The Create-A-Hero RPG Season III IC Thread!

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Jesse Dreamer: After walking up from another dream about that monster Ultima, my newfound powers acted up yet again. I accidently teleported to Lost Haven, where I blacked out and woke up around 3 dead bums with there blood all over my hands. I have been walking for 5 hours to get back to Greenview. I don't have any cash on me, as my wallet and phone are on my desk, back in Greenview. My feet hurt, I haven't walked this far in a very long time.

Suddenly, a familiar feeling takes over, my body tingles and my my hair stands up. I feel a raw, unexplainable energy courseing through my entire body. Everything goes hazy and bright, and my mouth begins to taste as if my tounge is touching a 9 volt battery.


*BAMF*

Lost Haven, again...

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Jesse: Goddamnit! I keep getting dragged back to Lost Haven, like my powers are keeping me here, refusing to let me leave.

[Jesse sees a 7-11 and enters. He walks up to the cashier, a beautiful blond, about 19 years old.]

Jesse: Your payphone just ate my last two quarters. Can I use the phone in here?

Cashier: Is it a Lost Haven area code?

Jesse: Greenview, just a few towns over. I won't be long....

[she hands him the phone and he frantically dials out]

Jesse: Oh, hey, uh, mom. I'm actually in Lost Haven right now, yeah. A few nurses here were sick from a stomach virus thats going around so the hospital sent me over here to fill in for a few days. I'll be working here, yeah. Just for a couple days, I'm going to be staying with, uh, a friend, yeah a friend. but look, I need you to do me a favor an western union me some money. I'll be here maybe 3 days, send me, I don't know..... Oh? well yeah $800 souns good. I can get it back to you by the time I get home. Thank you mom, love you. Bye.

[Jesse puts the phone down and leaves the store. He looks across the street and realizes that he is where Ultima battled Icon and The Survivor, the place where the young Blacklight lost his life.]

Jesse: Time to find out why the hell I am here....
 
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Spartan and the rest of the Executioners were sitting in the office. They had just returned from dropping off the creature they apprehended in Washington. Lately Spartan and his team have been putting in overtime. A certain chain of events have put some well wanted things in motion. Spartan has been waiting for this day to come.

A fellow S.T.R.I.K.E agent walks through the door with a file in hand. He goes to approach Spartan who is resting in the corner but is cut off by James also known as Sentry.

“I wouldn’t disturb him if I was you, he doesn’t like being woken when he is relaxing.”

“My apologies sir, I was sent here to give him this file. It is your next assignment.”

James then takes the file from the agent. “I’ll make sure he gets it.”James says as he turns around and walks back to his seat.

At his chair James goes over the file and was shock at what he was reading. The folder didn’t just hold their next mission it had a list of missions for them. But the first one is one James is pretty sure Spartan will like indeed.

“Spartan I think you’re going to want to see this.” James tells him as he slides the file on the table in Spartan’s direction.

Spartan places his hand on the table and opens the folder. As he gives the papers inside a quickly glance, a sense of excitement began to overwhelm him. He then closes the folder and stands up.

“Executioners, be ready in five we are going to California.”

Spartan then walks out of the room without telling the others what the mission was and he didn't plan on inform them. He has been waiting for this mission to come to him for months and now that his wish has been granted he doesn’t want anyone to interfere.

“That’s it? We are just going to California and he’s not going to tell us why? He is very leader like.” Heat-wave had no problem explaining how he felt to the others about the matter. He never liked Spartan's I tell you what to do and you don't question it attitude.

“Because he doesn’t want our help on this one, he would rather do it alone. He has been waiting for this mission for sometime. The only thing is he is now on a team and it’s new to him.” James says.

“Well don’t you leave us in the dark to, what is the mission? Is he finally getting his shot at Icon?”

“Oh no it’s not Icon, if it was believe me when I tell you he would have flew out of here without us to fight that man right now. This person we are going after is a God.”

“God, like thee God?”

“No not God a God, a Norse God to be exact. Spartan has fought this person before and it ended in a draw last time. I’ve heard talks about this since it happened. People didn’t know what was greater, the fact that someone could go toe to toe with Spartan or the fact Spartan went toe to toe with a God. I think he has been dying to see if he can beat her and now he will get that chance.”

“Wait, did you say she

“Yeah, I didn’t say who it was?”

“No man you didn’t.”

“Oh sorry, well the person is no other than the daughter of Thor, the new thunder God, Thora.”

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THE RETURN OF THE THUNDER GOD
SPARTAN VS THORA
THE REMATCH
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OOC: Previously...

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Lost Haven
The Western District
Apartment home of Samuel Cranston
The Rooftop

He stands over her as she sleeps, hating her more with each second. The essence of Barbas whispers in his ear as though the fear demon was standing next to him rather inside of him. It corrupts his soul from within, through the yellow gemstone dug into Samuel's chest.

You hesitate. No more, Samuel.

You have the power now.

DO IT.


"I have...the powe--no. I--I...I can't do this."

Think of how much better you will feel.

Finally you will be rid of this wench.

You'll be so happy, Samuel.

Through his thoughts, Samuel morphs the mask to slide back, exposing his face. He looks to the side at his mother's mirror. As he looks at his reflection, he sees half himself, and half Barbas. And while his expression is that of a scared, lost puppy, Barbas is one that is sadistic and cruel.

So very...very...happy.

"No....nooooooooooo!!!"

Samuel's screams wake his mother, and she is startled as she is furious. But as Samuel looks at his mother, his body starts to morph against his will the longer he stares into his eyes; Barbas at work unknown to him. What Samuel Cranston doesn't understand is that he is looking within his mother's very subconscious, seeing what she fears the most.

And that is precisely what Samuel's body starts to shape into.

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"St--stay away!! Monster!"

That was all Lilah Cranston had to say to set her son off. He growls at her, and finally shares that same sadistic smile the fear demon Barbas has worn this entire time.

He takes his time, ripping her to shreds.


Peak of Mount Pelion
Volos, Greece

I've been to many sights but I knew that once I stumbled upon the landscapes of Greece I'd be dazzled by its natural beauty. It hasn't been easy being away from Lost Haven. Away from Grace. But I've done what I've had to do and am keeping it that way. Still continue to do my daily good deeds, just in more subtle or sometimes secret manners. The wildfire that happened last week in California? Yea, I flew back to the US and washed that up secretly. Was tricky but you can thank me for it starting to rain.

Course, being able to dim down the fires at the same time helped that a lot. Good thing that occurred on a Sunday and not like a Saturday where all I'd have to work with was Earth. Harder to be subtle when you're chucking rocks around the forest, no?

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But Greece...I've found such peace here. Still trying to somehow 'harness' these virtues Bath Kol told me to better educate myself with. But this thing has no darn manual. I just hope that when the next maniac tries to come at me, I'm better prepared this time.

Time will tell.
 
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While Anderson made his approach to the hero known as Icon, he noticed someone else on the scene. The mysterious Guardian called the Vigilante was on the crime scene poking around. Not entirely expected, but Anderson was sure that he could work this to his advantage. He makes eye contact with Ryder, also dressed head to toe in tactical body armor and motions toward the Vigilante, a signal that Ryder knew meant to keep an eye on the so called hero.

Now, Anderson stands there for a moment with his hand outstretched as Icon reluctantly shakes it.

"You said that there are some things you'd like to discuss. So let's talk." Icon says as he pulls his hand away from the director's grip.

"Straight to the point. I like that." Anderson says as he takes a moment to light a cigar.

"These are dangerous times we find ourselves in. There are alot of superpowered folks out there who are looking to do alot of harm. And there are others, like yourself who work to stop them. Now, as commendable as that is, we can't afford to have groups of super powered beings running around operating autonomously."

"What are you getting at?"

"Listen Icon, you're a smart kid. You know exactly what I'm getting at. We can't afford to have the Guardians running around getting in our way. There are alot of really bad people out there, and we don't need a bunch of amatures running around playing hero. You and your friends are going to get alot of people killed, and I'm not going to let that happen."

"Is that so?" Icon says, his body going rigid as he listens to Anderson talk.

"Take it easy, kid. I didn't mean it like that. You guys do good work, and the people like you. While I don't agree with everything that you boys do...and we have had our differences, I'm here to offer you an olive branch. The only way that we're going to get past what is coming is by working together."

Anderson pauses for a moment before continuing.

"I'm offering you a job, son. The Guardians have their uses, and I'd like to take full advantage of that by having you boys work for S.T.R.I.K.E."

Icon stands there dumbfounded for a moment, unable to hide the shock from his face. In all his dealings with S.T.R.I.K.E. the last he would ever expect from them is an offer to join them.

"Well, I can't speak for the rest of the team...but..."

That smug smile creeps onto Anderson's face as Icon is about to give him the answer he is looking for.

"No."

Anderson just stands there, this time it is his turn to be dumbfounded.

"Excuse me?"

"I'm not interested."

"Son, I just offer you an olive branch and you throw it back in my face."

"I'm sorry you see it like that. The fact is that you and I see things in a different light. I don't know exactly what it is that you do, but I don't trust you. And in this line of work, you have to trust the people fighting at your side."

"I see." Anderson says, his face falling a bit.

"I'm sorry that you feel that way...We could have made a hell of a team, but it's too bad that we're going to be on opposite sides."

"It doesn't have to be like that." Icon responds, not fully believing his own words.

"Yes, it does. If you're not with us, then you're against us. And Icon...that's not a position you want to be in."

"Are you threatening me?"

"No, I wouldn't do that son, let's just call it a bit of friendly advice. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have an investigation to conduct." Anderson says as he leaves Icon to ponder exactly what it was that Anderson was really saying.
 
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Cerberus
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The next morning, I can hear mom's voice emanating from downstairs, obviously calling me to get to school, "Des! Wake up! It's almost one in the afternoon!"

"Gah!" I stumble out of bed and quickly pull a pair of jeans on, realizing I won't have time for a shower. I knew I had stayed out too long last night, and now I'm going to pay for it. I'm having trouble enough keeping up in school, especially if I want to transfer into Lost Haven U next year.

My rush is cut off prematurely as I pass my computer, the screen saver showing the day and time. "Saturday," I smile and mutter, slipping a pair of sweatpants on and lazily heading downstairs. I meet mom in the kitchen, "So what's for breakfast?"

"Breakfast! It's almost one!" she replies, turning around with a scowl on her face. "I take it you went on patrol last night?"

"Yup," I nod happily as she tosses a plate of bacon and eggs in front of me. "Chiron says I can go out almost every night now."

"As long as you get your homework done, you understand?"

"Yea, yea I know," I say before muttering, "Dunno why I need to go to school when I'm going to be a superhero..."

"Because I say so, young man," she scolds. She washes a few dishes before turning back to me, "Penny called here last night when she couldn't get a hold of you. She didn't sound too happy."

I sigh inwardly. Penelope. My best friend since I've livid in Lost Haven. And yet towards the end of our senior year of high school last year we were almost more than that, something I've wanted for longer than I can remember. We grew closer and closer, and we were going to prom together. That is before a gunman decided to go nuts, and Chiron sent me out on duty. Ever since then, we barely speak once a month. "Oh really...I'll giver her a call."

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I sit at the main computer in the Eye of the Fates scouring over anything and everything I can find on this Xerxes character. Seems like a pretty bad dude. Deals every kind of drug in New York, and runs a tight operation. Two times a federal task force was set up to find him, and all they came up with during raids were a couple of empty rooms.

My cell phone sits on the desk next to me, but I don't bother picking it up, nor have I called Penny yet. I would, if I had any idea what to say. She can't know what I'm doing. Who knows who I'll cross in my new line of work, and I can't put her in danger.

"Glad to see you're here early," I hear Chiron's voice echo behind me. "I want to work on your summoning tonight. Come on, into the practice room."
 
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"Is it summer yet?"

I look down at Brooke, her head on my lap. I want to tell her how beautiful she looks today, but I keep it to myself with a smile. She knows how I feel. We're sitting on the couch in my basement, watching TV but not really paying attention. Our minds are on just what she brought up: the summer. School's winding down. The days are getting hotter. We're all getting one step closer to moving on to the next part of our lives.

"Sean?"

"Hm?"

Brooke's lip curls into a smile. "You were sorta giving me a blank stare for a second there," she explains.

"Oh. Sorry." I rub the back of my head. "Yeah, I was just thinking to myself. I mean, we only have a few more weeks of high school left."

Brooke sits up straight now. She takes her hair and starts playing with it, still looking at me with those gorgeous eyes of hers. "I know! Aren't you excited?"

"Well, of course I am," I answer, "but it's scary, isn't it? I mean, everyone's leaving. We probably won't all hang out together again, and even if we do, it's never really going to be the same." I look at Brooke. "I just don't want things to change. I'm finally happy with the way things are."

Brooke shrugs. "You can't stop things from changing, Sean. This is life." She reaches out and takes my hand in hers. "And not everything is going to change."

I smile. "Oh, please. You're going to ditch me for the first cute Bristol boy you see."

"Maybe," Brooke laughs, giving a little wink. "I haven't decided yet." She kisses me before explaining, "I've gotta get home for dinner. Are you going to the yearbook signing tomorrow night?"

I nod.

"Okay. Text me later?"

And with that, she leaves me alone in my basement with my thoughts. I give a little sigh before turning my attention to the yearbook in question, sitting unopened on the floor. Eh, what the Hell? I figure before picking up the yearbook and planting it firmly on my lap. I think I'm due a trip down memory lane.

I lift up the hardback cover and begin flipping through the yearbook. It opens with a few pages on the teachers and staff at Brady High School. I try to make a mental list of all the teachers I've skipped classes on, but I quickly lose count. Heh. Oops.

The next section is a photo collage of all the major events of our class's four years at Brady. Dances, football games, concerts, you name it. I find myself in a couple of the pictures, but more often than not I missed these things. I tried my best to get the full "high school experience," but being a part-time superhero gets in the way, you know? I feel a little bit of regret that I wasn't able to be among my smiling classmates all the time, but then I remember what I was doing during those times.

Saving lives, protecting people, stopping bad guys. Not bad things to put on a college application, if I had been able to. In a strange way, the villains I fought knew me just as well as my friends. They were the only ones who saw the other side of me. I wonder what they'd write in this yearbook given the chance.

Foliage, Miles Peter Hardy, Plasmoid, Voodoo, Crystalline, the Birds of Prey, Ace, the Coordinator, Lava, Concrete. Wow. I've accumulated quite the rogues' gallery.

Suddenly, I turn the page, and I feel everything else stop. It's a tribute page to Jessica Bloom. I see her staring back at me from the glossy piece of paper. She's smiling. That's a familiar sight. All around her portrait are photographs of her with her friends. I'm even in a handful of them. My eyes are drawn to a particular shot.

That green dress. The decorated gym. This was the Fall Semi-Formal, the night she was...

I swallow the lump in my throat. Come on, Sean. That was three years ago. Wow. Almost three and a half years have passed since that night. I hardly feel like the same person. Maybe I'm not. I close the yearbook, returning it to its spot on the floor. I make a mental note to visit her grave sometime this week.

I'm still trying, Jess. Believe me, I am.
 
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As the snow blew in from the east the owl, silent and mystical weaved its way through the nighttime forest. Far below him, a man clad in broken armour and dripping blood into the snow stood, panting heavily. With both hands he clutched the hilt of a mighty sword with the blade turned down towards the ground. Though his breath formed icy clouds in front of his face, the mans brilliantly blue eyes remained fixed upon the entrance of the glen where he stood.

The owl glided down and landed upon the ground in front of the warrior. Whisps of white fluttered up and around and the owl began to change. The beak becoming a long hooked nose, the white plume of feathers forming into a long tunic of the same colour. The creature grew, away from a bird andtook the form of a tall, slender bearded man. White whisps fallin from his chin to rest upon his chest.

"Arturus. We must go". The old man whispered to the young warrior.

Blue eyes flicked to meet the icy gray of the newcomer. "I cannot do that Merlyn. It must end tonight".

"Arturus, listen to me. You are wounded and alone and they are many. When they cut you down who will defend the realm? who will be left to stop them? you are the last boy. You must listen to me now and choose to fight another day".

Arturus sighed and let his shoulder sag a little. "Do you not understand Wizard? I cannot run. For if I run, they will continue to hunt me. If I run, they sack everything in their path until they find me. They shall not pass. Not tonight. It must end Merlyn, it must end here and now".

Merlyn sighed and rested a crookede hand upon the warriors shoulder. "Then let me help you, one last time".

Arturus smiled gently at the old man. Despite his weakness, he managed to place a hand upon that of the old wizard. "You have helped me more than you could know. You took a stable-boy and made him a king. Everything I am and everything I have done has been because of you. Now go, old man. Leave these dogs to me and leave me to God".

Merlyn held a moment then backed off. "I can't..."

Arturus eyes hardened as he stared at his friend. "If you will not listen to a friend. Then obey the order of a king".

Merlyn swallowed hard and gave a stiff nod. Whispering a soft melodic chant, thin whisps of smoke emerged from his fingers and drove through the air and into the wounded king. Arturus sighed heavily and sucked in a lung full of air.

"I have given you strength, Arturus. It is a small gift, but all I have left. May the spirits watch over you, young king. Caliburn rests in your hands and she will see you true. Be safe Arturus and remember that I love you".


Arturus nodded and smiled at the old man. "As I love you, old friend. Now GO!"

Merlyns form whispered back from man to owl. As it did so, he spoke again. "They shall come from the North and the East. Two groups of three. And Mordred is with them!"

Arturus nodded and heftad Caliburn into the air. Merlyn took to the air, banking high over the glen. Arturus looked up. A soft whistling erupted from the trees beyond and in the moonlight Arturus watched through horror filled eyes as a black plumed arrow smashed into the neck of the owl.

The creature shook as if hit by thunder and spiralled down, crashing through the treeline beyond.

Arturus screamed out in agony as he felt the old mans life-force withering away.Their connection to each other physically fading from his body, Arturus made to rush for the treeline. It was then that six men burst into the glen. All heavily armoured and ready for war. Arturus stopped and readied himself, blood and sweat smearing with grime and snowdrops upon his face. Beyond the battle-hardened men emerged a tall dark figure in a long fur cloak. His hair hung limpy from his head and a Raven sat upon his shoulders. His green eyes glowed with power as he looked upon the wounded king before him.

"That bird was always an irritation, wouldn't you say?"
Mordred sneered.

Arturus gritted his teeth and stared down the men in front of him. "Send your dogs to earn their coin, Sorceror. When I have killed them, I swear by all that is good that I will cut out your heart".

Mordred smiled cruelly and rubbed a thumb and forefinger at his smooth, thin chin. "Oh I very much doubt that boy". He grinned again and crossed his arms across his chest. "Kill him".

The six men silently moved forward as Arturus hefted Caliburn in his final act of defiance.

The men rushed at him, the first swinging a mace high. The young king ducked and sent a sweeping curve at a second mans legs, hamstringing his opponent. With fox-like quickness he darted aside a wild sword thrust and parried a second, wheeling to meet the next two attackers face-to-face.

The silence of the forest echoed the ringing of metal upon metal as swords clashed and the kind fought for his life. His blade found the face of another man, smashing through the jaw and killing the man instantly. Arturus staggered back from the fray, feeling Merlyns magic ebbing away from him. Blood streaked into the gauntlet of his sword hand but defiantly, he ignored it.

The men circled more warily now, aware that two of their number had already fallen and Arturus still stood. Arturus darted forward but then feinted to the left, jabbing Caliburn out to find the throat of his third victim. As he did so a hammer blow to his back sent him into the snow. Without time to think he rolled to his right narrowly avoiding the same warhammer from collapsing his skull.Again he rolled, before rolling to a knee and launching himself at the hammer-wielder. His weight caused the man to slip in the tundra and Arturus landed atop him and drew his curved dagger from his waist. The hammer-wielder tried to block the blade, but it sank home into his eye socket and through to the brain beyond. Arturus looked up. The final two men backing off, fear in their eyes.

They glanced at the black cloaked figure at the edge of the glen and then at each other. "He fights like a demon. We didn't get paid enough for this!" One exclaimed, throwing his sword to the snow. The other mercenary did the same and both men made a break for the treeline.

Staggering from a number of wounds, Arturus collected Caliburn and focused his attention on the dark figure before him. "You're men are gone Mordred. Surrender to me and your life will be spared".

Mordred smiled wickedly and shook his head. "Little King Arturus. Your armies are defeated. Your townships have been razed. Your pathetic knights lay dead as my ravens feast on their flesh. You are as nothing Little King. You are mine. This realm is mine and aye, soon every corner of this accursed Earth shall be mine".

Arturus raised Caliburn and with rage seething hot in his heart he charged forward.

"Die Little King".
Mordred whispered. His hands came up, black and green lightning flashing from them punched Arturus from his feet. Caliburn flew free and landed in the snow beyond as Mordred hovered over the fallen body of Arturus.

Mordred looked down as the light began to fade from the eyes of the young King. "You should have remained a stable-boy. You could have lived long and happy. Now look at you, staining the ground with your life-blood. My ravens shall feast feast like kings themselves this night".

Arturus tried to speak but blood foamed at his mouth.

Mordred sneered wickedly. Then his eyes turned wide with shock and horror. Arturus watched in disbelief as the tip of Caliburn exploded through the front of Mordreds chest and sprayed darek blood over the fallen Kings armour.

As Mordred sank to his knees, Arturus saw the crooked form of Merlyn hovering above, Blade in hand. His robes were soaked with blood and his skin had become waxy and gray. Mordred evaporated into smoke and the glken, stained red from the battle became silent. Merlyn fell to his knees at the side of the young king.

"He is gone, for now. C-cast out. Caliburn... Enchanted her w-with power" Merlyn sucked in a ragged breath and coughed harshly. "Am dying my boy. B-but we will live on. I-in Avalon, Find a new protector. F-find a new king. No more pain".


Merlyn collapsed next to the young warrior he had raised from boyhood. From the treeline a lone crow cawed into the chill winter air.

Merlyn the wizard and King Arturus were dead.

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Cerberus
Revelations

"Here," Chiron says, tossing me a picture of a half-man, half-goat. I look at it strangely. I know they're called satyrs in the Greek myths and legends, but, much like Chiron, I never thought they were actually real. To think about all the creatures that could still be walking the Earth from those ancient times, the possibilities are endless. "I need you to focus on this creature. Before we have only brought back wraiths and vapors to do you bidding. Tonight, we attempt to call back a sentient creature that will be able to relay information back to you."

"What's...it's name?" I ask, eying the picture carefully, and making sure the image is the only thing I can see in my mind's eye. For months I have been attempting to summon creatures to do my bidding, and while Chiron says it is one of my greatest abilities, I have to admit it freaks me out.

The wraiths I called forth were incredibly frightening creatures that seemed to be made of merely black cloth and skeletal hands that reached from under it. While I could tell that they would be effective in scaring my opponents, I wonder how effective they can truly be when they scare me as well.

"His name is Nysus," Chiron responds. "He was a friend of mine during the time of Heracles. He's a bit of a jokester, so I figured he'd be someone interesting to talk to on a Saturday night."

"Interesting? There's a new mob boss attempting to muscle his way into Lost Haven and you want to talk to someone interesting?" I say a bit angrily to Chiron. I realize the tone I've taken and quickly apologize, "Sorry. I've got a lot on my mind."

"Hmmm...I believe this has something to do with Miss Avalon, no?" he asks with raised eyebrows.

"Of course," I reply.

"Well, let's just do this real quick and then you can stew in your adolescence," he jokes.

I nod and concentrate hard on the underworld. Instantly a rush of voices, barely a whisper, come flooding into my ears. This was a constant occurrence as my powers began to manifest. It rove me crazy when trying to sleep, but now, through training, I've learned to control the voices and draw those that I want towards me.

Concentrating on Nysus, I attempt to call him forth from beyound, and after a few moments, the satyr appears before me in a puff of black and purple smoke. His ghostly figure looks around for a moment confused, before seeing Chiron, "Chiron you goat! Glad to see ya old boy it's been a few months hasn't it?" He then turns to me, "You're the boy, eh? Well, at least you look the part of the hero. But why are you summoning me? Need some wine? That's about all we satyrs are good for. Oh my...that's it! You're underage and you wanna get sloshed on a Saturday night!"

I look at him skeptically and roll my eyes, "Nope, you're just practice for summoning sentient beings."

"Only there are you?" he says laughing before turning back to Chiron. "A bit slow this one, eh?"

"I'm not slow, goat-***," I respond. "I've been busy honing the rest of my powers."

"Whatever you tell yourself so you can sleep at night, mate," He says, taking a seat on a chair in the room. "Nice digs. Ole Hades really sprung a lot of coin for this one. he must like you, boy."

The mention of my father barely strikes a cord with me, which I guess most would consider odd. But the fact that I've never met him, nor does he seem all too interested in me. He hasn't made an effort to meet me. But then again he has sent me Chiron, and the Eye of the Fates. So maybe Nysus is right and he does care.

I'm roused from my thoughts as my phone goes off from the table next to Nysus. I quickly grab it and notice it's Penny on the other end. I sigh and figure it's now or never, "Uh, hello?"

"Oh! I can't believe the terrific Desmond Rhodes can spare some of his time for me," she responds in a sarcastically flattered voice.

"Yea...sorry...it's-" I start before she cuts me off.

"Sorry," she says sadly. "I feel like that's all I hear from you anymore, Des."

"I know, I know," I say pleading as Nysus gets off the chair and stands right next to my unoccupied ear. "But I've been so busy with school."

"Ohhhh...is that your girlfriend," he whispers. I promptly use a shadow construct to grab him and throw him across the room.

"Busy? With what? School? Please Desmond, I know how smart you are. Summer community college classes should be nothing to you," she says, exasperated. "There's something else going on and I'm worried about you."

Leave it to Penny to worry about me. She always has. And I've always loved it. So why does it make me feel so bad now? Is it because I'm lying to her constantly about the whole "Cerberus" stuff?

And it doesn't make things any easier now that she's moved in early in Lost Haven U. She is taking summer classes like me, but I wish she had stayed here. Things would have been so much easier if she stayed here.

"I'm fine really," I say, although it's obvious even I don't believe the words coming out of my mouth. I quickly try and change the subject, "Hows school?"

"Oh, it's a lot of fun," she responds, obviously not interested in the subject one bit. She wants to know why I'm so different, and I doubt she'll be happy until she hears it. "You'll like it a lot when you get here. But hey, I have to go. I'll talk to you later. Call me if you decide you want to talk like we used to."

With a click she hangs up the phone, and I toss it back on the table. As I turn around, Nysus is floating at my eye level, "Ah...young love."

I give him a stare that could murder someone, "I wish you were alive."

"Why's that?" he asks with a smile.

"So I could kill you again," I smile back sarcastically as Chiron laughs from the corner of the room.
 
I can feel his finger tensing on the trigger, and just before he squeezes a shot into the back of my head, I teleport several feet to the left. Before he registers what happened, I teleport again, this time just behind him where I land a hard forearm blow at the base of his spine that sends him to the ground.

As he hits the ground, he tucks his head and rolls through, coming up several feet away from me on his feet. I lunge at him, hitting him with an open hand chop in the throat, then an uppercut that puts him on his back.

"Who are you?" I want to ask, but I say nothing. Instead, I just advance on my attacker. Whoever he is, he's good and I know I need to end this as quickly as possible.

Unfortunately, he has the same thing in mind. In a flash, he brings his wrist up and there is a sudden snapping sound as a bollo comes swinging at me from his wrist gauntlet. As it starts to wrap around my legs, I begin to teleport, but the sudden pain shooting up my legs and coursing through my body as the bollo unleases thousands of volts of electricity causes me to lose my concentration, and istead of teleporting to safety, I wind up falling flat on my face.

"Well Kev, ol' boy...I gotta hand it to you. You've lasted a helluvalot longer than anyone else. You've got some moves, boy...it's just too bad that Midas wants you feedin' the worms." He says with a thick Southern drawl.

"S'a real shame too, I think we could have made alot of money together, if circumstances were differn't 'course." He says, shaking his head before exhaling wistfully.

"Name's Arion. I gotta hand it to you, you must've done something right to get that ol' boy to send me after you."

As he continues to talk, I work on the bollo with a small blade hidden inside my gauntlet. He's so busy monologuing that he doesn't even notice. I let him go on until I've cut almost completely through the bollo.

"You talk to much." I say as he steps closer to me.

When he is within reach, I break free from my binding and sweep his leg in one swift motion. He yelps as he crashes to the ground in a heap. I pounce on him, landing a few well placed shots as we roll toward the edge of the roof, where I come up with the advantage.

I look down at Arion, "It's over."

"You took the words right out of my mouth." He says as he lets loose a flash grenade which leaves me momentarily blinded, which is all he needs to roll out from under me, propelling me over his head and off the roof.


As I sail over the edge of the roof; I reach out at the last second, gripping the roof's edge with the tips of my fingers. I reach up with my other hand and get a hold on the roof, keeping myself from plummeting to the street below.

I look up and see Arion standing above me, a broad grin on his face as he points an oversized pistol right at my head.

"We're done here." He says as he begins to pull the trigger.

But I'm not ready to go just yet. I fire a grapple line from my wrist gauntlet that finds its mark through his shoulder. The wide grin he had on his face is replaced by a strange expression of confusion. By the time his brain registers what happened, I yank on the line and send him over the side of the building.

As he plummets, I tense my body preparing for the impact which I know will come when he reaches the end of the line. When it finally comes, I am nearly pulled off the side of the building myself, but I somehow manage to hold on.

Slowly, I release more line until Arion is lowered safely to the street below. Once he is on the ground, I bind his arms and legs. I have to hurry, our skirmish attracted some unwanted attention from the local authorities, so I quickly finish securing him and make my way to the rooftops.

If the last few weeks have shown me anything, it's that I'm getting closer. Midas has sent some of his best agents after me, and they've all failed to take me out. Midas won't stay hidden forever, and soon enough he'll make a mistake...The mistake...the mistake that will lead me right to him.

And when that happens, I end this once and for all.

Several hours later in the office of Richard Midas

Midas sits behind his large oak desk as he waits for his man servant, Nigel to answer his summons. He had heard several reports from some of his people inside the Lost Haven Police Department that had him more than perturbed.

An unnamed man had been taken into custody after an apparent battle with one of the local vigilantes and was being interrogated as to what exactly it was that he was doing in the city. With the local police somewhat inept, several agents of STRIKE had been called in to investigate as well.

And if this mysterious prisoner was who Midas thought it may be, nothing good could possibly come of this.

The door to his office finally opens, and Nigel cautiously makes his way into the spacious room.

Midas just looks at his servant, disregarding any pleasantries that the man may expect from his employer.

"Well?" Midas asks, not waiting for Nigel to close the door.

"I'm afraid so, sir. Everything I've learned seems to indicate that it is indeed Mr. Arion in custody. And sir, forgive me for saying so, but the assassin isn't one to put the...confidentiality of his contacts above saving his own skin. Perhaps we should take this opportunity to return to Oslo, at least until this has blown over."

"Yes, perhaps you're right. Get the car, we leave in five minutes."

"Very good sir, I'll call ahead and have the jet prepared for our arrival."

"Not just yet. I have something to take care of first. Then we'll go."

"Sir?"

"Don't worry about it. I need to set things right before we go...Nobody beats me, nobody."
 
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Interlude

It was Franklin Mercer's 25th birthday. He was spending it locked away at the Superhuman Detainment Squad's holding facility on the outskirts of the border between Carver and Lost Haven. Franklin was a technopath by birth. He could communicate with machines, force them to work for him. It had been so long since he last touched a machine. Mantis had came, wanting Franklin to trace a cryptic email. It was child's play for someone with Franklin's talents, but his compliance earned him special privileges.

And that's how he found himself outside on this beautiful day. His birthday. He paced the courtyard, hands buried in his pockets. The damn power-dampening collar he was forced to wear made his neck itch. It wasn't his only itch. Franklin squinted through the bright midday sun at the gauntlet of fences which lined the facility. He looked up at the guard posts, where snipers were waiting for some idiot to attempt an escape.

Then, Franklin looked around at his fellow inmates. Each of them bore a similar power-dampening collar. They had been neutered, stripped of their God given gifts. Franklin recognized a few of them. He wandered over to the exercise equipment where three of them were gathered.

Francis Marshall, aka Foliage.

Miles Peter Hardy, aka MPH.

Isaac Verne, aka Lava.

"Gentlemen," Franklin said with a nod. "Lovely day, isn't it?"

MPH, who had been laying on the bench, finished his repetition and raised the bar above his chest. Standing behind him, Lava took the bar in his hands and gently set it on the ground. MPH sat up straight, and all three inmates faced Franklin.

"I have a proposition, if you're interested," Franklin explained.

"We're listening."

Franklin tapped his power-dampening collar with his finger. "I can help you guys escape if you can help me get rid of this."

Foliage cracked his neck. "What do you propose?"

Franklin nodded to the dumbbells. "Stage a fight." He reached out and pushed Foliage back. "If one of you hits this collar with one of those dumbbells, it should break." He stared darkly. "Just don't miss."

The three convicts looked at each other. MPH hopped off the bench and punched Franklin in the gut. Lava followed it up with a sharp cross against Franklin's jaw. Franklin closed his eyes and hoped this plan wasn't a mistake. They wouldn't have long until the guards stepped in. He opened his eyes and saw Foliage reaching for a dumbbell. Franklin quickly stood up straight and threw a punch at MPH.

"Hurry it up!"

Lava and MPH stepped aside as Foliage stormed ahead. Franklin glanced over Foliage's shoulder and saw the guards mobilizing. This needed to work on the first try. Franklin bent his head and exposed his neck and the damned collar. Foliage wound up and brought the 20-pound dumbbell crashing down against the device.

"Well? Did it work?" MPH asked impatiently.

Franklin felt his power returning to him. He wrapped his hand around the broken collar and felt it power down in his grasp. He smiled. He grabbed Foliage by the collar and shut down his as well.

Foliage spun and summoned a wave of vines to knock back the approaching guards.

Franklin depowered both MPH and Lava's power-dampening collars before barking, "Head for the fence! Don't let anyone get in our way!"

The four convicts ran for the fence, each using their specific abilities to clear a path. Franklin lowered the compound's defenses. MPH rounded up the guards by literally running circles around them. And Foliage and Lava bombarded the guards with stifling vines and fiery balls of molten rock.

It was the first recorded escape attempt in the history of the SDS compound. It was also the first success.
 
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Lost in Lost Haven

Jesse Dreamer paces back and forth around his hotel room, anxious, confused, erratic. He is going through many changes, it's true, and he feels as if he has lost his freedom. He has involuntarily teleported to Lost haven 3 times, and every time he makes it home, he is instantly sucked right back to Lost Haven.

Jesse pulls a tape recorder out of his pocket and begins talking to the only friend he has. Himself.

"December 2nd, 2010, My name is Jesse Dreamer. This is my latest e-journal entry. I don't have access to a computer at the moment so this one is strait audio, no video. I have finally given in, whatever is giving me this power wants me in Lost Haven but why? my mother wired me some cash, so I got a hotel here. I won't leave until I find out whats going on with me.

Last month, I was a med student finishing up my internship at one of the most prestigious hospitals in the country, I was just a normal guy with no powers. Oddly enough, the dreams about Ultima started happening when I got these powers. Is there a connection? Well I'm not an expert on the subject but I will say it's a safe bet. I seem crazy right now, right? Well yeah, I'm pretty sure I do. I just don't know what to do..."


Jesse turns and looks at the mirror and nearly has a heart attack when he sees what stands before him. Jesse looks at ULTIMA in the mirror, and ULTIMA looks back at Jesse, his purple face mask covering the monsters horrific mouth, disfigured and full of razor sharp teeth. Ultima pulls the veil down and reveals his scarred face to Jesse. Ultima then lets out a sinister chuckle.

"What the hell do you want from me!?!" Jesse asks

"Jesse...I chose you for a very special reason, hehehe. You see, you are the one I want. Do you enjoy the powers I gave you? I was once a normal mortal like you, with so many annoying human emotions and tendencies. Then somebody did for me what I am doing for you now."

"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT FROM ME!?!" Jesse repeats.

"Kill Icon. Kill The Survivor. Destroy the Guardians and take out S.T.R.I.K.E."

"Oh, that's all?" Jesse sarcastically asks.
 
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“There’s someone here waiting for you..." One of the S.T.R.I.K.E agents broke the silence.

[BLACKOUT]“Hmm..?”[/BLACKOUT]

“…Police Officers." He finished his statement.

[BLACKOUT]“What are you, my butler? Let ‘em in.”[/BLACKOUT]

“Errr... Do you think that’s wise? The crime scene..."

[BLACKOUT]“…is full of your idiot agents already, and the police would also have business here with this being a crime scene?”[/BLACKOUT]

[BLACKOUT]“Yeah. Thought so. Let them in.”[/BLACKOUT]

“Hey Vigilante, found any…”

[BLACKOUT]“DON’T MOVE! Not an inch! This is a crime scene! If you want to know where it’s safe to tread ask the dozen ninja-SWAT hybrid wannabe motherf***ers behind me. Only they could know how not to disrupt this ash-covered… well let’s not pull any punches. It’s a barbeque. We’re sitting in a big Hibachi grill, watching me sift through the flame grilled remains of this city’s elite. I’ve got a few things here…”[/BLACKOUT]

Isaac gave a wide cheeky grin as he mocked the S.T.R.I.K.E agent and then pulled out the bag with the tape.

[BLACKOUT]“But for the most part everything here’s too charred to be of any good to anybody. I don’t even know what they expect me to find here… The colonel’s 11 secret herbs and spices?”[/BLACKOUT]

The disciplined S.T.R.I.K.E field agents looked on with stony faces but held their silence. Then they turned to face the door as another familiar figure tried to move through the door. After not being able to slide through at first he got frustrated and shoved it opened it another 3 inches.

[BLACKOUT]“Hammond?!?”[/BLACKOUT]

“Yeah, he came back just today. When you made the call I tipped him off as to where you were going to be…”

[BLACKOUT]“Yeah, I thought we were a bit out of your jurisdiction… Unless you’re coming back in as…”[/BLACKOUT]

“Oh God no. I’m not cutting my holiday short just to be your babysitter. Let the kid here have his run…”

“Sarge…”

[BLACKOUT]“What, Robbins? You are a kid.”[/BLACKOUT]

Isaac took the bag with the tape out and gave it to the young officer.

[BLACKOUT]“Anyway, take this. Run it straight down to the precinct. Don’t let any of these pricks stop you, distract you or get their hands near this tape. You understand? Straight there.”[/BLACKOUT] Isaac waved his finger around, gesturing at the S.T.R.I.K.E agents congregated in the Hall.

“Got it.”

With that, Robbins went quickly for the door with the tape, while the Vigilante turned his attention back to the space he was examining when the pair first arrived. Sergeant Hammond hung around just over his shoulder.

“So, you got some kind of issue with these guys, huh? You sure the kid’s going to be ok with that tape?”

[BLACKOUT]“He’ll be fine. I don’t think they have any intention of taking it. It was just some busywork. I really wanted to talk to you.”[/BLACKOUT]

“Why you sneaky…”

[BLACKOUT]“I never pretended to be anything else…”[/BLACKOUT]

He kept dusting down the floor and sliding along to continue his examination for a few more minutes, edging closer to the wall and the conclusion of his investigation.

“So, yeah, I heard what you told some of the pencil pushers… I just wanted to say thanks and all.”

[BLACKOUT]“Please… I didn’t do it for you…”[/BLACKOUT]

“Eh?”

[BLACKOUT]“You think I want to deal with some desk jockey jackass on a daily basis? Some idiots got confused and a jackass at a desk tried to cash in and move up in the world at your expense. I told the truth, that’s all. Right down to the fact that I don’t want to deal with that jackass.”[/BLACKOUT]

“Well thanks anyway.”

[BLACKOUT]“S’no problem...”[/BLACKOUT]

[BLACKOUT]“…and it’s good to have you back by the way.”[/BLACKOUT]

[BLACKOUT]“Are you sure you don’t want to come back to the role..? You seem a good cop. Could use the help.”[/BLACKOUT]

“Nah… I meant what I said before. This assignment’s not really my cup of tea. I thought about what you said to me when we had that back and forth the other day… And you know what? You were right.”

[BLACKOUT]“…I generally am…”[/BLACKOUT]

Hammond dropped his face to a stern scowl to show he was being serious and not in the mood for the back-and-forth.

“I am a senior officer traffic cop chasing dumb rookies around. But you know what? I’m good with that. I’m good at what I do, and those who start off as dumb rookies under me don’t normally stay that way for long. Its good work, I like it and I’m good at it.”

[BLACKOUT]“Fair ‘nuff.”[/BLACKOUT] Isaac said, not looking up, preoccupied with his work.

“I mean it.”

[BLACKOUT]“Never said you didn’t.”[/BLACKOUT] Still not looking up.

“Besides, you could probably use having someone out there on the street who knows you a bit better as well… Someone with a bit of sway as well.”

[BLACKOUT]“Good point.”[/BLACKOUT]

Isaac kept sweeping.

“And I reckon the kid’ll be pretty helpful to you as well.”

[BLACKOUT]“Don’t push it…”[/BLACKOUT]

“What..? Yeah, the kid’s a little raw but he has some real potential there. Maybe he COULD do with learning from someone like you who gets in a bit of everything out on the beat.”

[BLACKOUT]“A little raw..?”[/BLACKOUT]

“He might seem a little… slow… but I doubt you’ve seen what this kid is capable of yet. Some of the test scores he got. His times on the courses, how he shoots. Hell, that kid is a crack shot. He might even be able to shoot better than you.”

[BLACKOUT]“I’d bloody well hope so.”[/BLACKOUT] Isaac muttered to himself.

“What was that? Anyway… Yeah, the kid struggles a bit with procedures but maybe he might pick things up a bit better out there working with you. He’s got a lot going for him, even if he can be a bit slow at times.”

Isaac slid over to the last yard. Finished sweeping the floor and looked closely at the wall. This wall was particularly scorched. Isaac squinted, perplexed at what he was seeing and swept some seared greasy residue that he found by the wall into an evidence bag.

[BLACKOUT]“It’ll be a shame not dealing with you on the regular, but you do what you’re gonna do.”[/BLACKOUT]

Isaac turned to the S.T.R.I.K.E agents still standing like an army of statues by the wall. Saluting and clicking his heels together in an exaggerated fashion.

[BLACKOUT]“Your crime scene, SIR!”[/BLACKOUT]

[BLACKOUT]“G.I. Jackasses…”[/BLACKOUT] Isaac muttered under his breath as he walked away, making sure to be loud enough to still be heard by the well drilled regiment.
 
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"How was last night?" Mom asks as she puts a plate in front of me, and I dig in quickly. "What'd you do?"

"I talked to Penny," I say, shoveling some more food into my mouth. Not looking up as I do so. It still bothers me that I have to lie to Penny about this. But there's no other choice. I'm scared that mom knows my secret as is. It can put her in considerable danger. And I can't risk that on the both of them.

"Oh yea? How did that go?" Mom says taking a seat next to me. "She still mad?"

"She's always mad at me now, mom," I respond through my scrambled eggs. "I just don't know what to do anymore."

"Just relax, Desmond," Mom replies, squeezing my hand for support. "You're new to this. You need to learn how to balance both lives. And I'm sure you'll find out how to do it, and everything will go back to the way it was."

"I hope so, Mom," I really do.

**********

"Well?" a powerful voice says from the shadows of his office. "What are you bothering me with?"

"One of our carjacking teams in Lost Haven were taken out a few nights ago," another man, obviously nervous at having to speak at the man behind the desk, responds. "Their testimony reveals that they were apprehended by a man dressed in Greek armor that could control the darkness."

At the mention of the Greek armor, the man behind the desk shifts a little uneasily at the mention of the Greek armor, "Very well. Thank you for the report. It seems as if we may have attracted one of Lost Haven's many heroes. Keep me abreast of the situation. You may go."

As the nervous man leaves the room, Xerxes peers over the city of New York from his penthouse high-rise. Who ever this would-be hero was, he was not one of the known pantheon of Lost Haven. He was someone new. That's the only way he would have been able to take notice of Xerxes's currently small Lost Haven operations.

It did not bode well for the crime lord's prospects, but he knows one thing. If this hero meddled in his affairs again, he would be dead.

**********

Entering the command module of Eye of the Fates in my full costume, I find Chiron and Nysus sitting, looking over a display of the city. Looking down at the satyr, I ask, "Why are you still here? I told you that you could go back."

"Sure, but you didn't command me too," he smirks back. "Besides, I like being back on Earth. It's a lot more fun up here."

"Fine," I respond with a smile. "If that's the case you're coming with me on patrol."

"Wait! What? No! The Walking Dead is on tonight and I rather relate with all those zombie folk," he laughs again. "Course I don't look all dead like that."

"You don't come with me and I send you back to the Underworld," I look at him sternly.

"Fine," he mutters. "You're no fun."
 
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After leaving the ruins of the hotel, Icon took some time for himself. He flew through the skies of Lost Haven, and as he did so he reflected on his recent conversation with the director of STRIKE.

He doesn't know what STRIKE is up to, but he can't shake the sinking feeling in his gut, and decides that when he gets a chance he'll discuss his concerns with Isaac, because he knows that if there is anyone that might share those concerns...it would be him.

Eventually, he heads in the direction of The Hub. It seems like weeks since he's been to his apartment and is in dire need of some rest...and a shower.

He lands on the roof of the club and immediately goes to the access door to his apartment, quickly grabbing the bag of clothes that he keeps hidden just inside the locked doorway. Changing into his civilian clothes in the blink on an eye, he heads to his apartment.

And is surprised to find that he isn't alone.

When he goes through the front door, he finds Keira in the kitchen cooking some sort of pasta dish. As soon as he sees her, he lets down his guard and smiles.

"You know...I really need to get better locks." He chuckles as he closes the door behind him.
 
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"Isn't that Kyle Porter?"

"Who?" I look up from the yearbook I was signing, the one belonging to Eric Elliot. We had English together freshman year. Haven't seen him in ages. I nod at him, he returns the gesture, and I look to Brooke. "Kyle who?"

"Kyle Porter," she repeats, pointing across the courtyard. "My Prom date. I'm going to go say hi."

I nod, tucking my own yearbook under my arm. It's the night of the yearbook signing party at Brady High School. All of our classmates gathering together one last time before finals in the courtyard between buildings to say our goodbyes. Of course, we'll still see each other for the next week or two, and then there's Graduation after that, but this night has become something of a tradition.

A strange hand grabs me by the shoulder. "Oh, Sean Abbott! I always thought you were such a dream-boat." I turn to see a snickering Jim. He makes puppy dog eyes and holds out his yearbook. "Won't you please sign my yearbook?" he asks in a sickeningly sweet voice.

I grab his yearbook and punch him in the arm. Only then do I allow myself to laugh.

"So, does anyone here even recognize you anymore?" Jim asks. "I mean, you did spend the better part of the last two years slipping out of class."

I look up from Jim's yearbook. "Hey now," I reply defensively, "I'll have you know, Sean Abbott's status was never in question. People love me." I put down Jim's yearbook and take out mine. I flip through the signature pages. "See that?"

Jim throws up his hands. "I stand corrected." He then furrows his brow and sticks his finger between the pages. "Wait a minute. Is that...?"

"Alexanda Wesson's signature?" I interject proudly. "Why, yes. Yes, it is."

"With an 'XOXO,' no less."

Alexandra Wesson was a joint-crush between Jim and I in freshman year - before Jess and I started dating, mind you. We never really traveled in the same circles, but Alex ended up getting named Homecoming Queen. Which just goes to show that Jim and I have exquisite taste.

"What can I say?" I give a smug smile. "Superpowers, girlfriend, social life. Some people can have it all."

Jim just smiles and shakes his head. His smile washes away as he looks across the courtyard. "Hey, guess who?"

I look over my shoulder and see Marilyn surrounded by her usual posse.

"Are you two still in the midst of your Cold War?"

I nod. "Hasn't said more than five words to me since Prom." I feel bad for how I treated Marilyn, but I was reaching my limit. Part of me wanted to hold onto her so badly because of the friendship we used to have, but now I accept that she's not the person I used to know.

I finish signing Jim's yearbook and hand it back to him. "You haven't seen Abby around, have you?"

I smile from ear to ear. "You like her."

Now Jim hits me in the arm. "So what if I do? You can't tell me you've never thought it."

It's true. When Abby came back last year, I wasn't sure how to handle it. She had grown up so much from the little girl I once knew, yet things still came so easily. It got to a point where I even put my relationship with Brooke at risk. In the end, I decided I was comfortable being just friends with Abby.

"Dude, if you like her, just tell her," I urge. "You're running out of time. In a few months, you go away to Boston, and she's still going to be here."

"I know, I know."

Brooke returns, holding out her yearbook and saying, "Hey, Jim. Sign mine?"

Jim smiles. "Of course." I can't help but peek over his shoulder to see what he's writing. He mentions the fact that he's the one to introduce Brooke and I, and that we still owe him.

"So, Sean, when are we going to sign each other's?"

"The last day of school," I answer. "I have to think about what I'm going to write."

"ATTENTION, BRADY HIGH SCHOOL GRADUATING GLASS!"

Foliage!

Jim and I exchange nervous glances. Foliage is supposed to be locked up at the SDS containment facility. How he got here, I don't know, but it's clear he's come to crash the party.

"I'm sure many of you remember me!" Foliage continues, standing high above the courtyard on an oversized leaf petal. "We were classmates once! But you shunned me! Ridiculed me!" Foliage stretches his arms out, and vines begin to grow from the ground beneath our very feet. "So on this festive night, allow me to show you how you make me feel!"

Jim looks at me. It's times like these that I'm glad I brought him in on my secret. We're able to organize strategies without saying a word. I give Jim a stern nod, and he grabs Brooke by the shoulders. "Come on, Brooke!"

"Sean!"

I turn around. Jim is guiding Brooke to the door.

"I'm going to try and help the others," I explain. "Go with Jim! I'll catch up."

Brooke appears uncertain, but Jim whispers something in her air, and she relents. The two of them race for the door, along with just about everybody else.

"Oh, no! No one's leaving!" Foliage barks. He curls his hand into a fist, and the exit doors are blocked by thorn-covered vines. The crowd begins to seriously panic. "You ignored me for too long! This time, you're going to hear what I have to say!"

I spot a half-open window in the far corner of the courtyard. It's my only shot. Keeping one eye on Foliage, I make a mad dash across the courtyard, ducking behind trees and benches. I force the window open just enough to slip inside, and I land in the empty classroom with a tumble.

I lift off my shirt, revealing the skin-tight green fabric underneath.
 
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Two young females wonder through the streets of Downtown Lost Haven, keeping their purses intact and their camera's hidden. Their outfits consist of latex bra's and gogo shorts, accompanied by cheap fishnets and high-pumpin' stilettoes. Their make-up is plastered on with three layers and their hair is slicked back in to a blonde, wavy, wig.

Cat Carter smirks at all the sights of a possible story, breathing in the air of stale alcohol, burnt cigars and a little bit of cat p*** to go with it. Meanwhile, Karen Hathway's eyes are glued to the scruffy peice of paper she holds in her hands, with bold handwriting directing the two women towards their location.

In the corner of her eye, Cat spies a prostitute making her way out of an old bar, a swiss army knife held firmly in her hand. She slightly turns her head, noticing the strip of blood dripping down from the blade. What on earth!?

Karen's too busy trying to find the destination, which gives Cat time to peek over at the sight a bit more. The prostitute struts her way over to the other side of the street, walking past a small Gas station and arriving at a large warehouse type place. Shinobi's House Of Judo....

"We're never going to uncover this story about Shinobi's House Of Judo! I can't even find the damn place!"

"Urr...Karen, I think I may of just found it...." Cat nudges Karen in the right direction, the two females grinning at their achievement. They link arms and cross the street, narrowly avoiding speeding cars. They spot Cops hanging outside of the Judo warehouse, smoking, chatting and laughing. Their eyes wonder up and down Cat's body, one of the Cops making their way over to the females. "Come on Candice, let's get outta her---"

Karen tries to yank the eager reporter away from the charming Cop, who smirks slightly as he tilts his head back. "I'll handle it from here Kayla,"
The Cop slings out his pistol, twirling it around his fingers as he quickly winks back at his comrades.

"Like what ya see, sweet cheeks?"

Cat nods, pouting her lips. "You know about this place, then?" Her head points over to the Judo warehouse, hoping to get some answers out of the Cop. Karen steps back, sliding out her camera carefully. As she quickly begins to rise her camera up to take a photo of Cat and the Cop, she notices a bullet skim past her bare arms.

She shrieks, running behind the corner of the warehouse, panting frantically. "HEY!!"

"No pictures!" The Cop growls, slamming the back of his hand across Cat's face. The rest of his 'buddies' slowly threw away their cigarettes, making their way towards Cat and Karen.

As Cat flung to the floor, she wiped the blood away from the corner of her mouth. "What kind of Cops are you?"

"The corrupt type, sweetie!"


One of the Cops growled, releasing a large chuckle as they each pulled out their guns, aiming for Cat. Cat slowly got to her feet, pinning herself against the doors of the Judo warehouse.

"So what's it gonna be, you or her?"
 
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January 1940.

15 year old Arthur Fox enters the recruitment office for the united states military. He approaches the desk of the first recruiter he sees, A tall, dapper gentleman typing away at a type writer.

"Excuse me, sir..." Arthur says.

"What can I do for you, son?" The recruiter asks.

"Well, there seems to be a mistake. See, I ain't been called to draft yet and I was wondering why."
Arthur says. The recruiter stops what he is doing and turns to look at the boy.

"Son, how old are you?" The recruiter asks.

"I'm 18 years old sir!" Arthur says, lying through his teeth

"See If I was to guess I would say 15 or 16. I mean your a big kid but your voice gives it away son" The recruiter says.

"Listen, mister, I am 18 years of age, now I'm telling you...."

"Son, I don't have time for games. You are John Fox's kid. I know you. I knew your daddy too, real well. We were in drill together when we were bout 18 or 19, so I knew him a real long time. I am sorry about what happened to him son, he died for his country and he is very respected for that."

"You knew my father, then you know he died. Did you know my mom killed herself shortly afterwards? That makes me an orphan, mac. I have no family, no home to go to. I have nothing. I'm a mutt running around town rummaging through garbage while my goddamned country is at war! A war my father died in. I want in. My fathers death wasn't for nothin, ya hear me? I want to help win this war!

"Your name is Arthur right?" The recruiter asks.

"Yeah...." Arthur responds

The recruiter pulls the paper out of the type writer, puts a new one in and starts typing...

"Arthur Fox, 18 years of age, welcome to the US Army. You have 24 hours left as a civillian..." He says

July 4th, 1945

21 year old Arthur Fox is grilling burger out in his backyard. He has a wonderful home, a beautiful wife and a new career as an inventor, specializing in traps and locks. All is as it should be for Arthur, having served almost 5 years in World War 2. Though Arthur can't help put feel a range of emotions. Adapting to civilian life has been hard and he often feels guilt for the countless lives he took.
As Arthur flips a burger, his wife Lucy turns the radio up.

"Arthur, Honey, listen to the radio, that bad guy The Goblin King has robbed another bank!

"Ladies and Gentlemen Of Lost Haven, the maniacal Goblin King has struck again, robbing Lost Haven First National Bank. This time, the villan killed 2 civillians, 1 security guard, one police officer and all 3 of his own men." The Radio announcer says.

"Somebody need to stop that guy...." Arthur says.

"Everyone who tries ends up dead." Lucy says.

Later That Night

While his wife sleeps, Athur Fox is hammering away at something in his basement. It looks like a sort of belt, a utility belt fitted with secret compartments and accessories.

He dissapears into the back of the basement for a bit, and then returns wearing the first ever, all original Red Specter outfit.

"Okay Goblin King. Looks like your about to make a new friend...."

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December 2010, now.

an 86 year old Arthur Fox rummages through old photographs of him as The Red Specter. He comes across a picture of him and his wife Lucy, who has since passed away.

"I've got work to do" Chelsea Fox, the NEW Red Specter says as she approaches her Grandfather, fully costumed.

"Damn it Chelsea, I thought you said you would cut back on this crap" Arthur pleas.

"And I thought you said you would quit being a hypocrite, Grandfather" she replies.

"I'VE LOST EVERYTHING, Chelsea! Your mother, your grandmother, I almost lost you and damn it I don't want to loose you too!

Chelsea grabs the remote and turns on the channel 8 news. Arthur immediately pays attention to the shocking development in progress.

"We take you live now to our on the scene correspondent Jan McLaine" The anchor woman says."

"Thanks Debbie. We are outside the old Neptune Chemical factory in lower Lost Haven, where apparently drug lords have apparently been producing large quantities of a dangerous new drug called "Fire Water" which has already killed 6 Lost haven teenagers in the past 3 days.
Earlier today, LHPD attempted a raid but those working for the drug tirades over powered the officers and killed 3 officers. Officer Dan DiBanko, 32 years old, Officer Kevin Littel, 24 years old, and officer Hatish Patel, 47. There is currently a stand off, but a possible hostage situation as it's said that there are two children in the building. No known details have been released yet on who these children belong to or why they are in a drug lab, but we expect to have those details soon"
The reporter says.

As soon as Arthur turns around, it's too late. The Red Specter has already left.

"Damn it Chelsea, NO!"

The Red Specter jumps on her bike, her Cherry Red Kawasaki Ninja 250r

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Chelsea drives down the city streets, street lights and moonlight provides her path, though she is going so fast that all the bright city lights are a multicolored blur.

"My name is Chelsea Fox. I am 21 one years old, and I am currently in college and by night, I am the current incarnation of the superhero known as The Red Specter. My grandfather was the first Red Specter. The 2nd Red Specter, well I don't know much about him other than that he died after a few months on the job, killed by the first Red Specters arch nemesis, The Goblin King, who also killed my mother and grandmother. I'm the 3rd Red Specter, been trained for the job since I was 12 years old, by the original Red Specter and I have only been doing this for 4 months but I like to think I am doing a good job. I keep a low profile and haven't established any enemies, yet.

I was about 3 years old when my mother was killed, So my grandfather Arthur has been taking care of me ever since. He's done a damn good job too. He wanted me become the Grade-A badass Ass Kicker so that I would never be a victim like the other women in my family. But now that I have the skills and resources to be a Hero, he doesn't want me to. Go figure.

I'm ahead of either of the first 2 Red Specters on the technology curb, But thats the perks of surviving an alien invasion, you find all types of neat toys in the battlefield like Muscluar Density Accelerators that reduce your fatigue and conserve your physical energy, or a Molecule Destbilizer that allows you to walk through walls, or really sweet gauntlets that enhance your physical strength by 10x. Yeah, I have all that stuff. All my toys are what keeps me walking the line between costumed vigilante and powerful super hero.
Or whatever you want to call me. I do what I do so that no one else has to go through what I went through as a child. Children shouldn't loose their parents, Parents shouldn't loose their children. This town is filthy, it was so rotten that it took an Alien Invasion, survived, and is still filthy. I need to do something about it. And now is as good a time as any..."


Chelsea's Motor Cycle comes to a stop outside the Neptune Chemical Factory.
The Red Specter runs around the back of the building, remaining in the shadows and evading the police. She pulls out her grappling gun and scales the adjacent biding. Upon reaching the top, she runs to the edge and pulls out her zip line, arriving atop the Neptune Chemical Plant without being detected. She opens the top hatch on the roof and slides into the building through the ceiling. Near her, two gunmen are heading her way up the stairs. She backs up a little and disappears into the darkness and waits for them.

"Anyway, I told her I didn't care what time of the month it was. I got towels, heh heh" Gunman #1 says.

"Aw your a sick f**k you know that man?" The second one responds. As they pass her, The Red Specter steps out of the shadows and smashes their skulls together, knocking them out.

"Heh, That was easy." She says as she begins to walk downstairs to the 2nd level. As she comes around the corner, she ducks and covers before the 35 thugs on the 2nd level can see her.

"S**t, that's alot of bad guys. Okay, here goes..."

She throws a pair of smokebombs in the room and everything gets very foggy very quickly.

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Into the smoke, The Red Specter darts in and begins fighting the goons. She delivers a hard elbow to one guys temple and almost kills him, almost, the a stiff shin to the throat of the nearest assailant. She headbutts the next one, shattering all of his teeth, before turning around breaking the next thugs nose and kicking him in the groin. She evades a gunshot from one thug who accidentally shoots and kills another thug in the process. The Red Specter does a leaping for arm smash to the gunman and within the same swift motion turns around and roundhouse kicks 2 approaching assailants at once. 2 thugs with swords come at the Red Specter full swing, as she is using her gauntlets to block all there strikes, she moves out of the way as they both lung and stab each other in the chest, both men killing each other. The thugs all go crazy with rage and begin shooting the entire place, disregarding each others own safety. The Red Specter uses her molecular destabilizer and all the ensuing bullets pass right through her as if she isn't even there and she watches as the remaining gunman, still blinded by smoke, all shoot each other to death. As the smoke clears, The Red Specter is surrounded by about 30 corpses and 5 half dead ones fighting to survive.

She heads downstairs where she sees two children being held hostage by a large man with thick black hair.

"Get back! I'll kill them!" He says to the Red Specter as he puts a gun to the little boys head.

"Who's children are those" She asks as she stands down.

"They are mine. This whole operation was mine too, and someone f****king snitched, someone ruined everything I have!" He said.

"And now you are going to kill your children? What is wrong with you, man? She asks.

"I'm serious, you b**tch! Get back!" he says as he points the gun to her.

"Listen, let's talk this over. I have killed all your men, you can go on to keep you life if you just let your children go" she says.

The gunman shoots The Red Specter in the head, but as she is still in "Shift" mode the bullet goes right through her and she just smiles, right before leaping towards, twisting his hand and turning his gun on himself. She pushes the gunmans hand further so that his gun is now in his mouth.

"I could kill you right now. It would be so easy...."

''Please lady, don't kill our day!" One of the children cries.

"F**ck" The Red Specter says. She belts the criminal in the face with her gauntlet and breaks his jaw, knocking him unconscious.

As the police bust into the Chemical Plant, The Red Specter ziplines up the building and exits right in the nick of time....
 
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A shadow moves swiftly over the city of Lost Haven. It curls over the roads and splashes down into the alley. The citizens of the city that see it think it's a trick of the light, or a figment of their imaginations. But it's not. It's me as I prowl the city looking for someone or something out of place.

But after an hour of searching, I find nothing. I materialize on the top of a building and peer out over the city, the wind blowing the bottom of my trench coat behind me. As I look at the city's lights I can't help letting my mind drift towards whatever is coming for me. The evil that approaches. The evil that has killed dozens of those like me. Dozens with the blood of Olympians flowing in their veins.

If those that were much older, and most likely more experienced than me fell to it, what chance do I have? I've barely mastered anything other than my powers over darkness and shadows.

I'm roused from my thoughts as Nysus pops up next to me, "Soooooo guess what I found?"

I look over, surprised, "You found something!?"

"Yerp," he replies as he floats on his back. "Nice find too. few blocks back in a basement. They were cooking something in those big wine casks. But hey were clear. And everyone was wearing masks."

"A meth lab," I whisper t myself. "I take back everything I said about you, Nysus. You did good, now take me there."

I meld back into the shadows and follow the satyr's spirit. It doesn't take us long to find the lab. It's situated underneath a fairly nice looking building, meaning it's probably owned by Xerxes. No self respecting landlord would allow something like this to happen right underneath their nose. Especially not in this part of the city.

Looking down at the satyr, "Can you shut off the electricity in the building and pull the fire alarms?"

"Yea, course," he nods. "I mean I have no real idea what that means."

"Fine," I respond, slightly annoyed at myself that I didn't realize that he lived in the BC era. "The fire alarms are red boxes with a lever. Just pull the lever. I don't want anyone who's innocent getting hurt. I'll deal with the electricity."

After a few moments, the fire alarm blares in the building and I can hear the tenants of the building rouse and begin to file out of their rooms. As the do, I slam my sword into the main breaker of the building, shutting the entire building's power. I know the cookers will be trying to destroy any evidence they can, giving me time to apprehend them.

I shadow transport into the basement, in the midst of confusion. None of them notice me initially. Not until I take the first one. He runs by me, and I drive my fist into him sending him flying across the room. That's when the gun fire starts.

I move quickly to teleport next to the only man in the room with a sub machine gun, but I'm too late. A stray shot sets off a small explosion that sends a torrent of flames into the building. I toss two of the cookers through a wall and back outside, ensuring none of them perish in the flames. I may be fighting them, but I'm no murderer.

As I do so, the biggest guy in the basement sends a fist flying at my head. The strike reverberates off my helmet, sending a slight shockwave through me. It dissorients me slightly, but I look up to see the brute holding his hand in pain after the strength of my Olympian forged armor broke it. I grab him and the first goon I knocked out with shadow constructs and toss them out the hole made by the first ones.

I quickly head back outside and bind the criminals with more shadows, only to have a frantic mother pull at my trench coat, "Please! My daughters still inside! Please."

Not wasting time by responding, I head straight into the burning building, completely aware that the flames won't burn me. As I frantically search for the girl, a small, amusing thought crosses through my mind.

Am I seriously doing this? I ask myself. This is seriously the biggest superhero cliche ever. I mean it's such a cliche they did it twice in the Spider-man movies.

I find the girl in a second story room, huddled in a blanket against a wall, surrounded by burning beams. I calmly walk through the flames and giver her my hand, "Come with me. I'm not going to hurt you."

I exit the building, depositing the girl with her mother, before turning back to the drug makers, "Tell Xerxes he better stay out of my town. Or else he's gonna have Cerberus to deal with."

As sirens approach quickly, I teleport over to the building where I met Nysus, who promptly appears and says, "Oh you are good with kids. Could you babysit for me?"

A shadowy tentacle grabs his foot and I dangle him in front of my face and jokingly say, "I'm really not in the mood."

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Washington, D.C.

"Puh-puh-please," a man stutters as he shuffles along his backside, away from two men standing in the shadows of his darkened room. "I have a wife and a son. Please don't kill me."

As the larger of the two men grabs him by the collar of his pajamas and slams him in the face again with his massive fist, the other assailant says in a mockingly pitied voice, "You have a son, senator? Well, you really shouldn't have told us that. Because now he'll have to die as well."

The large attacker toss the senator across the room, sending him shattering through a table in the process, as the other one continues, "You have used the power the gods have given you for far too long. And all you did was become a mere senator. You do not deserve the gifts you possess, and for that, you must die."

A blade is driven through the senator's chest, and the two assailants disappear instantly from the scene, knowing they have slain yet another Child of Olympus.
 
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THE BIRTH OF A HERO

"Stand back!" A broad female burst through the doors of the warehouse, holding one sai in both of her hands. Almost instantly, the weapon sliced across the Cop's neck, Cat watching on in horror as the law enforcer dropped to the floor, clutching his neck as he slowly became engulfed in the shadow of death.

Bullets flew, but the woman narrowly avoided the incoming attacks. She was faster than a cheetah, her movements swift yet sharp, piercing her sais in to the shoulders of the Cops, yanking them out and spinning them around her fingers. She finally launched herself in to the air, spinning round gracefully, like a helicopter blade in the sky. She stretched out her legs, kicking the last Cop standing up the chin and breaking his nose. Finally landing on two feet, the woman jabbed her sai in to the stomach of the Cop.

Cat felt her pupils lock down on the woman's movements, almost absorbing the skills like a sponge. "You are free to enter. Master Shinobi is waiting..."

"I-I'm gettin outta here!" Cat struggled to sprint in her platform stilettoes, but with all the strength she had, she yanked the hiding Karen by the arm and two females began to make an exit of Downtown Lost Haven.

"Hault!" A gust of wind knocked Cat and Karen off their feet, the two reporters lying on the ground, looking up at the women, who now stood in front of the two astonished females. "The Cops down here don't like when people start takin pictures. What are your names?"

"I-I'm Kayla, sh-she's Candice. We're here for the party..."

The woman sharply nodded, sliding her sais in to her silk, grey, kimona. "Very well...follow me."

***

Karen linked arms with Cat, the two females still shivering from the scene that the women had caused. They had entered the Judo warehouse, a tall blonde woman attacking a punchbag with all her effort. She had ripped four other punch bags apart, and had a katana placed by her feet. Once again, Cat's pupils locked in to position, watching the blonde woman attack the punchbag. "That is just Lotus, ignore her, she's in lockdown mode."

The three females walked straight passed the blonde women, making their way towards a stair case, that was titled 'Fire Exit'. The woman opened the doors, leading Karen and Cat down the narrow steel stairs. A soft sound of club music slowly started to fill up the eardrums of all three females, gradually becoming louder as they reached the bottom of the stairs. "Candice, Kayla, welcome to Club Ace..."

Their jaws dropped as they saw various females dancing seductivley around poles, some holding machine guns, some licking the blades of Machetes or Katanas. Men sat around, laughing, cheering, drinking. They each had a well-built female serving them their drinks, laughing with them and even giving them a private lap dance.

"Ah, Madame Rose, are these the girls Officer Jones recommended?"

The woman, who had been named Madame Rose, bowed down to her knees, smirking whilst standing back up straight. "Indeed, Master Shinobi. This is Candice and Kayla..."

They both reluctantly curtsied, looking at eachother with a nervous smile. "Courtsey!?"
"Well I wasn't going to bow, was I!?"

"Follow me, ladies. I have something more special for the two of you."

***

Brendan Cooper hung from chains, his arms wrapped together and his wrists aching from the grip of the chains. He felt like his arms were going to rip off, but kept himself from showing any signs of pain. Lyla Kwan had now changed in to a sharp black blazer, as well as a tight fitting, black, pinstripe, pants. Her stilettoes were razor sharp, the heels being made out of blades. Her hair had been slicked back in to a high bun, the chopsticks that kept the hair in place were indeed, miniature daggers. In her hand, she held a dart gun, ready to fire at any moment.

"I'm telling you, I don't know anything about Catrina being a methuamn!"

"Liar! Catrina Carter is the daughter of Tornado and the CIA worker, Agent Blair. Her DNA has been proved to show signs of metahuman traces, proving she did infact inherit her father's metahuman blood and not her mother's."

"Where did you even get those samples from!?" Brendan strained slightly, sweating heavily.

"Master Shinobi has his sources..."

"But why do you need me!? If you know she's a metahuman why are you asking me!?"

"This is not about her being a metahuman. This is about your connection to her. We plan to kill you and Ms Karen Hathway. Under orders from Master Shinobi, and his wife, Mirage."
 
Lost Haven Police Headquarters

Glass doors slide open and a dark figure strides out. A man the public knows as the Vigilante, but the criminal element of two cities calls “Him!” on an increasingly regular basis. The crimefighter is locked deep in thought, the images of a recently seen video tape plaguing his mind. Playing itself over and over and over inside of his head.

The video’s contents were explosive in nature, both literally and metaphorically. The thought which worries Isaac most is the knowledge that when its contents do get released to the press in a matter of hours, perhaps even less, there is no knowing the extent of the public’s reaction to it. One thing’s for certain; there will be outrage. The video itself featured a meta; he announced himself with a small inflammatory rant, abruptly told the host of a charitable event to “Shut up!” and then proceeded to flambé the city’s silver spoon section… Including a conservative senator who has been most vocal against metahumans and metahuman affairs.

The meta himself was still thus far an unknown, but it didn’t matter, they would find out soon enough. Particularly with S.T.R.I.K.E’s involvement in the case, from what little Isaac knew of the organisation he did know that they would likely have an extensive database on metas. The press would have a field day with this and the people would react with the same fear you could always count on them for. They’ll damn near tear each other apart. Some parts of this just didn’t add up to him, and S.T.R.I.K.E’s involvement, despite their ability to help, just made him even more uneasy.

Isaac got in his car and continued to think. He needed to call the others in on this. They need to be prepared for the inevitable blowback and possible negative treatment from the people if nothing else. He’d had an idea earlier, was uncertain if it would work, but it was about time he tried it out anyway.

Isaac pulled the car up by the park. Somewhat symbolic given the dedication and what it represented, but it would also give him the solitude he’d need to implement his plan.

He walked away from his car, searching for an isolated section of the park. Checking one last time that he was truly alone he pulled a small thin metal device from his pocket and raised it to his lips, giving it a lengthy inaudible blast.

[BLACKOUT]“I know you can hear me...”[/BLACKOUT] He started, speaking just louder than he would in an average conversation.

[BLACKOUT]“…but I’ve no idea if you’re listening. Hence the dog whistle. It’s supposed to let off a tone that registers above regular human’s capabilities. …but I’m willing to bet it doesn’t exceed yours.”[/BLACKOUT]

He gave the whistle another long blast.

[BLACKOUT]“Don’t come here now, Icon. That’s not what I want. But we do need to talk. In two hours, meet me on the top of the tallest building downtown. Don’t be late, I have a full card today. Probably for the rest of the week after what happened today. Now the reason why I’m telling you this way…”[/BLACKOUT]

Another loud blast on the inaudible whistle. Isaac heard the sound of dogs barking somewhere off in the distance, he bit his own lip in embarrassment realising that he was causing it and pocketed the whistle.

[BLACKOUT]“The reason why I’m telling you this way is because I found a bug in my car. They’re listening in on us. At least me, but I’ve no doubt they’ve been tracking the rest of you as well. Good news is; I doubt there’s a listening device on earth that’ll work as well as your own ears. But I want you to find a mirror and take a good hard look over yourself. They know you don’t need a car, so if they’re bugging you, chances are it’s on your person. I need you to be clean before I speak to you. Two hours, Icon. Be in the costume. You know I’ll be wearing mine.”[/BLACKOUT]

And with that he checked once more to see that he didn't have any unwanted onlookers and headed back to his car.

There was still much to do, and even more to think about, in the next two hours.
 
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"None of you cared to know who I was when I went here!" Foliage bellows. The vines rising up from the ground start to wrap around the ankles of the terrified high school students below. Screams ring out like a chorus in the night as Foliage continues, "Well, now you'll remember my face!"

"But they'll have trouble recognizing it with that fat lip!"

I launch myself at Foliage from the roof of the main building, fist outstretched. Foliage throws his arms up in front of his face. Two thick vines sprout up from the ground, forming a wall between us. I open my palm and fire two stingers. The vines flinch, but I crash into them regardless. One of the vines whips around and throws me to the ground.

"Mantis! How perfect!" Foliage smiles, still towering over the courtyard on his oversized leaf petal. "First, I'll kill you for locking me away for so long! Then, I'll get my revenge on this cursed school!"

Vines wrap around my legs and start to move up my body.

SHHNK!

My exoskeletal blades pop out from my forearms. I begin hacking away at the sentient plants, freeing myself for another attack. I push off of the ground, this time leaping at Foliage with my blades extended. Foliage blocks himself with another shield of plants, and I dive in blades first. I cut through the vines like tissue paper right through to the cowering Foliage behind it all.

I retract my blades and deliver a haymaker. It knocks Foliage off-balance, and he nearly falls off the leaf petal. As he lays on his hands and knees, I ask, "So how'd you get out, Francis? I know there's no way you could've gotten good behavior."

Foliage smirks. "Wouldn't you like to know?" He flicks his wrist, and I'm wrapped up by some kind of flower. The flower itself hovers in front of my face, looking as unfriendly as a flower can look. Foliage's smirk disappears. "And my name is Foliage!"

Suddenly, something sprays out of the flower. I try not to breathe it in, but my reactions are a little late. My eyes start to water.

"A potent blend, wouldn't you say, Mantis?" Foliage asks, standing over me triumphantly. He grabs me by the throat, lifting my heavy head to look him in the eyes. My vision starts to blur. "You have about thirty seconds left of consciousness, I'd say. No more quips, no more resistance." He grabs the back of my neck and draws me in closer, whispering, "Just be glad you won't be awake when I crush you. It's better than you deserve."

Foliage's flower releases me, and I have barely any sense of balance. Foliage rears back and delivers a strong punch, knocking me over his leafy platform. As I fall, all I can think about is how sleepy I'm getting. I hear a scream, and it sounds like Brooke. I hope she's okay. I hope Jim can...

THUD.

I barely feel it when I hit the ground, but it does rose me a little. My mind's still awake - though not by much - but my body is immobile. Foliage must've sprayed me with some kind of sleeping powder. Thorny branches sprout out of the ground on either side of me, arching over my body like a casket. They start to draw in closer, and with my last act of consciousness I cover my entire body in my exoskeleton.

***

Jim watches in horror as his best friend falls from a height of nearly twenty feet. Something's not right, Jim worries. Why isn't he moving? He watches as Mantis lays there motionless. The only sign of life is a slight roll of my head and a twitch of his fingers. Get up, Sean. Get up!

Jim feels the vines tightening around his own legs. He becomes acutely aware of Brooke's terrified whimpering. "It's gonna be fine," he assures her, though he feels the need to assure himself. He puts his arm around her and lets her lean against him. Mantis is engulfed in a patch of thorns, and Jim closes his eyes.

"Now, then! Where were we?"

Jim looks up at Foliage with contempt.

"Ah, yes!" Foliage laughs maliciously. He holds his hand up and closes his fist.

The vines resume growing now, working their way up their captives' legs and around their waists. Brooke goes into a panic now, and Jim struggles to calm her down. Truth be told, he's panicking himself. Jim fights against the vines, but they're stronger than rope. He looks at the thorn bush where Mantis was crushed. Come on, Sean. We need you, buddy.

***

I inhale sharply, as if waking from a bad dream. Everything is dark. Occasionally, I hear the sound of creaking, like a tree branch bending in the wind. I remember how I got here. The sleeping powder, the thorns, the exoskeleton. I wonder how long I've been out. I start to move, the thorns scratching against my bony exoskeletal shell. I mentally reform my blades, and I start to cut my way out.

With a surge of energy, I burst loose from the thicket of thorns. I retract my exoskeleton and look around the courtyard. My classmates are in up to their necks - literally. Foliage's vines have wrapped them up in a plant cocoon. A few of them notice me and begin to cry for help.

"No!" Foliage barks angrily. "There's no way you could have recovered!"

I crack my neck. "Sorry, Francis. Quick metabolism. Now, I'm going to convince you to let them go." I jump at Foliage, but my ankle is caught by a thorny branch. The thorns dig into my skin, and I hold back a yelp. I charge a nice, big old stinger and release it. The branch wilts, and I'm free once more.

"No! No!"

I connect my fist with Foliage's jaw. In my head, I hear the Mortal Kombat guy saying, "K.O.!" Sure enough, Foliage falls back, eyes rolling in his head. The vines begin to wilt, releasing my classmates. The oversized leaf we're standing on drops slowly like an elevator to the ground. I stand over Foliage's barely-conscious body.

"Next time, just join a club a something," I suggest. "No one cares about your problems."
 
After the impromtu meal, Scott and Keira sit together on his plush couch. For the first time since he had returned to Lost Haven after his self imposed exile, they had the chance to actually talk. They reminisced about how life had been before the invasion, before Keira had lost her best friend, and Scott had lost everything.

Now they sit together in front of the TV watching an old Bill Murray movie, both needing the comic relief after not only their trip down memory lane, but the events of the last several days.

Scott had told her about his encounter with the Director of STRIKE, and she shared his concerns about the man's proposal, as well as the ramifications for Icon's refusal to join the organization.

But now, they weren't going to worry about that. They were going to take a break from the chaos and pain in their lives, and watch Bill Murray bust ghosts.

Scott reaches for a handful of popcorn from the large bowl that Keira is holding, just as she does the same. Their hands touch for a moment, and as they do they turn to each other and look into one another's eyes. And at that moment, everything almost makes sense. For months after Lisa's death, Keira had been there for him. She had become his confidante and his best friend...but nothing more.

Eric and Jenny had both pushed him to give her a chance, but he had refused. It was too soon, he just wasn't ready...and he wasn't sure that he ever would be. But right now, in this moment it just feels right. They finally give in and lean in to each other, their lips about to touch for the first time.

Scott jerks his head back as he hears something...a horrible whistle followed by a very familiar voice.

[BLACKOUT]“I know you can hear me...”[/BLACKOUT] He started, speaking just louder than he would in an average conversation.

[BLACKOUT]“…but I’ve no idea if you’re listening. Hence the dog whistle. It’s supposed to let off a tone that registers above regular human’s capabilities. …but I’m willing to bet it doesn’t exceed yours.”[/BLACKOUT]

He gave the whistle another long blast.

[BLACKOUT]“Don’t come here now, Icon. That’s not what I want. But we do need to talk. In two hours, meet me on the top of the tallest building downtown. Don’t be late, I have a full card today. Probably for the rest of the week after what happened today. Now the reason why I’m telling you this way…”[/BLACKOUT]

Another loud blast on the inaudible whistle. Isaac heard the sound of dogs barking somewhere off in the distance, he bit his own lip in embarrassment realising that he was causing it and pocketed the whistle.

[BLACKOUT]“The reason why I’m telling you this way is because I found a bug in my car. They’re listening in on us. At least me, but I’ve no doubt they’ve been tracking the rest of you as well. Good news is; I doubt there’s a listening device on earth that’ll work as well as your own ears. But I want you to find a mirror and take a good hard look over yourself. They know you don’t need a car, so if they’re bugging you, chances are it’s on your person. I need you to be clean before I speak to you. Two hours, Icon. Be in the costume. You know I’ll be wearing mine.”[/BLACKOUT]

Scott leans back in the couch and looks to Keira who is looking back at him with a puzzled look on her face. He can understand her uncertainty, but does his best to reassure her.

"It's ok. Superhero stuff." He says, trying to sound lighthearted as he begins to strip down to the familiar "Icon" costume.

He goes into the bedroom where his large full sized mirror is located, and then comes back out into the living room.

"I've got to go. But you're more than welcome to stay. I'll see you when I get back." He says as he heads out of the apartment and goes toward the roof access door.

Isaac had said to meet him in two hours, and he will. First he wants to check something out for himself, and then he will meet Isaac at the location he had indicated...the Chambers Building.
 
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Dr. Pathos

Months ago, immediately following the end of the invasion.


The decrepit building in front of me seems like it's barely standing. A cold wind blows through the deserted street on which it stands. I smile to myself knowing that the building will serve my purposes well. I look over and smile coolly at the real estate agent, "I'll take it, ma'am."

The burned and basically destroyed city of Lost Haven will make the perfect sample for my next experiment. My next conquest of the human being. And their heroes will make interestingly difficult subjects. It's been so long since I've had a challenge. This shall be a good time.

"Very well," she smiles back. "We'll head back to the office and write up some paper work, okay?'

**********
4 weeks later


The building only took a month to reach my specifications. It's amazing how fast people can work when given the correct amount of motivation. A few illusions consisting of union officials claiming that they needed to work day and night without weekends was all it took. Of course, they'd never be payed as they were promised, but that's not my fault.

As I walk the currently empty hallways, I can't help but smile. This will be the greatest mental experiment known to man. And once it is over no one will question my genius or my power.

The different sections of the facility have been broken up by what the...patients will be doing. One for those that will be my eyes and ears in the city, and one for the more...volatile bunch. My quarters and the operating room are located towards the rear.

I enter my office and wait for my first...applicant. I put an add out for a receptionist and secretary, and received only one interested party.

I look over the file in front of me to see what’s wrong with my new friend. It’s a very ordinary file, one I’ve seen hundreds of times before. A woman who lost her entire family during the alien invasion. How boring Her husband, children, and mother were all vaporized in front of her, and somehow she survived. This is going to be easy.

She enters a little nervous, and I motion of her to sit down on the chair in front of me, “Thank you, Dr. Logan.”

She looks nervously at me, and I stare back at her, unblinking. As her mind races in front of me all of her being, everything that she is, becomes clear in my mind’s eye. The loss of her family has her desperate and seeking any kind of purpose in life. Good.

“Tell me, Janice,” I say while plastering a fake smile on my face. “Why do you think you should?”

"Well, sir," she stammers a bit, "I've had a tough time since the invasion. And I just really need something to go right for me."

I can sense her weakness. But I can also sense that she's telling the truth. I have no need to control her the way I do with others. She's so desperate and broken that I can manipulate her without using my mind. Another interesting development.

"Very well, Janice," You have the job.

**********
Now

Sitting in my office, I stretch my mind into the halls of my now fully functional facility. Janice sits at her desk in the front of the building typing away on some fake, menial task I assigned her. Down the hall three of my newest friends sit in their apartment-like rooms, stewing in their own emotions. And on the other side of the building, ten crazed lunatics scratch at the walls of their cage-like cells with bloody fingers.

I send a wave of calm towards them, making sure they do not injure themselves too much. I sense as they lay down and sleep.

All the while I smile to myself and whisper, "Yes...I believe it is time."
 
Richard Midas sits in the back of the gold Rolls Royce as it travels through the streets of Lost Haven toward its destination, silently cursing himself for not taking care of the threat of Shadow Walker before now.

He always believed that the vigilante was more of a nusance than an actual threat. He never actually thought that one man could possibly be a danger to the operation that Midas had built over the years.

But here he now is, about to go on the run because of the very man who he believed was not a real threat. A mistake that he will not repeat.

A mistake that he will rectify now.

He leans back in his seat and glares out the window as his vehicle moves toward its destination.

***
"No, I haven't told him yet." Erica says into the phone.

"No Mom, it's nothing like that. I just haven't found the right time to tell him. He's been really busy with his work and I just haven't told him yet."

She paces in the kitchen of the apartment she shares with her boyfriend, Kevin Pierce, who is also known by another name to the criminal element of Lost Haven, Shadow Walker.

"Yes Mom, I was planning on telling him tonight over dinner...yes, I think he'll be very happy."

There is a sudden knock on the door.

"Hold on a second, Mom. There's someone at the door....yeah, I'll just be a second." She says as she makes her way to the door.

When she opens the door, she is stunned to see a man who's face knows all too well, but never expected in a million years to be standing outside her door.

The man who is the reason that the love of her life risks his neck night after night as Shadow Walker.

Richard Midas.

Before she can react, Midas raises a gold plated pistol at her, and fires three shots into her chest.
 
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Monday mornings are pretty routine for me. My alarm goes off promptly at 8 AM. I've always been a morning person, so rising and shining are never a real problem for me. I roll out of bed, shut off my alarm, give a big old yawn and stretch. I trudge barefoot across my bedroom to my dresser. I throw on a clean pair of basketball shorts and a t-shirt. I slip into my sneakers and head out the door.

I start every morning with a little run, and this is no different. I developed habits to stay in shape when I was still at the firehouse, and they stuck with me. I take my usual route around the neighborhood, waving to the people I know and focusing on controlling my heart rate. I always try to take care of my body.

I finish my run at the deli down the street. Angelo, the Italian man who owns the place, recognizes me and waves hello. I wave back before making my way to the refrigerators. I get a bottled orange juice and head to the counter. "Hey, Angelo. Slow morning?" I ask as I look around the nearly deserted deli.

Angelo shrugs. "No more than every other Monday." He turns to me with a smile, holding a wrapped sandwich. "One bacon, egg, and cheese breakfast sandwich, and one orange juice. Same thing every day?"

"I like my routine," I reply, handing him the money for my breakfast. We follow this conversation like a script nearly every day. And it's true. My morning routine keeps me focused and helps me start the day right. I grab the sandwich and give an appreciative nod. "See you tomorrow, Angelo."

"I believe it."

I take my breakfast back to my apartment. I sit down in my kitchen, watching the morning news, while eating it. When I'm finished, I slip into the shower. I brush my teeth, I shave, and I throw on a clean shirt and jeans. I walk downstairs to my garage and open the doors. My business day has begun.

I walk into the empty garage. All of my clients have picked up their cars. I'm ready to take on new customers. I turn on the radio before checking my tools.

It's nice being my own boss. I make my own hours, I work the way I want to work. Don't get me wrong. I loved the firehouse. I loved feeling like I was making difference. But the hours and the stress were too much. Besides, I always told myself I wanted to be a mechanic, to fiddle with cars and engines just like I used to with my dad.

No sooner have I opened shop for the day than my first customer arrives. The black SUV pulls into the garage and comes to a stop. I put down my tools and approach the car. A woman steps out, giving a polite little smile.

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"Hello."

"Good morning, ma'am. What can I help you with?"

The first thing I notice about her are her eyes. They're a shimmering, silvery color unlike anything I've ever seen before.

"Well, I'm having trouble with my car," she explains. She then laughs and adds, "Obviously. It keeps stalling on me if it hasn't been running in a while, especially in the morning."

I take a look at the SUV. It's a fairly new model, so there shouldn't be too much wear on the engine.

"Can you help?"

I look back at the woman. "I think so. It sounds to me like you might have a broken hose or bad spark plugs. If that's the case, then it's just a matter of replacing whatever's wrong." I smile. "I can take a look, and if I'm right, it'll be ready for you by tomorrow, first thing in the morning."

The woman looks relieved. "That would be absolutely amazing. Thank you so much!"

I head back to my workbench and pick up a paper. "I'll just need you to fill out this form for me. You can leave me your keys and a number where I can reach you, and I'll call you to let you know it's done." I hand her the form while adding, "My name's Aron, by the way."

She shakes my hand. "Olive." As she fills out the form, I continue looking over her car. From all appearances, it looks like she's kept it in great condition. I think I have a hose lying around somewhere, and I should have spark plugs, too. "Okay. Thank you again, Aron!"

I take the form and her keys. "Not a problem. Have a good day now." As she walks out, I hang up her keys and put the form with the other completed ones. I remember that I left a set of spark plugs upstairs in my apartment. As I go outside, I see an owl perched on a streetlamp. Thinking little of it, I head up to my apartment to find those spark plugs.
 
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