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[Gallagher]

NIKI SANDERS
INDUSTRIAL SECTOR

Niki paused for a second, unsure of her next move. She was dead to the world, something that limited her options.

"Alright. Let's go. I want some answers though, and the Company is going to give me them one way or another."

Moving through alleyways, Revolver Ocelot and Niki Sanders evaded the oncoming police cars working there way on to a busy road in the center of town.

"The Company isn't going to give you anything but a bullet to the brain." Ocelot said once they were safely away from the burning wreckage. "My advice? Dissappear. I have a friend who can get me out of the country. Don't go looking for trouble Miss Sanders, you'll find it and it'll be more than you can handle."

 

[absonic93]

NIKI SANDERS
INDUSTRIAL SECTOR

Slipping through alleyways to avoid the police, the pair make their way from the scene of the explosion. Niki pants as she tires from the running, not to mention the shock of the past few minutes.

What did Jessica want from her? Niki wanted answers, after all, Jessica was apparently working with the company. They would know the answers.

Like he was reading her mind, Ocelot turns Niki to face him, starring her directly in the eyes.

"The Company isn't going to give you anything but a bullet to the brain. My advice? Dissappear. I have a friend who can get me out of the country. Don't go looking for trouble Miss Sanders, you'll find it and it'll be more than you can handle."

She gave a small nod, as she tried to take this all in. Was she some sort of fugitive now? If Jessica was working with the company, then why would they want to kill her and this old man?

The old man begins to run away as Niki stands in the alley way alone. She calls out, trying to shout as quietly as possible with the sounds of sirens in the air.

"WAIT!" Ocelot turns around.

"Thank you..." Niki wasn't sure what else to say, but she hardly knew this man. In a moment, he was gone, and Niki had never felt more alone.

Was this the only feeling she would ever feel again?

 

[Gallagher]

Seven hours after the attempt on his and Niki Sander's life Ocelot stood on the tarmac of a private runway, owned by one of the most powerful men in Russia: Colonel Sergei Gurlukovich, former head of Spetznaz and now leader of the Gurlukovich Mercenaries.

"Shalashaska!" He grinned, welcoming Ocelot with open arms and a thick Russian accent. "It has been too long old friend." The two men embraced, albiet, as far as Ocelot was concered, grudgingly.

"I had almost forgotten what they used to call me Sergei." He said, his mind flooded with fond memories of his time fighting wars around the globe working as a double agent for Big Boss's Company. In his native Russia, he was known and feared as Shalashaska meaning simply 'Prison'.

"So, why are you in such a rush to leave America?" The Colonel questioned light heartedly.

"I'd rather not have to tell you the whole story Sergei I'm quite a hurry if you don't mind."

"Of course! Of course, my plane is your plane comrade. The crew is on board, she is fuelled and ready to leave, only thing we are waiting on is you!" He laughed, patting his old war buddy on the back as they walked toward the ramp.

"Might I enquire as to where you will be taking my jet?" Gurlukovich chuckled.

"Alaska, a small island in the Fox Archipeligo to be exact."

Ocelot boarded the plan and turned to face the former head of Spetznaz with a fond smile.

"As soon as I arrive I'll have your men bring your plane back comrade." He waved a short salute before closing the door behind him and taking a seat on the luxurious aircraft loaned to him.

***

The flight was a long one, with little do to Ocelot found himself cleaning and re-cleaning his revolvers to mirror sheen. Twirling them around his finger as he was known to do when bored he sat lazily in a chair, slouched low.

"<Sir, we are getting a transmission from an Island below.>" Called one of the pilots in his native Russian. Ocelot lurched from his chair and strided up to the cockpit.

"Attention unidentified air craft." Crackled the radio, a thick, overly-arrogant British accent booming through the speakers. "This is restricted airspace, identify yourself or be shot from the sky."

Revolver grimaced. "This is Revolver Ocelot, I work for the people paying your bills FOXHOUND."

The radio went silent for a few agonizing moments before the voice came back once more.

"Welcome to Shadow Moses. You have permission to land."

 

[Catman_prb]

"Angel," he said "I'll be right there,"

Los Angeles General Hospital

"When did this happen?" Angel breathed. Gunn was standing next to him, looking abnormally solemn. The pair could hear Fred's sobs from outside, and Wesley's murmured words of comfort.

"A couple of hours ago," Gunn said abruptly.

"Why wasn't I told a couple of hours ago then?" he hissed.

"We called you the second we knew," he whispered, not meeting his employer's eye. In the bed before them lay Cordelia Chase, dead and drained of blood. On her neck were two holes. Angel went very still for a second. Then he span around and knocked over the apparatus that was set up nearby.

"Goddamit," he shouted.

"She died in her sleep," Gunn said quietly "There was nothing we could've done,"

"I need to get out of the city for a few days," he mumbled, turning and heading out the door.

"Angel!" Gunn shouted after him.

"They may've turned her Gunn. Deal with the body," he said, deadpan.

Three Weeks Later

"You're not welcome here, vampire," the brown-haired woman said menacingly.

"I know, and I'm sorry for what happened Ellen, but I need your help," Angel said, hands in the air.

-CLICK-

"Put the gun down Jo, then get out of here. Me and the boy here need to talk," Ellen said. Angel heard the young girl mutter something, before heading out back. He moved over towards the bar, and sat on the stool while Ellen stared at him.

"She's grown," he said awkwardly.

"What do you want?" she asked abruptly.

"To apologize for what happened with Bill-" he began.

"********," she said simply "You've had nigh on 15 years to come apologize to me for you and John cocking up. But you haven't. So I guess you need help," she muttered.

Angel hang his head.

"Buffy Summers," he spat. Ellen raised her eyebrow.

"Queen Slayer? You do go for the high-profile targets, dont ya?" she said.

"Please," he whispered.

"I'll do some research," she said "Get back to you on it,"

"Thanks," he said, standing and walking out. Jo re-entered the bar.

"Who was that, mom?" she asked innocently. Ellen watched the dust fly into the air as the car drove away.

"Trouble,"

 

[NiteMare Shape]

Spike​

It all started because of a girl. He was her enemy for so long, eventually becoming an ally, a lover and eventually a friend. He stood at her side against everything from a trio of "supervillians" to a hell god, and even the first, ultimate evil.

It was in that final battle that he made the ultimate sacrifice, giving his life so that she and the others could escape from the Hellmouth. With his sacrifice, he not only saved the group of slayers and the others that fought at there side, he helped defeat the First Evil, and as a result closed the Hellmouth forever.

That should have been the end of his story, but it wasn't. If it had been the end, he could forever be remembered by her, and her friends for his sacrifice. But it wasn't meant to be.

A group of lawyers from the lawfirm Wolfram & Hart decided to bring him back to serve their own ends. But he wouldn't have it, he rejected them. And now he finds himself for the first time in several lifetimes..."What's next?"

"LA huh? I always wanted to spend some time out here. Living the high life, the glitz, the glamour...seeing the sights, killing some demons. This is my kind of town...."

It all started with a girl...Instead of giving into the urge to get out of town and track her down, he will do what she would do. Stay and fight. He knows that the Slayer and her friends will be fine without him, and he is needed here...so he will stay here, Los Angeles...this city doesn't know what it's in for.

 

[Venom160]

The Road so Far.....

[YT]SL7T8_mDga0[/YT]​

Donnie's Discount Gas
Westhill, Virginia

"She was a fast machine. She kept her motor clean. She was the best damn woman I had ever seen!"

Sam Winchester looks up from the tattered journal and glares at the radio that Dean left blaring while he fills up his baby (a black 67 Chevy Impala). Usually Sam wouldn't care but he has a particularly nasty headache building and the loud music wasen't helping. Finally letting out a deep breath Sam reaches out and turns it down to barely a whisper.

"Hey!"

Dean bends down and looks at the radio than back to his brother.

"How many times have a told you not to touch my radio."

"Thirty."

"Alright just checking."

Dean climbs back behind the wheel and throws one of many fake credit cards back into the glove box before peeling out of the gas station.

"So what do we got?"

Sam lays a map on his lap and unfolds it.

"These coordinates dad left us leads to a place in Colorado called Sacred Oaks."

"Ok does it say anything about this place in Dad's journal?"

"Haven't found anything yet..."

"Well keep looking."

Dean grins as he reaches forward and turns the radio back up to blaring.

"Oh yeah you shook me all night long!"

 

[Green Lantern]

I look at Sarah with wide eyes and grin. She just rolls hers and smiles. "Well aren't you Captain Sunshine today." Casey just gives me the glare that melts steel. "Right, sorry. Major Sunshine." Casey looks away considering it for a moment, then grunts in approval. Sarah smiles and walks past me, following Casey.

"We wouldn't have bothered you if we hadn't heard a gunshot. Care to explain that?" Sarah asks as she sits at Casey's kitchen counter.

At Bartowski's all too chipper comments, Casey winces and grunts. When Sarah
asks him about the gunshot. "Alarm went off. Annoyed me. Know what else annoys me?"

Casey smiled coldly at Chuck, winking obviously.

 

[wiegeabo]

At Bartowski's all too chipper comments, Casey winces and grunts. When Sarah
asks him about the gunshot. "Alarm went off. Annoyed me. Know what else annoys me?"

Casey smiled coldly at Chuck, winking obviously.

"Um...starch in your laundry?"

Glare.

"Oh, come on big guy. Where's that famous sense of humor?" Glare. "...he says to the scary man who just shot an alarm clock."

I clap my hands and rub them together. "Soooo.....what's the plan for today?"

 

[RGDurant]

After two days of nonstop labor, Darkman finally had his lab fully functional, the Bio-Press was completly assembled and he had the chemical materials for his liquid skin. He felt better now then the past week, he was making himself a new home. Sure he still would need to set up a security perimeter with cameras and traps, as well as the computer audio status system, but for now he had his lab, and he was going to use it.

Peyton tapped a series of numbers into the computer, and then it request a photoscanning, he took out an old picture of himself and set it in the scanner.

The holographic projector created a 3-D image of Peyton's unburned face. He tapped in the necessary code and the Bio-Press activate, the liquid skin pumped into the special molding device.

Darkman turn of the lights, and the molding box opened, inside was the flesh colored mask was ready. he took it and quickly stuffed it into a black plastic sack to preserve it.

"Now I just need a pair of skin gloves, then I can go and have something decent to eat."

 

[Catman_prb]

London

The apartment door was slightly ajar when Angel reached it. He'd had a call from Ellen a few days ago saying that she'd heard that Buffy was in England someplace. He figured that checking up on the London-bound slayers would be her first point of call. But something was wrong. He knew this was where their Watcher lived, but he could smell blood all over the place. It reeked from the very walls. He held a large knife under his jacket, one that he'd acquired after dodging the Norsefire Patrols. He pushed the door open, and was struck with a sight that made even him pause. There were bodies of young slayers strewn all over the place, a line of blood connecting each of them. In the middle was a man in a trenchcoat.

-CLICK-

The pitch black room was suddenly illuminated by a small silver lighter in the man's hand.

"Yeah," he said "It's exactly as bad as it looks,"

"I haven't said anything yet," Angel said, not moving.

"Bunch of young girls ripped apart in an apartment, and a man found there blood on his hands. What's there to say?"

"I didn't notice the blood on your hands,"

"You should ****ing pay attention then, shouldn't you," he said, taking a puff of his cigarette "I'm Constantine,"

Angel looked at him for a second.

"Angel," he said. Constantine raised an eyebrow.

"Angel? As in Angelus? The biggest, baddest vampire ever to come out of the black pit of hell?"

"That's the one,"

"Oh well," Constantine said, shrugging "Can't blame a guy for what he used to be,"

Angel stepped through the doorway, looking at the blood that had been plastered up the wall, and the bodies of the young girls. A thought occured.

"Where's the Watcher?" he asked quietly.

"Wondering when you were gonna pick up on that," Constantine said.

"You think he killed them?" Angel asked. The other man shrugged.

"Only met the guy once," he said "thought he was out of his depth,"

"You know these kids?"

"Yeah. One of them was a friend of my neice; one thing led to another and I ended up looking after half a dozen untrained slayers come New Year," he said in a hushed tone.

"You were their Watcher?"

"No. This new Slayer Army has the organisational skills of a ******ed chipmunk," he muttered, anger creeping into his voice "The one eyed guy-"

"-Xander Harris?"

"No, the other one-eyed Watcher. He turned up, asked me if I wanted to make it official. Mentioned Scooby Doo or some ****. I told him to shove it up his eyesocket, so he gave the girls this new guy. God, he was ****tin' himself. And quite rightly, I hear the girls were throwin' a right tantrum about it," Constantine said, smiling a little.

"I'm sorry," Angel said.

"Sorry doesn't change anything. Finding the bastard that did this and giving him a new set of holes will," he said, taking a puff of the cigarette.

"What can kill a room full of Slayers without leaving half a limb behind?" Angel pondered.

"I think I know," Constantine said, slight apprehension making it's way into his voice.

"What?"

"A couple of months back there was some stupid **** trying to summon an Old One in the city,"

"You're kidding," Angel sighed.

"Nope. I thought we'd sent it back to wherever the hell it came from, but it may've stayed a little closer than I thought,"

"Based on what? I thought you only got the new Watcher a day or so ago?"

"There's a body missing," Constantine said, taking a long puff of the cigarette. In the distance they heard more sirens.

"Let's go," Angel said, heading for the door.

 

[Green Lantern]

"Um...starch in your laundry?" Glare. "Oh, come on big guy. Where's that famous sense of humor?" Glare. "...he says to the scary man who just shot an alarm clock." I clap my hands and rub them together. "Soooo.....what's the plan for today?"

"Orange Orange."

"Isn't it a bit late in the day for a wake me up orange juice?"

Casey glares at Chuck and emits a low pitched growl at the man.

"Now is not the time for your 'humor' Bartowski. We have important stuff to do."

 

[wiegeabo]

"Orange Orange."

"Isn't it a bit late in the day for a wake me up orange juice?"

Casey glares at Chuck and emits a low pitched growl at the man.

"Now is not the time for your 'humor' Bartowski. We have important stuff to do."

"Right." I point at Casey. "You are making no sense whatsoever. And you're being a lot scarier than usually. Which...in all honesty, I didn't think was possible." Casey just stares and growls again. "Oookaaay. That's a look that would make any terrorist confess."

Casey actually smiles. "Thanks."

My eyebrows go up. "Uh...you're welcome?" I turn to Sarah in confusion. "Would someone tell me what in the world is going on?"

 

[Green Lantern]

"Sorry Chuck, can't. Its top secret."

Casey smirks as Chuck looks disappointed and dejected.

"Looks like someone got their dog run over by a cement truck."

***

They went down into the Castle, the secret NSA/CIA base under the Orange Orange, and Casey shoved Chuck into a chair.

"Bartowski. How many times have you disobeyed direct orders? How many times have you put your life, and the security of the intersect into harms way? How many times have you left the car when we told you not to?"

"Go easy on him Casey. He's just trying to help."

 

[wiegeabo]

"Sorry Chuck, can't. Its top secret."

Casey smirks as Chuck looks disappointed and dejected.

"Looks like someone got their dog run over by a cement truck."

***

They went down into the Castle, the secret NSA/CIA base under the Orange Orange, and Casey shoved Chuck into a chair.

"Bartowski. How many times have you disobeyed direct orders? How many times have you put your life, and the security of the intersect into harms way? How many times have you left the car when we told you not to?"

"Go easy on him Casey. He's just trying to help."

"Yeah, Casey. Go easy on him. I mean, I'm the intersect, right?"

Casey slams his hands on the arm of my chair. "Answer the question!"

"42!" They just look at me. I chuckle a bit. "42. Get it? The meaning of life, the universe, and everything." They stare blankly. "Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy? Douglas Adams, anyone?"

"Are you sure we can't shoot him?"

"Very sure."

"Just the kneecap. I won't kill him."

I quickly cover my knees. "Uh, no means no? Listen, I never stay in the car because it's never safe in the car. It all works out in the end, right?" I smile, but they don't. "Right?"

 

[Green Lantern]

"Yeah, Casey. Go easy on him. I mean, I'm the intersect, right?"

Casey slams his hands on the arm of my chair. "Answer the question!"

"42!" They just look at me. I chuckle a bit. "42. Get it? The meaning of life, the universe, and everything." They stare blankly. "Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy? Douglas Adams, anyone?"

"Are you sure we can't shoot him?"

"Very sure."

"Just the kneecap. I won't kill him."

I quickly cover my knees. "Uh, no means no? Listen, I never stay in the car because it's never safe in the car. It all works out in the end, right?" I smile, but they don't. "Right?"

"Chuck..."

"Just one bullet?"

"It usually works out..."

"A finger even? Nothin vital."

"But sooner or later..."

"Gamblers ruin. I don't shoot you, some Fulcrum double does, and then who gets to have fun? Not me, not you, some jackass traitor."

 

[wiegeabo]

"Chuck..."

"Just one bullet?"

"It usually works out..."

"A finger even? Nothin vital."

"But sooner or later..."

"Gamblers ruin. I don't shoot you, some Fulcrum double does, and then who gets to have fun? Not me, not you, some jackass traitor."

"Well, I'd rather have you shoot me than someone else." Casey instantly brightens up. I put my hands out to stop him. "No, wait! Let me rephrase. I mean, I know I'll always be safe with you guys around. You're the best. So...no matter how bad it gets, I never really worry too much, because I know you two will be there."

Sarah's expression softens a bit, and she looks a little surprised. But her expression returns to normal. "That's...sweet, Chuck. Really. But we can't take that risk. You're just too important...since you're the Intersect."

 

[Carnage27]

"Ummm Leo. We might have a problem," Don's voice echoes on my head as I dodge a punch thrown by a downtown drug dealer.

I grab his arm and deliver a swift kick to the man's stomach and drive him headfirst into a parked car's window.

"Why do you always interrupt me when I'm having fun Donny?" I laugh back.

"Sorry bro, but it looks like we might have a problem of someone snooping around."

"Cops? or someone else?"

"Well...it might be something else. He's big, red, and ugly. And he looks pissed."

"You're sure it's not just Raph?"

"Very funny, fearless leader. You do know this is an open channel right?"

"Relax, hothead, I was kidding. But we better check this out. Head down below. Mikey, you too. And just to be safe, Donny, it's time for you to kick some shell."

As I head down into the sewers, I hope whatever we're up against is ready for a beating.

It only takes me a few minutes to track down the big red intruder in the sewers. He isn't very stealthy, but he looks like he can deal out some damage.

My brothers and I have surrounded him at an intersection, and I see Raph with his sais drawn and ready for attack.

I pull a smoke bomb off my belt and toss it in front of the behemoth, and it explodes, obviously surprising him. Almost instantly us four turtles are on him, delivering blows from all angles.

But this guy is tough. He smacks Mikey across the face with his one arm, which looks like it's made of solid rock, and gets rid of Don with the back stroke.

"Raph, attack as one, it's our only chance!"

Raph and I leap and deliver kicks to his face, which send the monster reeling.

Man...this thing is tough.

 

[Blacklight]

​

Simmons Household, Queens. 2003...


When Al Simmon's decided to return home to his beloved wife, he didn't think that when he did so, he'd set off a chain of events that would change his life forever, for his future is a dark one indeed, because his soul had been corrupted and tainted with darkness.

This night was the beginning of the end for Al Simmons...

"Honey, is that you?" The ever-beautiful Wanda Blake had asked the person entering her front door.

"Yeah it's me..." Simmons shouted back to his wife, who was preparing a meal for the two. He trodded through the foyer to their household kitchen and watched as she was chopping carrots.

"Al, you don't look too good. Are you alright?"

"I'm fine. Just a rough night at work..." he replied with a sigh. She saw his discomfort, and wrapped her arms around him, hoping to make his pain subside with a gentle kiss.

However it had no effect on him. His little 'talk' with Angela Petrelli had him completely insecure about his life and the decisions he's made now, and Wanda's attempts to soothe him were plainly futile.

"Al? What's wrong?"

Al sighed. He didn't really know how to break this news to her, but he had to do it. For the greater good, and more importantly, her safety...

"I... I'm thinking of... quitting my job..."

"What?"

"It's... it's too hard for me. I can't do it anymore..."

"But... But Al..."

"But what, Wanda!?" He asked her with slight anger in his voice. She was his wife. She should be supporting him...

"But... What will you do for a job? How will we be able to support ourselves?"

"What does it matter? I'm telling you I can't do it anymore!"

"But... Al... You have to do it, or else we won't be able to keep this roof over our heads..."

Al couldn't believe what he was hearing. How could she say that? If she only knew that the reason he has to stop being a mercenary was to protect her and innocent lives, she wouldn't be defying him like this...

Simmons erupted into a rage, shoving things off the countertops, punching his fists into cabinets.

"RRRAAGGHHH!!" He screamed. "You sound like HIM!"

"Him? Who's 'him'?"

"WYNN!"

Then for a brief moment, Simmons no longer saw his wife, but in her place he saw his menace of a boss. Jason Wynn. He's the one who has forced him to kill all those people over the years, and almost murder the Petrellis. Well Al had had enough, and it was time to stand up to him.

Simmons lunged at Wynn and punched him straight across his face, and when Wynn was down, he continued to attack him as brutally as he could...

"YOU WILL NEVER HURT ANYONE AGAIN!!!"

The punches he landed got harder and harder, and blood was splattered all over his fists, with a few droplets on his face...

"I. AM. NOT. YOUR. PUPPET!!!!"

And with that, he took his final swing on the unconcious Wynn, but as he closed his eyes for a brief second, he opened them to find the most horrific of images...

"W-W-Wanda!?"

He saw Wanda Blake unconcious beneath him, her face covered in her own blood. For even though it was Wynn Simmons saw in his head, it was his wife who really suffered his wrath...

"WANDA!!!"

 

[NiteMare Shape]

​

Spike watches as the vampire he's been tailing heads down a dark alley with the girl he picked up at the bar. He sticks to the shadows, not wanting to be seen.

He stays back as the vampire "vamps out" and reveals his true face to the girl. She screams at the sight, and begins say a silent prayer as the vampire moves in to make her a meal.

Spike flips his zippo open and lights his cigarette, taking a long drag, and exhaling the smoke in one long, loud overexaggerated exhalation.

Both the vampire and the girl stop and stair at the man standing before them, trying to figure out what exactly he is doing there.

"Leave blondie." The vampire says.

The young blonde woman tries to move away from the vampire.

"Not you sweetheart, I was talking to the Billy Idol wannabe over there."

"Actually, there's a funny story about that." Spike says, approaching the vampire.

Spike steps up to where the vampire is standing, grins at him, and produces a wooden stake from the sleeve of his trenchcoat, imbedding it directly into the vampire's heart.

"Too bad you'll never get to hear it." Spike says as the vampire turns to dust.

"Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you..." The woman cries, trying to get closer to him.

"Are you a sodding moron?" spike yells at the woman.

"What?"

"Are you stupid? Do you go into dark alleys with just anyone you just meet in a bar? I mean seriously...you're a bloody git, you know that? Now why don't you run along home, and please, do yourself a favor, don't go and get yourself mixed up with anymore vampires...I can't be here to save you everytime."

The woman just stands there, her jaw slack as he reprimands her. Then after a few moments she runs out of the alley and down the street.

"Some people."



​

 

[RGDurant]

Peyton pulled his jacket tighter around his body, his hand checking his shirt collar to smooth out the synthetic skin mask underneath the fabric. He abandoned the mantled trench coat and fedora for attire that drew less attention. He wore brown cargo pants, a dark green sweater, a red checkered flannel jacket, and a pair of brown oxfords. His synthetic skin covered hands were in his pockets as he walked the partially crowded sidewalks, in one of his hands, a battered stop watch was ticking off the minutes he had left before the skin would decay.


After nearly twenty minutes of walking, Peyton found a late-hours diner. he had quite enough of take-out and was wanting something freshly cooked. He walked up to the place, pushed open the glass door, and stepped into the warm diner.

He selected a booth against the opposing wall and sat down, the place was barely busy, just him and a middle aged couple in few booths down. A tired waitress with dirty blond hair and too much eye make-up walked to his booth with notepad and pencil in hand.


"Good evening, what can I get for you tonight?"

"Uh, just a cup of coffee for now and a menu please."

"You got it bub."

The waitress left the lamented menu on the table and went off to get his coffee.

Peyton opened the menu and browse through for something he hadn't tasted for awhile. His attention drifted to the couple in next few booths over, they were laughing quitely, whispering to each other, wrapped in each other's conversation. Peyton's depression chilled his heart into ice, his twisted mind started dwelling on how the past could have been. He could have perfected the skin, he could have married Julie, he could have been a father, a grandfather, he could've had a blissful existance apart from the violence, despair, and filth that was his life as Darkman.


He pulled himself out of his self pity and made himself give a slight smile as the waitress poured him a hot cup of coffee.

 

[absonic93]

NIKI SANDERS
INDUSTRIAL SECTOR

Slipping through alleyways to avoid the police, the pair make their way from the scene of the explosion. Niki pants as she tires from the running, not to mention the shock of the past few minutes.

What did Jessica want from her? Niki wanted answers, after all, Jessica was apparently working with the company. They would know the answers.

Like he was reading her mind, Ocelot turns Niki to face him, starring her directly in the eyes.

"The Company isn't going to give you anything but a bullet to the brain. My advice? Dissappear. I have a friend who can get me out of the country. Don't go looking for trouble Miss Sanders, you'll find it and it'll be more than you can handle."

She gave a small nod, as she tried to take this all in. Was she some sort of fugitive now? If Jessica was working with the company, then why would they want to kill her and this old man?

The old man begins to run away as Niki stands in the alley way alone. She calls out, trying to shout as quietly as possible with the sounds of sirens in the air.

"WAIT!" Ocelot turns around.

"Thank you..." Niki wasn't sure what else to say, but she hardly knew this man. In a moment, he was gone, and Niki had never felt more alone.

Was this the only feeling she would ever feel again?

NIKI SANDERS
NEW YORK CITY

Niki knocked on the door as she nervously stood in the hallway of the rather run-down apartment complex. She knocked once more before the door finally opened, unveiling the small girl in the doorway.

"Mohinder!" she called into the apartment, quickly turning back to Niki.

"I know you!" She spoke in a rather mature tone for her age before Niki could even say 'hello'. Niki looked the girl up and down, trying to recollect who she was.

Before long, an Indian man with a strong vibe of scientist took place behind the girl, placing his hands on her shoulders.

"Niki? Niki Sanders?" He asked, tightening his grip on the girl's shoulders as to protect her from a threat.

"Yes...I didn't know where else to go...is this a bad time Dr. Suresh?"

He appeared puzzled, staring at Niki as if she had five heads.

"Why would you come here? What else do you want from me?"

Niki couldn't understand what he was talking about. The last time she had seen him, they had been partners in the Company before she injected herself with the Shanti Virus.....the Virus. Jessica said she would take care of Niki.

"I'm not sure I understand?"

He pulled the girl back a few steps.

"Understand? Last time you came here you threw me against a wall demanding I cure you." He shouted.

"What are you talking about?" Niki exclaimed, already knowing the answer to her question.

After a moment of high tension, the small girl took a stride towards Niki, finally realizing where they had met.

"You! You helped me and Mohinder escape Kirby Plaza! You had this...this strength, and you ripped the door hinge right off!!! I remember now, you're a hero!" She said excitedly.

"Molly!" Mohinder cried as he pulled her back towards him.

"Listen Niki, I want to help you, but I can't bring your...'case' into this house. We have enough troubles as it is. I can't risk Molly's safety."

The girl pouted in protest.

"Mohinder, Niki helped save our lives! I don't think she would come in here and hurt you" She turned towards Niki. "Would you?"

Niki dazed out of the moment, staring off into space. How dangerous had she become? What did Jessica want that she was willing to hurt anyone? How could she believe violence was what Niki wanted?

"I...I wouldn't....Jessica would..."

"Who's Jessica" Molly asked, Mohinder once again pulling her back.

The two, girl and man, locked eyes until Mohinder finally let out a sigh before finally welcoming Niki inside with a childish tone.

"Well we can't leave you out there in New York alone, can we. Really now Niki, you look like a bomb just went off next to you. Let's get you cleaned up and we'll see if I can help you."

As Molly skipped off to her room, excited of their new house guest, Mohinder grabbed Niki aside.

"Niki, I'm sorry, but I need to know Jessica is under control. Is she?"

Niki couldn't hold it in any longer. Everything that had happened to her recently was building into a river of tears that was about to break the dam. Tears began pouring out as Mohinder awkwardly embraced the sobbing woman.

"You must help me!"

 

[RGDurant]

Ash killed the Delta's engine after he parked behind his small house, he then stepped out and headed to the back door, unlocking the door before stumbling in.

He went straight to his bedroom closet and pulled out a wooden trunk, he opened it to reveal his weaponry. Ash unfastened his hook and threw it across the room, it was a piece of junk compared to his gauntlet, he strapped the metal glove to his wrist and flexed the strong prosthetic fingers.

He then gathered the rest of the essentials, his Boomstick, chainsaw, harness, clothes, toilet paper, maps, and first aid kit. He put it all in a large sack and hauled it all out to his car.

After putting it all in the back, Ash climbed into the driver's seat, started the engine, and pulled out onto the road. He didn't know where he was to go from there, all he knew is the he had to go somewhere far from Dearborn.

 

[Carnage27]

My lungs scream for air as I run through the California night. The city streets blur by my invisible body, and I have to dodge the oblivious people in front of me. The Company has been on my tail for the past three days, ever since I tried to visit Claire in Costa Verde. I've flown, I've teleported, but everywhere I go, they're waiting for me.

Shes wasn't there. Not even Noah Bennet was there. Was the Company after them, too? That's all I've been getting lately. More questions, and less answers. Hell, I didn't even recognize half the agents they sent after me.

I dip into an alley and attempt to catch my breath, when all of a sudden a ball of fire flies over my head.

"Hey, Peter. Ya know it's awfully hard on me and my partner when you run like that."

"Yea well, you guys won't have to chase me for much longer."

"Yea? You finally giving up?" the agent says in a southern draw.

I focus on Hiro Nakamura and freeze time, and position myself between the two agents.

Letting time flow for a second I whisper, "Nope," into his ear, and teleport the two of them to Kirby Plaza in New York City.

Using the brief time I have to rest, I see a closed electronics store across the street. The obnoxious green and yellow sign practically screams the name of the store at me..."BUY MORE."

I teleport myself in go invisible, lay down on the couch in the back of the store...and doze off.

 

[absonic93]

TRACY STRAUSS
WASHINGTON D.C.

Walking down the hall, the sound of the woman's heels resonates on the hard floor. She smiles at the Security Guard as she walks into the office through the extravagantly carved, wooden door.

She enters, and makes her way towards the desk before her.

"Good morning Governor." She smiles

The man looks up from a document he was reading.

"Ah Tracy. Good morning to you."

The interaction between them would have led no one to believe that Tracy had spent the night with the Governor.

"Have you read the papers? Girl Burns Down Building Without Match. Have you found a way to dissociate these latest outbreaks of power from the government?"

Tracy grabs the edge of her skirt as she takes a seat opposite the Governor at his desk.

"Must we go over this again Governor? It's the governments fault for letting these Super Humans roam free in the first place. There should be control on these sorts of things so some girl in Queens doesn't burn down her neighborhood."

He laughed as he leaned back in his chair, and folded his hands together.

"Oh Tracy, I know full well of your distrust in these freaks of nature. I just don't think action could ever be approved. Did you know that-"

"-One fifth of New York are those freaks, yes I'm perfectly aware Robert."

She regained composure, trying not to rant upon her anger.

"Have you read the proposal I drew up for you on the registration of Super Humans in our state? I believe if New York, home to many of them, takes a stand in control then other states may take our lead."

His face turned to one of apology. He leaned forward one the desk.

"Tracy, you know I could never put this through. People already have distrust in these strange times. Now if I went and proposed this silly idea to Congress, do you have any idea what would happen to my reputation? Tracy darling, I trust you as my political adviser, but this is too big for you. Oh, and we return to New York tomorrow just remember."

"Yes Robert... oh and Remember your 2 o'clock meeting later on with New York's Congressmen later."

Tracy stood up, collecting her things as she gave a fake farewell smile to the Governor of New York, exiting the way she came in.

She however did not smile at the security guard this time. It wasn't his ass she had to kiss.

 

[Green Lantern]

"Well, I'd rather have you shoot me than someone else." Casey instantly brightens up. I put my hands out to stop him. "No, wait! Let me rephrase. I mean, I know I'll always be safe with you guys around. You're the best. So...no matter how bad it gets, I never really worry too much, because I know you two will be there."

Sarah's expression softens a bit, and she looks a little surprised. But her expression returns to normal. "That's...sweet, Chuck. Really. But we can't take that risk. You're just too important...since you're the Intersect."

Casey grunts, holstering his pistol.

"Well if I can't shoot him, lets get to the damn Buy More."

He grabs a pot of coffee off the burner, and pours a glass of a "liquid" that appeared the consistency of sludge. A smile instantly graced his face as he swallowed the gunk in one gulp.