Create a Hero RPG GAME THREAD (MOD Approved)

[Climperoonie]

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!"​

Chapter 25: Surge pt.1:

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.

Electron/Blacklight team up- Part III​

I raise my hands as the boy holds up his fists.

"Easy, I'm not an enemy. Now are you this so called "Superboy in black"?"

 

[ElectroFlare]

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.

What the heck? This was not meta. This was something more...something sinister.

How was I going to stop it?

"Looks like the barber took it too far when you said a little off the top." I spat wrenched against the grip that held. Damn, this guy was strong. Stronger then me. Strength, however, was not always the key. I managed to gain leverage and slip out of his grip. As I landed I grabbed a fallen two-by-four and whipped it around as fast as I could and swung it directly into the demon's leg, just above the knee. I was hoping to shatter his leg.

The two-by-four cracked instead.

Not a good plan. The thing just stood there, so I shoved the two-by-four piece still in my hand into the damned thing's cloak hood. He showed it to me, he was asking for it...

 

[Cyrusbales]

What the heck? This was not meta. This was something more...something sinister.

How was I going to stop it?

"Looks like the barber took it too far when you said a little off the top." I spat wrenched against the grip that held. Damn, this guy was strong. Stronger then me. Strength, however, was not always the key. I managed to gain leverage and slip out of his grip. As I landed I grabbed a fallen two-by-four and whipped it around as fast as I could and swung it directly into the demon's leg, just above the knee. I was hoping to shatter his leg.

The two-by-four cracked instead.

Not a good plan. The thing just stood there, so I shoved the two-by-four piece still in my hand into the damned thing's cloak hood. He showed it to me, he was asking for it...

EZEKIEL

Danger was something that hadn't entered Ezekiel's mind. And rightfully so. He had stopped planes in mid-flight by simply being there, a simple exucse for a weapon would not be a problem here.

A blue flash of heat bounded outwards, instantly turning the two-by-four into ash. The blue flames circled this monster of a man, the ground underneath blistered and cracked with the intense temperature. The heat within the entire room began to rise, and a way out would seem rather difficult for his unlucky adversary.

 

[ElectroFlare]

EZEKIEL

Danger was something that hadn't entered Ezekiel's mind. And rightfully so. He had stopped planes in mid-flight by simply being there, a simple exucse for a weapon would not be a problem here.

A blue flash of heat bounded outwards, instantly turning the two-by-four into ash. The blue flames circled this monster of a man, the ground underneath blistered and cracked with the intense temperature. The heat within the entire room began to rise, and a way out would seem rather difficult for his unlucky adversary.

My hands burned over, but the skin began to regrow almost right away. That annoyed me.

Then the flames circled me.

"I guess I picked the wrong person to piss off today." I grunted as the temperature soared. Sweat poured off my back. I looked around, and there was nothing I could do to douse the flames-I imagined nothing could anyway, this guy was powerful.

Then I looked at my hands. The skin was growing back already. I gritted my teeth and dove into the flames.

I emerged on the street in front of the building, the clothes I was wearing nearly in tatters. I ripped the remains of my shirt and mask off and turned towards the flames.

My body was burnt and every move hurt.

"Come on! Is that all you got?" I yelled back at the demon.

A car was parked nearby. He might be able to disentagrate a piece of wood...but how about this?

I chucked the sports car in his direction...

 

[trustyside-kick]

Allow Raphael to Assist You

I'm soaring through the clouds and I still cannot believe how awesome it feels to fly. But I cannot enjoy the ride, cause I gotta find Bath Kol. Good luck with that. I do not even know where to--

Okay...maybe I do have an idea. Would it be wrong to assume this as the cliché it is? Heck, it worked before. I was gasping for my own breath with that bullet wound in my stomach, and all I did was saying a prayer asking for a blessing from Raphael, and next thing I knew I was right as rain. Could this work? I feel really odd about this, because the so called 'Gospel of the Angels' book that Father Damian has, does not exactly have a play-by-play thing for me. These...powers, I guess you could say...are a bit hard to grasp.

...Alright, I'll try it. I close my eyes, and let the direction of the wind take me as my 'wings' glide through the sky. I almost feel...at peace, and I take a deep breath.

"Show me your ways, O LORD, teach me your paths;

guide me in your truth and teach me,

for you are God my Savior,

and my hope is in you all day long. "

I open my eyes. Nothing. I close them again, and for some dumb reason squint my eyes tighter and this time think the Psalm in my head. Man do I feel dumb though.

"Psalm 25:4-5? Impressive, Michael. You are, how do you mortals say, 'getting the hang' of things."

"Bath Kol."

I open my eyes. And I stop gliding through the air as I see him floating in front of me. Let's only hope the news I hear from him, is what I want to her. Well, it's definitely what I want to hear because I'm asking for it, but...never mind. I just hope it's good.

"You seek guidance, Michael? How may I assist you?"

I clear my throat, because all I can think about are the things Father Damian mentioned about Lucifer. I'm scared and confused right now. Please, let me hear good things.

"Can...can you tell me about my Mother? I--Father Damian was not sure, but he hinted that all of this could be cleared up. He made sure that I ask you about my Mother. He emphasized it."

"Your Mother..."

I gotta say I'm uncomfortable with the moment of silence that takes place, but that feeling of being uneasy shifts and goes away I see a smile creep over Bath Kol's face. Didn't know the guy smiled.

"You mortals...you take so many things for granted, Michael."

"Tell me about it."

"You see, we angels...are less privileged. I do not speak ill of this, but merely state fact that you have what is called free will. This you know I'm sure you know about. That priest of yours is educated in the matter."

I nod, and allow him to continue.

"I was not brought into this world by a woman I can call my mother, but by only the one great Lord I can call my Father. God brought me into the world, as he did all the angels. But you mortals...if there is anything I could ever possibly envy, it is to love and be loved by a parent. One who nurtures you when you are young, and one that watches over you. It is...a different kind of love, you could say, than God's love. But...such a thing is forbidden to us angels."

He pauses for a moment, and starts to look up in the sky for a brief moment, and then slowly brings his head down, as if hanging his head. Only for a moment, he almost looks sad before he lifts his head back up looking over at me once more.

"But if I were to ever have such a choice...surely your Mother would have been the one I would desire. She was gentle. She was at peace. She was...an angel. Quite literally, although to be specific an Archangel."

"What? How could my mother be an angel if she--if I--"

"Exactly."

"But I thought angels could not make such choices! I thought...it was a blissful obligation to love God, and God alone?!"

And that is when Bath Kol's expression turns to a frown once more.

"Lucifer's punishment was not enough, your Mother still could not help but make a similar mistake. You see, your Mother longed to embrace to bear herself a child, and have a family. So much, that she fell in love with a mortal, and when she faced God's Wraith for her betrayal...she received her punishment."

I'm...speechless. I...I do not know what to say. What can I say? How do you react to such a thing? Countless things float around my mind, and I cannot quite think clearly. I feel...queezy, and sick. I can't...I can't...

"What was her punishment?"

Bath Kol doesn't respond right away. I think I'm going to lose it. It's becoming harder to breathe, yet my heart keeps racing. I must know!

"What was it?! What?!?!"

"...When God had learn of such betrayal from one of his adored Archangels, he grew furious. He allowed her to have her baby, for he would not cause her unborn baby suffer her punishment. He spared you, and gave pity the day you lived and the day she died. But, there is a contract that was made between God and your mother. The contract would not be forced upon you until you embraced the Sacrament of Confirmation. Your Mother wished it to be sooner, but you had to prove that you held strong your Faith; such was God's will. And here you are, Michael. All these years and you never have forgotten your Faith. Your mother would be proud..."

"What is this contract?"

"I remember the day the Lord himself gave me such words to pass on to you. First, the words to spread on the day of your Confirmation. Next, the words to give you on this day...I shall recite them for you, in his words."

Bath Kol closes his eyes, and brings his hands together before him, as if to pray.

"Michael must change the life of one person every day, so that he will not be condemned to the same Fate as his mother when he dies. Only through these deeds, shall Saint Peter's Gates be open to him.

Should he fail to do this not by dying, but merely failing his task, he shall be stripped of his powers, and only through his own means may he continue to pursuit his goal. There will be no aid from the Archangels, and nothing he could do to redeem himself.

And should Michael die in The Archangel State, however, he shall not ever be able to gain entrance into Saint Peter's Gates. He would instead, be condemned to Purgatory. Should Michael fail his duties, he will be condemned to Purgatory. Only through servings God's will, for his Mother had failed to do so, shall Michael receive Penance, and enter Heaven."​

Bath Kol separates his hands, and he opens his eyes. He looks over at me, and he remains calm. Funny, because I'm not anymore calm than I was before; which is not saying much. You hear all of those Bible Stories, mainly in the Old Testament, about how Powerful God can be, but if you ask me all of those guys in those stories got off easy. Me? I've got quite my work cut out for me. Purgatory? Geez! Something doesn't quite seem right though. He never answered my question about my Mother. Or did he? All of this is to avoid my Mother's punishment? This is God's 'contract' with me to save my soul?

"Bath Kol...where is my Mother now? In Purgatory? Was that her punishment I must repent for or I share the same Fate? I do not understand."

"No, Michael. Your Mother...your elegant, kind, beautiful, Mother...remains in Hell."

It hits me like a kick in the nuts. I lose all control of my emotions, and I let out a scream of anguish. God. My God. The God I have believed in ever since I was bathed in holy water on my Baptism, and walked down the aisle on my First Communion...does this? How could he hurt me like....

"...HOW?! I NEED ANSWERS!"

"Michael, Wait!"

"WHY?!"

I'm soaring through the sky, heading upward. It may all be fun and games and fiction, but in all the little kid stories, Heaven is way up high and Hell is way down low. Well, I'm going to have to talk to The Big Guy upstairs real quick. So I kick it up a notch, and I propell myself further. Bath Kol follows behind, but with worry on his face.

"Michael, you must stop!"

I pay no attention, and I just keep on flying. I do not know how quite high above the ground I am, but I know something for sure. The air is...so thin. This is no exaggeration like before, I literally cannot breathe. My...my angel-fire wings, they go out, and I transform back into my previous form. I...I cannot...I'm falling. Why is everything getting so...dark...
​

 

[Eddie Brock]

Season I, Part 57

Once the Icon/Richter situation is resolved, I take Chrissy aside to talk about this 'Flux' thing.

"What were you doing up there?" I ask sternly.

Chrissy folds her arms defiantly. "What would you have me do? Stay down here and do nothing? I have powers too, Sean!"

"Yeah, and you're also an extraterrestrial! Look, if you run around flaunting your abilities, you're going to get noticed," I explain. "And if you get noticed, people will want to study you. And it won't be hard to figure out that you weren't born in the Milky Way galaxy!"

"How is it any different for you? People can discover that you're just a teenager! But it doesn't stop you!"

She may have a point. I don't know. I mean, I feel like an older brother or something - like I have to protect her. But then, I realize that she doesn't need protection. And as much as I like throwing the weight of the world on my shoulders, I shouldn't stop her from fulfilling her responsibilities.

So, after a long silence, I state, "Flux?"

"Yeah, like fluctuations. It's fitting, I think."

I nod. "What about a disguise or a costume?"

"I'll figure something out."

She seems to have her head in the right place. I suppose I should've known that I couldn't watch her all the time. But, once again, I tend to expect more of myself than I have to give.

"Sean, it's been great hanging out with you and your family," Chrissy announces, "But there's a whole world out there, and it's all new to me. And if I'm going to do this Flux thing, I want to make a more global impact."

I suddenly realize what she's getting at.

"So you're going to leave Brady?"

"Brady doesn't need me. It's in good hands with Mantis," she explains with a smile. "But there's a whole world of people that need help. Obviously, you aren't in a position to do anything for them - you have a nice life here. But I don't have any obligations tying me down. I should take full advantage, shouldn't I?"

I wish I could travel the world as Mantis. But she's right. I'm too young, I still have high school and college to complete, and everyone I know is here. But Chrissy is a free spirit. Not to mention that she can fly - which makes travel so easy. It's really fitting for her to make her influence known worldwide.

"You'll still visit, right?"

Chrissy removes her bracelet and hands it to me. "I'll be back for this."

As I clutch the cold piece of metal, she kisses me on the cheek. Then, after a silent wave, Flux takes to the skies.

More power to her, I say.
​

 

[Cyrusbales]

My hands burned over, but the skin began to regrow almost right away. That annoyed me.

Then the flames circled me.

"I guess I picked the wrong person to piss off today." I grunted as the temperature soared. Sweat poured off my back. I looked around, and there was nothing I could do to douse the flames-I imagined nothing could anyway, this guy was powerful.

Then I looked at my hands. The skin was growing back already. I gritted my teeth and dove into the flames.

I emerged on the street in front of the building, the clothes I was wearing nearly in tatters. I ripped the remains of my shirt and mask off and turned towards the flames.

My body was burnt and every move hurt.

"Come on! Is that all you got?" I yelled back at the demon.

A car was parked nearby. He might be able to disentagrate a piece of wood...but how about this?

I chucked the sports car in his direction...

EZEKIEL

Like a rushing bullet train, the vehicle surged across the street, a deafening crunch resounded as the steel smacked into Ezekiel and wrapped around as if he was a titanium streetlamp.

After a few moments, a hand ripped a small hole in the metal coffin that was previously a car. A hole which grew in size until Ezekiel had riped free, spewing petrol across the road, petrol that it only took one nasty thought to be ignighted.

In a flash of amber and a sound like thunder, the wreckage burst into beautiful yet deadly flames, providing an eerie backdrop for this seemingly unstoppable and relentless man.

 

[Blacklight]

Chapter 26: Surge pt.2

Electron/Blacklight team up- Part III​

I raise my hands as the boy holds up his fists.

"Easy, I'm not an enemy. Now are you this so called "Superboy in black"?"

Lowering my hands, I was still pretty pissed, but I'll see what the kid has to say before taking out Gigas.

"So that's what the papers are calling me? Blacklight would've sufficed. Why can't the press ever get my name right? And who are you? Condom Boy?"

 

[Climperoonie]

Chapter 26: Surge pt.2



Lowering my hands, I was still pretty pissed, but I'll see what the kid has to say before taking out Gigas.

"So that's what the papers are calling me? Blacklight would've sufficed. Why can't the press ever get my name right? And who are you? Condom Boy?"

Electron/Blacklight team up- Part VI​

What an A-hole. But, if I want his help, but be nice.

"Name's Electron. I need your help. But do me a favour and don't remark on how stupid I look, one because I already know and I'm looking to get it re-designed and two because I'm really not in the mood to get pissed off and leak electric outta my body or something like that."
​

 

[Blacklight]

Chapter 27: Surge pt.3

Electron/Blacklight team up- Part VI​

What an A-hole. But, if I want his help, but be nice.​

"Name's Electron. I need your help. But do me a favour and don't remark on how stupid I look, one because I already know and I'm looking to get it re-designed and two because I'm really not in the mood to get pissed off and leak electric outta my body or something like that."​

"Yeah. Sorry about that. Really bad day. What do you need my help with? You need directions?" Then I stare down behind me to see Gigas getting away. Gotta hurry up. "Because I've got something I need to take care of..."

 

[Climperoonie]

Chapter 27: Surge pt.3



"Yeah. Sorry about that. Really bad day. What do you need my help with? You need directions?" Then I stare down behind me to see Gigas getting away. Gotta hurry up. "Because I've got something I need to take care of..."

Electron/Blacklight team up- Part VI

"Villian called GunPowder. I tried to take him down, but he nearly killed me. My friend Scout, a fellow super, is nowhere to be found. So I need help to take him down. You in?"
​

 

[Feature]

AGNUS DEI
Season I - Part 8


The amnesiac followed Stephen Wycazik to his humble office. The priest's domain was full of opened books and printed documents. Many passages and sections had been highlighted.

"Wow. I take it you've been reading..."

The priest chuckles.

"Yes. Quite a bit since your arrival."

The priest sat behind his desk and motioned for the amnesiac to sit in a chair opposite him.

"So, uh... what is this all about?"

Wycazik looked up, sternly.

"I want to share with you an idea that's blossomed in my mind. An alternate explanation that may resolve some of the mysteries surrounding your strange situation."

As Wycazik spoke, he riffled hungrily though the papers strewn across his desk.

"I heard you and Block in the basment. I heard the two of you discussing the nature of your condition. Bear in mind... it is not my intention to discredit any of the theories you developed. I merely wish to give you an opportunity to look at things from a different perspective."

The amnesiac writhed uncomfortably in his chair.

"I must admit... it makes sense to think that you were the subject of an experiment. But perhaps this whole thing, confusing though it may be, is not the result of some horrible crime. Perhaps... perhaps it is a blessing."

Wycazik pushed an opened book towards the amnesiac, who looked at the picture in front of him.

​

"I don't understand. What is this?"

"I believe that this, my friend... is you."

"What? Agnus Dei?"

"It's Latin."

"Well... what does it mean?"

Wycazik stared into the tinted lenses of the amnesiac's helmet.

"Lamb of God."

 

[Spike_x1]

Spoiler

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."

It was anything but a long wait from the time that the Survivor left Patches lying in a puddle of his own urine, to now, where Adam had traveled the snow-covered rooftops and alleyways to arrive at the corner of one of the taller buildings overlooking the West Haven docks. It had taken less than five minutes, if he had counted right, and only now was a black SUV driving to the edge above the water.

The Survivor waited and watched as several men got out of the car and cautiously walked to the back and opened the rear door of the large vehicle. "You weighted the bag pretty damn well," Survivor heard one of them say to the other, from far below as the criminals reached into the back of the car, "I can barely lift this sonuvab**ch!"

As soon as the two gangsters pulled the body out of the car, one of them looked over his partner's shoulder and dropped his half of the body that they were carrying, gasping in shock. Puzzled and angered with his partner's actions, the other gangster dropped his own half of the load. "What the hell is your problem, Nicko?!" Nicko, in turn, chose what was probably the smart move, and ran away. It was only then that the remaining gangster noticed the large shadow looming over his own in the white snow.

"The Police have already been called." growled the Survivor. "Your friend won't get far. I'll drag him back here in a minute, once I'm done with you." Suddenly, the criminal reached into his coat and pulled out a gun as he spun around to take aim at the hero. Without a word, and in one swift motion, Adam reached out and snapped the man's wrist, letting the weapon drop uselessly into the snow.

"This is a warning." The Survivor swung the gangster around and into the side of the car, hard, dislocating the arm whose wrist had just been broken, and then bent down to look the small rat of a man in the eyes, "When you're behind bars and get your one phone call, tell Zano to leave town, or he'll be the next piece of garbage that I take out." And with another flawless move, the Survivor knocked the hoodlum out cold and threw him into the back seat of the SUV. It didn't take long to find and engage the accomplice, bring his unconscious body back to the scene of the crime, and lock him in the car as well.

Adam watched from the shadows as two squad cars soon arrived and the two gangsters were stuffed into a new back seat (of the police cruiser this time), and were brought to the station as the second car remained at the scene until the SUV and dead body on the ground could be processed and brought in.

All in a good night's work, thought the Survivor. Let's see how far I can punch my way through this foodchain.

 

[Karem-Knight]

Lost Haven: Somewhere in East Central Island;

Franco Zano and his nephew Joey Testfara were staying in a motel, late at night, their lives were in danger. Sonny Carlo had just attacked directly, no one else expected an attack like this, oh no. It was uncalled for in the La Cosa Nostra of Lost Haven, never since the 1920’s has anyone ever attacked an entire administration, now Franco knew Sonny wanted power more then ever, but what was more important was finding out the rat who had double crossed the family.

Franco had been thinking about it all night, being left sleepless, it was no doubt about it, one of his closest allies had betrayed him, being 100% sure the attack would have worked.

Jackie.

No, he would never do that, Jackie had known Franco longer then anyone, he sat down worried drinking water while his nephew watched TV, Franco kept thinking to himself and then all of a sudden the phone rang.

“Hello?”

“Frankie?”

Jackie, his squeaky voice was easy to identify, this was a trick, doubting that he was the rat, a tactic all the capos have been phoning Franco. Now he had to choose his words carefully or else Jackie could turn against him and side with the Carlos to bring him down.

“Yeah, Hey Jackie.”

“Listen, I just heard what happened, Jesus ****ing Christ! Are you all right?”

“I’m fine! Just a little uneasy at the moment Jackie, it’s Christmas ****ing Eve and my family are hiding!”

“I know what you mean Frankie!”

“Listen, I can’t stay in the phone long, just listen all right? I want you to lay low and keep safe. I can’t lose any more major players, Johnny Bengali’s dead, a bunch of people from the West are dead to, so keep your face down!”

“WAIT! Frankie, listen I need to tell you something about the West!”

“What is it?”

“Those two guys that Johnny sent just before he died? To kill that cop? Well one of the others came down and beat the **** out of them, Nicko is thinking of turning as a rat, Ralph on the other. He’s staying clean and is going into trial.”

Franco sighed, “Jesus ****ing Christ! Okay look, I’m meeting with our friend in the D.A. and I’ll talk to him see if he can get this cleared, it won’t be easy but I’ll try. He’s going to keep things low on the war front, plus I’ve sent Luigi to shut the press up so we don’t get any **** from them either, Nicko is going to have to be gone, Ralph has to do time for the family because right now we can’t risk this. I’ll call you later!”

“Okay, see you later Frank!”

Franco put his cell phone down and rubbed his face with his hands, tired, the entire family could collapse because of the Carlos. He needed something to turn to, then the thought came to him.

The Others.

No! How can he do such a thing, on the one hand it would keep the “heroes” out of the way, on the other hand the other bosses would freak out and be sure to try and kill Frank, it could go all the way to the old country, in Sicily and through the entire nation. Hell is own family could kill him for this, unless it was a secret between him and Luigi, keep things tightened and to make sure there’s no heat between them.

But then, the heroes would be on his ass even more, hiring the “villains” to do there dirty work, eh, what did Frank care about? A hero ****s with them; a villain comes back and hits the hero. Mob guys hit Franco? Villains hit them, either way Frankie wins!

“Hey Frankie, what we doing tomorrow?”

“Meeting with my friend the DA, getting this **** between the Carlos at a minimal, once that’s cleared I can go to Vegas with Jackie and Lu, and take out all the out other bosses.”

“What about the rat? And who’s going to control the family while you’re gone?”

“You and Johnny Maroni!”

“Johnny? I barley know the guy!”

“So? He’s a good leader! Wish I made him Under boss along time ago.”

“Well, what about Jackie?”

“You answered your question?”

The thought came to Joey’s head, “Nah, come on. Jackie as the rat! Frankie he’s been like your brother, you’re closer to him then you are to Lu or me!”

“I know, that’s what makes it more likely.”

 

[Blacklight]

​

Electron/Blacklight team up- Part VI​

"Villian called GunPowder. I tried to take him down, but he nearly killed me. My friend Scout, a fellow super, is nowhere to be found. So I need help to take him down. You in?"​

Chapter 28: Surge pt.4


"Sorry dude, but I'm out. I work alone..." I replied before takeoff and like a torpedo, I crashed into Gigas, knocking him down. He got back up though, and his smirk became a scowl.

"Hast thou gone mad? Dost thou want to be slain at the hands of Lord Gigan's royal servant?"

"If I understood a word you just said, I'd probably be scared, but you're such an idiot, I can't help but feel a bit cocky."

"Then thou's own confidence shall be thy--ERAAAAHH!!"

Then I look behind me to see that kid shooting streams of lightning from his hands until Gigas was down. Now I was pissed off. I had it taken care of. It's one thing to ask help to beat one of your own villains, but you don't take down one of mine without permission! That's superhero code, or at least it shold be...

"Dude, what the hell was that? I told you I work alone!"

 

[Eddie Brock]

Season I, Part 58

It is Christmas Eve. On this night every year, Vince Daniels throws a huge holiday bash at his house. His father, being a politician, is a very wealthy man, and Vince's house is one of the biggest around town. Since Vince and I go way back, I always receive an invitation to his Christmas Eve party. I'm always very happy to go - the party usually ends up as a highlight of the holiday season.

However, this year, I am not so joyous. It is my first Christmas without Jessica. This was always her favorite time of year. She and I would purposefully catch each other under the mistletoe, and we would spend the entire night by the fire. Now, I didn't have that.

Marilyn and I have started to drift apart. I think she can sense what's coming. I still haven't worked up to guts to dump her formally. Not that it really matters. I could never be that romantic with her anyway.

Chrissy has left to travel the world. Our parting was so abrupt, and I wish I could have gotten to know her better.

And, as an added kicker, Brooke had a family get-together to attend. So she wasn't going to be here.

Therefore, for the first time in years, Sean Abbott was going to Vince's party alone. And it bummed me out to no end. I still spent the night around the fire, but there was no one next to me on the couch. Meanwhile, all around me, people were dancing and laughing.

I should have gone on patrol tonight. At least when I'm Mantis, I don't have time to think about all this depressing stuff.

Finally fed up with being reminded of my solitude, I decided to get away from all the action of the party. I made my way upstairs and slipped out onto the roof through a bedroom window. I allowed myself to sit out there - snowflakes cascading over me.

After a while of sitting in silence, I hear someone ask, "Is this seat taken?"

I turn to see Brooke creeping through the window. I instinctively get up and give her a hand. Once she's out on the roof, I offer her my coat. "What are you doing here? I thought you couldn't come."

"My family party ended early," she explains. "I thought I'd drop by and say 'hello.' "

After she clears a spot to sit down, I ask, "How'd you find me?"

She smiles. "I asked Jim, and he said that he didn't know where you were," she responds, "So I thought about where you could be, and I figured that you would want to go somewhere quiet." She looks around at the crisp, clear night. "It doesn't get much quieter than this."

As I gaze up at the stars in the night sky, I state, "It would be so much more different if she was here."

Brooke puts her arm around me. "I know," she assures with the most perfect tone of understanding. "It must be terrible to go through this first holiday without a loved one."

I pause for a while, thinking about everything. Finally, I instinctively reply, "Well, you're here." I turn to look at her.

When she returns my gaze, her eyes are twinkling - and I think it's because of more than the reflection of the snow. She embraces me tightly and buries her chin in my shoulder. "You're the greatest guy ever."

I kiss the top of her head. "Merry Christmas, Brooke."
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[Climperoonie]

Chapter 28: Surge pt.4


"Sorry dude, but I'm out. I work alone..." I replied before takeoff and like a torpedo, I crashed into Gigas, knocking him down. He got back up though, and his smirk became a scowl.

"Hast thou gone mad? Dost thou want to be slain at the hands of Lord Gigan's royal servant?"

"If I understood a word you just said, I'd probably be scared, but you're such an idiot, I can't help but feel a bit cocky."

"Then thou's own confidence shall be thy--ERAAAAHH!!"

Then I look behind me to see that kid shooting streams of lightning from his hands until Gigas was down. Now I was pissed off. I had it taken care of. It's one thing to ask help to beat one of your own villains, but you don't take down one of mine without permission! That's superhero code, or at least it shold be...

"Dude, what the hell was that? I told you I work alone!"

Electron/Blacklight team up- Part VI

"Oh, erm, sorry, you looked like you were in a spot of bother, thought I should help out slightly...." I say. It kinda came out as if I was embaressed, hopefully Blacklight shouldn't notice....​

 

[trustyside-kick]

Zadkiel Flows through You

I awake, to where at first I do not know. It takes me a while to recognize my own apartment. Was the fall that hard? Was it--wait a second. I didn't fall. I couldn't have fell. I would be dead. Then how did I get here? Is that...the sun is just now rising? How long was I out?

"Calm yourself, Michael."

I turn my head over and I see Bath Kol sitting, arms crossed and holding prayer beads in his hands, staring at me as I lay in my bed. I get up, and lean my upper body against the bedpost, allowing my aching body to rest easy.

"What happened? What day is it?"

"You committed a most foolish act, Michael. Most foolish. This is not like those movies and films on the television, or those fictional tales. You cannot simply fly up to Heaven. Even if one could, you would not be able to pass through regardless. The Gates of Saint Peter will not open for you; not yet."

I remember somewhat, now. But...I don't feel the same. Why is that? Was it really just an emotional outburst? He didn't answer both questions, however.

"What day is it?"

"It is Thursday, Michael. You were out cold for the duration of Wednesday after I caught your fall. You must remember to be more calm about this whole ordeal, Micheal. You really should."

"That shouldn't be an issue. For some strange reason...I am calm. At least, more calm than I normally would be. I--I do not quite understand."

"Zadkiel."

"Hmm?"

"Zadkiel is the Archangel whom watches over you today, Michael. You really must try to understand this all better, or you will truly fail. You fill this sensational, yet confusing, desire to let go all grudges you feel and forgive, yes? When Zadkiel's aura is upon you, you embrace his blessings, as well as exert them on others around you. Such is the way with each Archangel, Michael."

Woah. Isn't that something?

"I thought all this understanding of such a celestial thing as this was something you and Father Damian were for. How can you, or God, expect me to hold this all on my own?"

I expect some sympathy. Something. Anything. Anything at all that is positive from Bath Kol. Do I want some pity right now? Yea. Sure. Is that such a bad thing considering the whole situation right now? But, no. That's not what I get.

"...You simply must."

"I'm only human!"

"Half."

"You don't know what it's like, okay?!"

I...I have to clear my head a bit, so I get up from my bed, removing the sheets, and walk out of my bedroom and walk over to the living room of my apartment. I sit on the couch for a brief moment, and look over at the window.

Fresh air. Yea, that'll help. So I get up from the couch and open the window, spreading the drapes open wide. I feel the shine of the sun and the faint cool of the wind rush at my face and embrace it. After a good indulging of fresh air, I drop back to my couch, and turn on the 'ol TV.

"Hope will guide you."

"What?"

I turn, and there is Bath Kol again, floating into the living room through my window.

"Faith will keep you strong."

"I do not understand what all of this is--"

"Love will drive you."

That's when it hits me.

That's when I understand.

That's when the boy becomes a man.

This isn't just about me. Sure, I get a one-way ticket to Heaven instead of an eternity in Purgatory...but it isn't just about me. Each person I help save and change, is another person that much closer to reaching Salvation and Penance. I have to put others ahead of myself. They are really what it's about. Me? I'm just another one of God's servants.

And now, the man becomes The Archangel.

 

[Matt Murdock]

"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."​

IC: Bennie Farmer Part XVIII

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

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

 

[Spike_x1]

This was the time of year to spend with family and friends in front of a warm fireplace and drinking eggnog. The Survivor, unfortunately, had no family, and the closest thing that he had to a friend was most likely spending his time zipping around Chicago at superspeeds and pleasing his own friends and family.

As it was right now, Adam stood motionless on the railing of a fire escape overlooking the large Christmas tree that had been set up in front of the steps to City Hall. Lost Haven may not have been the greatest city to live in, but to see the effect that the tree was having on everyone who walked by, the smiles appearing on their faces, it almost made Survivor forget about how much he disliked the populous for a few precious moments. It hadn't been too long ago that Adam had visited the scene of an attempted hit on a small gathering of the Zano gang's higher-ups, by what the authorities were assuming were Carlos' men. It seemed that Zano and his soldiers had gotten the drop on the hit squad, however, and a car riddled with bullets, and corpses turned to swiss cheese, had been found with the murder weapons piled off to the side, all stolen and clean of any fingerprints. Frankie Zano wasn't dead and there were no leads to his current whereabouts either.

So, with no clues to go on for the moment, the Survivor decided to take a deep breath and attempt to enjoy the Christmas season. "I need something to hit," he sighed while looking at the large glowing tree below him.

 

[Feature]

AGNUS DEI
Season I - Part 9


The amnesiac rushed out of Wycazik's office and stormed down the hall.

"Wait!" Wycazik called after him.

"Leave me alone!" The amnesiac cried.

"Please!"

Finally, the amnesiac stopped. He was shuddering.

"What is the matter?"

"I'm not... him. I'm not divine. Don't try to push that idea on me."

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you. I didn't know... I didn't think you'd react like this."

The amnesiac cringed. He didn't know why he was reacting this way either.

"Look, I just... if I'm going to figure this out, I need to focus. I can't start thinking that this is a good thing. Me being in this condition... it's not a good thing, okay?"

"Alright, alright. I'm sorry."

"I'm a man. Nothing more. I know that much. I can... I can feel it. And I need to find out exactly who I am and get back to my life. I might even have a family for God's sake."

Wycazik frowns.

"Sorry." The amnesiac says bashfully, as a statue of Christ looks down at him.

"Do what you must, my son. I am here for you... as is He."


* * * * * * * * * *


"Cronin?"

"Yes?"

In a small, darkened laboratory, one man approaches another.

"Volkaw would like you to try again."

"What?"

The second man, Cronin, spins in his chair to regard the first.

"Am I not clear? Volkaw would like you to try locating the subject again."

Cronin sighs in frustration.

"I've already tried once. It's exhausting. I can't possibly do it again."

"I'm afraid Volkaw disagrees."

Rubbing his temples, Cronin exhales softly.

"I couldn't make contact, okay? I don't know where he's gone."

"All Volkaw asks is that you try."

For a moment, both men are silent. Cornin regards his visitor. His name is James Pollard, and he is nothing but a lackey. Volkaw's personal assitant.

"It won't work. And it isn't my job."

"You abilities make you better suited to search for him than the rest of us."

"He should never have been given the opportunity to escape in the first place."

"Irrelvant. What's done is done. Now... will you try again?"

Cronin gives Pollard a sour look. It is dangerous, lying to his co-workers like this. If any of them were to find out that Cronin had already made contact with the subject... that he was actually the catalyst in the subject's escape and that he was determined to keep the subject away from the rest of them... Cronin would be killed.

He thought about this as he looked at Pollard's moutain of a body. That blond giant looked as though he'd been carved from stone.

"Fine." Cronin said grudgingly.

He sliped a hat over his bald, scarred head and pulled on a trenchcoat. Dressed in this way, he would be hard to identify, save for the goggles. This was how he'd looked the last time he'd approached the subject.

​

"I'll be back shortly."

With that, Brendan Cronin simply winked out of existence, leaving empty air in his place.

 

[NiteMare Shape]

Icon​

Jed Pederson pulls hard on the brakes for the "C" train heading into Midtown. The train should be slowing for its scheduled stop at the Emerald Square station, however, it isn't. In fact, the "C" train is picking up speed.

At first, the passengers don't realize that anything is wrong, until they arrive at Emerald Square, and instead of stopping, the train blasts through nearly knocking over some of the people who were standing on the ramp, just alittle too close to the yellow line. The passengers watch as the lights that line the inside of the subway tracks begin moving faster and faster, that is when a sudden surge of panic begins to come over the people inside.

A woman screams out, voicing everyone's worst fear. "We're going to die!" Then sits in her seat silently praying something stops the train. While she is doing this, the train passes several more stops, as it approaches the end of the line, and the concrete collision barrier that sits there.

Jed violently pulls on the brakes while simultaneously screams into the radio trying to explain his situation. Then he stops, shaking his head in disbelief as he sees something that he couldn't possibly have seen. A blue and silver blur streaking past the windows of the conductor's car and continuing on up ahead of the train. Then he looks ahead and sees a man standing in the tracks in front of him, the train will hit the man in seconds.

Icon stares down the train as it approaches; he steps on the third rail, sparks flying as electricity can be seen going up into the hero. He silently hopes that cutting the power supply from the third rail will slow the train enough not to cause the train to jackknife upon impact. Icon braces himself as the train hits him.

The train continues on its path as Icon strains, pushing against the train's forward momentum.He pushes harder, and he can feel it begin to slow. Icon can feel the crash barrier looming ahead, realizing that he has to push harder, he does, giving one last forceful push back, and this time....the train stops, mere yards from the crash barrier.

Off in the shadows of the tunnel, just out of sight from onlookers at the final platform before the end of the subway line, a man stands watching the events on the train unfold. He watches as Icon goes into the conductor's car to check on the man who was operating the train, and then as Icon goes into the passenger cars to reassure the passengers.

The man reaches into his pocket and produces a cell phone and quickly dials a number.
"Cruz, it's Jenkins. Test one is a complete success."

 

[Blacklight]

Chapter 29: Surge pt.5

Electron/Blacklight team up- Part VI​

"Oh, erm, sorry, you looked like you were in a spot of bother, thought I should help out slightly...." I say. It kinda came out as if I was embaressed, hopefully Blacklight shouldn't notice....​

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

 

[Eddie Brock]

Season I, Part 59

The holidays really fly by, don't they? It seems like just yesterday that I was on the roof of Vince's house during his Christmas Eve party, and now it's New Year's Eve. You know what that means? School comes back soon. Yeah, that's just what I need right now. Don't get me wrong - I'm not one of those kids that hates school for the sake of hating school. Hell, I wouldn't mind it if they didn't make us work.

Maybe my standards are too high?

There will be no Mantis tonight. I think it's safe to say that Lost Haven won't burn down if I take one night off. After all, it is the holidays. Besides, I'd have a Hell of a time trying to sneak away from my entire family tonight. It's just not worth it - not when I can be inside.

I really wish Brooke was here. Who am I supposed to kiss when the ball drops? On the bright side, it looks like Vicky isn't having any better luck. It's not that I don't want my sister to date someone - it's just that misery loves company.

So I'm watching Rockin' New Year's Eve - as I'm sure most families do - and something catches my eye. Upon further examination, I realize that Chrissy is in Times Square.

"Oh my God," I gasp aloud.

My mother runs to my side, asking, "What is it?"

I point at the TV screen. "It's Chrissy!" I announce excitedly.

"Our Chrissy?" Mom squints. "She's made it to New York already?"

"I guess so," I respond honestly. "She said that she wanted to see the world. Where better to start than New York City?"

Mom looks at Chrissy until the camera moves. Once the moment is over, she returns to the party. Meanwhile, I'm still sitting on the couch in disbelief. What are the odds that I would see Chrissy on TV? It was such a neat moment to round out 2007 with.

Minutes later, the countdown begins.

10...

9...

For auld lang syne, my dear,

8...

7...

For auld lang syne,

6...

5...

We'll take a cup o' kindness yet,

4...

3...

For auld lang syne.*

2...

1...

Here's to 2008. May it be the greatest year of my young, crime-fighting life.

(OOC: Ditto - only minus the 'crime-fighting' part.)
* - lyrics from Auld Lang Syne by Robert Burns
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[Saved]

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Strike the Heart Part III

Tony Viti sits at the desk in his office quietly. He holds various sheets of paper in his hand as he leans back in his chair. He takes a deep sigh and smiles. He sifts through the papers, skimming over the paragraphs. A large bolt of lightening streaks across the sky, illuminating his office through the large window behind him.

As the loud sound of thunder crackles and booms rattling the windows, Tony’s security guard walks in the room.

“Hey, boss. I’m headed out for the night. You good here?”

“Yes.” He says with a smile. “Sales are up, and I got a lot of work to handle tonight.”

“Alright then. I’ll see you in a couple hours.”

“Will do, Clancy.” Tony turns his back to the guard, and goes back to his paper work. The guard slowly closes the door, and walks down the hallway to the stairs. Viti places the paper work on the desk. He rubs his face roughly, as he struggles to stay awake. He rubs his eyes, and places his elbows on the desk.

“Aw, God. I ain’t cut out for this stuff anymore. Too much work.” He laughs softly to himself, and picks the papers back up in his hands. He leans back in the chair once again, and yawns. Another bolt of lightening cracks through the sky followed by the loud boom of thunder. As the sky fades back to darkness, a foreign object suddenly breaks through the window behind Tony. Small shards of glass cover the floor and desk as Viti falls to the floor in a panic.

“Holy hell!” He yells in shock. “What the hell was that?”

Another loud noise echoes throughout the room as another object breaks through the glass. As the object hit’s the floor, it makes a loud thud. More small pieces of glass cover the floor, and Viti covers himself; thrusting his arms over his head and curling up on the floor.

After a few moments of silence, he pulls his arms from his head, and looks around the room. He carefully moves over the sharp pieces of glass, as he surveys the room. As he crawls around the room, he finds something lying on the floor.

“What’s this?” He whispers to himself. As he moves closer, he sees something shine off the object. He looks closer, and realizes the mysterious item is a knife. “My…God.” He exclaims in terror. Another flash of lightening illuminates the room. The bright light casts a shadow on the wall. Viti stares at the shadow in horror as it reveals the shape of a man. The lightening fades, and the shadow falls back into darkness.

Viti quickly makes a move for his desk, rolling across the floor. He reaches his sanctuary, and leans up against the side of it. He slowly moves his arm around to one of the drawers. His fingers grasp the handle carefully, and he begins to pull the drawer out. He pulls it out about halfway, and reaches his hand inside. His fingers grasp onto the handle of a cold metal magnum pistol. He cautiously pulls the weapon from the drawer and brings his arm close to his body.

As his fingers slowly push the safety off the gun, he rises to his feet. Something suddenly moves swiftly in the corner, and Viti fires a shot from his gun toward the figure.

“Who are you!” He shouts in rage. “Answer me, or I’ll blow your head open!”

Viti hears a noise, and turns around to see the papers on his desk blow off and into the air. As he continues to stare, he sees the lamp on his desk suddenly be pushed off, and crash on the floor.

“What the hell are you!” He yells, his finger gripping the trigger of his gun tighter. “Show yourself.”

A bolt of lightening flashes again outside the window, lingering in the sky. Tony looks around on the floor, and to his surprise, realizes the knife is no longer in sight. He quickly looks around the room, searching for the metallic blade’s shine. As the bolt disappears, the room goes back to darkness. Tony’s heart begins to beat rapidly and his breathing becomes heavy. He stays still and silent as he listens intently, hoping to hear the sound of the figure in the room.

Tony’s patience wears away quickly as he begins to slowly walk toward the door. He hears the sound of the intense rain outside through the broken window, and the sounds of the street below. Tony’s arm become limp as they shake furiously in fear. Sweat drips down his forehead in large drops, and his hands quickly become moist. Suddenly, Viti becomes irrational as his fear takes hold of him.

“Show yourself, coward! You’ll get nothing from me!” He rants. “I’m Tony Viti! You know how many people have tried to kill me! You’re no different! You won’t kill me!” Tony clenches his teeth as a sneer comes across his face. He shakes his gun in the air as his grip on the gun tightens. “Who are you?”

“Death.” A voice answers from the darkness.

“Ah!” Tony yells as he begins to fire his pistol. His shots are random, their fired with no aim. As his finger pulls back on the trigger rapidly, he yells as loud as he can. Within only seconds, Tony hears the empty click from his gun, and a cold dark feeling comes over him. He suddenly feels a pain in his chest like a powerful punch. He stumbles backward, and looks around the room frantically.

“Where are you?” He shouts as he feels another intense feeling of pain in his stomach. “Answer me!” He says as he winces in pain. Suddenly, Tony flies backward as a sharp feeling of pain comes from the center of his torso. He violently slams into the wall behind him, leaving a large dent. He tries to move forward only to be hit with another intense feeling of pain, thrusting him back up against the wall. His head hit’s the wall with great force, and he falls to the floor in pain, dropping the gun to the floor. His eyes shut for a moment as he struggles to recover. He slowly opens his eyes, and groggily looks around the room. As he looks up, he sees a figure moving toward him. He tries to get up, but his body stays still. The figure steps in front of him, and grabs him by his shirt. He lifts him in the air, and slams him back up against the wall. A flash of lightening lights up the room, and Tony suddenly realizes the identity of his attacker as the light reveals his face.

“Pulse...” He says in a slur as he stares into the red eyes of his mask.

“Hello, Mr. Viti.” Pulse says in a harsh tone. “How are the sales?”

“You’re…here to kill me?” Viti asks as he gasps for air.

“It depends.” Pulse says as he lowers Viti a few inches.

“On?”

“How well you cooperate.”

“What do you want?” Viti asks as he begins to look Pulse up and down.

“Answers. Who supplies the drug shipments to Blitzen?”

“Ha, ha.” Viti laughs. “I thought you fought those gang, Pulse. When did you get interested in the drug world?” Pulse growls in anger as he thrusts Viti up against the wall.

“Since you bastards started infecting my city like a plague! Who supplies the sales?”

“I do.” Viti smirks, his teeth shining in the dim light from the street.

“I knew you were behind it you worm. It’s always been you. Even since the Anderson Jay trial.”

“Anderson Jay?” He says curiously. “You were around for that?”

“I’ve been tracking you monsters down for years. It’s only recently that I’ve been able to do something about it.”

“I wasn’t involved then. Well, with Blitzen anyway.”

“What?”

“Yeah. Back then, I was just startin out. You know…petty theft here, few murders there. Meaningless tasks.”

“Meaningless?” Pulse yells as he slaps Viti across the face. “You call murder meaningless?”

“Well, you certainly don’t treat it as if it’s a big deal.” He says with an evil smirk. “I’m always getting word you’ve killed some gangbangers. It’s only been recently that you’ve been getting in my way. Like your incident with my drug runners a few days ago.”

“It’s only recently I found out the drugs were coming from Lost Haven!”

“Oh come on, Pulse! Don’t be stupid! You've been tracking us down for years and you never figured this out? Ha! Where else could the shipments come from? New York? Miami? F***ing Timbuktu? They’ve always come from Haven.” Pulse sighs as he loosens his grip. Tony smiles as his eyes catch the shine of something strapped to Pulse’s waist. He looks closer, and sees a large knife attached to him.

“You’re right. I’ve been blinded. I should have known it was you infecting my city years ago.”

“Your city?” Viti laughs. “It’s not your city! It’s mine!”

“Not anymore!” Pulse quickly grabs the knife from his waist, and shoves the blade deep into Tony Viti’s stomach. Pulse smiles proudly beneath his mask as he twists the blade inside Viti’s body. He feels the warm blood run over his hand and soak the glove of his suit. Viti begins to cough as his arms gasp at Pulse’s arm. Blood spouts from his mouth as his grip on Pulse’s arm weakens. Within moments, Viti becomes limp, and his eyes begin to flutter in their sockets. Pulse rips the blade from his body, and drops him to the floor.

“See you in hell, Viti.” Pulse grasps the blade in his hand, and wipes the blood from it. He attaches the blade onto the piece of cloth on his suit, and walks over to the desk. He leans down to the floor, and picks up a few of the sheets of paper on the floor. Pulse begins scanning the pages, looking for any pertinent information. As Pulse quickly reads, his concentration is suddenly broken by the sound of Viti’s voice.

“You…fool.” He says with a cough. “Killing me…won’t stop this. All you’ve done is made things…w-worse.”

“Ha. I doubt that.” Pulse scoffs.

“You would. You’re so naïve. My superiors, my other partners…they’ll come looking for you.”

“No one will know I was here.” Pulse says, turning to Tony’s dying body. “And if they did, let them come after me. It will only make my job easier.”

“Good.” Viti says with a weak laugh. “Just wait til Zano finds out.”

“Who?” Pulse asks, his interest suddenly perked. “Who is Zano?”

“Hm, ha.” Viti says with a smile. “You’ll find out soon…enough.”

“Tell me now!”

“Go f*** yourself!”

“Enough!” Pulse grabs the knife on his waist, and throws it at Tony. He sends a powerful shockwave from his hand behind the blade, sending it like a bullet through the air. The knife soon reaches Tony, and sinks itself deep in his forehead. The blade cuts through the bone of his skull with ease, and Viti’s head drops to the floor like a rock. Blood begins to drip from the blade, and Pulse smiles beneath his mask.

“Thanks for the warning.” Pulse turns back and continues to look through the papers. After a few moments of silence, Pulse looks up from the documents. “Franco Zano. Crime leader. So, my search is finally coming to an end. At last, I will be able to cut off the source.” Pulse looks up from the papers, and over at the dead body of Tony Viti. He takes a deep sigh, and an evil smirk comes across Pulse’s face beneath his tattered mask. “Get ready, Zano. You’re next.”