The Create-A-Hero RPG Season II IC Thread

[Carnage27]

Becoming the Hero
Part 2
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He stands, towering over me, and offers me his hand, which I shake, “My name is Chiron, Desmond. And we have a lot to speak about.”

"Sit down, sweetheart," mom says, obviously worried about the incredibly confused look on my face. Mom's never talked about this guy before. Hell, she's never talked about any guy before. And it makes me nervous. Is she dating? Is this my...father?

I take a seat on the big recliner in the room, and then the name rings a bell, "Wait a minute. Chiron? Like the trainer of heroes in Greek mythology? Weird name, dude."

The man smiles as he sits back down, "Ah, you've heard of me."

What the ****? That just confuses me more. Chiron would have lived thousands of years ago.

"Yea, I'm a fan of Greek literature. It's one of the few things I'm actually passionate about."

"Des," mom says, obviously a little shaken, "I need to talk to you. It's about your father."

My eyes dart back and forth between the man sitting in our living room and my mom. If this is the guy, he seems like a certified nut job. But then again, I'm the one who can hear dead people. Maybe it runs in the family.

"Haha," Chiron laughs, raising up his arms, "It's not me, my friend. But I am a friend of his."

"Desmond...you're father. He's...well he's Hades, the God of the Underworld," she says.

Now I think she's crazy, and give her the same look I just gave the giant man in the suite, before busting out laughing, "Oh come on, mom. You can't be serious?"

"She's dead serious, Desmond. Think about what has been happening to you. You can here the dead, can't you? And you've been getting stronger and faster by the day. Strange things have been happening to you, and it's due to your lineage. You are a son of Olympus. And if your father is correct, a powerful one at that."

I look over at mom, who's obviously shaken that it's taken her this long to tell me, but I don't blame her. I never would have believed her when I was younger, and if I did, I probably would have been scared out of my wits.

"How'd you..." I trail off. I can't believe what I'm hearing, but everything he says makes sense. And I feel myself believing him. In the stories, the gods often sired children with mortals, but I always though they were just that: stories. If this is true...Wow. Just wow.

"I know because every son and daughter of an Olympian gains a specific set of powers. Powers that you need to learn to control if you are to survive the war."

"War? What war? The aliens are gone. There's no war," I say confused.

​

A grim look comes over Chiron's face, "There is always a war, Desmond. The war between good and evil never has a respite, never signs a cease fire. Your father believes this war will soon land on your door step, and has sent me to ensure you survive it. Your training begins tonight. I will return here to retrieve you."

 

[trustyside-kick]

Guardians HQ
Lost Haven

Now

I'm racing around the corner of the HQ when a serious wind hits me, almost hurrican force. I kick it into high gear to try to beat through the wind resistance. The blinding wind blinds me as I run through the hallways and spaces of the HQ.​

The first to arrive and to answer the call is of course Matt Byrd, the Blue Blur. Of all the members of The Guardians, it is the speedster whom Michael has had the closest friendship and bond with. While very different personalities, on the battlefield they have something greatly in common: they both sometimes treat it like a game. Michael's head notions to the west, as he can hear the Blue Blur trying to race against the gusts of wind he has unleashed throughout the beast.

"Who is it? Are The Guardians already here?"

"No. Not all of them, my Goddess. The fast one known as the Blue Blur has arrived; my frie--....my enemy."

NO! Not my enemy. He's...my FRIEND! Matt is my friend, he--AARRGGGH!!

Without needing an order from his new 'deity' whom he worships, Michael is gone with the wind at turbine speed. Flying through the base, seeking out the speedster, the Archangel wears a smile upon his face as Goddess slowly follows behind him, levitating with a look of glee upon her face. As Michael comes face to face with the Blur, his friend looks at him with confusion.

Matt...no...Matt, run dude!...RUN!

"Welcome home, Matthew. Impulsive as ever, you are the first to arrive. My Goddess decrees that your body be broken. Do not count on my heavenly touch to heal you this time around. When I'm through with you, the rest shall fall like dominoes."

Summoning an orb of wind around Michael, acting as a constant flowing shield to protect him from all kinds of attacks, the angel-fire winged former hero glides at his now former ally.

 

[Byrd Man]

Blue Blur​

Still struggling against the wind, I see a flicker of motion and a flutter of wings.

"Mike! What's going on, man? I got an emergency call on my pager. Nice costume by the way, didn't you realize purple is so last year? Also, what's up with the wind? Don't you have a day when you go to Taco Bell and become the master of breaking wind or something?"

Without needing an order from his new 'deity' whom he worships, Michael is gone with the wind at turbine speed. Flying through the base, seeking out the speedster, the Archangel wears a smile upon his face as Goddess slowly follows behind him, levitating with a look of glee upon her face. As Michael comes face to face with the Blur, his friend looks at him with confusion.

Matt...no...Matt, run dude!...RUN!

"Hello...Earth to Archangel? I'm still trying to run through this farkakte wind!"

"Welcome home, Matthew. Impulsive as ever, you are the first to arrive. My Goddess decrees that your body be broken. Do not count on my heavenly touch to heal you this time around. When I'm through with you, the rest shall fall like dominoes."

Summoning an orb of wind around Michael, acting as a constant flowing shield to protect him from all kinds of attacks, the angel-fire winged former hero glides at his now former ally.

I hit the brakes and start to run with the wind, avoiding Archangel as he flies by.

"Dude what's going on?! That new costume mess up your brain?"

 

[LouFerignoDemon]

Even from far back and high, Goddess could tell the Blur was fast, and if Goddess remembered correctly, the others were strong and powerful. Her pawn would need more than he had to offer.


"Divine...But still weak..." Goddess extended her right hand outward, opening it up, and filling the room with her cryptic, unsettling, oddly more legible spellcasting. Michael would cry out, as his wind faltered, and then began to burst more violently, his body covered with runes in spirals running the entire length of his body.

"Let my Knight be reinforced, in mind, body, speed, and spirit. Michael... Convert him or crush him. Any mercy, and your fate will be no better." her only words for Michael.

 

[trustyside-kick]

Blessed by his new Goddess, such newfound strength and power begins to flow through Michae's body. He smiles, tilting his head back as though in a state of ecstasy with his eyes nearly rolling backward into his skull he enjoys the feeling so much.

Michael... Convert him or crush him. Any mercy, and your fate will be no better." her only words for Michael.

That is when Michael comes back to reality, his head almost snapping back from its previous position as he looks down at his former blue and silver clad ally who remains on the ground. The gaze upon his face is a frightful one, for any of those close to Matthew who could see him now. It is almost a demented and sadistic smile upon his face, as he raises his hands in the air, for the fact that his Goddess hovers just above and behind him.

"Rejoice, Matthew. For my Goddess is a merciful one. Should you choose to simply join us, I shall not have to decorate this magnificent facility with your blood. After all, we make for one heck of an awesome team, don't ya think?"

But the power is...too much fun. He cannot simply control himself. Before he can even gather an answer from the Blue Blur, instantly Michael shoots for a gust of wind, obliterating the desk to bits as his foe uses his speed and cunning to dodge the attack.

"What do you say, bud?!"

Swinging both arms in a forward, horizontal arc motion, wind slashes through the air, slicing at the Blue Blur's costume the second Michael sees his foe slow down from the previous evaded attack.

 

[Byrd Man]

That is when Michael comes back to reality, his head almost snapping back from its previous position as he looks down at his former blue and silver clad ally who remains on the ground. The gaze upon his face is a frightful one, for any of those close to Matthew who could see him now. It is almost a demented and sadistic smile upon his face, as he raises his hands in the air, for the fact that his Goddess hovers just above and behind him.

"Rejoice, Matthew. For my Goddess is a merciful one. Should you choose to simply join us, I shall not have to decorate this magnificent facility with your blood. After all, we make for one heck of an awesome team, don't ya think?"

But the power is...too much fun. He cannot simply control himself. Before he can even gather an answer from the Blue Blur, instantly Michael shoots for a gust of wind, obliterating the desk to bits as his foe uses his speed and cunning to dodge the attack.

"What do you say, bud?!"

Swinging both arms in a forward, horizontal arc motion, wind slashes through the air, slicing at the Blue Blur's costume the second Michael sees his foe slow down from the previous evaded attack.

I zip around and dodge the gusts of air, although I'm a bit too slow and a cut is my reward. The bloody cut instantly heals and I stare up at my friend.

"Mike! What's wrong with you?! Are you..."

Oh, God...maybe all the loss he's had with his loved ones, maybe.....maybe he finally snapped.

"Listen, Mike...How about you come with me? We can go see someone and try to get everything figured out?"

 

[Rain Dog]

The vigilante squeezes off several shots directly at my chest. His reaction catches me off gaurd, and I phase from where I was standing as the man fired, to a few feet away from him.


"Bad move." I say as I strike the vigilante in the jaw, knocking him to the ground.

"You've been making quite the mess around here. It's time for it to stop."

[BLACKOUT]"Ugh!"[/BLACKOUT] the vigilante grunted as he hit the hard ground, dropping his firearm. He quickly fumbled for the gun.

[BLACKOUT]"How the hell did you do that you freak?!" [/BLACKOUT]he shouted as he prepared to fire his pistol again.

RAT-TAT-TAT

The rattle of gun fire echoed through out the night air. But it did not come from the vigilante's pistol. Out of the shadow crept three more dummies, each one completely identical to the other, save for the weapons they carried. The middle one clenched an assault rifle with a smoking barrel, steadily aimed at the Shadow Walker.

[BLACKOUT]"Illuminati agent. Kill it,"[/BLACKOUT] he growled.

 

[trustyside-kick]

I zip around and dodge the gusts of air, although I'm a bit too slow and a cut is my reward. The bloody cut instantly heals and I stare up at my friend.

"Mike! What's wrong with you?! Are you..."

Oh, God...maybe all the loss he's had with his loved ones, maybe.....maybe he finally snapped.

"Listen, Mike...How about you come with me? We can go see someone and try to get everything figured out?"

"You just cannot see it...can you? Understandable. I did not see it at first either. But then Goddess opened up my eyes, and everything changed. I'm sure that she wields the power to do the same for yourself...from what's left of you."

Wielding the wind around him, Michael uses it to pick up random heavy objects in the room, tossing them at the speedster full well knowing that the attacks are useless. The tactics of one such as the Blue Blur are painfully obvious and clear, but Michael knows how to challenge the mind & skill of his opponent.

"There's a thing about teaming up with people. You get to know them; their strengths...weaknesses...you are first and foremost a speedster. Well...try running your way out of this one."

Thrusting wind below Matt's very legs, Michael launches the blue and silver clad hero into the air, keeping him airborne. Then, with all the power he possess, he shoots out the gust of wind and the Blue Blur collides smack clean into the opposing wall. Immediately, another gust of wind is summoned all around the room as the speedster tries to get back on his feet, only to yet again become airborne.

"This scenery is starting to bore me, Matt. But we know how to fix that. We always manage to make fighting...fun. Time to up the playing field a bit."

Like a cat playing with a caught mouse, Michael starts to fly throughout the facility with Matt in tow, dragging him along with a spiral of wind. Flying to the doors of the Training Simulation Room, with them opening immediately as it recognizes his DNA in its archives, Michael drops his prey on the floors of the room.

And as the Blue Blur finally is able to collect himself, Michael gives commands to the central computer that controls the functions of the room.

"Computer, override code TSK-022."

"Code TSK-022 recognized. Simulation scenario 12.228.7 activating."

"You see, being cooped up in this place has its advantages. I know this place like the back of my hand given I've had to live here, while you've went on with your life; unaffected from the invasion. Prepare yourself, Matt. This fight ends with my hand firmly grasped around your heart."

Becoming airborne like that of a bird of prey taunting its dinner, Michael swoops around the Blue Blur, waiting to strike.

 

[Byrd Man]

And as the Blue Blur finally is able to collect himself, Michael gives commands to the central computer that controls the functions of the room.

"Computer, override code TSK-022."

"Code TSK-022 recognized. Simulation scenario 12.228.7 activating."

"You see, being cooped up in this place has its advantages. I know this place like the back of my hand given I've had to live here, while you've went on with your life; unaffected from the invasion. Prepare yourself, Matt. This fight ends with my hand firmly grasped around your heart."

Becoming airborne like that of a bird of prey taunting its dinner, Michael swoops around the Blue Blur, waiting to strike.

I start to race around the room as the surroundings shift and change. Suddenly, Mike and I are in the middle of the Roman Colosseum. I slide to a stop in the dirt and look around.

"Dammit. Not one of Kensei's programs."

Mythological creatures: the Minotaur, Griffin, and Sphinx come racing out of the stadium's shadows to fight. They're programed to attack anyone, both Archangel and myself.

"Listen, buddy," I say to Mike as he hovers above me.

"You're talking crazy about some goddess. Your name is Archangel, you're the right hand of God or something, right? What happened to your 'Holy Firey Sword of God'?"

Before he can answer, the Minotaur stomps between the two of us and we scatter to avoid the monster.

 

[Hound55]

“Breaking into a bank and taking out a security guard, no problem at all.”

That’s right Vigilante doesn’t know that I can only use two powers at the same time.

I then use my vision ability to locate the where about of the guards. I see that both of them our on the opposite parts of the building standing in front of doors.

I then walk up to Vigilante right before we begin to enter and whisper to him. “I think your right about them watching us. There are only two guards in a bank watching it? Something doesn’t seem right about that. Anyways there is one at the east part of the building and the other at the west. If you don’t mind I’m get the one the west side.”

Right before entering I tell him. “Watch your back. I have a funny feeling about this.”

"Yeah, kid. You're telling me..." Isaac thinks to himself. "I've dealt with more security scoping out abandoned warehouses and derelict factories... this is supposed to be a major bank and there's only two guys watching over it?" "THAT does not add up. ...and people who are playing with large amounts of money are generally VERY good at adding these kinds of things up..."

Isaac enters the building and furtively creeps down the hall to the main Eastern corridor. Back firmly to the wall he edges his way to the corner. Isaac exhales, feeling very exposed in his red and grey garb and out of his comfortable black gear. Digging into a pouch within the outfit he removes the new iPod. Flipping it over he uses the shiny silver back as a mirror to sneak a peek around the corner.

Nobody.

Nobody is there, but there is a CCTV camera hanging 9ft up the wall, supported by a bracket. Above the camera, a small device with a red light hanging above it.

Well, that fits in. With only two people guarding a major international bank you'd expect at least a few closed circuit cameras around the place. Its still not a great deal of security even with the cameras and the two guards. That was a sticking point, Samson was right. It just didn't make sense.

Watching for longer he could see that every two minutes the red light would flick to green. Isaac took this observation on board and came up with the only logical conclusion.

It's on a circuit... the main monitor or monitors rotate through all of the banks cameras, the light goes green and "You're on the air" with the device above the camera also fitted with a motion sensor, which would override the regular rotation.

Taking another peek around the corner he got more frustrated. He only needed to get about 30 feet... but in two minutes? Moving slowly enough to not be picked up by motion sensors? Plus there's the other concern, he had no idea if Samson even realised the place was being monitored, the longer Isaac delayed the more chance the guards would be alerted of their presence.

There was only one thing to do. Move now. Isaac waited until he saw the light flick from green back to red and slowly came around the corner. He kept his body low with his eyes fixed on the red light, begging it to stay in its crimson state. He crawled at a snail's pace, counting the seconds in his head as the light went from the red to a new, unnerving amber colour. Isaac froze, his heart beat in his chest like a heavy bass as he glared up at the light willing it to revert to its red nature. Seconds spilled over, going to waste as he counted them off. Seconds he didn't have.

"Fifty - fourty nine - fourty eight..." Isaac counted down. The amber light, as if it were satisfied that it had proved its point, reverted to red. Fourty seven seconds and he was yet to travel half the distance, he couldn't afford another scare like that. He once again crawled forward slightly slower than before. His eyes, as always, fixated on the scarlet light. He concentrated on keeping his heart rate down and counting off the seconds; "thirty three - thirty two - thirty one..." ten feet now. Simple math told him he'd wasted 3/4 of the time to travel only 2/3 of the distance, but he continued, confident that he could still hide his own presence.

"Nine - eight - seven..." five feet... the math doesn't work. [BLACKOUT]"Then f*** math."[/BLACKOUT] "Four - three - two..." three feet...

Fontaine explodes from the darkness, diving and rolling beyond the cameras view. The light bursts to green to catch his movement, but Isaac had already considered this. He'd have covered the distance and the time was close enough to two minutes that any onlookers would believe it to just be the regular rotation.

Isaac gets to his feet and goes back-to-the-wall again. Edging towards the door directly underneath the camera but not in its line of sight. Artificial light shon through the crack underneath the door... his target was beyond it. Isaac started to reach for the door handle when...

His hip.

Isaac ruffled under his tights in a flurry, his hip was vibrating.

[BLACKOUT]"S###, again???"[/BLACKOUT]

Lifting the grey and red he can see a single character, with the electronice blue lighting behind it...

"V" "V" "V" "V"...

This wasn't like before... this wasn't a single member trying to contact him. It was a Fifth level incident. Any higher and chances were you were already dead...

Isaac wasted 5 seconds to evaluate the situation. The way he saw it, he'd not run into anyone other than Samson since arriving back in the country. The others would assume he was almost 20 hours away, since he'd told them beforehand he'd always be there within 24 hours of the call. They hadn't matched the accent up, and had respected his privacy with his old residence that they knew about (not that he let that matter - he swept it clean and moved out) but they knew enough that he was from another country and were thankful for what help he had to offer. So whilst he knew this was of Level V priority he also knew that this could be Samson and his ONE shot at getting after Themis.

You screw this and they go underground. They go underground and you don't hear from them til they're ready.

You get a genecidal group of meta-humans who want to wipe clean "the mistakes of the past" or "the dregs which evolution left behind" or "Fontaine and every other regular Joe on the planet" in a position where they're "ready"...

and, well... that's pretty much a Level V priority incident as well... even when the incident is in his "Home away from Home".

So taking another breathe and trying to concentrate on the job at hand he reaches once again for the doorhandle, pulling it slightly towards him to reduce friction before slowly and silently turning the handle. The guard is seated at a TV set, his back to Isaac and the door.

Isaac leaves the door open for a few seconds before looking to enter. A fortunate second's clarity and he realises exactly what's going on with only two guards... and he knows exactly how to handle it.

Stick with the plan in the car. Pulling the iPod out once more before selecting an option. A short movie plays, Isaac watches intently, blurring his eyes like a child trying too hard to see a Magic Eye image... The iPod shows part of an action film. A man sneaks behind a mercenary and locks a sleeper hold onto him. The mercenary struggles for a few seconds and drifts into unconsciousness.

Fontaine puts the iPod away again, and his gaze falls upon the guard. The guard is sitting at the TV watching an old Law and Order repeat. Isaac blurs his eyes again and grins. In two seconds Isaac glides silently through the door and across the room, where he slides his arm under the guard's chin and locks in the sleeper. The second his arm curled around the seated guard's face panic struck him and he struggles, with a perfectly executed kick Isaac sweeps the chair away and puts a knee in the middle of the guard's back to apply more torque. The guard, unable to get leverage quickly blacks out. Leaving Isaac to grab the key and run out of the door.

Fontaine had just pieced things together, he had to find Samson... and fast.

 

[NiteMare Shape]

As Icon enters the Gaurdians Headquarters, he can tell immediately that something is wrong. With his enhanced hearing, he can hear some sort of commotion, or more accurately...some sort of struggle somewhere in the facility. He can hear Blue Blur and Michael talking to one another somewhere in the facility, though he cannot make out what they are saying.

Could someone have gotten into the Gaurdian Headquarters and attacked them? It doesn't seem possible, yet...it seems to be the only answer for what has brought him here.

Icon takes a moment to focus, utilizing his radar sense Icon pinpoints the location of his teammates in the Training Simulation Room. Once he has located his friends he makes for the TSR as quickly as possible.

Icon gets to the door, only to find that it is locked...there is a simulator program running which locks down the room for safety purposes.

Icon quickly enters an emergency override code to gain access to the room.

"Access Denied."

He takes a step back and hammers the door with his shoulder. The door simultaneously groans with the strain, then buckles, coming off the hinges and flying across the room.

Icon is not prepared for what he sees inside the training room. The simulator has created all sorts of mythical beasts which are running rampant throughout the room, as well as The Blue Blur who is being attacked by...

"Michael? What's going on?"

 

[trustyside-kick]

Icon is not prepared for what he sees inside the training room. The simulator has created all sorts of mythical beasts which are running rampant throughout the room, as well as The Blue Blur who is being attacked by...

"Michael? What's going on?"

"Icon! Finally!"

Yes! Here's hoping he can knock me unconcious or something so that I can get control of my body again. Huh...never thought I'd be rooting against myself in a fight. But there's gotta be a way for me to overcome Goddess' spells.

Blowing one of the minotaurs away with a gust of wind, Michael elevates above the two other creatures that were trying to crush from opposite sides, in the end of course instead tackling each other.

"Matt has been boring me this entire time. But of course, what do I expect from a speedster? Just like in the comicbooks I used to read as a kid: all they do is run away from a fight. Course Matt here is worse, because he's not even a true hero. Why, the other day I believe I stumbled upon a television commercial ad for...what was it...'Life in the Craplane' or something? I'm wasting my time toying with this wannabe hero. But you! Oh, you, Icon..."

No. Don't do it. Damnit. I can stop myself, I--AAAAHHH!

Dismissing himself from the attacking cyclops with extreme ease, Michael dives down, landing on his two feet in front of the famed hero. Instantly, the hero before Michael can see that something is different about him; much more than just the wardrobe color change.

"You stand your ground. A quality I'd say I admire but cannot exactly say I admire anything about you given I despise you. Icon. A powerful name. But does it really suit you, I mean...really?"

Rather than using the wind, Michael slugs Icon across the face, and sends the hero smashing into the opposing wall. Granted, it was only so easy because he had not been expecting it. But it doesn't change the fact that Michael felt so good doing it.

"Heh. 'Faster than a speeding bullet, more powerful than a locomotive, and able to leap tall buildings in a single bound'--oh wait...I'm talking about the wrong hero, aren't I? After all, you don't inspire anyone. A 2D drawing of Superman, a fictional character, can inspire more than you. You could've ended the invasion before all hell broke loose, but you spared Ultima the first time you two fought. You could've stopped thousands of casualties from occurring, if you decapitated that monster before his 'adopted family' greeted us."

No...stop it. I--I don't mean it, Icon.

Acquiring the agility he had received from Goddess' spell, as well as using the wind around him to project his body at uncanny speed, Michael tackles Icon further into the wall before the hero reacts.

"That kamikaze ship wouldn't have crashed landed on Earth. I could've defeated Madlove and saved, Jake. I know I could've defeated Madlove and save Jake. And for that...I hate you Icon."

NO! I've dealt with Jake's death already.

I...I don't blame you. I don't blame anybody.

...Or do I really still blame myself?

NO!

I tried my best.

Dangit. Goddess is using all my inner negativity against me.

All my anger.

My sorrow.

All of my...NO! I--

--I need to BEAT this!

Uppercutting the hero skyward, Michael follows him upward, smiling as he mocks Icon as he follows him at eye level. Beating him to the top of the ceiling, and bringing his fist clenched together, he slams them onto Icon's shoulders, plummeting the hero to the ground.

"Then you come to me, begging me to join this team you thought the world needed. Team? What team. I'm the only one whose every here half the time. This is supposed to be a team? Well consider this my resignation, pal. I serve none other than my Goddess now."

 

[NiteMare Shape]

"Icon! Finally!"

Yes! Here's hoping he can knock me unconcious or something so that I can get control of my body again. Huh...never thought I'd be rooting against myself in a fight. But there's gotta be a way for me to overcome Goddess' spells.

Blowing one of the minotaurs away with a gust of wind, Michael elevates above the two other creatures that were trying to crush from opposite sides, in the end of course instead tackling each other.

"Matt has been boring me this entire time. But of course, what do I expect from a speedster? Just like in the comicbooks I used to read as a kid: all they do is run away from a fight. Course Matt here is worse, because he's not even a true hero. Why, the other day I believe I stumbled upon a television commercial ad for...what was it...'Life in the Craplane' or something? I'm wasting my time toying with this wannabe hero. But you! Oh, you, Icon..."

No. Don't do it. Damnit. I can stop myself, I--AAAAHHH!

Dismissing himself from the attacking cyclops with extreme ease, Michael dives down, landing on his two feet in front of the famed hero. Instantly, the hero before Michael can see that something is different about him; much more than just the wardrobe color change.

"You stand your ground. A quality I'd say I admire but cannot exactly say I admire anything about you given I despise you. Icon. A powerful name. But does it really suit you, I mean...really?"

Rather than using the wind, Michael slugs Icon across the face, and sends the hero smashing into the opposing wall. Granted, it was only so easy because he had not been expecting it. But it doesn't change the fact that Michael felt so good doing it.

"Heh. 'Faster than a speeding bullet, more powerful than a locomotive, and able to leap tall buildings in a single bound'--oh wait...I'm talking about the wrong hero, aren't I? After all, you don't inspire anyone. A 2D drawing of Superman, a fictional character, can inspire more than you. You could've ended the invasion before all hell broke loose, but you spared Ultima the first time you two fought. You could've stopped thousands of casualties from occurring, if you decapitated that monster before his 'adopted family' greeted us."

No...stop it. I--I don't mean it, Icon.

Acquiring the agility he had received from Goddess' spell, as well as using the wind around him to project his body at uncanny speed, Michael tackles Icon further into the wall before the hero reacts.

"That kamikaze ship wouldn't have crashed landed on Earth. I could've defeated Madlove and saved, Jake. I know I could've defeated Madlove and save Jake. And for that...I hate you Icon."

NO! I've dealt with Jake's death already.

I...I don't blame you. I don't blame anybody.

...Or do I really still blame myself?

NO!

I tried my best.

Dangit. Goddess is using all my inner negativity against me.

All my anger.

My sorrow.

All of my...NO! I--

--I need to BEAT this!

Uppercutting the hero skyward, Michael follows him upward, smiling as he mocks Icon as he follows him at eye level. Beating him to the top of the ceiling, and bringing his fist clenched together, he slams them onto Icon's shoulders, plummeting the hero to the ground.

"Then you come to me, begging me to join this team you thought the world needed. Team? What team. I'm the only one whose every here half the time. This is supposed to be a team? Well consider this my resignation, pal. I serve none other than my Goddess now."

Icon falls to the floor of the training room, unable to move...in a state of shock, not only from the physical attack by his friend, but by the verbal assault as well.

"I know Michael. I know that I could have stopped the invasion if I'd just killed Ultima the first time I came up against him. But that's not the way we do things, Michael. We don't kill someone for the sake of justice. That's crossing a line that we can't afford to cross."

Icon gets to his feet, and Michael is on him again, attacking with a flurry of blows that Icon is able to block.

"I'm sorry for what happened to Jake. I'm sorry for everything that you lost...But you're not the only one who lost someone...you're not the only one who lost everything." Icon says as he hits Michael with a right cross that sends his one time teamate to the ground.

"I don't know what happened to you Michael, and I don't want to fight you. But I will stop you if I have to."

 

[trustyside-kick]

"I'm sorry for what happened to Jake. I'm sorry for everything that you lost...But you're not the only one who lost someone...you're not the only one who lost everything." Icon says as he hits Michael with a right cross that sends his one time teamate to the ground.

"I don't know what happened to you Michael, and I don't want to fight you. But I will stop you if I have to."

Michael gets up, wiping the rubble off of his now slightly tattered garments. He tilts his head, cracking his neck as he does so, proceeding to then crack his knuckles as he plans to continue this battle with Icon. The simulation creatures are keeping the Blue Blur at bay for the time being, so he still has a bigger advantage.

"So long as I have the support of my beautiful and ever powerful Goddess, none can stop me. I've tasted but an ounce of her power, but I can tell that she has great plans ahead; for us and for the world."

Dangit...where is Bath Kol in all of this? I'm blessed by the angels, therefore get my powers from them, and the second someone takes over my body there is no high alert? And why the heck aren't my powers deactivating? Because my own conscious self is not set out to kill them, but rather...it is Goddess' will? How is ANY of this even possible?

Extends his hands outward, as well as spreading his legs apart. Michael starts to spin around rapidly. A practical tornado forms within the room as the now minion of Goddess continues to pick up speed. Sucking in everything all at once, now spiraling around him are Icon, the Blue Blur, as well as the simulation creatures. The mythical, virtual creatures, tare apart as the force of the winds is so great.

I guess...her spells are just that powerful. All this time, she's been planting her seeds. She played me for a fool. Maybe if I knew more about her, and how her powers work, I could do something...but--

"It would be wise to stand down, bow, and embrace her as your Goddess. Her claiming this world is inevitable. You either kneel before her, or die by my hand; for I am her sword. Swift and merciless, I will slay you all. Heh, you know, it's going to be rather hard to slow down at this rate. I think I might tare down this entire facility by the time I can slow down. "

I'm...I'm powerless.

 

[Byrd Man]

​

"It would be wise to stand down, bow, and embrace her as your Goddess. Her claiming this world is inevitable. You either kneel before her, or die by my hand; for I am her sword. Swift and merciless, I will slay you all. Heh, you know, it's going to be rather hard to slow down at this rate. I think I might tare down this entire facility by the time I can slow down. "

I'm...I'm powerless.

Mike, or whatever he's become, talks to Icon and I through the roaring winds. All I can hear is my heart racing as my anger slowly builds.

"Slow down?!"

My arms cut through the whipping winds, kicking up a malestrom to counter Archangel's gusts.

"You know I've never been good at slowing down."

Before long, the wind pushing Icon and myself die down. With my arms flailing so fast they're literal blurs of motion, all the wind is pointing straight at Archangel and pushing him backwards.

"How is this for slowing down?"

I stop moving my arms and the wind suddenly dies. Before Archangel can counter, I'm on him and driving him through the TSR's far wall. The two of us crash into the HQ's living area as the wall behind us collapses from the force. My fists lay into Mike's body at the rate of a few hundred blows a second. All I remind myself is that the man I'm hitting isn't my friend right now.

 

[Mr. Majestic]

I make my way to the security guard with no problem at all. I have only one objective in mind, take him out quickly and quietly. I used my enhanced hearing to track his every move so I could easily get close enough to take him down. Without the training from Icon this would have been a lot more difficult.

*****
​

“Icon I can’t do it, I don’t think my hearing ability works in the same manner as your.”

“Manner?” Icon asked knowing that words like manner isn’t really a term Youngster would us.

“I’m trying to up my vocabulary, now that I’m a official superhero and working with other great heroes such as your self. I have to make sure I can at least hold a decent conversation with the press when the time comes.” Youngster replied.

“I see, now as for your hearing. We both know how your hearing works. What we have to do is train you to use it to locate the exact location of someone instead of knowing there general location.”

“I’m tryed but it not working.”

“Not yet.” He says as he begins to fly away.

“Where are you going?”

“I’m help you focus.”

“How is leaving going to help me focus?”

“Trust me.” He says while flying away.

Youngster stood in the middle of no where just waiting to know what it is he has to do. While waiting, his hearing received the sound of Icon’s voice.

“Okay this is how this is going to work. I want you to close your eyes and only use your reverberation vision to come and find me.”

“I don’t think this is such a good idea.”

“Trust me it’s a perfect idea. I believe your hearing works in more than one way. As we both know you hear by the sounds and vibration as they bounce off nearby surroundings. It displaces a image or a layout of your immediate area. I'm help you widen your horizon. To do that you will not only focus on the sound of my voice but also focus on everything that’s near you so it helps guide your way.”

Since Youngster has so much faith in Icon he waste no time and trying his theory. He at first only focuses his attention on the sound of Icon’s voice. This task was a simple one since he has done this in the past. But to focus on a sound that is far away and focus on nearby sounds, that’s a different ball game all together.

“Use the sound from the thunder storm to your advantage to get a good picture of the things around you.”

As the teacher teaches the student listened and did exactly what he was told. By doing so he tap into the true ability of his reverberation vision and he then seen everything in a whole new light. Before it would give him a layout of certain areas that the sound was coming from but this time it did it on a wider scale.

​

“This is amazing.” Youngster says as he sees the true ability of his power.

“Icon I’m on my way.”

*****
​

Wonder what he would think if he knew I was using my powers to rob a bank? Let’s just hope he never has to find out.

I watch and notice that the security guard is walking in the same pattern every two minutes. If I didn’t know any better I would think this was a trap.

I wait for him to have his back towards me then go on the attack. I quickly grab him from behind and put him in a choke hold to cut of his air circulation so he will pass out but as I’m doing so I notice something “strange”.

“He’s a… machine.” I say to myself as I drop him on the floor.

Then a solid steel door drops down from the way I came.

“Yup it’s a trap.”

“Indeed.” A voice comes from a speaker in the room.

“The Strategist I presume?”

“Good presumption Youngster or do you like to be called Clark? But that isn’t your real name now is it? I must say you did a good job making this fake identity and even left small bread crumbs for me to bite on. I must say that the bread crumbs were a tad difficult.”

“I couldn’t make it to easy now, could I?” This guy is good. They wanted to know my identity when i agreed to join them so i made a fake one. No way i would let them know who i really was. But it doesn't seem like my plan with through with flying colors.

“I must say It was well planned but there was only one flaw, me. You see ‘Clark’ I make it a habit to stay fifth teen steps ahead of my opponents. I will say with you always seem to find myself only ten steps ahead.”

“Should I be flattered?”

“Indeed. There is only one other who has come close to my intelligence. You know him or you used to before you began working for me secretly. How is Phoenix?”

Phoenix, i haven't seen him since the day saved my life when i first started out. He didn't think i was good enough to be on a team. Maybe he was right.

“Is there a reason why we are having this conversation? Or did you not want me to break into this bank for you?”

A moments passes before The Strategist replies. “Straight to business then, very well. We both know how good and resourceful you are but I’ve never heard of your partner or seen him before tonight.”

“All you told me to do was get a partner I didn’t know you would have a problem with him being an unknown.”

“There is no problem at all, I just need to know how good is he. See I seen what you can do but him, the only thing I’ve seen him do was take out a security guard. It was rather entertaining.”

Vigilante wouldn’t have let himself be seen by cameras so that means he must have hidden ones.

“So what is he post to do while I’m trap in here? Get what you need from the bank alone?”

“Maybe I gave you a compliment a little to soon. What I need will take both of you. Now if you look just ahead you will see a lock on the wall and behind you is another. Both of you must put keys you both collected in the locks at the same time and turn them simultaneously as well. That simple.”

There has to be more to it than that. “How can that test my partner’s ability?”

“That can’t but this is.”

Then the ceiling began to slowly come down.

“You see this ceiling is a very special one. I always wanted to know exactly how strong you are and this ceiling is going to help me find out.”

I then begin to brace myself and place my arms in the air and wait for the ceiling to fall upon my hands to I can hold it up.

“This is not going to be much of a test.” Most likely this is going to be a couple of tons I can do that in my sleep.

“Its is either going to be a testing ground for you or your funeral. You see this ceiling at this moment weights 30 tons.”

At this moment? Then the ceiling falls on my hands and I use my strength to hold it up.

“This is no problem.”

“I’m glad you see it that way because after every 20 seconds another 10 ton is added. Now it is safe to say that Icon can hold 100 ton plus and being that you was training under him one could say you want to be like him and who wouldn’t? He’s my hero. Now lets see if your strong as him too. Oh and before I go let me tell you. Even if you partner does open the door it will be on you to make sure that ceiling is high enough so you both can put the keys in the locks.”

If he opens the door I’m super speed out of here.

“By the way just in case you decided not to use the keys to stop the ceiling or if it hits the ground the bombs I have planted around the building will go off and kill the real security guards I have locked up in the building. Use the keys and the ceiling will stop and you will prevent the bombs from going off and a door will open with information for you both. So let’s see how good you and your partners team work is. Oh yeah by the way you don’t look to good. It’s only at 60 ton. I guess 50 is your limit.”

He must be right about that because this ceiling is heavy as hell.

No matter how hard I try to hold it up it is to heavy for me to hold and it force me to one knee. There is only one thing I can do and I hope it works.

“SINCRAFT!” I yell and there was no response to my call.

“SINCRAFT!” I scream once again and nothing happens.

“SINCRAFT!! SINCRAFT!! SINCRAFT!!” It seems no matter how many times I scream it out the end result is that it is useless.

Okay it is safe to say I’m going to die if Vigilante doesn’t make it here in time. I then look up and realize the ceiling is already covering the locks. Even if Vigilante does make it I can’t left this ceiling above the locks.


"Yup I'm going to die and what a way to go."

 

[LouFerignoDemon]

Mike, or whatever he's become, talks to Icon and I through the roaring winds. All I can hear is my heart racing as my anger slowly builds.

"Slow down?!"

My arms cut through the whipping winds, kicking up a malestrom to counter Archangel's gusts.

"You know I've never been good at slowing down."

Before long, the wind pushing Icon and myself die down. With my arms flailing so fast they're literal blurs of motion, all the wind is pointing straight at Archangel and pushing him backwards.

"How is this for slowing down?"

I stop moving my arms and the wind suddenly dies. Before Archangel can counter, I'm on him and driving him through the TSR's far wall. The two of us crash into the HQ's living area as the wall behind us collapses from the force. My fists lay into Mike's body at the rate of a few hundred blows a second. All I remind myself is that the man I'm hitting isn't my friend right now.

"Your speed... It's a problem. But oh so desirable..." Goddess' words were soft, almost wraithlike, something the Blur wasn't paying any attention to. His attention was solely set upon her champion. Micheal could hear her though.

"My Archangel. I granted you great power, and you lose to a mere speedster like this?" Michael hadn't yet lost, but Goddess was definitely pushing down on him anyway, to put him in his place as it were. "I will save you this once."

The wind may have died down, but the cloud of dust had yet to settle, the shade of the Goddess was barely seen, but her speed was deadly accurate. Two fingers, her index and middle on her right hand, pressed to Blur's back. With that, her language filled the room, and from this, her fingers were like a fork which divined electricity directly into Blur, blasting him clear off of Archangel.

"I have no desire to kill you, man of fleet foot. I'd rather have you join me. You see how much happier your friend is. The happiness and power can be your own as well." She turned to the Archangel, who was barely getting off the ground.

"Rise... Rise, and fight once more." Her attention swayed back to Blur, then to Icon who was basically on top of them, and flicked her hands up, fists curled but for her index fingers pointed straight up, and a gigantic flash and fade, with them no longer in place.

"Stand proud, Michael. Today, your Goddess fights with you," her words high on the drama, high on the theatrics, but rumbled further. They stood on the other side of the room, the mythical beasts mostly ignoring them. Goddess smiled, but it glowed yellow hot, and smoke began to emit from her mouth. "I have a place for you, too. My stables are never empty," she motions to Icon. "But if breaking you first is what I need to do," her speaking blasting a little bit of flame each time, "Then I'll just have to do that."

 

[NiteMare Shape]

"Your speed... It's a problem. But oh so desirable..." Goddess' words were soft, almost wraithlike, something the Blur wasn't paying any attention to. His attention was solely set upon her champion. Micheal could hear her though.

"My Archangel. I granted you great power, and you lose to a mere speedster like this?" Michael hadn't yet lost, but Goddess was definitely pushing down on him anyway, to put him in his place as it were. "I will save you this once."

The wind may have died down, but the cloud of dust had yet to settle, the shade of the Goddess was barely seen, but her speed was deadly accurate. Two fingers, her index and middle on her right hand, pressed to Blur's back. With that, her language filled the room, and from this, her fingers were like a fork which divined electricity directly into Blur, blasting him clear off of Archangel.

"I have no desire to kill you, man of fleet foot. I'd rather have you join me. You see how much happier your friend is. The happiness and power can be your own as well." She turned to the Archangel, who was barely getting off the ground.

"Rise... Rise, and fight once more." Her attention swayed back to Blur, then to Icon who was basically on top of them, and flicked her hands up, fists curled but for her index fingers pointed straight up, and a gigantic flash and fade, with them no longer in place.

"Stand proud, Michael. Today, your Goddess fights with you," her words high on the drama, high on the theatrics, but rumbled further. They stood on the other side of the room, the mythical beasts mostly ignoring them. Goddess smiled, but it glowed yellow hot, and smoke began to emit from her mouth.

Icon had been so preoccupied with the sight of his friends fighting that he never noticed the strange woman until now. It took him a moment, but he recognized her as the mysterious woman who had helped them in the battle over the Eradicator during the invasion.

"I have a place for you, too. My stables are never empty," she motions to Icon. "But if breaking you first is what I need to do," her speaking blasting a little bit of flame each time, "Then I'll just have to do that."

"I'll never join you. I don't know what it is that you did to Michael, but I do know that I'm not going to let you get away with it."

 

[NiteMare Shape]

[BLACKOUT]"Ugh!"[/BLACKOUT] the vigilante grunted as he hit the hard ground, dropping his firearm. He quickly fumbled for the gun.

[BLACKOUT]"How the hell did you do that you freak?!" [/BLACKOUT]he shouted as he prepared to fire his pistol again.

RAT-TAT-TAT

The rattle of gun fire echoed through out the night air. But it did not come from the vigilante's pistol. Out of the shadow crept three more dummies, each one completely identical to the other, save for the weapons they carried. The middle one clenched an assault rifle with a smoking barrel, steadily aimed at the Shadow Walker.

[BLACKOUT]"Illuminati agent. Kill it,"[/BLACKOUT] he growled.

As the gunfire errupts behind him, Shadow Walker instinctively leaps out of the way, before he hits the ground, he fires a grapple line from his wrist gauntlet. The grapple catches on a nearby fire escape, with one swift motion he swings over the rail, landing softly on the shakey structure.

When he looks back down to the ground, he is surprised to see three more men, each dressed as a crash test dummy emerge from the shadows. He doesn't know quite what to make of what he is seeing, has he stumbled into some sort of underground vigilante network?

He doesn't have time to ponder just what is going on as the "dummies" locate him and bring their weapons to bear.

 

[Byrd Man]

The blast from this 'Godess' broad sends me for a loop. It takes me a few seconds to shake the cobwebs out of my head and stand up next to Icon.

"I'll never join you. I don't know what it is that you did to Michael, but I do know that I'm not going to let you get away with it."

"That's right. Prepare to get ****ed by the long **** of the law, lady. And guess what? We don't use lube."

 

[LouFerignoDemon]

Icon had been so preoccupied with the sight of his friends fighting that he never noticed the strange woman until now. It took him a moment, but he recognized her as the mysterious woman who had helped them in the battle over the Eradicator during the invasion.



"I'll never join you. I don't know what it is that you did to Michael, but I do know that I'm not going to let you get away with it."

"I did nothing to Michael," she motions her hand to him, the fire deep within her spewing as she speaks, "He chose this path, nothing more. I offer you the same ecstacy and relief he feels being in the service of She who will end the reign of chaotic tyranny which constantly plagues your world." Her voice lowers some, "Could you imagine the loss of life prevented if I were at my full strength during your 'Alien Invastion'? Why would you deny the populace the grace and peace I bring them?" Goddess was using her more pleading voice, the one she used with Michael.

The blast from this 'Godess' broad sends me for a loop. It takes me a few seconds to shake the cobwebs out of my head and stand up next to Icon.



"That's right. Prepare to get ****ed by the long **** of the law, lady. And guess what? We don't use lube."

Goddess turned back to the Blur, sighed, and rolled back her head.

"You, I blasted for attacking my champion. Children like you prevent big change from occurring, and it's something which cannot be tolerated. Children like you sealed me years ago, and let the plagues sweep across the land, killing millions. I offered salvation, someone to watch over them and protect them. And like you, all they had to offer in return were vulgar insults highly unbecoming of one who positions themself of power and authority."

Goddess lowered her head some, arms retreating into the cloak which surrounds the entirety of her being, the glow of her cheeks as any indication she was doing something, until an explosion of her casts caused her cloak wo billow outward, and a blinding flash of green light erupted forth, and settled into a ring of green flame around her. Her words weren't enirely false, but definitely sounded far more righteous than she was.

"I will not let foolhardy children again prevent me from keeping death and monsters at bay. I will again control them, and I will end any who stand in my gaze!"

Goddess waved her right arm out, the language again filling the area. The flames picked up, and began to curl into themselves, eventually solidifying to a degree as what seemed to be a large cylinder around her, until a large snake like head raised from behind her.

"Last chance. Join me, stand aside, or burn to the poison," Goddess' voice was full of threat and impatience. "I will not suffer ignorance of the youth any further."

 

[NiteMare Shape]

"I did nothing to Michael," she motions her hand to him, the fire deep within her spewing as she speaks, "He chose this path, nothing more. I offer you the same ecstacy and relief he feels being in the service of She who will end the reign of chaotic tyranny which constantly plagues your world." Her voice lowers some, "Could you imagine the loss of life prevented if I were at my full strength during your 'Alien Invastion'? Why would you deny the populace the grace and peace I bring them?" Goddess was using her more pleading voice, the one she used with Michael.

Goddess turned back to the Blur, sighed, and rolled back her head.

"You, I blasted for attacking my champion. Children like you prevent big change from occurring, and it's something which cannot be tolerated. Children like you sealed me years ago, and let the plagues sweep across the land, killing millions. I offered salvation, someone to watch over them and protect them. And like you, all they had to offer in return were vulgar insults highly unbecoming of one who positions themself of power and authority."

Goddess lowered her head some, arms retreating into the cloak which surrounds the entirety of her being, the glow of her cheeks as any indication she was doing something, until an explosion of her casts caused her cloak wo billow outward, and a blinding flash of green light erupted forth, and settled into a ring of green flame around her. Her words weren't enirely false, but definitely sounded far more righteous than she was.

"I will not let foolhardy children again prevent me from keeping death and monsters at bay. I will again control them, and I will end any who stand in my gaze!"

Goddess waved her right arm out, the language again filling the area. The flames picked up, and began to curl into themselves, eventually solidifying to a degree as what seemed to be a large cylinder around her, until a large snake like head raised from behind her.

"Last chance. Join me, stand aside, or burn to the poison," Goddess' voice was full of threat and impatience. "I will not suffer ignorance of the youth any further."

Icon stands firm even as the giant snake head rises behind Goddess.

"I'll never join you."

 

[Byrd Man]

Icon stands firm even as the giant snake head rises behind Goddess.

"I'll never join you."

"Yeah," I say as my arms start to spin my arms, gathering speed for the upcoming whirlwind.

"And, to put this as mildly as I can, get lost, *****."

 

[LouFerignoDemon]

"So dramatic. Definitely in the vein of many an author I knew," she turns to Blur, "and far too low to serve any purpose other than to spit the words of a fledgling man-child. Very well, you had your chance to at least stand aside..." Goddess' voice grows grim. All she does is point forward.

With the motion, her giant semi-transparent snake jumps forward, fangs bared at Icon. It's speed was absolutely incredible, easily as quick as the faster snakes in the wild. But that was what was covering for her left hand, as she made a large swipe in front of herself, which began to steam where her fingers were, and enveloping her in a superheated shield of steam. However, the shield was but a lure... A sense she was only on the defensive.

 

[Hound55]

Wonder what he would think if he knew I was using my powers to rob a bank? Let’s just hope he never has to find out.

I watch and notice that the security guard is walking in the same pattern every two minutes. If I didn’t know any better I would think this was a trap.

I wait for him to have his back towards me then go on the attack. I quickly grab him from behind and put him in a choke hold to cut of his air circulation so he will pass out but as I’m doing so I notice something “strange”.

“He’s a… machine.” I say to myself as I drop him on the floor.

Then a solid steel door drops down from the way I came.

“Yup it’s a trap.”

“Indeed.” A voice comes from a speaker in the room.

“The Strategist I presume?”

“Good presumption Youngster or do you like to be called Clark? But that isn’t your real name now is it? I must say you did a good job making this fake identity and even left small bread crumbs for me to bite on. I must say that the bread crumbs were a tad difficult.”

“I couldn’t make it to easy now, could I?” This guy is good. They wanted to know my identity when i agreed to join them so i made a fake one. No way i would let them know who i really was. But it doesn't seem like my plan with through with flying colors.

“I must say It was well planned but there was only one flaw, me. You see ‘Clark’ I make it a habit to stay fifth teen steps ahead of my opponents. I will say with you always seem to find myself only ten steps ahead.”

“Should I be flattered?”

“Indeed. There is only one other who has come close to my intelligence. You know him or you used to before you began working for me secretly. How is Phoenix?”

Phoenix, i haven't seen him since the day saved my life when i first started out. He didn't think i was good enough to be on a team. Maybe he was right.

“Is there a reason why we are having this conversation? Or did you not want me to break into this bank for you?”

A moments passes before The Strategist replies. “Straight to business then, very well. We both know how good and resourceful you are but I’ve never heard of your partner or seen him before tonight.”

“All you told me to do was get a partner I didn’t know you would have a problem with him being an unknown.”

“There is no problem at all, I just need to know how good is he. See I seen what you can do but him, the only thing I’ve seen him do was take out a security guard. It was rather entertaining.”

Vigilante wouldn’t have let himself be seen by cameras so that means he must have hidden ones.

“So what is he post to do while I’m trap in here? Get what you need from the bank alone?”

“Maybe I gave you a compliment a little to soon. What I need will take both of you. Now if you look just ahead you will see a lock on the wall and behind you is another. Both of you must put keys you both collected in the locks at the same time and turn them simultaneously as well. That simple.”

There has to be more to it than that. “How can that test my partner’s ability?”

“That can’t but this is.”

Then the ceiling began to slowly come down.

“You see this ceiling is a very special one. I always wanted to know exactly how strong you are and this ceiling is going to help me find out.”

I then begin to brace myself and place my arms in the air and wait for the ceiling to fall upon my hands to I can hold it up.

“This is not going to be much of a test.” Most likely this is going to be a couple of tons I can do that in my sleep.

“Its is either going to be a testing ground for you or your funeral. You see this ceiling at this moment weights 30 tons.”

At this moment? Then the ceiling falls on my hands and I use my strength to hold it up.

“This is no problem.”

“I’m glad you see it that way because after every 20 seconds another 10 ton is added. Now it is safe to say that Icon can hold 100 ton plus and being that you was training under him one could say you want to be like him and who wouldn’t? He’s my hero. Now lets see if your strong as him too. Oh and before I go let me tell you. Even if you partner does open the door it will be on you to make sure that ceiling is high enough so you both can put the keys in the locks.”

If he opens the door I’m super speed out of here.

“By the way just in case you decided not to use the keys to stop the ceiling or if it hits the ground the bombs I have planted around the building will go off and kill the real security guards I have locked up in the building. Use the keys and the ceiling will stop and you will prevent the bombs from going off and a door will open with information for you both. So let’s see how good you and your partners team work is. Oh yeah by the way you don’t look to good. It’s only at 60 ton. I guess 50 is your limit.”

He must be right about that because this ceiling is heavy as hell.

No matter how hard I try to hold it up it is to heavy for me to hold and it force me to one knee. There is only one thing I can do and I hope it works.

“SINCRAFT!” I yell and there was no response to my call.

“SINCRAFT!” I scream once again and nothing happens.

“SINCRAFT!! SINCRAFT!! SINCRAFT!!” It seems no matter how many times I scream it out the end result is that it is useless.

Okay it is safe to say I’m going to die if Vigilante doesn’t make it here in time. I then look up and realize the ceiling is already covering the locks. Even if Vigilante does make it I can’t left this ceiling above the locks.


"Yup I'm going to die and what a way to go."

[BLACKOUT]The Vigilante: ISAAC FONTAINE[/BLACKOUT]​

Fontaine tears down the empty halls of the bank paying no heed to the remaining cameras, small green lights flickering to chase him in his wake.

Isaac opened the door and burst into the room...

...only to run headfirst into the lowered ceiling.

[BLACKOUT]"Ah! SONUVAB****!!!"[/BLACKOUT] he exclaimed, more in surprise than from any harm it caused him. The shot to the head caused a lump to form behind the dark red mask he wore.

Looking up from the floor he saw all that was holding the ceiling up. It was Samson, the load already having to be held by his shoulders due to the immense weight.​

[BLACKOUT]
"I hope you've got some left in the tank, kid... because I don't think I could lift a fraction of that..."
[/BLACKOUT]