Create a Hero RPG GAME THREAD (MOD Approved)

[Karem-Knight]

Timmy Gilfanso was a solider for the Carlo family, a member of the Central West Haven grew, the Tifansoi crew. Sonny Carlo’s best earners dealing with drug dealing and extortion of small businesses. He was the brother of infamous Carlo solider and second in command to Jimmy Tifansoi himself, Ralph Tifansoi.

Timmy went inside a McDonalds store with his protégé Brian who was no considered an associate to the family; Timmy sat down inside the fast food chain’s restraint eating a cheeseburger, and Brian just a milkshake.

“You hear all the **** happening with the Zanos?” Brian said.

”I’m a made ****ing guy, of course I know!”


“Well I was just wondering, we kill three of their guys, shouldn’t we be laying low?”

“Nah, we’re in the centre, they’re taking out some guys in the west, now come on let’s get out of here.”

Brian got out along with Timmy fat body, they headed outside into the snowy area of West Haven’s cold December weather, Brian and Timmy walked along the streets.

“Thing is, we don’t have to worry about the Zanos in no time, they’re goanna be wiped out by the end of 2008, plus Sonny’s goanna take over what’s left of Central Island.”

“You know what they’re planning?”

“Nah, but it’s going to be big.” Timmy sighed, “Hopefully the others won’t **** with us anymore, ya know?”

“Yeah, they’re ****ing Haven up to the ground, in no time the entire ****ing city will be dead cause of them.”

“Tell me about it, apparently, Sonny already making deals with them.”


“Isn’t that you know, frowned upon with us?”

“Yeah, but come on you got to understand, plus they mostly go around Central so Frano will be dead in no time when we make the deals.”


All of a sudden a car backed out of a narrow alleyway the two were walking towards, Timmy looked puzzled and angry, he soon left an outburst of anger.

“Hey *******, what the **** you doing!?” The driver got out an uzi and fired into the fat man’s stomach, Brian got out his gun and fired at the car but then he was also mowed down as the car sped away.



Ralph Gilfanso woke up in his apartment from a loud knocking on his door,

”Ok, ok I’m coming, Jesus Christ!” he went towards the door and opened it with a revolver in his hand, he didn’t think anyone would come to **** with him. He was all set to be the next captain of the Tifansoi crew, as soon as Sonny Carlo died and Jimmy Tifansoi became Underboss.

“Who is it!?” He said looking through the peep hole.

“It’s me, Ronny, I’m the Irish guy, friend of Eddie!”

“Aw right come in come in!” he opened the door, to someone he barley knew, the man walked in as Ralph put his revolver on the table.

“Listen, I know I shouldn’t be the one to tell you this….but.”

“But what?”

Ronny sighed, and finally broke the silence, “Your brother, Timmy, he’s dead!”

Ralph looked at him in shock, and anger.

“****ing Zano!”

He punched the desk in anger, “Call Jimmy up! I want to shoot that ****ing **** RIGHT NOW!”

Ronny nodded, “I will, but I don’t know where they are.”

Ralph sat down in anger, “I just need a glass of water.”

“I’ll get it for you Ralph said.” He went over to the small kitchen, “Tap or fridge?”

“Tap.”

Ronny nodded as he put the glass into the tap as it spilled into the glass and he went to Ralph with the glass.

“Thanks.” He gulped it, quickly he finished it in one go,

“Look, I’d appreciate if you leave, all right?” Ralph said, in a sad voice.

“Sure.” Ronny went towards the door, “Oh by the way, one more thing.”

“What?” Ronny slowly got out a silenced pistol, Ralph in disgust and as fast as he could got out his revolver, in shock Ronny fired into only Ralph’s chest, below his neck, Ralph then shot Ronny in the chest as well.

”AHHH!”

Ralph fell over, gasping for air trying to aim it at Ronny’s head, Ronny was to weak to do anything and clumsy fired it into the floor next to Ralph, he fired three more times, only one bullet hitting Ralph’s leg.

Ronny slowly got up using the wall for support and then managed to fire straight into Ralph’s chest.

BANG!

Ralph fired the gun straight into his Ronny’s head as he fell into the floor, dead.

With his last strength, Ralph got out his cell phone, phoning Jimmy first, it rang, soon there was an answer.

“Hey Ralph, what..”

“I n-e-neeeeeed a,-do-doctor, been SHOT.”

“Aw ****, Look Ralph I’ll phone a Paramedic and be over there as soon as I can, just wait up!”

“T-th—they-killed----TIM—they-----the-KILLED,----Zano---Zanooooooooooo………..”

With that, Ralph died, unable to hang on.

”Ralph?”


“RALPH, ****ING ANSWER ME!”

“RALPH!”

 

[trustyside-kick]

OOC: Previously...

Spoiler

Allow Raphael to Assist You

"That's it, Father. That's the...thing that's practically branded to my back."

Father Damian takes a good look at the book before him, and then gets up from his desk, and walks around behind me. He looks past the what he calls 'angel-fire' wings and takes a good look at my burn.

"Um yes...I see, Michael. Faith."

He walks back around his desk, and takes down his seat and starts to read something from his book. I stand there dumfounded, and cross my arms.

"Faith?"

"Yes. That is what is upon your back, Michael. The symbol of Faith. It's an Angelic Symbol. There are many, some would say an alphabet, but there are few believers."

"So why the heck is it being branded to my back? Some reminder by the Almighty or something? Frankly? One of his messenger angels would've been just fine."

"Michael, there is something you must understand. What I know about all of this...is so limited. But tell me...have you been having any visions, perhaps?"

I raise my eyebrow at Father Damian because ironically, I have. How he would predict such a thing, I guess I am about to find out. Course, I do not have to really ask him, cause I'm betting it can be found in that Gospel he told me about. You remember that part of the Bible that technically doesn't exist? It's a whole Gospel dedicated to God's Angels.

The odd thing about this whole situation, Father Damian is like one of those Coaches. You know, when back in high school you always loved having cause they were so easy, but even they had to check the books every once and a while? Which is even more confusing for me because Bath Kol said Father Damian was part of God's plan to guide me or something down the right path.

"Well, it's sort of why I came to see you on Monday. Course, then everything got redirected cause of this whole angel thing."

"Archangel, Michael."

"Yea, that. Uh...you got any scrap paper and a pencil? I...I cannot exactly describe the vision I saw. I...I need to draw it out."

He digs through his drawers of his desk, and pulls out a wrinkled up sheet of paper. No problem, I just need one side of it. I grab his feathered pen--man these things are so cool--and dip it into the ink. Then, I work my magic. I do a rough 'sketch'--not exactly sure if you can call it a sketch using a feathered ink pen--and I hand it over to Father Damian. His reaction, is not at all what I expected.

"What is this...madness?"

He gets up from his desk, and practically jumps back, as if he just saw Death itself. He starts to breathe excessively fast, and I walk over to his side. I try to get him to calm down, but all he keeps telling me is to dispose of the picture. So, I do. I rip it to shreds and dump it into his trash can. After he calms down, he actually walks to the edge of his desk, and says some prayer blessing his trash can or something.

"...How did you stumble upon this vision?"

"What? I--I don't know. It just...came to me. In a dream. Not exactly something I have control over, Father."

"So...you...you do not know, Michael? The significance...the...angel in the picture. You...you do not know?"

So, it was an angel. I was right. Just like I told Grace. Although, with Father Damian's response, this is apparently not at all what I thought it could ever be.

Allow Raphael to Assist You

I nod a 'no' to Father Damian's question but he seems to cut me some slack after the shock wears off. He clears his throat, and opens up the Gospel about God's Angels and while he is flipping through the pages trying to find the correct page, he speaks to me.

"There have been many versions to the story, but it all ends the same. You have seen them and heard them numerous times as a child. And with all of those televisions shows and movies that take elements from this very story, what I am not about to tell you should surprise you..."

He stops flipping through the book; he must've found his page. I lean in closely from my seat and rest my arms on his desk just waiting to hear something apparently 'earthshattering'.

"...it is about Lucifer. The story I am to tell you is how his story is depicted in the Gospel of the Angels. Were this all not happening at once, I too may have second guessed believing it, for in the other books of the Bible there are slight changes. But I trust, Michael...that this is indeed the correct version."

Lucifer? What the heck could he have to do with this whole thing? Yea, I know...big important angel, turned from God, blah blah blah...how does this tie-in to me? It seems Father Damian has read this version of the story oh so often because he slides over the book to me. If I were to make a joke, I'd say it was because he knows I love picture books...but clearly this is no laughing matter.

"Lucifer was one of God's Archangels, Michael. He was so great he 'shined the brightest of them all', thus he was named Lucifer. There were other Archangels as well: Michael, Gabriel, Raphael, Zadkiel, Ariel, Uriel, and Metatron to name a few..."

I flip to a page and I'm blown away. It's...my vision. The picture it's...this is the picture!

"...However, as you know, Lucifer turned against God. I do not think I need to get into the details, yes?"

"No, Father. You don't."

"Well, what you may not know was that aside from mere punishment, Lucifer was to be made an example. You can read along if you'd like, it's on the page of the picture of you vision you now hold before you. Lucifer's punishment of damnation in Hell was to be the consequence to any of the other Archangels, or any Angels for that matter; no choir was superior to the other in this case."

"And so he stripped him of his wings, and Lucifer fell down from Heaven...the first of the Fallen..."

"Correct. Now, why you would be receiving such visions is beyond my comprehension, Michael. You are no Fallen Angel, nor are you even anymore more than a human boy. However..."

Father Damian signals for me to slide over the book, and I easily listen. This stuff is sure getting interesting.

"...you will find that in the beginning of this Gospel, it talks about how Angels are God's creatures. Unlike us Humans, they do not have a choice to obey or defy God; they simply must. Human beings we...choose to steer away from God, and we choose to embrace his kindness. But an Angel has no choice; he is God's ultimate servant."

"But how does this apply to me?"

"I think it concerns your Mother. There was no doubt that she was an 'angel' in the parish community. And to the honest truth we never truly knew her or where she was from. Whenever I or the other priests would be in here mere presence...it was heavenly. An angel spoke do you, did he not?"

"Yes. Bath Kol: The Angel of Prophecy."

"I see. Well, I can find no logical link in the matter, my son. I'd suggest you have a chat with Bath Kol because what is going on with you is simply nothing less than celestial and beyond my grasp; and I'd suggest you ask him about your Mother. I just have this gut feeling it has to do with the Fate of Lucifer. But fear not, my son. Fear not."

I get up from my seat, and give Father Damian a handshake. He wishes me good luck, and then I walk over to his window, and open it. The question is, how do I find Bath Kol? Each time he's come...unexpected.

 

[Climperoonie]

Electron/Blacklight team up- Part I​

My first thoughts when I wake the next day is that I have to stop GunPowder. But, I'll need help. My thoughts immediately turn to Eagle Scout. Wait, he's gone out of action.... Damn. Who to get? Who?! I shake my head and get out of bed. I pull my costume out from under the bed and slip it on, then pull on my long-sleeved t-shirt with Venom's Spider on it and my blue combat trousers. I go down stairs and see the Newspaper's main headline:​

SUPER BOY IN BLACK BATTLES MURDEROUS VILLIAN!​

Looks like someone up there is smiling on me....​

Electron/Blacklight team up- Part II​

Click. Finally! I hear the door of my Mum's room close, which means I can finally go out an search for that hero. I slip out of my PJs and into my suit. Urgh. I have to modify this suit someday. I slip out of the window and leap onto my electric board. I fly around for a while, looking for the "Superboy in Black". That's when I spot a figure up ahead. I fly over, and see he is a boy in black.

"Hey, you!"​

 

[Saved]

Strike the Heart Part I

Dark gray clouds hover in the sky as they crack and boom with the sound of thunder. The skyscrapers point to the sky, appearing as if they try to pierce the clouds. A bolt of lightening streaks across the sky, and suddenly, the clouds open. Raindrops drop like buckets of water from the sky, and the streets instantly begin to flood. The people on the streets run inside the buildings for cover from the violent storm except for one man.

He walks down the main street without a care, his trench coat becoming soaked with water. The hat on his head deflects the rain, and it pours off the rim like a waterfall. This man is Eric Renden, also known as the vigilante, Pulse. He looks up at the sky, the rain pounding hard on his face. A grimace comes across his face as he struggles to keep his eyes open amidst the onslaught of the storm. He lowers his head, and sneers.

“Ah, Lost Haven.” He says in a sardonic tone. “How good it is to be back.”

Eric walks down the street calmly at a fast pace. People watch him from the stoops of their buildings as he passes by. Eric reaches the end of the street, and looks up at the large skyscrapers. He spits on the ground as his hands ball into fists.

“They are here.” He says in rage. “I just have to find them.” Eric walks onto the next street. He follows his memory from the last time he visited Lost Haven. He reaches the end of the street, and sees the broken flickering sign that reads, “Motel.” He smiles, and walks into the registering office.

As he opens the door, a bell sounds loudly. He closes the door behind him, rain dripping profusely from his clothes. Eric sees a man dressed in a striped shirt sitting behind a desk in the room. The man stays focused on the paper he’s reading, paying no attention to Eric. He licks his finger lightly, and turns the page of the paper. Eric grunts, and the man glances at him for a second, only to go back to reading.

Eric walks up to the desk, taking his wet hat from his head. He pounds the hat on the table, and water soaks the desktop. The man behind the desk groans, and puts the newspaper down. He turns in his chair, and leans back as he stares at Eric with a look of irritation.

“Want a room?” The man asks.

“Yes.” Eric grunts

The man opens the top drawer of the desk, it screeches as it runs on its track. He reaches into the drawer, and pulls out a set of keys. He tosses the keys at Eric without care. Eric quickly lifts his arm and catches the keys in his hand, a frown coming across his face. The man slams the drawer shut, and points to the clipboard on the table.

“Sign in. Rent’s fifteen dollars a night.”

“Fifteen?” Eric says in an unsure tone. “Sounds reasonable.” Eric leans down and picks up the pen on the desk. He pulls the clipboard close to him, and begins writing on the paper. The man leans back in his chair and picks up the newspaper. He flips the page, and glances back at Eric.

“Not til you see what the room looks like.” The man says listlessly. He covers his head behind the paper again, and goes back to reading, paying no attention to anything else. Eric reaches into his pocket, and pulls out two crumpled bills. He tosses them on the desk, and picks his hat up off the table. Eric walks back to the exit, holding his hat by his side. He opens the door and hears the familiar ring of the bell. A loud crackle of thunder echoes throughout the streets as a bright bolt of lightening illuminates the sky. Eric lets out a small laugh as he walks back out into the rain.

“How appropriate.” Eric says with a smile. “For whom the bell tolls?” Eric pauses as he puts the hat back on his head. “We will soon see.”

 

[Matt Murdock]

IC: Bennie Farmer Part XV

Even from the balcony outside their offices, House and Brown could hear Bennie Farmer's screams of agony.

"You have to fix him, Greg." Brown said.

House limped back into his office and sat down in front of the white board with all of Farmer's symptoms written on it.

"I can't."

"Why not?" Brown asked angrily.

"Because he's faking."

"How can you know that?"

"Because there isn't a single condition that causes all of his symptoms. Occam's Razor."

"The simplest explanation is always right." Brown said, proudly displaying his knowledge.

"Nope. The simplest explanation is always that somebody lied."

House limped down the hallway to Farmer's room, where the Blue Blur was still sat in a chair.

House looked at the Blur, then Brown.

"I'm about to turn off this patient's pain medication. Anyone with any objections, feel free to stop me... and let the patient die." He said, reaching for Farmer's morphine drip.

 

[Byrd Man]

IC: Bennie Farmer Part XV

Even from the balcony outside their offices, House and Brown could hear Bennie Farmer's screams of agony.

"You have to fix him, Greg." Brown said.

House limped back into his office and sat down in front of the white board with all of Farmer's symptoms written on it.

"I can't."

"Why not?" Brown asked angrily.

"Because he's faking."

"How can you know that?"

"Because there isn't a single condition that causes all of his symptoms. Occam's Razor."

"The simplest explanation is always right." Brown said, proudly displaying his knowledge.

"Nope. The simplest explanation is always that somebody lied."

House limped down the hallway to Farmer's room, where the Blue Blur was still sat in a chair.

House looked at the Blur, then Brown.

"I'm about to turn off this patient's pain medication. Anyone with any objections, feel free to stop me... and let the patient die." He said, reaching for Farmer's morphine drip.

"No! You'll kill him."

Dr. Brown starts to knock House out of the way, I zip in between them and pull Doc back.

"He won't die. When we we're fighting, I roughed him up. But I certainly didn't mortally wound him."

 

[Matt Murdock]

"No! You'll kill him."

Dr. Brown starts to knock House out of the way, I zip in between them and pull Doc back.

"He won't die. When we we're fighting, I roughed him up. But I certainly didn't mortally wound him."

IC: Bennie Farmer Part XVI

House smirked.

"I should treat patients with you more often." He said to the Blur.

With the push of a button, the morphine stopped flowing and Farmer's screams almost grew double in intensity.

House watched as flames erupted from Farmer's eyes and rocketed up to the ceiling, knocking him on his ass.

"Cool." He muttered.

Pushing himself up, he restored the flow of morphine and glanced at Brown.

"Ok, so maybe he isn't faking the pain, but he's getting worse."

House injected Farmer with more morphine, causing him to go to sleep.

To House's surprise, Farmer stopped squirming. In fact, he looked exactly like any normal teenager would when he's asleep.

"I know what's killing him." House said. "Us."

 

[Byrd Man]

IC: Bennie Farmer Part XVI

House smirked.

"I should treat patients with you more often." He said to the Blur.

With the push of a button, the morphine stopped flowing and Farmer's screams almost grew double in intensity.

House watched as flames erupted from Farmer's eyes and rocketed up to the ceiling, knocking him on his ass.

"Cool." He muttered.

Pushing himself up, he restored the flow of morphine and glanced at Brown.

"Ok, so maybe he isn't faking the pain, but he's getting worse."

House injected Farmer with more morphine, causing him to go to sleep.

To House's surprise, Farmer stopped squirming. In fact, he looked exactly like any normal teenager would when he's asleep.

"I know what's killing him." House said. "Us."

I pretend to clean my ears out.

"Exsqueeze me? Come again? It sounded like you said we're killing him?"

 

[Matt Murdock]

I pretend to clean my ears out.

"Exsqueeze me? Come again? It sounded like you said we're killing him?"

IC: Bennie Farmer Part XVII

"We are. He comes in, no symptoms except for a few bruises, and we put him on every telekinetic suppressing medication known to man. That's when he develops symptoms." He said to the Blur.

"His brain doesn't understand why it isn't working, so it's shutting his body down. We're doing this to him."

 

[Byrd Man]

IC: Bennie Farmer Part XVII

"We are. He comes in, no symptoms except for a few bruises, and we put him on every telekinetic suppressing medication known to man. That's when he develops symptoms." He said to the Blur.

"His brain doesn't understand why it isn't working, so it's shutting his body down. We're doing this to him."

"Wait a minute. Are you suggesting we take him off his medicine? Did you see what he did in downtown today?"

"Yeah, that's like letting a starving tiger out of a cage."​

 

[ElectroFlare]

I dropped down to street level from the rooftops without so much as a second thought. My knees absorbed the shock and I casually turned into a natural walking pace.

The liquid grace of a cat was something I no longer would have to envy.



"Get back here! Lousy kid! GET BACK HERE!" I heard someone yelling.

I turned to see a fat bald man standing outside a candy store yelling at a teenager.

The teenager had literally his arms full of candy. I rolled my eyes.

"Tell me son. How is this going to get you anyway?" I smirked as I grabbed him by the collar.

"What? What da f**** are you?" He stammered.

"Hey, kid. Watch your language. Tell me, do you really want to go to juvy because you had to have a snickers bar?" I said.

"I'm just hungry man. My mom...she ain't got no food. My brother is starving. I gotta get 'em something. We gonna starve." He said.

He might have been lying. I couldn't assume he was though.

"Come with me. I'll help you." I said and took him back to the candy store.

"It's good to see there's some stand up people in this town. Thanks for getting that kid sir." The fat bald man said.

"Your welcome. Now if you ever see this child again, I want you to not let him in here." I said to the owner.

"Like I was gonna let him in anyway."

"What are you doing!? You said you were gonna help!" The kid said as we walked out.

"Candy is not going to save your family. Follow me." I took him to a grocery store.

"This is the food your mom needs." I said. I was able to buy him a cart full of food that they could use.

"How old are you?" I asked the kid.

"I'm 17 man."

"Really? Then you could use this." I handed him a job application from the grocery store. "This will help you get the money and the food for your mom. Now don't let me see you again, robbing a candy store." I said and left.

This is the result of a government that has lost care.

Everywhere I looked there were more like the kid.

Everywhere was pain and suffering. No one person could help them all.

At least now people were trying. Theses heroes that were suddenly popping up. Maybe this is what the world needed, the super powers. Maybe it is the spark to make people aware of what we had done to this once great country.

Or maybe it was just a fluke.

"No one person can help them all. So perhaps we should become more then just a bunch of one persons. Perhaps we should become a team." I spoke to myself aloud.

Perhaps this is what should be done.

 

[Feature]

AGNUS DEI
Season I - Part 7


"I still don't understand what you want from me! This... this doesn't make any sense!"

The amnesiac stared at Ernie Block and shrugged.

"Hey, I agree with you! This is totally ridiculous! But regardless... I woke up in an alley almost a full day ago with no memory of who I am or how I came to be there. There is a helmet screwed into my sternum and I can't be harmed."

Block rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

"Tell me again about the... stranger. The man who spoke to you."

The amnesiac looked up, as if staring into space.

"He wore goggles. A hat. A trenchcoat. Nothing distinct about it. He said that he knew me... knew what happened to me and who did it... he said they were looking for me, and that they'd find me if he stayed too long. He told me he was a friend."

Block began to pace.

"So you want me to use the resources at my disposal to dig up some dirt about you? To... to find out something about these mysterious people who did this to you?"

"Yes. I would like that very much. But there might be a problem..."

"What's that?"

The amnesiac turned his hands up and the police chief examined his fingertips. No prints...

"What the hell...?"

"I feel like... I've been erased."

The police chief frowned.

"You want to know what I think? I think you were part of some kind of underworld experiment. Super-powered criminals, maybe..."

The amnesiac didn't like this idea. He didn't feel like a bad person...

"Criminal? I don't think so. Maybe... maybe someone else did this to me. Someone whose intentions were better?"

"You're saying that someone with good intentions screwed a massive helmet to the bones of your chest, wiped your mind, and erased your fingerprints?"

The amnesiac frowned.

"I want out of here. I'm going to figure this out. There's gotta be a clue somewhere. You're lucky, pal. You don't seem like much of a danger to me. Even if you were, however... I'm not sure what I could do about it."

The amnesiac walked over to the door and knocked twice, sharply.

"Thank you. Thank you so much. Your help means alot to me."

The door opened and father Stephen Wycazik stood there, rows of pews led up to an altar behind him.

"A church? You brought me to a damn church?"

"Yeah. I... I don't really know any place else."

Block shouldered past the men and moved to the exit.

"Sorry about this, Mr. Block." Wycazik said.

"I believe our friend here is a good person, and I believe you are the right man to help him."

Block chuckled as he pulled open the doors of the church, letting in a cool blast of air.

"You're lucky I'm a god-fearing man, father... or I'd have you arrested."

Block left the building, leaving the amnesiac alone with Wycazik.

"I have something I want to show you."

"Really? What it is?"

"I listened to your theories about how you came to be in this state... I'd like to share with you mine."

 

[Saved]

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Strike the Heart Part II

The sky is dark this night in Lost Haven. The stars shine dully in the sky, as the glow of the moon sheds light to the streets of the lost city. Amidst the darkness, figures move in the shadows. In a dark alleyway off the sidewalk of a busy street, men hide in the darkness under the mask of night.

Two of the men wear dark black leather jackets over yellow shirts. The other three men stand impatiently. One of the men has his hands folded across his chest. He wears a plain white T-shirt. Another of the men wears a striped collared shirt. He holds his hands in his pockets, gripping his wallet tightly with frustration. The final man wears a dark gray suit jacket, he holds his arms at his side, a look of dissapointment on his face. One of the men with a yellow shirt pulls out a brown paper bag from his pocket. He holds it up high as he waves it in front of the group, a smile wide on his face.

“Ten grams.” The man says with a smirk. “Two hundred.”

“No way!” One of the other men says in anger. “That’s a rip off!”

“Sorry, guys. That’s our price. Maybe you can get it from a different dealer.” The man lowers the bag at his side as he begins to laugh. “Oh, I forgot. There isn’t one.”

”Damn you.” One of the men says his fists clenched tightly. “Alright, you have a deal.” The man reaches into his pants pocket, and pulls out a roll of money. The man in the yellow shirt smiles, as he holds out his hand.

”Good choice.”

“Actually, it was the worst mistake of your life.” An unknown voice states. The men in yellow pull out handguns from their pockets, and hastily look for the hidden figure.

“Who’s there?” One of the men yells in panic. “I’ll blow your brains out, buddy!”

“Huh.” The voice calls. “I thought that was my job.”

Suddenly, the figure reveals itself, jumping from the fire escape above. He lunges toward the man holding the brown bag, grabbing him tightly as he falls to the ground. The two wrestle on the ground as they struggle for control. The three men see the scuffle before their eyes, and run down the alley in a panic.

”Hit it, guys! We out!” One of them yells as they run off into the distance. The other man wearing a yellow shirt holds his gun pointed at the two figures locked in combat on the dirty city floor.

”Dude, Al! I got it!” He says pointing his gun toward the unknown man.

”No!” The man on the ground says in frustration. “You could shoot me too!”

“I think that’s the least of your worries!” The mysterious figure says. He begins to punch the other man in a furious assault of punches. Within seconds, the other man falls limp, and the figure gets to his feet. He walks into the light of the moon, his identity revealed.

”P-Pulse!” The man exclaims in fear, his hand shaking violently.

“Yes.” Pulse says with a hiss. “And if you pull that trigger, I swear to you you’ll find your own bullet lodged six inches into your skull.”

“W-What do you want?” He stammers.

“Your boss. Who is he?”

“T-Tony Viti.” The man’s body shakes as his grip on the gun loosens.

”Viti, huh? Where can I find him?”

“I can’t tell you that! Don’t make me tell you! Please!”

“Sorry,” Pulse says with an unsympathetic tone. “But my mercy ran out a long time ago.” Pulse lifts his finger, and fires a shock wave into the center of the man’s chest. A loud crack resonates off the walls of the alley as the man falls to the ground, dropping his gun. He yells and screams in pain, his fingers violently gripping at his chest. Pulse smiles, and walks closer to the man.

“Hear that crack? That was the sound of your sternum splitting in two.” Pulse raises his arm, and points his finger at the man’s face, aiming right between his eyes. “Now, either you cooperate with me, or I split your brain in two also.”

“Y-You wouldn’t do that!” The man stammers as he struggles to speak. “You’re a hero!”

“Correction!” Pulse interjects. “I’m a vigilante. And I do whatever it takes. Now, answer my question, or make your last prayer.”

“I…I…” The man breaks down; tears begin to drip from his eyes as his breaths become long and heavy. “32 Madison Street.” He says quickly.

“Good.” Pulse says with a smile. He lowers his arm, and turns his back to the man. “Thanks for your help.” He says as he begins walking to the street.

“Wait!” The man calls out, the sound of fear and anguish in his voice. “Please, kill me.” Pulse stops, and looks back at the man over his shoulder.

“Why?”

“When Viti finds me here, he’ll know I told you! Please! This pain is too unbearable. Don’t let me suffer!” Pulse laughs, and faces his head forward, as he continues his walk to the exit of the alley. “Please!” The man calls out in desperation.

”I told you!” Pulse yells back as he turns onto the sidewalk. “My mercy ran out a long time ago.”

"No! Kill me! Kill me! Please!" The man yells as he rolls in agony in the empty alley way. Pulse walks down the street calmly as he ignores the cries for compassion from the drug runner. Pulse smiles, as he reaches into the back of his suit. He pulls a finely sharpened dagger from the waist of his suit, and holds it carefully in his hands.

"Well, Tony," He says as he grips the handle of the blade tightly. "Let's hope you've made your peace."

 

[Cyrusbales]

EZEKIEL

The recent encounter with Caleb, agent of STRIKE, had irritated Ezekiel, easily outclassing him, only to have his reward disappear after. But for the past few minutes he had been tracking a surprisingly agile and fast man skipping across the rooftops. A good consolation prize at least.

In mid-leap the black clad man was stopped, bounding straight into what seemed to be a wall, that was in fact something far more horrific, Ezekiel.
Falling back and rolling on the roof below, the man steadied himself, it would seem he had the nerve or perhaps stupidity to confront the unstoppable force that had crushed many before him.

From glowing lips, Ezekiel’s only warning was offered up.

“Yield.”

 

[ElectroFlare]

EZEKIEL

The recent encounter with Caleb, agent of STRIKE, had irritated Ezekiel, easily outclassing him, only to have his reward disappear after. But for the past few minutes he had been tracking a surprisingly agile and fast man skipping across the rooftops. A good consolation prize at least.

In mid-leap the black clad man was stopped, bounding straight into what seemed to be a wall, that was in fact something far more horrific, Ezekiel.
Falling back and rolling on the roof below, the man steadied himself, it would seem he had the nerve or perhaps stupidity to confront the unstoppable force that had crushed many before him.

From glowing lips, Ezekiel’s only warning was offered up.

“Yield.”

"Yield? Tell me, who floats above roof tops and yes yield? Couldn't you say something like 'Stop or I'll rip your eyeballs out?' " I quipped as I stood tall. My military presence could be felt, and I knew he could sense it.

I could feel this guy's presence too. His felt...evil. A strange word for me to use, but that was the only way to describe it. One look at that thing...and you knew he didn't give a damn about anyone.

And apparently he felt like messing with me. A big mistake.

 

[Cyrusbales]

"Yield? Tell me, who floats above roof tops and yes yield? Couldn't you say something like 'Stop or I'll rip your eyeballs out?' " I quipped as I stood tall. My military presence could be felt, and I knew he could sense it.

I could feel this guy's presence too. His felt...evil. A strange word for me to use, but that was the only way to describe it. One look at that thing...and you knew he didn't give a damn about anyone.

And apparently he felt like messing with me. A big mistake.

EZEKIEL

"Perhaps all of the above?"

Within the smallest slice of time, Ezekiel was eye to eye with his opposition, startling him with the speed and proximity.

A thin glowing trail followed this floating menace, one which began to grew in intensity, preparing for the combat ahead.

 

[ElectroFlare]

EZEKIEL

"Perhaps all of the above?"

Within the smallest slice of time, Ezekiel was eye to eye with his opposition, startling him with the speed and proximity.

A thin glowing trail followed this floating menace, one which began to grew in intensity, preparing for the combat ahead.

Okay. He was fast. Faster then me. And he could fly. I couldn't do that.

Perhaps he was a little tougher then I first imagined.

"Then go ahead and try it." I snarled as my knees bent, my body adjusting into a fight stance.

Before he could react, or at least I hoped before he could react, I shot my arm forward, aimed straight into what looked like his stomache area.

Did this guy even have the traditional organs, I thought too late.

 

[Cyrusbales]

Okay. He was fast. Faster then me. And he could fly. I couldn't do that.

Perhaps he was a little tougher then I first imagined.

"Then go ahead and try it." I snarled as my knees bent, my body adjusting into a fight stance.

Before he could react, or at least I hoped before he could react, I shot my arm forward, aimed straight into what looked like his stomache area.

Did this guy even have the traditional organs, I thought too late.

EZEKIEL

Gazing down at the fist planted squarely in his stomach he portrayed an expression of wonderment. On a day where he wasn't as annoyed, he may have been mildly impressed by the strength, but today was not one of those days.

Bringin himself down to the rooftop, Ezekiel's power shattered the rooftop, sending this impetuous man descending downwards amongst chunks of concrete.

Floating down to meet him, a spark ignighted in Ezekiel's palm, the time for games was over.

 

[ElectroFlare]

EZEKIEL

Gazing down at the fist planted squarely in his stomach he portrayed an expression of wonderment. On a day where he wasn't as annoyed, he may have been mildly impressed by the strength, but today was not one of those days.

Oh sh@@. He just stared at my punch. The worst part was my hand partially broken from the impact.

What was this guy made of?

Bringin himself down to the rooftop, Ezekiel's power shattered the rooftop, sending this impetuous man descending downwards amongst chunks of concrete.

Floating down to meet him, a spark ignighted in Ezekiel's palm, the time for games was over.

I landed on my feet and rolled with it, however that didn't stop the debris from smacking me around. I didn't really care about that, it didn't bother me.

This guy did.

I grasped my broken hand. It was healing, but it needed more time. I looked at the...demon.

"What in God's name are you?" I gasped and stood.

I then grabbed the biggest chunk of debris I could and launched it at him as hard as I could. It would probably hit him with the force of a truck...

Hopefully a truck could stop him.

 

[Cyrusbales]

Oh sh@@. He just stared at my punch. The worst part was my hand partially broken from the impact.

What was this guy made of?




I landed on my feet and rolled with it, however that didn't stop the debris from smacking me around. I didn't really care about that, it didn't bother me.

This guy did.

I grasped my broken hand. It was healing, but it needed more time. I looked at the...demon.

"What in God's name are you?" I gasped and stood.

I then grabbed the biggest chunk of debris I could and launched it at him as hard as I could. It would probably hit him with the force of a truck...

Hopefully a truck could stop him.

EZEKIEL

Flying concrete debris smashed itself into the wall, splintering with the force of the blow, Ezekiel however had the reactions and time to avoid this attack.

"God's name? God's......name? I am a force of nature, I am a necessity. And you, are collateral."

Grasping both of his foe's shoulder's, Ezekiel lifted the man up and let him stare into the darkness that lay underneath his hood, it would likely be the last thing he ever saw.

 

[Spike_x1]

He had just gotten back to Lost Haven after his trip to Oregon as Adam Locke set his luggage down in his new apartment that had been paid for several weeks ago under his current alias. After a quick phone call to update his financial investments, Adam unwrapped the the latest newspaper that the building provided for its occupants and stared at the headline as he pulled a bottle of beer from the refrigerator.

Although the paper's editors didn't appear to have the nerve to state it outright, for fear of starting a public panic, it was obvious what had been happening since Locke had left town.

War.

A series of mob-related deaths were going on throughout Lost Haven, and all of the victims were people who were either suspected or known to be affiliated with the Carlo and Zano mob families. Their long time rivalry was finally spilling out into the city streets, and it was only a matter of time before innocents lives would be caught in the crossfire. They had to be stopped.

The only problem was predicting where and when the next mob assassination would occur.

**********​

Later, at Paddy's O'Pub...

"I won't ask again, Patches..." the Survivor raised his would-be informant, Petey "Patches" Mercer, in the air by his neck and scowled at the larger, but vastly weaker, thug, "...where are the Carlos or Zanos going to strike next?"

Paddy's O'Pub was a known dive for the lowlife criminal scum of West Haven, and now the entire bar looked like it had been turned upside down as some of the patrons had scrambled to leave and others had tried to put up a fight. The Survivor and Patches were the only ones left who were conscious.

Looking into the Survivor's glowing rage-filled eyes, Patches felt a warm wet spot growing in the crotch of his pants. "T-the docks! But-but you're too late, man! Their mark's already been iced! The only thing they're d-doing at the docks is ditching the corpse! You're just gonna--"

More than a little frustrated at the news that he would be too late to stop one more murder, Survivor threw Patches into a wall, and heard a wet crack as the thug's head connected with the wooden paneling. At least I can stop the killers from getting away with it, he thought as he looked over his handiwork.

"Time for a trip to the West Haven Docks."

 

[Charlie No-One]

(IC: Julian Hull)

“Your assignment is simple. Find Kyle Gordon and kill him,” said the man. His name was Jasper Franks. Around the age of 35, he had dark auburn hair, rich green eyes, and a kind of arrogance that could make a person sick. His dark blue suit fit tightly to his body as he lit a cigarette in the cold night air. Julian gave him a look before taking the white manila envelope from Jasper’s hands. If he wasn’t the boss, Julian would definitely be interested in him.

“Sounds easy enough,” he said, skimming through the file. “What’s his ability; what makes him so ‘dangerous’?”

“He can control people with his thoughts. Just imagine what damage he could do. You need to be sneaky with this one. He can’t suspect you at all or you’re screwed,” Jasper laughed a little bit, which caused a small cough. His lungs were shot from the cigarettes. Julian kept telling him to just get a healer to fix him up, but he won’t have it. “Hell, you may be screwed already!”

Julian shivered in the winter air. S.T.R.I.K.E didn’t know about his “extra” ability. When he accidentally absorbed his brother’s power, he decided to keep it a secret from Jasper. Dorian was deemed dangerous because of his ability to control others through his voice. If they knew what had happened, they would surely kill him.

---​

Kyle Gordon was an accountant in downtown New Haven. He was not married and had no children. Whether or not he did made no difference to Julian. No personal aspects of a target’s life affected him. It was just part of the job. He actually preferred when they had no one because it made the clean up so much easier. There was less to cover up. Kyle wouldn’t be missed.

In Kyle’s file, it said he was a frequenter of a local bar called Hell’s Tavern. Julian had heard of the place before. It was a dingy old joint. Very cliché. The typical neon beer signs hung in its dirty windows. Wood paneling right out of a 70’s movie covered the walls. The kind of people who visited the place where the kind who were down on their luck or looking for trouble. Julian, at one time, had met both criteria.

Before he had discovered his powers, Julian’s life was one huge competition. He wanted nothing more than to beat his bother in every aspect possible. Dorian was always the center of attention. He was their parent’s favorite child. Julian couldn’t stand it. Once he had his “death touch” though, life became so much easier.

Every time he would take a life, the energy that he stole fueled his body. He was totally outside the realm of realism. It was the best high one could ever have. It made him forget his troubles and finally feel happy. But like any drug, Julian became addicted. The more energy he killed, the more his life turned into one big mess. He flunked out of college and dedicated everything he had to his addiction. Then Jasper turned his life around. He owed everything to that man.

---​

The moment he opened the door to Hell’s Tavern, Julian drew attention to himself. He was dressed in tight denim pants, expensive leather boots, a high-style t-shirt from a designer he couldn’t remember- or pronounce, and a black leather jacket with indigo strips running down the arms. All eyes were on him. His “kind” wasn’t welcomed in the joint. The fact was he really wasn’t that different from the people standing before him. A sense of style was the only thing separating them.

“I’m looking for Kyle Gordon. Show yourself,” Julian commanded. His voice was distorted and harsh. It was as if three different people were housed in one body. He could feel his words moving through the bar; entering the minds of many and connecting. Immediately, a young man, around the age of 25, stood up in the back of the small room. His eyes were transfixed forward, totally void of all emotions.

“Thank you. Now, come here.”

 

[Charlie No-One]

(IC: Julian Hull)

As the young man walked forward, Julian’s eyes darted around the bar. Everyone was looking at him. Their minds probably just snapped out of the temporary trance they had been put in. One of them, a hefty bald man, reached into his pocket. His face was contorted in such a way that displayed how obviously unhappy he was. Julian saw the small black handle of a gun emerge from the man’s denim pants.

“Stop. Put the gun away and forget. All of you, forget,” Julian demanded. Turning his attention to Kyle, he grabbed him by the shirt. “Let’s take this to the bathroom,” The man idly turned around and walked to the bathroom of the bar.

The bathroom was a dingy excuse for such a place. Scum from years of sex and vomit covered the walls. The stalls were grotesque and if this wasn’t “official” business, Julian would never dare step into one.

“Normally, I might’ve enjoyed this part, but under the circumstances…” he said as he ripped Kyle’s loose green cotton shirt off for what he was about to do next needed skin to skin contact. Julian was taken by the man’s chiseled physique.

“For a man who lives alone, you have quite the body,”

Raising his arms, Julian’s hands burst into a blaze of greenish energy. He chuckled mischievously; the best part was about to come. Tilting his head back, blackness stretched from his pupils to the corners of his eyes. Julian semi-straddled Kyle’s legs who was sitting on the toilet, transfixed. One by one, his long slender fingers curled over Kyle’s abs. A shock erupted between Julian’s index finger and the smooth defined skin of the victim’s stomach. Julian let out a thunderous laugh as the man before him jumped in pain at the flux of energy.

The assassin’s eyes rolled to the back of his head. He was entering the world that he became accustomed to. The air around him grew cooler. The walls faded away to reveal a sky filled with beautiful multicolored hues. It was as if he was surrounded by the Northern Lights. Wind moved through him, sending a tingling sensation down his spine. He was weightless…intangible…infinite.

A beam of warmth shined down into this realm of peaceful bliss. Below him, he could see an ocean of crystal blue water. Not far from where he floated stood an island covered with sand. A few yards inland was a blooming forest filled with exotic trees and animals. It was paradise.

Julian never wanted to leave the place. He felt free and serene. There was no troubles here…no issues. Earthly things like poverty and hunger didn’t exist in this realm. The harsh pains of life were nonexistent. But before he could enjoy it…before he could grasp it, the walls reappeared, caging him into the confines of existence. Kyle was dead. The last remnants of the green energy swirled around his hands and then faded away. Thanking him, Julian padded him on the chest.

He let out a sigh of ecstasy and stood up weakly. He was soft in the knees from the euphoria that Kyle had brought him. Julian slowly walked to the bathroom door. Pushing it open, he let out a gasp of terror. The whole bar was dead. Every last patron. Something went wrong. Just then, a man opened the door.

“What the hell is going on here?”

 

[Karem-Knight]

OOC: Syn, I’ll set up the post for out meeting.

Franco sat down on his table, watching the news all they could talk about now was war, war, war. This reminded him too much of his current situation, he had been separated from his family now in hiding giving more distrust towards his wife and children. Tired, he had been surviving on pizza and Chinese food for to long now. It even stated to make him feel slightly sick.

Luigi was in front of him, watching the TV with several other Zano family soldiers watching guard; Jackie was out negotiating with smaller gangs in Lost Haven to help out the family.

Finally, Franco broke the silence.

“Who have we got?”

“What Frankie?”

“Allies, Carlos have now got the Vitis under their pocket, who do we have?”

“Oh.”

Hard question for Luigi to answer, even catching his throat, “What cat got your ****ing tongue? Answer me!”

“Sorry, look, it seems that the Charlie Bannone is un easy with us because of the thing with his pap. Billy Cusone is easy with us but, he’s been a friend of Sonny for years. It seems that we have to rely on everyone else for protection. That’s where we have them beat.”

“I think we should take Bannone out.”

Franco looked at his nephew, Joey in confusion.

“Joey, we’re at war here. We don’t need anyone else trying to ****ing kill us!”

“I’m just saying, D’Cuno Jr. has been waiting to run the family for a long time now, why not make allies with him and then BAM we have another ally with us.”

He did have a good point, but it was to early in for them to make a descion to go out for another family, no matter how small they might be, the Zanos could not take on three families, four if Cusones felt threatened.

“Maybe so, but we have to think about things like this later!”

Franco thought to himself, should he do a Micheal Coreleone? Take out all four bosses? Brian Brigante was never to popular, Ralph Carlvento would be a much better fit, Bobby D’Cuno is only a captain for a family that’s named after his grandfather, Billy Cusone’s run things in his family for 30 years now, should be time for a change.

And the Carlos, Mickey Carlo has a reputation for being hot headed, while Sonny’s administration, Barry Asitoni and Sal Danovati would want him out of the picture, but would keep him alive out of respect for Sonny. This could cause a civil war for them, bringing their own family down.

Franco would not have to worry about this, he could end the war early, all Jackie has to do would send hit squads.

Dam.

The rat, that was the key, the only way Franco could win would be to take out that one rat. Who ever he is he’s doing a good job of hiding, and it was clear now that it was someone high up in the family. One of the captains maybe? Someone close to Franco himself.

It could be anyone, he looked at all the members of the family around him, he shook his head, he had to be prepared he got his phone out, he had to make sure of something.

“Jackie?”


“Oh hey Frank.”


“What’s the update?”

“Well, we’re defiantly getting some small time dealers on our side, the Colombians are on our side that’s for sure. Some chinks from the south Andy should know have got our backs, but it’s the ones in the mainland I’m worried about. Word is Sonny’s setting a trap for anyone trying to whack someone of the Tifansoi crew are going to get killed pretty soon. “

“Ok, thanks for the update.”

“Oh yeah, Frank….”

“What is it?”

“Nevermind.”

Jackie hung up, Franco then got out his phone and dialled the next number to someone, important in the Haven system.

“Hello?”

“Hello, Frank.”

“We still have the, meeting?”

“Yeah, same place, same time.”

“ok.”

Franco hung up and placed the phone back on the table, all of a sudden the main phone rang.

“I’ll get it.”


Luigi rushed to the phone and answered, Franco looked at Joey.

“Did you get some of your guys to take out that ****ing cop in the West?”

“Yeah, they’re taking care of it right now, in the docks.”


“Okay, good.”

Luigi looked shocked as he hung the phone, astounded. Franco looked worried,

“What happened!?”


He said, to his old friend who almost looked like he was going to faint.

“Lu, what is it!?”

“Johnny’s, dead.”

Franco put his hand on his head, he couldn’t believe it.

“Which one?”

“Bengali.”

Franco put his head back up for strange relief. A minute there he thought Fat Johnny got whacked, still, it was bad. The Carlos were hitting the higher ups, soon this war wouldn’t even have an end.

“How do you know?”


“Some guy who works at the garbage centre found his body there today.”

Franco’s thought of relief then turned to anger, he had to think fast. Jackie was away he couldn’t trust him to make a rash decision like this, Luigi knew his part so he had to rely on Joey.

“Ok, Lu. I want you to get all the captains to come to the safe house, make sure they’re not followed and to come here safely, everyone in West Haven stay in doors in places where they won’t find them. The people in LA and Vegas to take out what ever Carlo has there dead! We out number them there, you got that?”

“Yeah!”

“Joey, I need want you to send people that you know, associates, I want them to take out the entire Tilfansoi crew. Jimmy Tilfansoi has to be dead tonight, you got that?”

“Yeah!”

“Joey, No made guys!”

“Ok Frank!”

The two rushed to the phones Franco then got up turning off the TV getting his cell phone out to inform Jackie.

“Come on, come one!”

Answering machine, Franco threw it on the floor all of a sudden he saw two cars parked outside, to his shock. The Carlos have found out where he is, he rushed to Joey and Luigi.

“Wait!”

Everyone outside stared at Franco in surprise, what was he thinking, had he gone insane?

“Everyone, keep your voices down.”


They all rushed towards him something was happening.

“Ok, listen. Outside there are two cars, maybe more. They’re here to kill us, now they might be heavily armed, so everyone just get your stuff from the basement and get out of here, no one looks outside, no one question me just do it, they come in SHOOT them and run!”

Everyone in the room hesitated, Franco slowly picked up his shotgun, two soldiers only caring revolvers stuck to him,

“Get the **** downstairs, only come up when I tell you to!”

They rushed, direct orders from the boss, there were still soldiers up stairs, sleeping; Franco could either warn them or let them get whacked.

He sighed, moving down stairs he rushed everyone cracked open their crates, Luigi got out a shotgun similar to Franco’s, Joey had an AK. All the other soldiers either had an AK or an Uzi.

Franco looked at them, “Listen, we’re not soldiers, we’re not heroes, we’re nothing. We’re just wise guys in a dangerous ****ing situation, shoot when one of those mother ****ers come in here, Got that?”

They all shook their heads, “Yeah Boss.” Most of them if they uttered a word said.

“Ok, here’s the plan, we sneak towards the front windows, upstairs, we wait in that position for a minute then when I give the signal we ****ing waste all those ****ing ****s in a second, got that?”

Once again, they all did, Franco headed up crouching, the rest did accordingly, slowly heading up, and four to a window, Franco and Luigi stayed in a table with Joey near the basement with another solider.

Franco breathed heavily for a moment, then closing his eyes he yelled with his voice.

“NOW!”

With in seconds all the Zano soldiers gave a battle cry, shattering the cars of the Carlos in an instance, leaving nothing but blood stains and bullet holes insides, before any of them could know what was going on they were all dead by a haul of machine gun fire.

One of the Carlo soldiers, got out from the back, the family had stopped firing for a moment, the solider had been badly wounded shot three times in the arm and once in the leg, he crouched on the floor, trying unsuccessfully go get help then another solider put another bullet in his head.

Franco got up, only firing one bullet but managing to possibly kill a Carlo solider, he got up and told his soldiers what to do next.

“Everyone wipe the finger prints of the gun, leave everything here. Bring something just in case one of them is still alive, everyone just ****ing disband the cops will be here in a minute. Don’t worry about the guns their stolen, everyone out of her NOW!”

Franco rushed out, Joey and Luigi followed him, he pointed to his friend.

“Look, I need you to go somewhere else, go to somewhere in the city that’s safe, me and Joey will have to go somewhere else, think you can manage?”

“Yeah sure.”

“K, tell everyone you can what the **** happened, I’ll be doing it to, I’ll phone when I need to, just go!”

Luigi ran to someone else’s car to take charge, Franco and Joey rushed to the old piece of **** Joey had bought.

“Where to?”

“The warehouse where we’re supposed to meet my friend, hurry up!”

The car started and pretty soon that alleyway would be known as the biggest **** in Lost Haven’s crime history.

 

[Blacklight]

Chapter 25: Surge pt.1:

How come High School always has to suck for superheroes? It never gets better. Here I am in Math, and ask out this girl, and she says 'no'. Then I hear on the radio that, of course, Gigas is trying to rob a bank. I had to convince my crabby teacher to let me go so I could go after him. So now I'm here, at the Enferno Trust, stopping him. His backstory: Given titanous strength and size, after he died, from an evil demon named Gigan. Now he's big, blue, and has horns on his forehead, and has become criminally insane. As I descend towards him, he notices me as I tough the ground.

"Well, well. Art thou not Blacklight? Enferno's black-eyed Boy Wonder."

"Good to see you too, Gigas. Why don't you save us both the trouble and put that money back before I kick your dietic, blue ass again."

"Apologies, Teenage defender of justice. But I must complete thy tasks set before thee by the master."

"Well tell the master that he's gonna be waiting awhile since you'll be going back to Yves Asylum."

"Then thou shall now breathe thy last breath."

"You really have to ditch the Shakespe--AHH!" I yell as his huge hand wraps around my chest, crushing my arms. I try to escape but the guy's practically a freakin' god. So then he just tosses me at a building like a ragdoll. Crashing through it at bullet speed, I land in front of some kid dressed like a big yellow condom floating on a disc of lightning.

Electron/Blacklight team up- Part II​

Click. Finally! I hear the door of my Mum's room close, which means I can finally go out an search for that hero. I slip out of my PJs and into my suit. Urgh. I have to modify this suit someday. I slip out of the window and leap onto my electric board. I fly around for a while, looking for the "Superboy in Black". That's when I spot a figure up ahead. I fly over, and see he is a boy in black.​

"Hey, you!"​

Staggering up after the huge hit I took, I was a little annoyed right now, so I really wasn't in the mood for this crap...

"What do you want?" I said raising my fists.