrea Lee out of the water. The man looked familiar, he was one of those costumed heroes that had been showing up all over Lost Haven as of late, though, he was embarrassed to say he couldn't remember this one's name.

"Toss me the heaviest cables you have." The man in the costume said to him.

It took him a moment for the words to register, but as soon as they did he furiously went to work, getting the cables from the traps, as well as some of the fishing nets together. Once his crew joined him, they had a make shift tow cable ready in just a matter of minutes. Soon the costumed man had the tow cable round his shoulders and was towing the Andrea Lee into shore behind him as he flew.

Well Jim, looks like you have to face the music afterall. He thought to himself. The moment was bittersweet, he and his crew were alive, but he didn't know what he was going to say to the wives of his two best friends, or to the mother of his youngest son, all of whom were not as lucky.

 

[trustyside-kick]

Today is Your Day

Grace called in sick that day and hung around in my apartment the remainder of the morning. Cannot really blame her because not only did she almost get mugged, she had a pointed at herself. Gotta say it isn't the most comforting of scenarios when all you do is leave a social gathering with some friends.

But, we try to make amends for the shaky morning, and she helps me with my inspiration for my current piece of art. It's been getting chilly lately, so before we got to my place, we stopped by to pick up the oh so essential ingredients for the good ol' cup of hot coco.

"Okay, so in your picture there is this big, gorgeous mountain scenery in the background, right? You decide if it is set in the day? Maybe a astonishing and striking sunset? Or will you go with a calm and wonderous night?"

I smile at Grace and sneak in a kiss on her cheek and get up from the couch as I stand in front of the blank board soon to be my painting.

"No. This one...I have no control over. In a way, I'm not the painter."

She looks at me in an odd way as I turn back to her and takes a sip of her hot coco. I give her the kind of 'hold on just a second' kind of hand gesture and walk into my bedroom briefly. I come up grasping a few pictures I sketches of the 'pre-drawing' of my painting and bring them over to a couch.

"It's...it's breathtaking, babe. Why did you say you aren't--"

"Because it came to me in a dream; I don't quite understand it yet. That is just the background shot though. I made sure to sketch the other part on a separate piece of paper. Even I cannot quite make it out."

She turns to the next paper, and it's like she has to 'sit down' for this one even though she already is. She lays it down on the table, and looks at me concerned and confused.

"Is that a man falling? Is he falling from the top of the mountain?"

I stare into the sketch for a while, because I truly do not know what to think at first. I tell myself I don't quite think he is falling from a mountain, but I do not exactly expose my revelation to Grace; not exactly.

"...When I look at it, and I mean really look at it...I think it's an Angel. But his face, that I do not know exactly."

"Maybe he was unexpectedly slipped and fell down the mountain? That's why he would be facing downward."

"...Or maybe he was pushed."

"But his wings would prevent him from falling surely, wouldn't it? You know, big feathery Angel wings that spread wider than the largest of birds?"

I lean forward, and pick up the sketches from the coffee table. I stare closely, because I only sketched these two sets of pictures from memory. In my picture, this 'Angel' that I see? He doesn't have his wings anymore.

 

[Eddie Brock]

Season I, Part 48

"So do all humans dress like you?" this girl asks curiously. "If so, I may need to alter my hologram..."

I've taken her to a darker rooftop. Less people will see us talking here.

"No, I'm the only one who dresses like this," I respond. "It's sort of a costume." I remove my mask. I figure, she's an alien. How could it hurt? "See?"

She nods, then furrows her brow. "I do not understand, though. Do you wish to hide your identity?"

"Yes, actually," I answer honestly. "You see, my abilities are unique. I'm the only one who has them. So I use them to stop bad people. If these bad people knew who I was, they could hurt me or my friends."

"I see," she replies. There's an awkward silence which is broken by her next statement. "My abilities are unique on my planet, too."

I smile at her. "Really? That's cool." I then realize that I've been talking to her all this time, and I haven't introduced myself. "I'm...Sean Abbott. But when I'm in my costume, I am Mantis."

"An alias? How quirky!" she states. As I'm trying to get over the fact that she just said "quirky," she continues to speak. "My name is inaudible to human ears. And your vocal cords could not recreate the sounds necessary to pronounce it."

"Oh."

"Oooooh! Give me a human name!" she demands excitedly.

I look at her for a second. I've never named anyone before. "How about...Christina Jones?"

She pauses and then mouths out the name several times. "I like it! Christina...it's a very human name, isn't it?"

"Umm...sure? I'll call you Chrissy for short."

"Chrissy Jones!" she repeats. "Oh, that's just wonderful!"

She so energetic and happy. It's addictive. You can't help but feel optimistic around her.

"Where are you going to stay for the night?" I ask, worried about having a lonely alien wandering these dangerous streets.

She shrugs.

"What about your ship?"

She looks back at the harbor. "Don't worry about that. The hydrogen in your water will make it decompose. There will be no evidence left in the morning."

I nod understandingly. Well, that's one less worry.

"Ooooh! Could I stay with you?" she asks, her smile beaming.

"I don't think that's a great idea," I admit.

She frowns playfully. "Why not?"

"Well, for one, my parents would never approve of me bringing a girl home to stay overnight," I explain. "And even if they did, they'd get all suspicious. They'd think we were fooling around or something."

"Fooling around?" she repeats the phrase. "That sounds fun! Let's do that!"

I laugh at her ignorance. She has no clue what she just suggested, and it's so funny.

"No, we can't do that. One, I have a girlfriend, and two, that's for two people who are in love."

She blushes. "Oh...I know what you're talking about now. Sexual reproduction?"

"Umm...here on Earth, it's just sex," I explain. "And a lot of times there's no reproduction involved."

This is a really strange conversation. So I decide to steer it away.

"Tell me about your home planet."

"I'd rather not. No offense," she responds. It's the most serious that I've ever heard her speak.

"No problem. What about your powers?"

She yawns. "I'm awfully tired. Can we talk more in the morning?"

"Sure. Follow me, and I'll take you back to my place."

And during the whole trip, I'm trying to think of what to tell my parents in the morning.
​

 

[Eddie Brock]

Season I, Part 49

When I wake up in the morning, I don't fully remember the situation. So I walk downstairs like it's any normal weekend.

"Sean, can I have an explanation?" Mom asks as soon as she sees me.

An explanation for what? I look around, and that's when I see Chrissy. She's sitting at the kitchen table with a big grin on her face.

Oh.

"You met Chrissy then?"

Mom nods. "Oh, I didn't just meet her. Your new friend cooked breakfast for us - although I'm not sure she knew what she was doing."

"Yeah...she's sort of...a foreign exchange student," I explain, making it up as I go along. I sincerely hope that Chrissy hasn't come up with her own story. If we tell different stories, I'm toast.

Mom raises an eyebrow. "I don't remember signing up for a foreign exchange student program."

Gotta be believable, Sean.

"Trust me. I was just as surprised as you are now!" I respond. It's not entirely untrue. "I think we were just picked randomly."

"Well, that was very presumptuous of the school!" Mom states. She bought it! "What if we said no?"

"We didn't though...right?" I ask. My heart is racing. I'm praying that she lets Chrissy stay.

Mom puts her hands on her hips. "For now? No. But I'm not too happy."

"Don't worry, Mrs. Abbott!" Chrissy calls from the kitchen. "Sean and I are not fooling around!"

I don't think I've ever turned so red in my entire life. Of all the things she could have said, she chose to say that. Oy vey.

Mom looks at me strangely, but I'm clearly just as confused as she is. "That's good to know..."

Mom turns to go into the kitchen, and I take a deep breath. Okay, that's one bridge crossed.

"Tell me, Chrissy...where are you from?" Mom asks interestedly.

My eyes widen. I really hope that Chrissy is a good liar.

"Me? It's some small place in Europe. You've probably never heard of it," Chrissy responds calmly. Good God! If I didn't know any better, I'd even be fooled by that! She's extremely convincing.

"How long are you staying around here?" Mom continues.

Chrissy shrugs while eating a spoonful of cereal. "Until I can get my feet under me, I guess."

Where is this coming from?! One minute, she brings up sex out of the blue...the next, she's the world's best bulls***er!

Mom smiles. Good, she's completely bought into our little scam. "Well, I had to be called into work at the last minute," she explains. "So I'm going to be gone for most of the afternoon. Sean, try not to destroy the house."

I nod. "I'll do my best, Mom."

As she has her back turned, I mouth out 'Oh my God!' to Chrissy. She merely smiles and shrugs. Once I hear Mom's car pull away, I dash over to the kitchen counter.

"Where did that come from?"

"I knew I was going to need an explanation for my presence, so I studied up on Earth geography," she explains. "And I watched a lot of TV to learn how humans interact socially. I think I'm quite good at it, actually."

"Good?" I repeat incredulously. "You were superb! I've seen professional actresses that have done worse jobs!"

Chrissy eats another spoonful of cereal before simply stating, "It was nothing."
​

 

[AlphaNote]

Mrs. Carter: Tyler...Jonathan it's Tyler.

Carter house Staten Island New York

Hello Mr and Mrs. Carter.

Walking in Tyler could hear the sadness in her voice. Their once joyous faces turned upside down to the point where Tyler could barely recognize them.

Mr. Carter: Four months

His voice resonated with anger and disappointment.

Mr. Carter: Four months you didn't call, didnt visit and now you show up out of the blue? Your not welcome here Tyler, not anymore.

Mrs. Carter: Jon please.

Mr. Carter: I loved you, I loved you like you were my own flesh and blood like my son. I would have gladly given my life for you just to see what you would have become and this is how you repay me.

Tears stream down Mrs. Carter's face and Tyler steps forward and gently places his hands on each of their arms.

It was never my intention to harm you I just...I just didn't think I could look either of you in the face. You see her death was my fault... but with her death you will be granted eternal life.

Screams, sobs and pleads can be heard only momentarily.

You may not yet understand why I do what I do, do what I must. The world is changing beyond the eyes of many and I will be there at the world's dawn to bring it form.

The door closes as the Carter's lie lifeless on the floor.

 

[Eddie Brock]

Season I
PART 50

On Sunday, Chrissy and Mom go shopping together. Chrissy claimed that she wanted more American clothes. I just pray that everything goes off without a hitch between those two.

Meanwhile, I take the time to do my thing. The city seems so peaceful in the early afternoon. Mind you, I said peaceful, not quiet. I mean, a city is never quiet...no matter where you are. Nonetheless, I'm sitting on top of a water tower, enjoying the view.

"LOOK OUT!"

Duty calls. I leap down from my post, looking for the source of the scream. It takes all of about 5 seconds before I see the runaway bus.

I leap onto the hood and yell at the driver, "It's called the brake, Einstein! It's the pedal on your left!"

He looks at me in utter horror. "I tried that! It won't stop!"

Oh Christ...

Ok, Sean...how do you stop a speeding bus?

"The harbor!" the bus driver shouts as he looks over my shoulder. I glance back and see that we are, indeed, headed for the harbor. Well, this just got interesting...

I walk along the roof of the bus until I'm at the back. Without letting go of the bus, I leap down and try to plant my feet. I feel like my legs are going to get torn off, but it appears to be working. The bus is slowing down...albeit gradually.

I peer over the side of the bus and look at the approaching harbor. I'm not slowing down fast enough. Time for some improvisation.

I guide the bus - as best I can - to the side of the road. There, I grab onto a lamppost. I know it probably wasn't the best idea to let go with one hand, but I had to think of something. I hold onto the lamp with everything I'm worth, and I can feel the metal bending. Once again, while not the best plan, it is working. I only pray that the lamppost will hold out for a second longer...

Just then, something blurs past the bus, and I hear the tires deflate. I see that whatever it was has slashed them. The bus, now almost a complete halt, scrapes against the ground with the metal rims. I feel that it's moving slow enough for me to release it.

I do, and the bus brings itself a complete stop. Whoever that was, he or she just helped finish this job.

"Gremlins," a scratchy voice from behind me says. I turn to see some guy - with horns - in a black jumpsuit with purple wings.

Doing my best not to act surprised at his appearance, I ask, "Gremlins? Is that code for 'I'm a crazy person'?"

This guy touches down, and his wings relax into what appears to be a cape.

"Your bus, it was affected by gremlins," he continues. "I tracked them here to your city."

"You don't say," I respond mockingly. This guy is so far off his rocker that...I can't even come up with a punchline for it. That's how far off his rocker he is.

"Don't believe me?"

I shake my head. "Not in the least bit."

"Gremlins are small green creatures that live to mess with machinery," he explains. This really isn't helping my opinion on his sanity. "Throughout the ages, as humans have become more dependent on technology, the gremlins' effects became more dangerous. I presume that you know of the Titantic?"

"The Titantic sunk because it hit an iceberg," I correct him before he can even spew out his insane conspiracy theory.

"That's the only explanation they could come up with, sure. But in reality, the gremlins messed with the machinery on the ship. Add that to a gaping hole in the hull, and you've got a sinking ship."

"Riiiiiiiiiight," I respond sarcastically. I wish he could see me rolling my eyes.

"Explain this, skeptic," he states dryly as he tosses a little green thing at me. Upon closer examination, I see that it's a little monster.

"Oh my God..."

He nods. "Exactly. There were two more of those running around your city, but I caught them, too."

"Who are you?"

"I'm the Phantom."
​

 

[Feature]

AGNUS DEI
Season I - Part 2


The amnesiac sits down in one of the pews beside the priest...

"Alright, my son... please tell me your tale from the beginning. And if you wouldn't mind, please remove your... headgear."

"I would, but... I can't."

"You can't?"

"No. It's... it's stuck. These screws..."

Father Wycasik looks down at the seven screws that race along the bottom of the helmet.

"My God... who did this to you?"

"I have no idea! I mean... that's my problem! I can't remember anything!"

"Nothing?"

"Father, I don't even know my own name! I woke up in that alley maybe ten minutes ago. As far as I know, I didn't exist before then."

Father Wycasik rubs his chin thoughtfully. Just then, the doors of the church busts open. A gang of teenagers enter the church, talking and laughing loudly.

"Yo! Wycasik! Where you at?" One of them shouts.

The priest gets up and stands in the aisle, facing them. They march towards him.

"There you are! You got that money yet?"

The priest speaks in a low voice.

"I will tell you the same thing I told you last week. You will not be getting any of the collection money."

"Oh we won't? Am I gonna have to teach you a lesson again Father?"

For the first time, the amnesiac notices that one of Father Wycasik's hands is heavily bandaged.

"I did not call the police last week because I wanted to give you the chance to change your ways. If you persist with this aggresive attitude, you will leave me with no choice."

"Oh my God! What the hell is this?"

One of the teenagers notices the amnesiac. They all look his way and begin laughing hysterically.

"Who the heck is that Wycasik? Your boyfriend?"

The teenagers laugh loudly for a few moments before returning to the business of the collection money.

"Alright old man... I'm done playin' with you. Give us that damn money right now or I'll put a bullet in you."

The leader of the gang draws a gun.

"Whoa! Don't... don't do that!"

"Shut up freak!"

"Put your weapon down! You're making a terrible mistake, young man!"

"Just give me the damn money!"

The amnesiac stands up.

"Sit down freak! Sit down or I'll kill you!"

Despite the fact that he is trembling with fear, the amnesiac does not sit down.

"Fine. Have it your way."

The teenager fires into the amnesiac's abdomen. The amnesiac lets out a sharp cry as the bullet hits him and presses his hands over the wound.

"NO!" Father Wycasik shouts.

"Alright... now get our money! Get it or I'll..."

The teenager voice trails off as he looks back at the amnesiac who is still standing. He moves his hands and glances down at the wound. He freezes for a moment, then drops his hands to his sides. Everyone in the church is awestruck...

There is no wound.

 

[ElectroFlare]

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.

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

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

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

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

And I could see more behind it.

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

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

 

[Blacklight]

Chapter 16: En(Black)lightenment


I had barely little power left to talk to this man in the center of the light. As he approached me, his facade became visible. He was an old scientist.

"Who are you? How do you know me? Where are we?"

"My name is Professor Grange. I found you and your friends in Lost Haven all in critical condition, so I brought all of you here. To my lab and medical facility in Enferno."

This man seemed okay, so I was gonna go with what he was saying. But I wasn't going to trust him. I'm getting wicked bad vibes.

"You wouldn't happen to know what those creatures that maulled us are, would you?"

The man smirked. He tossed me a black wife-beater to cover myself with.

"Follow me."

I put the shirt on and followed him out the door.

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

He led me into a strange lab with books and a computer screen. He clicked a few buttons and pictures of those things popped up.

"They're called 'Shadow-genos'. They're ancient beings that spawned from the dark center of the earth. And they're the reason that you have your powers."

What!?! Was this guy for real?

"What do you mean?"

"Do you not remember the scale in the center of the light ray? Their supposed 'filter'? It was a scale taken from these monsters. It has a negative effect on the light spectrum. If these creatures aren't contained, the entire world will plunge into darkness."

Wow. I'm still trying to process this.

"So you need me to take them out?"

"No. They're contained. For now. As for your friends, they're all at their homes. Healthy."

Thank god. I don't know what i'd do if they had died. They shouldn't be with me when I'm out saving the world. They're either too young, or their powers are to young. But thank god they're alright.

"Good. How come those creatures don't have my powers?"

"Because, not only were you born with flight and strength, but also with a one-in-a-million blood type. I call it type 'L' blood. It's special because that beam reacted with it to give you your photokinetic abilities. Whereas if it hit anyone else, they'd be dead."

"Okay. I get it. Any chance I can go home now?"

"Sure. Take these."

He handed me a new costume that was thinner and less armor-y. Plus my weapons, and a pair of sunglasses.

"The new costume is made from a kevlar-woven fabric and the armor is thinner, lighter, and made of osmium. The densest metal on earth. The suit still carries your signature insignia and hood."

"What's with the sunglasses?"

"Like your goggles, the suglasses filter the energy from your eyes to improve your eyesight, the only difference being that they're indestructible. And your diamond weapons are now scientifically enhanced and are now even more indestructible. Not even an asteroid can break them."

"Can I go now."

He smiled and pressed a button that opened up a skylight for me to fly out. As begin to take off, he stops me in mid-air.

"Oh yeah, and Jonathan..."

I turn to him in frustration.

"...Try not to get wounded too badly. You're alot more like those Shadow-Genos than you think."

I ascend a few more inches before turning my head towards him.

"By the way. Don't ever call me 'Jonathan' again. It's Jon. Wait, I take that back..." I put the sunglasses on my face. "...It's Blacklight."

With that I flew out through the skylight pondering Grange's final words. What does he mean?

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

"Just like his parents. Oh, Jonathan. If you only knew."

Grange's assistant walked through the door with a clipboard in hand.

"Did you get the DNA samples?"

"Yes sir. Only the ones you requested. We have Jones', Mason's, Frizzell's, Snukis', Carr's, Farnsworth's and both Smalls' DNA."

"Excellent. Let's get to work."

 

[Asteroid-Man]

Ooc: I'm changing Kristo's speech colour to green.

The trip came to a slow halt at a modernized castle in the center of downtown. It was the tallest building in Sub City after Gem Corp.

"This is Shade Inc."

"What's with the retro look?"

"It used to be a fort back in the colonial ages. It had been broken down during a riot four years ago. That's when Shade bought it and turned it into his new operating center."

The old towers had huge open spaces at the top for the energy pollution to escape into the night sky.

"You want to know the disgusting part about this place? He's reversed day and night."

"What do you mean?"

"See how it's cloudy? It's always cloudy here. It's actually day right now. The smoke from this plant is polluting the sky. Night time here is worse. He does all the energy testing then that makes massive light pollution creating an artificial gold-sun effect in the cloudy sky."

"And the government let him get away with it?"

"He supplies them with free energy and they give him whatever he wants. The people at the top of this city are getting rich with none of the money being spent on energy. They still get light and darkness and they get money. They don't care."

"And what did the people of the city think when all of a sudden everything switched?"

"They didn't know."

"Say again?"

"It was during that riot 3 years ago."

"But I thought he didn't get this building until after the riot?"

"He started this back at the old building. He still uses the old building though. All his workers- the ex-fugitives, live in there."

Asteroid-Man didn't believe what he was hearing, he flew up through the clouds, coughing more then he ever has and all of a sudden he was being blinded.

"Argh!"

Being weekend by the clouds of pollution and then being blinded by the sun, he started falling. His free-fall was short lived as Kristo and his hover-cycle swooped down under A-Man.

"I told you, didn't I?"

"Remind me to trust you next time."

He shook his head and lifted off of the cycle, floating just beside Kristo and in front of Shade Inc.

"So you want to provide the city with clean and renewable energy?"

"The same energy this hover-cycle's running on."

Asteroid looked down at the green glow being emitted from beneath the cycle. He then continued to examine the fort. The towers were completely covered in reflecting windows all the way to the top.

"Let's go."

Kristo put his cycle to a hovering halt by one of the windows on the 121st floor. He pulled out his baton and tapped a button twice. A small blade snapped out. He jabbed it into the window and cut a hole big enough for the two of them to go in. They got in and went over to the stairs.

"Why didn't we just come in a little lower?"

"The security system for this floor's windows was knocked out last night."

They ran down the stairs and crossed a bridge into the next tower. In the second tower, they ran up to the highest room.

"Ok, this room is where Jennifer works."

Asteroid-Man picks up a picture of an amazingly attractive redhead.

"Jennifer, huh?"

Kristo puts the picture back on the desk.

"She's married."

"To you or to Chris?"

Kristo took in a deep breath. Joe remembered the computer telling him that Chris Shade married Kristo's wife after he was sent to jail.

"Does she still love you?"

"I don't know... I doubt it."

Awkward silence...

"So why are we in here exactly?"

"Jen's the secretary, all info delivered by Shade goes into this computer."

Kristo sits behind the computer and presses the restart button.

"Why won't this turn on?"

Asteroid-Man pushes the big button that says "Power"

"Great... I can create crystals from thin air, I can manipulate energy and even sword fight but I can't run a simple office computer."

"Allow me."

Asteroid-Man sits behind the screen and he gets into the system. Kristo just stand by waiting...

*Password Required*

"Any ideas?"

"Try Monty Kristo."

"Nope, nothing..."

"Hunter Kristo?"

"Still nothing. What about..."

He types something in and it works.

"What did you-?"

"Christopher Shade."

Kristo turns around biting his fist then picks up a sofa and throws it into the TV. The alarm goes off.

"You really need to control your temper."

A-Man opens the drawer and takes out a flash card.

"I hope this is empty..."

As he begins downloading the hiring information, Kristo takes hand fulls of the rest of the flash cards.

"Great so instead of re-enforcing the door, you decide to steal?"

"They might have some information in them!"

*Download Complete*

"Let's go."

Just then the door swings open. A hooded figure comes in, the eyes sparkle then when the hoods come off, it's Asteroid-Man!

"What the hell? That's me..."

He seems to be waiting.

"What are you doing here?"

"Oh he sounds like me too."

Kristo whispers to A-Man under his breath.

"Don't show him your abilities. I think he can mimic them..."

Sirens are heard outside.

"On three."

"**** this."

A-Man blasts out of the window. Instantly, the Mimic flies out after him.

"****!"

Kristo presses on his baton and his hover-cycle comes around the outside of the tower, waiting for him. Kristo jumps on it and flies out after Mimic. He begins shooting blasts at him. Mimic has now created an Asteroid-field around him, giving him some defense.

"Can't you manipulate these asteroids to pieces?"

"Nope, cause he can counter it the same way!"

"Dammit!"

Kristo flies up next to Asteroid-Man and pulls out a diamond suction cup and shoves it onto his back.

"What the f-"

"Just keep flying!"

He pulls it out and takes a fist sized diamond out of the back of his cycle. He attaches the suction cup to the diamond and watches as it glows red. He then takes out his diamond blade and cuts the red-crystal into smaller pieces. He presses a button on the hover-cycle and a shoot pops out. Kristo drops the red crystals into the cycle and he shoots at Mimic. Nothing happens. Of course! He has to see the effect before he can mimic it! Kristo flies up underneath Asteroid-Man and shoots him in the butt.

"OWE!"

His asteroid-soles turn out and he falls on the hover cycle. Kristo flies up further and turns 180 degrees, now flying full on into Mimic. Mimic creates an asteroid that comes flying at the cycle. Kristo presses the fire button. The red-crystal pierces through the asteroid and shoots straight into Mimic's leg. He mimics A-Man's original reaction upon being shot.

"OWE!"

He begins falling. Some change drops out of his pocket, smacking a bell tower bellow. The noise causes pigeons to fly out. Mimic then turns into a pigeon and joins the flock as they retreat back to the bell tower.

"I'm going after him!"

"No, you're powers are temporarily gone. And besides, there are millions of pigeons in there now, we wouldn't be able to pick him out."

They flew back to Gem Corp where A-Man could get some rest.

 

[Spike_x1]

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!"

Not about to let himself be shot through the head another time, Adam's mind and reflexes were racing neck and neck with the bullet.

SHUUUNK!

A number of the gang members stopped their onslaught and looked at the blood dripping from the Survivor's clenched fist that was in front of his face. Opening his hand, Adam looked at the bullet resting in a pool of blood in his palm and gave a noise of impression. "Hm. I never caught a bullet before. Neat," he said. Survivor looked up at one of the staring Hustle Gangsters; "Wanna see?" With that, the Survivor threw the bullet into the gang member's thigh and watched as he fell to the ground in pain. Suddenly Adam had flipped through the air and was back at the Blue Blur's side, with both the palm of his hand and the glove of his costume already mended. "I think you might be right about that whole winning thing."

 

[Feature]

AGNUS DEI
Season I - Part 3


The gang of teenagers run screaming out the church as the amnesiac stares in awe at his own abdomen.

"My God..."

The amnesiac kneads his flesh with his fingers. He feels only slight pain, similar to bruising.

"How did you do that?"

"I... I don't know..."

"It didn't hurt?"

"Yeah, but... not like it should have."

The priest signs himself with the cross as he bend forward to examine the area where the wound ought to be.

"Extraordinary..."

"I've got to get out of here!" The amnesiac shouts as he heads for the door.

"What? Why?"

"Because someone out there did this to me! Someone knows who I really am! And I can't spend anymore time in here moping about it! I've got to take action! Whoever did this to me is gonna pay! Look at me! It's like I was involved in some kind of... horrible disaster!"

"What if it wasn't a disaster?" The priest asks in a quiet voice.

"What if it was a miracle?"

He doesn't know why, but for some reason, hearing those words make the amnesiac exit the church even faster.

 

[trustyside-kick]

Allow Raphael to Assist You

Wednesday comes a bit too early. And what I mean by that, is that I wake up real early in the morning; earlier than I would have liked. What's the cause of this you might ask? It's going to sound crazy, but as I try to keep my eyes from closing and going back into a calm sleep, Bath Kol pays me a visit. I haven't 'seen' him since the morning of my Confirmation. Before I thought it was a dream, but that changed after Father Damian helped show me it was much more than that.

But why visit me now? I woke up yesterday, and nothing was different; it was as if nothing was like I was told it would be. Father Damian's wisdom on what he refers to as 'The Archangel' as well as what Bath Kol told me on the morning of my Confirmation was almost for nothing yesterday. So if Tuesday was, for the most part, normal then why the heck is the so called Angel of Prophecy at my bedroom apartment window?

"My visit troubles, you Michael? Do you not recognize me?"

"Sure, I recognize you. But it's kinda, what's the word...early? And I haven't had a coffee to exactly force myself to wake up."

"Earthly excuses mean little to me. If you remember me, then you should remember our previous visit."

Geez, are all angels so...snobby? You'd imagine some of the most loyal of God's heavenly servants to be more...humble...nice, something other than snobby.

"You talked about some sort of great plan God has for me."

"...I suppose you could call it a plan."

"Well, if he is supposed to have some great plan for me and I'm supposed to be 'The Archangel' or something, then why the heck did he allow what happened yesterday? My life, but more importantly my girlfriend's life, was threatened yesterday. I find it a bit hard to believe everything you told me on our last visit."

"Did you not speak with the Priest?"

"How the heck do you know about--"

"He is the beacon to lead you down the right way. God has a special plan for Father Damian as well, although now I have my worries."

"Hey, don't go judging that man. He is a great man and a great Priest. If it weren't for him my faith wouldn't be so strong. Although, as of yesterday that faith is kind of second guessing a few things."

Bath Kol walks around my bedroom as I remain sitting up in my bed, and walks over to my art drawing table. He picks up two sheets of paper--the sketches I made--and holds them up, showing them to me.

"That didn't stop you from seeing The Vision, Michael. How did you put it? I believe it was 'I don't quite understand it yet'."

"The nerve you must have to spy on me and go and--"

"As the Angel of Prophecy, one of my duties is to ensure you fulfill yours. I guess I've put too much hope into that Priest however it seems."

"Again, you go and attack Father Damian. Listen, just...GAH! Go away, alright? If all you are going to do is insult me and the people I care about, then just leave!"

"As I said, Michael. I must ensure you fulfill your duties. At precisely sunrise, a life is going to be endangered. Yesterday was most impressive without any aid, but today in 1 minute you fill find yourself more up to the task...call it a test if you will..."

"Wait! What are you--"

The Angel flies out of the window, and I almost cannot believe it; I can't see him. His speed and agility. It's...amazing. Before I can even muster up an outrage he is gone with the wind. What was he talking about? 'More up to the task'? What could he--

The sun starts to rise. It's so beautiful. The way it just starts to light up the sky. It's so radiant and bright, it's as if I can feel its very heat warming up my body...from behind?

"Wha--Wha--What? AHHH!!"

I spin around, trying to hold onto my back, when the most excruciating pain I've ever felt overcomes me.

"AAH!!! AHHHHH!!!"

My back feels like it is on fire, and I panic as I stumble onto the floor. I try to drag my body over to my full size mirror, but the pain hurts so much as I crawl. I use the support of the frame of the mirror to help myself up, and turn around; all the while I'm screaming from the worst pain I've ever felt. If it wasn't odd enough, my eyes are a strange green at the moment. I turn around, fearing for what I will see. There's something being burned into my skin; life if I'm being branded. What's going on? It's like an intense tattoo, only it's burning onto my back.

I'm starting to lose my breath from the shock of it all. It's becoming so hard to breathe, so I stumble as I try to run over to my open window to taste the fresh air of the morning breeze. This light. This...illuminating light starts to shine upon me; but it's not coming from the sun. This white light it...it shines down from Heaven it seems. My eyes become blinded, and I feel as if I'm about to faint...

 

[Byrd Man]

Not about to let himself be shot through the head another time, Adam's mind and reflexes were racing neck and neck with the bullet.

SHUUUNK!

A number of the gang members stopped their onslaught and looked at the blood dripping from the Survivor's clenched fist that was in front of his face. Opening his hand, Adam looked at the bullet resting in a pool of blood in his palm and gave a noise of impression. "Hm. I never caught a bullet before. Neat," he said. Survivor looked up at one of the staring Hustle Gangsters; "Wanna see?" With that, the Survivor threw the bullet into the gang member's thigh and watched as he fell to the ground in pain. Suddenly Adam had flipped through the air and was back at the Blue Blur's side, with both the palm of his hand and the glove of his costume already mended. "I think you might be right about that whole winning thing."

"You caught a bullet?....You're a badass, did I mention that?"

Survivor and I stand as the Hustle Gang, what's left of them anyway, charges.

"Okay, there's about a dozen of these morons left....you go right and I go left? Okay on the count of ten....12345678910!"

And like that, Survivor and I rush head on to meet these jackasses head on.

 

[Blacklight]

Chapter 17: Ezekial pt.1


Today was supposed to be a good day, but it's been the complete opposite. First day of my Junior year at Enrico Fermi High School and it sucked. First off, the counselors messed up all my classes and put me in 'Agricultural Studies' instead of Drawing. Next, the evil, meta-human hating, AmmoCorp. Agent, (I'll get into that some other time.) principal of mine, Ms. Barnes, tried to suspend me for supposedly throwing food at her in the cafeteria, when I accidentally fell and my spaghetti fell on her blouse. Third, my girlfriend Ashley broke up with me....

Hours earlier...

"Listen, Jon. We need to talk."

"About what? Everything's fine. Right?"

Ashley had her head down. Trying to avoid looking at me straight.

"No. You're never there. You've stood me up at least eight times. I can't do this."

I sighed and tried to hold back the tears that were trying to drip out my eyelids.

"...I...I understand."

Then she just walked away. Just like that. I then punched a locker so hard the ends were sticking out from it caving, and walked back to class.

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As bad as today was, at least it was quiet as I stood atop of the Maglee Building. One of the tallest buildings in the city, in my new duds no less.

But silence only lasts so long. So I just patiently stand, arms folded to continue scanning the city for any disturbances.

BOOM!

Found one. Right in the heart of the industrial section. Some guy in weird clothes was shooting blue flames at the factories. At top speed I jumped and took flight. A sonicboom blasted behind me from the burst of velocity.
In minutes I confronted the rogue.

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.”

"And your coming here was yours!" I finished as a stream of black energy erupted from my palms and headed straight for the strange man.

 

[Cyrusbales]

Chapter 17: Ezekial pt.1


Today was supposed to be a good day, but it's been the complete opposite. First day of my Junior year at Enrico Fermi High School and it sucked. First off, the counselors messed up all my classes and put me in 'Agricultural Studies' instead of Drawing. Next, the evil, meta-human hating, AmmoCorp. Agent, (I'll get into that some other time.) principal of mine, Ms. Barnes, tried to suspend me for supposedly throwing food at her in the cafeteria, when I accidentally fell and my spaghetti fell on her blouse. Third, my girlfriend Ashley broke up with me....

Hours earlier...

"Listen, Jon. We need to talk."

"About what? Everything's fine. Right?"

Ashley had her head down. Trying to avoid looking at me straight.

"No. You're never there. You've stood me up at least eight times. I can't do this."

I sighed and tried to hold back the tears that were trying to drip out my eyelids.

"...I...I understand."

Then she just walked away. Just like that. I then punched a locker so hard the ends were sticking out from it caving, and walked back to class.

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As bad as today was, at least it was quiet as I stood atop of the Maglee Building. One of the tallest buildings in the city, in my new duds no less.

But silence only lasts so long. So I just patiently stand, arms folded to continue scanning the city for any disturbances.

BOOM!

Found one. Right in the heart of the industrial section. Some guy in weird clothes was shooting blue flames at the factories. At top speed I jumped and took flight. A sonicboom blasted behind me from the burst of velocity.
In minutes I confronted the rogue.




"And your coming here was yours!" I finished as a stream of black energy erupted from my palms and headed straight for the strange man.

EZEKIEL

Corrosive black energies surged towards Ezekiel, making him disappear behind a screen a darkness for a few moments, before stepping out unharmed.

"I have torn the life from many more impressive than yourself."

With that, in a fraction of a second, he had moved forwards to stand directly in Blacklight's face, the speed and surprise factor tok the young one aback, a foot, however a fist to the stomach was a much greater cause for distress as Blacklight found himself imprinted against the now cracked wall that was a good ten feet behind him only moments ago.

"At the right heat, even bones turn to ash in seconds."

 

[Spike_x1]

"You caught a bullet?....You're a badass, did I mention that?"

Survivor and I stand as the Hustle Gang, what's left of them anyway, charges.

"Okay, there's about a dozen of these morons left....you go right and I go left? Okay on the count of ten....12345678910!"

And like that, Survivor and I rush head on to meet these jackasses head on.

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

 

[Blacklight]

Chapter 18: Ezekial pt.2

EZEKIEL

Corrosive black energies surged towards Ezekiel, making him disappear behind a screen a darkness for a few moments, before stepping out unharmed.

"I have torn the life from many more impressive than yourself."

With that, in a fraction of a second, he had moved forwards to stand directly in Blacklight's face, the speed and surprise factor tok the young one aback, a foot, however a fist to the stomach was a much greater cause for distress as Blacklight found himself imprinted against the now cracked wall that was a good ten feet behind him only moments ago.

"At the right heat, even bones turn to ash in seconds."

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

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

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

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

 

[Karem-Knight]

Malibu Club, Lost Haven:


Franco Zano and his under boss Jackie “Faces” Carbone sat down in the Malibu club, one of the most successful clubs in the city, Franco and Jackie watched the lights and the people dancing while drinking some whiskey.

They were discussing the Brigante situation down in Blitzen, now with their ally Tony Viti now dead, killed by an “Other” as they disgrubed the new breed of people in Lost Haven. But now, other then the fact that they were killing Mob bosses, but also that now, the Zano family was in grave danger. In recent times, the D’Cunos and the Cusones have stayed neutral in the affairs of the Carlos. But ever since the crisis of 1985, they have leaned more towards the Carlos, both families; though small compared to the other three are major assets.

The main backbone in case of a war were the good relations whit the Zano and Viti families, Especially the two leaders, Franco Zano and Tony Viti who were good friends, the Viti family only managed to stay out of a war with the Carlos because of one man called Benny Brigante, now the new boss of Blitzen.

An impending war between all the families is inevitable, everyone knew it. Franco needed time, which was short to fix this problem or else. The Zano family was moving into the East End of the town, Carlo territory. One little spark can cause the entire family to be destroyed; Franco had already talked to Luigi, against the war like a good consigliore, but the war is only a few days away for the five families, Franco needs advice on what to do and how to do it, and how better then his main man who specialised in all the Zano’s dirty work. Jackie “Faces”

“Ok, first of all we need to keep all made men safe, I want my wife and children away from the blood shed, when they start it. I want a call from you, then I want you and Luigi to tell everyone. Johnny needs to know first, as head of the East End crew he’s most in danger.”

“Yeah, Ok. Now when they start chances are it’ll be someone from the East End, how do you know Johnny won’t be hurt first?”

“Johnny’s smart. He’s laying low right now, him and a solider are protecting each other in a motel somewhere.”

“Ok, so once everyone’s safe where do you want to go?”

“We have several safe houses around the city, me, you and Luigi will have to stay with each other, I want 10 guys with us. I’m not leaving the city, at all.”

“You sure?”

“I’m sure, I want to wait for it to finish, during that time Luigi’s going to get Danny to manage the club for a while, I’ve got people down in Vegas to cover for us saying we’ve been there the whole time in our hotel rooms.”

“Ok, now once it’s started who do we hit first?”

“Whoever whacks one of our guys first, We wait and find out everything, then we go in and take out their hotels, their houses, vans, whatever.”

“What about if they try a hit on one of the made guys? What about if they hit a capo? What about if they try and kill, Luigi, me or you?”


“Then we hit them back, harder. They cross that line I want every capo we can find dead. And if they try and hurt you or Luigi or me, Sonny and his son get it first!”

“You sure it’s wise to whack his son?”


“No, but if we go both the father and the son, then of course we’ll get bad blood but it will be better then whacking one and having to risk another war.”

“Ah, I get ya.”

“By the way, Jackie one thing. I want you to, not Luigi, or anyone else, you to take care of Joey. You know him just as well as I do, if they hurt him like they did Nicky, they better prey the have the mother of god herself on their side to pull off taking out another member of my family!”

Jackie put his hand on Franco’s shoulder.

“Frankie, come on. It’s Nicky’s kid, not matter what, I’ll make sure they won’t whack him, I promise.”

“Thanks, that means a lot to me.”

Franco looked at the time.

“Getting late, better go.”


“Yeah all right, you want a lift?”

“Yeah, thanks.”

Franco got up and Jackie followed, he wore his over coat and so did Jackie, it was winter, near Chirstmas time.

“****ing cold this time of the year huh Frankie?”

“Yeah.”

They went to the back entrance leading into the car park of the club, in the backstage where they manage all the money, it was strangely empty with the lights switched off.

“What the **** is this?”

Jackie switched on the lights all of a sudden with a swift movement as Franco looked to his left.

SMACK

“ARGHHH…”

Franco slowly got himself up, he was knocked to the floor, his jaw ached but there was no blood, Jackie and Franco got out their hand guns.

“That mother ****er is dead!”

They looked around the room as he disappeared.

“Hey where the **** is he?”

All of a sudden they heard a rattle out of nowhere, Jackie pointed his gun at he noise.

Then swiftly they heard a noise leading upstairs from the air vent.

“Quickly upstairs!”

The two run upstairs as fast as they could towards the rooftop, both with their guns drawn towards him.

All of a sudden they saw a black figure run towards them.

“There he is!”

Jackie said firing at him; he managed to dodge some of the bullets.

[FONT=&quot]“Your days of controlling Lost Haven are over!”[/FONT]
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Franco looked astounded and fired quickly at the black figure, he dodged a few bullets but got one shot straight into the leg.

[FONT=&quot]“AHHH!”[/FONT]
[FONT=&quot] [/FONT]
He fell to the ground, Franco and Jackie looked at each other.

“Let’s finish this prick!”

Franco nodded.

They both had their guns drawn at him.

“Jackie!?”

“With pleasure!”

Jackie got his gun out and fired it straight into the ninja like acrobat’s head.

Franco and Jackie stared at the dead body.

“Do you think this is him?”

“Who?”

“The one who killed Tony Viti?”

“Might be, I don’t know though.”


Franco looked at the corpse; he bent down and took the mask off.


“Jesus Chirst, he looks like he’s in his 20’s!”

Jackie sighed, “What you gonna do?”

He looked around suspicious.

“You think anyone heard us?”


“Nah, the music would have covered up the sound.”

“What we gonna do with him, chop him up and burry him?”


“Nah, we have to teach a lesson to these freaks.”

“So we just leave the body here?”

“What!? No, we have to ditch it somewhere else, I don’t want the cops finding a dead body here, Come on, we’ll pick him up and hide him in the trunk and then ditch the body in an alley somewhere.”

“Why don’t we get someone else to do it?”


“I don’t trust them, now come on! We don’t have much time.”

Franco and Jackie lifted up the body, Jackie got a black trash bag and covered the body in it, and they soon carried it towards the car and put it into the trunk.

“Where should we leave it?”

“Somewhere in the city hurry up, I want to get home soon.”

Jackie drove away from the Malibu and headed into the other areas of the city, they soon reached a district that was completely deserted with bordered ware houses everywhere, strange for Central Island.

“This is a good a place as any.”

Jackie reversed the car so that no one saw them backing in or could see what they were doing.

“Ok, now let’s get it out and just dump it!”

Franco put his gloves on as did Jackie, they removed the bag and put it in the trunk again, Franco left the body upright.

“Ok that’s enough let’s go!”

“Wait a minute, we have to teach the others not to mess with the Zanos!”

Jackie got out a knife and grabbed the vigilante’s nose and slowly dissected it off, more blood came pouring down as Jackie removed the nostrils and dropped them to the ground, this was an old Mafia sign implying “Don’t stick your nose where it doesn’t belong!”

“Let’s go!”

Jackie and Franco then went back into the car and drove back home.