The "From The Pages Of..." Comics Universe RPG

[Carnage27]

I sit, meditating in the dojo. The images of the last few weeks fly by in my mind. Our first night on patrol. The night we met Hellboy. But there is one thing that I can't seem to get a hold of: The night in the museum, when I fought those mysterious ninjas. I remember how they moved, how they attacked, and that dragon headband they wore on their heads.

There was something about them that was so...familiar. Thoughts of a ninja crime syndicate haunt my dreams. I know what we can do, but an army of ninjas could be unstoppable.

I hear the door open, which rouses me from my thoughts. I turn to see the silhouette of Master Splinter standing there.

"Leonardo, assemble your brothers. We must talk about matters of grave importance."
​

 

[absonic93]

TRACY STRAUSS
PETRELLI MANSION, NEW YORK

"Now Tracy, I have to begin with-"

Tracy sat up straight in her chair, crossing neatly one leg over the other.

"It's Ms. Strauss actually" she spoke, smiling and placing her hands on her lap gently.

"Yes, Ms. Strauss, my apologizes. I know you recently discovered...something you can do out of the ordinary. As many in the world have recently. Those can be broken into classes however, as not all are born with powers. Some have just been part of the next stage in human evolution."

"I'm perfectly aware of all this information. The purge, and now the secret metahumans living across the country."

"Yes, and I understand they would be all locked up if it was up to you"

Tracy silently stared out the window. For the past few days, all she has been thinking about are her beliefs, and how they may now be effected.

"Yes, that's true. I think they pose a danger to society. Especially these untrained people who just happen to get their powers. At least the heroes had some control."

Angela smiled.

"Tracy, you killed someone with your power. Should we lock you up dear?"

The two woman locked gazes, Angela smiling, and Tracy focusing all her hatred into her eyes.

"Ms. Strauss, the couch..."

Tracy broke gaze, and looked at the two arms of the couch.

Frozen solid. She quickly grabbed her purse and stood up.

"I should go."

"Thank you, I always hated that couch." The old woman smugly grinned.

As Tracy reached for the door handle, she turned back to see Angela Petrelli standing in the archway to the living room.

"Before you go Tracy, you should know that you are not an evolved human..."

Tracy immediately switched directions and marched towards Angela.

"What the hell are you talking about? Did you make me this way."

"...Yes Tracy..."

Tears began streaming down Tracy's face.

"WHY? I'VE KILLED A MAN! WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO SOMEONE?"

Not breaking out even a small emotion, Angela continued.

"When you were born, you had two sisters. Triplets. You were all injected with a certain formula a company had been developing that could turn people into metahumans. Then you were all seperated."

Tracy instantly remembered the name Niki Sanders

"You monster"

The icy blonde ran out the door, crying.

Her life was over.

 

[Carnage27]

​

I sit, meditating in the dojo. The images of the last few weeks fly by in my mind. Our first night on patrol. The night we met Hellboy. But there is one thing that I can't seem to get a hold of: The night in the museum, when I fought those mysterious ninjas. I remember how they moved, how they attacked, and that dragon headband they wore on their heads.

There was something about them that was so...familiar. Thoughts of a ninja crime syndicate haunt my dreams. I know what we can do, but an army of ninjas could be unstoppable.

I hear the door open, which rouses me from my thoughts. I turn to see the silhouette of Master Splinter standing there.

"Leonardo, assemble your brothers. We must talk about matters of grave importance."
​

My brothers and I sit in front of Master Splinter, who sits in a chair raised above us. He has an incredibly serious, almost worried, look on his face.

Man...If something's got Splinter worried, it must be pretty serious.

"My sons, I have gathered you tonight to inform you that a great evil is at work in our city. Since you were young, I have told you how we came to be, and how my master was murdered by a ninja by the name of Oroku Saki, a lieutenant for the Foot Clan."

"For many years I feared that the Foot would attempt to set up an operation in America...and they have. The bandanna that Leonardo brought back from his encounter at the museum bears their mark," Splinter explains as he passes us the bandanna.

Splinter stands and looks at each one of us, "This is now our top priority. We must smoke out these villains an stop what ever they are planning."

I stand and respond with purpose, "Master, we will stop the Foot."

Our father's voice turns solemn, "I know you will, my son. But be warned. If Oroku Saki is here, he is an incredibly dangerous individual. It has been said that he possess other-worldly powers, and others claim he is immortal."

"Yea, well, we'll see how immortal he is after he's gotta taste of shell," Raph says while twirling his sai.

"Turtles...it's time to crack some heads. If the Foot is out there, someone knows where to find them."

My brothers rush to grab their gear, and Splinter puts a hand on my shoulder, "Leonardo, I may know of someone you should ask for help..."

 

[absonic93]

TRACY STRAUSS
OFFICE OF THE GOVERNOR OF NEW YORK

"What? Fired?"

The governor leaned back, putting his palms on the back of his head, and placing his feet on his desk. Tracy had stopped by the office on her way back from the Petrelli mansion only to have her life go from bad to worse.

"Sorry Tracy darling. I have no choice"

"Yes you do. You can tell me why the hell you would fire me. Where is this coming from?"

He let out a sigh, sitting back up and leaning over the desk towards the angry blonde before him.

"It's the metahumans..."

Tracy just glared with hatred. How much hate did she have to let out? When was she finally going to be happy again?

"The metahumans told you to fire me?"

He paused, thinking over how he was going to say his words.

"Well it's not like that. It's you, and the metahumans..."

Oh god, does he know? Tracy thought to herself.

"Your hatred for them is getting New York bad press hon. If I want to be re-elected, I gotta show the population that I'm a tolerable guy who only wants peace...and you're not bringing that image to the table sweet heart."

Tracy slammed her fist on the table.

"You wouldn't even be here if it wasn't for me. What about us?"

The governor simply shrugged it off.

"Tracy you know politics. It's all about the press. Now don't make this harder than it needs to."

Tracy fought the strong urge just to knock everything off his desk and choke the ******* to death. Instead she gave a quick smile that faded into a glare.

"Good-bye Governor. See you in hell." She yelled as she marched out.

"Aw Tracy, don't be so cold."

Tracy paused, one hand on the door knob.

"Oh you have no idea." And with that she slammed the door on him, but before she let go of the door, she paused.

Ice formed around the handle, engulfing the bronze before Tracy finally snapped it off with ease.

She stared at it for a moment, laughing before she threw it to the ground.

Ice shattered across the ground, spreading in all directions.

Tracy Strauss smiled at the security guard this time.

"Have a nice night Ms. Strauss."

 

[Carnage27]

​

My brothers rush to grab their gear, and Splinter puts a hand on my shoulder, "Leonardo, I may know of someone you should ask for help..."

"I can't believe I have to go find this guy by myself," I say as I traverse the Manhattan rooftops.

Raph's voice comes over the communicator, "What's wrong, scared, Leo?"

"Come on, Raph, you've heard the stories from Splinter. The man's a maniac, I don't care if he's called a 'hero'."

"Yea, well I coming up on some trouble, let me know if you need some help."

"10-4, Raph. Good luck."

I keep on the move, and get to the border of Manhattan and the Bronx. It's been a while since I've left Manhattan, and as bad as the crime is there, the Bronx is worse.

I continue my search in the new burrow, looking for something, anything, that can lead me to what I'm looking for. Luckily for me, it doesn't take long.

I can hear screams coming from a couple blocks down, which leads me to quite an interesting sight. From atop the roofs, I see two Japanese men, dead and bound in an alley.

"There's a note," a police officer says as he walks back to his partner. "It just says 'extortion'. Looks like he's at it again."

That's all I need to hear, and I sprint off following the alley along the rooftops. After a few minutes, I see a figure below.

Dropping down to street level, the figure hears me, and turns slowly, revealing his masked face and fedora.

"Hello, Rorschach. I've got some questions for you."

The vigilante mearly stands there and mutters, "Hurm."
​

 

[Byrd Man]

Dover
July, 1891

From atop cliffs, I stare out into the ocean. My thoughts stuck somewhere in between the past and what is yet to come.
"Rather beautiful, isn't it?" A voice calls from behind as I puff on my pipe.

"Are you the man I am supposed to meet?" I say as I turn and face the voice. He's a fat man with gaudy rings adorning his fingers.

"Surely, you live up to your title as the world's greatest detective."

"Indeed. Why couldn't me meet at Baker Street? Why does an MI5 agent such as yourself choose here to meet?"

"So, you brother has told you about me?"

"Mycroft and I hardly keep in touch. You give yourself away, sir. The rather ostentatious ring on your right ring hand has the MI5 emblem encrusted on it. The all seeing eye is fairly common for Masons, but no you're not a mason...I believe one has to have actual social skills to join the Masons...The tobacco I smell on you, it's a brand favored by veterans of the India uprising. I know how all you little military boys enjoy your intelligence. Ha, Military Intelligence now that is an oyimoron if the word ever existed. The only thing that eludes me about you is your name, so would you be so kind?"

"The name's Bond. Campion Bond." The fat man says as he lights a cigarette.

"Since you've so throughly deduced me and my habits. Let me propose this to you. Why are you agreeing to this?"

I smile and take another puff off my pipe.

"Quite simple really, there are no more challenges for me. Even the most impossible cases I can solve with ease. When I recieved you letter, it filled me with something I haven't felt in many years. Excitment."

"Where is the good doctor?"

"Watson? He has no more time for this running around. He has a new wife to take care of, I believe this is too dangerous for my friend."

Bond takes a long drag off his cigarette and tosses it to the ground.

"Very well then. There is a coach waiting at the end of the road here."

I tap my cane as the two of us walk down the dirt road towards the carriage.

"So, Mister Bond. What shall I be doing for you?"

"You're not working for me, Detective. You're working for Queen and Country....you and the rest of the League."
​

 

[wiegeabo]

The day doesn't really start until Big Mike sits down and chomps into his first doughnut of the day. Doesn't matter if there are customers in the store or not. Once he bites down, the day at the Buy-More officially begins.

Which means that no one is doing any work.

Jeff and Lester are off doing some other crazy plan/game/bet/whatever. Morgan's in the home display, playing the latest version Call to Battle: Arms of Duty. He snuck in there fast. Sneaked in there fast.

Wait. Is it snuck or sneaked?

I look at the clock. 8:06 a.m.

I sigh and drop my face back into my hands, elbows on the counter as I stand inside the Nerd Herd booth. I wonder if I can sneak into the Castle. And what's going on down there...

 

[Carnage27]

​

"Hello, Rorschach. I've got some questions for you."

The vigilante mearly stands there and mutters, "Hurm."​

​

Rorschach opens up a window to his apartment, and I climb inside. Once I'm in, the smell of his quarters hits me like a ton of bricks. The place is like a landfill.

Oh man. We live in a sewer...and it is way nicer than this place.

"You know the rat?"

"Yes, he is my sensei."

"What do you need to know?" he says as he opens a can of beans and shoves a spoon full into his partially exposed face.

I sit down on a rickety chair and look and the man sitting across from me, "We believe that there is a ninja crime syndicate sprouting up in New York. Master Splinter believes that you would know if something like that was happening."

The vigilante scratches the stubble on his chin, and seems to ponder what I've put in front of him.

"Many Japanese criminals in the area recently. Dressed in masks and black cloth. Only managed to catch one. Said something about compound in New Jersey. May be worth investigating."

I stand up and head to the window, and get ready to head back home, "Thanks, Rorschach. You've been a great help."

"Say hello to Splinter."

"Will do," I say as I leap to the alley below.

"Turtles, head back to base. We've got a lead."

"Um, Leo. We could use some help."

"Yea, bro. Let's just say we ran into trouble...lot's of trouble," I hear Mikey say with the background noise of his nunchaku strike an opponent's skull.

"I'll be there as quick as I can."

 

[Green Lantern]

Casey held his gun to the back of Petrelli's head as he shoved him down the narrow stairway to the underground bunker known as the castle.

"Getcher ass down there. Now that the prez has shut down Guantanamo, us big bad types gotta get our kicks when we can."

One moment the gun was on the back of the man's head, the next the head was gone.

"The hell?"

He looked at Sarah, who looked just as shocked as he did.

"Go get Bartowski. Something odd is goin on here."

 

[absonic93]

TRACY STRAUSS
NEW YORK

Tracy spent the next few days in her apartment again, but rather than crying her eyes out as the day progressed, she was simply wondering what to do next. She had these powers, and perhaps they weren't all that bad. After all, she was learning control every day.

By stepping into the unknown, she found herself losing fear of what she could do. Of course, she also couldn't parade around, showing off her powers. That sort of activity was outlawed by the government.

Then of course there was the matter of her lack of job now. She had spent her entire career helping the governor of New York get to his position, and now he just threw her out on her ass.

Then again, maybe this was a good thing. Perhaps that position was holding her back. She could accomplish so much more helping someone who might actually change this world. She looked at the paper.

The name PETRELLI flashed across the top of the page.

Tracy stared for a moment. A plan began forming itself in her mind.

Yes, Petrelli could help her. And she could help him. She grabbed her purse, and put on her coat as she walked to the door.

As she neared it, a flash caught her eye in the hall.

She paused, and panned the room, before shrugging it off and continuing. As she reached for the nob...

A sharp bolt instantly struck her neck, resonating through her entire body before Tracy finally slumped to the floor unconscious.

A figure stepped out of the shadows, holding a tazer device with a long coil stuck in Tracy's neck. Two revolvers hung on his belt. The man smiled.

"Gotcha Sanders."

 

[RGDurant]

Jason walked through his forest, the freezing downpour on his shoulders, his blood-caked machete held firm in his grip. He patrolled his home ground since the dawn and neither saw nor felt any unwanted presence, so he was contented to return to the opposite side of the lake.

The ramshackled little shack lay waiting, Jason approached and pushed open the door, the rusty hinges and aged plywood creaked and moaned. He lay his machete on a table beside the countless tools and cutlery he used to for murder.

Jason walked over to a spotted curtain and pulled it aside, revealing the shrine he made for his departed mother, her clothes, filthy and moth eaten lay in a neat pile. The machete that took her life rest on top the folded sweater, surrounded by the rotted bones of past victims.

Looking over all of this was a decaying skull that once was Pamela Voorhees' head. Even without eyes, the gaze of his mother had never lost it's potency over Jason. He knelt down on his knees and cupped the skull in his hands, laying his hockey-masked forehead against it in a loving embrace.

Jason stood up and left his mother to rest. Going into his bedroom, he took his teddy bear from his pillow and stared down it, it's left button eye dangling from a thread. He sat on his bed and held the teddy bear close to his chest.

 

[wiegeabo]

Casey held his gun to the back of Petrelli's head as he shoved him down the narrow stairway to the underground bunker known as the castle.

"Getcher ass down there. Now that the prez has shut down Guantanamo, us big bad types gotta get our kicks when we can."

One moment the gun was on the back of the man's head, the next the head was gone.

"The hell?"

He looked at Sarah, who looked just as shocked as he did.

"Go get Bartowski. Something odd is goin on here."

Customers come in. Customers go out. Customers come in. Customers go out.

I look up at the clock again. 8:08 am. Two minutes. Two long minutes since I last looked. Ok, Chuck. Get your mind off of what's going on down there. Just focus on the store.

Buy-More's having one of Big Mike's brilliant monthly sales. Guess that's why so many people are in here so early in the morning. He slashes all prices by ten percent, after raising them five. That way the customers actually only get 6 and a half percent off, and Mike gets to move old merchandise without losing so much money. Sometimes working here is depressing for multiple reasons.

I look through our list of installations. There's only two scheduled for this afternoon. I check the repair list. Nothing. The one day that we actually don't have any computers to work on. Which means there's nothing for me to do except stand here and wait for something to happen.

8:10 am. I sigh, and rest my face on my fists.

And that's when she walks in.

Suddenly my whole day looks brighter when Sarah Walker walks through the stores doors. She seems to move in slow motion. I tilt my head to the side and smile as I watch. The way she smiles at me. The way here hair teasingly blows around her. The way she seductively blows me a kiss...

"Hi Chuck."

I snap out of it as my cheek slips off my fist and my face hits the counter. "Oh! Uh, hi Sarah." I try to act cool, failing miserable. Sarah gives me a light kiss on the cheek and a stand up tall, a big goofy grin on my face. "So, uh, what's up?"

She smiles and leans in. But her voice is serious as she whispers. "We need you down the the Castle. Petrelli's gone."

"Gone?" I say much too loudly. A couple of customers look at me, and I just smile and nod, embarrassed. "What do you mean, gone?" I whisper back. "How?"

"I'll tell you when we get there. Come on." She takes my hand and leads away.

"Bartowski!" Sarah and I stop as Big Mike stomps out of his office. "Where the hell do you think your going ten minutes after the store opens?!"

"Uh, well Big Mike...uh, you see..."

"Hey Big Mike," Morgan says, appearing out of nowhere. "Come on, man. You know how it is when your smoking hot girl comes over and wants to spend a little quality time with you. Can't really say no, can you."

Big Mike glares at Morgan. Then he grunts and laughs a little. "Heh. Yeah, I know what you mean." Big Mikes eyes look off into the distance for a moment before he suddenly realizes where he is. "Ok, Bartowski. I want you back in ten minutes."

"R-right," I say as Sarah leads me out. I mouth a thanks to Morgan, and he gives me an enthusiastic thumbs up. I notice Big Mike looking up at nothing as he slowly makes his way back to his office.

Sarah quickly runs me over to the Orange Orange and we go through the Castle entrance in the back. Down the stairs, Casey's waiting for us. "So...what happened guys?"

 

[Green Lantern]

Casey grunts, not liking having to rely on Chuck. "Thats what you need to figure out, Brainiac."

Casey opens his arms wide as if displaying the room.

"Anything in here you flash on? Anything that could have let that terrorist scumbucket get away?"

 

[absonic93]

TRACY STRAUSS
UNKNOWN LOCATION

Blackness clouded Tracy Strauss's vision, as she rolled her head around, looking for the light she couldn't find.

she found herself sitting in the front passenger seat of a car driving along the highway, a mysterious man sitting next to her.

"Good, you're awake."

Tracy stared at him, eying her new surroundings.

"Where the hell am I?"

The man gave a laugh.

"Geez Sanders, I thought you would be happier to see me."

Niki Sanders

"I'm not Niki Sanders. Now stop this car."

He gave out another laugh.

"Ok I get it. So you're Jessica. Whatever, doesn't matter to me."He pulled out a revolver, aiming it at Tracy's head.

Tracy's heart stopped as her situation sank in.

"Now cooperate, and don't pull any crap. You might be super strong, but one of these bullets will take you down."

Niki Sanders...who was she?

Tracy closed her eyes, not exactly praying, but asking for some sort of higher power assistance.

WIth a flash, she reached for his gun, wrapping her hand around the barrel as ice emitted from her palm, engulfing the revolver until it shattered across the front of the car.

The man was startled. He couldn't believe what he just saw.

"Who the hell are you?"

He reached for his other gun, but Tracy was quick and had placed both palms on the door as it soon became a sheet of ice. She thrusted her foot into it, breaking it before jumping out onto the side of the highway.

Terrified and unsure, Tracy picked herself up off the pavement, scars and scrapes all over her body, and ran into the woods.

Niki Sanders

 

[wiegeabo]

Casey grunts, not liking having to rely on Chuck. "Thats what you need to figure out, Brainiac."

Casey opens his arms wide as if displaying the room.

"Anything in here you flash on? Anything that could have let that terrorist scumbucket get away?"

"Wait a minute. I'm lost. Your saying you had him down here and he got away from you?" I ask both of them. Sarah looks just as confused as I am. Casey has an angry sneer on his face. Of course, Casey always has an angry sneer on his face.

"Okay...clear it up for me. Why would you think anything in the Castle would make me flash? I'm down here all the time." I wave my hands. "You know what, take me through it step by step. You guys brought him down here...and what? He get the drop on you Casey?" I tease.

 

[Mercy]

Elle Bishop:
Electric Manipulation
Potential for "The League"
She's next, target found.

 

[Green Lantern]

"Wait a minute. I'm lost. Your saying you had him down here and he got away from you?" I ask both of them. Sarah looks just as confused as I am. Casey has an angry sneer on his face. Of course, Casey always has an angry sneer on his face.

"Okay...clear it up for me. Why would you think anything in the Castle would make me flash? I'm down here all the time." I wave my hands. "You know what, take me through it step by step. You guys brought him down here...and what? He get the drop on you Casey?" I tease.

Casey growls and slightly smiles as Chuck slinks back. "No one got the drop on me. He just vanished."

"Now do your damn job, computer."

Casey scowls at Chuck.

 

[wiegeabo]

Casey growls and slightly smiles as Chuck slinks back. "No one got the drop on me. He just vanished."

"Now do your damn job, computer."

Casey scowls at Chuck.

"Wait wait wait wait. He just 'vanished'?!" Sarah and Casey look at me, waiting for me to connect the dots.

"Yes."

My eyes go wide and my hands shake with excitement. "Vanished! He vanished!" I open my hands at them for emphasis. They just stare. "Peter was talking about people with superpowers..." Stare. "He said he was on the run..." Stare.

The geek in me is on the verge of exploding. "Oh, come on guys. He teleported. He TELEPORTED! He actually does have superpowers. Superpowers exist!!!"

 

[Byrd Man]

​

The Bronx Zoo

"Ray, the PKE readings here are hot." Egon Spengler says as he monitors his PKE reader.

"I know this is incredible!" Ray Stanz exclaims as the two men stomp through the empty monkey cage with their proton packs.

"This could be bigger than the Saybrook Connecticut Incident of 1951!"

"Venkman, how are things with you and Winston?"

"Well, Egon!.We're up to our knees' in elephant ****...other than that we're okay."

Both men continue their trek through the cage. Stopping as the PKE reader starts to beep wildly as a low growl is heard just outside the shine of their flashlights.

"Spengler, time to pull 'em." Ray says.

As soon as the words leave his mouth, a vicous animal leaps from the shadows at the two men.

BLAM!

The beast's head pulls apart as a massive bullet rips through it. What's left of the body splatters on the two men's shoes.

"Sorry about that." I say as I emerge from the shadows behind them.

"That little sucker's been killing off the animals in this zoo for the past two weeks. He had it coming."

Egon and Roy look at the body and sigh.

"You should have tranqed him, Hellboy. I would have liked to have examined his brain."

I holster The Samaritan and pull out a cigar.

"Hopefully that bit of brain on your shoe is enough." I say as I light the cigar.

"What was that anyway?"

"That was a sub-demon, sort of like a pet for an occultist. Occult groups get together and pull them out of hell. You have to know your stuff to do it, but it's nowhere near as hard as pulling something as big as your's truly out of the firey gates."

"Wait! I've seen pictures of this thing. It's-"

"El Chupacabra. Yep. My best guess is that some would be devil worshipper let his out to pee one night and rover never came back home. I wouldn't worry too much, fellas. I think this was an isolated incident..."

"AHHH! HELP!" Venkman sqwaks from Ray's walkie-talkie.

I pull The Samaritan back out of it's holster as Ray, Egon, and myself dash towards Venkman and Winston's location.

Why can't I be right for once?!​

 

[Green Lantern]

"Wait wait wait wait. He just 'vanished'?!" Sarah and Casey look at me, waiting for me to connect the dots.

"Yes."

My eyes go wide and my hands shake with excitement. "Vanished! He vanished!" I open my hands at them for emphasis. They just stare. "Peter was talking about people with superpowers..." Stare. "He said he was on the run..." Stare.

The geek in me is on the verge of exploding. "Oh, come on guys. He teleported. He TELEPORTED! He actually does have superpowers. Superpowers exist!!!"

"Calm down Chuck."

"Yeah. Before I show you MY super power."

Chuck gives Casey a perplexed look. Casey just gives Chuck a glare. It seemed the hint worked as Chuck started looking around.

 

[Mercy]

Elle Bishop sat in the leather black chair, she observed her laptop, she had recently got an email stating to meet 'someone' at Grover's Drive, at exactly 7:00pm. The email address read: "[email protected]", it didn't give an ID at all. She observed the email for some time, she quickly sent a reply, then got up from the chair. She walked around in the dark office, finally realizing what she had to do. She walked out her office, looking around at the busy people scurrying around her. She grabbed one of the busy people and pulled them towards her.
"Help me. Go back to your desk and search up the company Shellfound, once you have done that, I want you to go to Grover's Drive at 7:00pm"
The worker nodded, her name tag read: "Jill Roberts"
Elle walked out the room. She breathed the fresh air of the streets, she looked around. Elle straightened her jacket and walked down the long busy motorway. Elle was heading towards a friend she had recently met, who seemed to know more ''stuff'' then Elle did. She was meant to be meeting Claire, but Elle had more important things to do.

Elle stood in front of a large black door, she had knocked about 5 minutes ago. The door then finally opened. It slowly opened and revealed Dale Arden. When Elle had first agreed to meet her for the first time, Dale explained how she had been to space and back. Dale seemed oblivious to the fact that Elle carried a gun, tucked away under her jacket. Dale greeted Elle gingerly, she then shut the door behind her. Elle looked around, it was like a TARDIS. She was in a slim, slender silver hall. Dale walked down the hall and Elle quickly followed.
"Elle Bishop, glad you came, I contacted Claire Bennet (whom I know through an old friend) and told her where you were, so no worries"
Elle growled, she had already grown angry in the space of two seconds.
"NO!" Elle caught up with Dale, Dale shot a peculiar look at her. Elle seemed worried now, she knew what Claire wanted and what she would do to get it.

Claire Bennet's voice was heard from the end of the hall. Claire then slowly appeared, holding a gun to a nervous man's head. Elle gave a look of anger and shock at Claire.
"So you were expecting me Bishop?"

Somewhere in the hills of Ireland....
"Will Claire Bennet be dealt with?"
"If necessary, yes"
"It is highly necessary! Get someone down there and make them deal with her!" The voice boomed around the dark room.
"I think Elle can take care of herself, Sire, and if not Dale is on patrol. Look you chose Bishop to be in the League, you asked her to come to Shellfound, if you wanted her so badly, then trust her"
"Listen, Ms Waves, if this isn't dealt with in time, you go down there"
​

 

[wiegeabo]

"Calm down Chuck."

"Yeah. Before I show you MY super power."

Chuck gives Casey a perplexed look. Casey just gives Chuck a glare. It seemed the hint worked as Chuck started looking around.

"Geez. Ok, Major Buzzkill."

Sarah steps between both of us. "Chuck. Casey. You need to calm down. Chuck, there's no such thing as superpowers."

"She says to the guy with the intersect in his head."

Sarah rolls her eyes and Casey growls. "That's not the same thing and you know it."

"Ok, you know what? Let's just think about it for a second. There's no way a guy like Peter can take down someone as big and scary as Casey." Casey grunts in agreement. "And even if he could-" Glare. "I said if, how would he get out of the Castle. Especially since you were down here too."

"And what about all that stuff Peter told us. About his brother, and others like him. Listen, I know that all the 'supers' went away back in the 80's. And we've all been told that no one had actual powers. It was all tricks and gadgets. But...what if...what if they did." Sarah and Casey look at each other, neither liking the answers they come up with.

"Ok, tell you what. Let's give the general a call. If anyone knows anything about everything, besides yours truly, then it's her."

 

[Carnage27]

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I track my brothers' location on a device Donnie whipped up, and discover them on a rooftop in battle with the Foot.

I leap into a group of them, brandishing my katanas. I slice two of them down, and deliver a kick that sends one smashing into another.

Soon, my three brothers and I are back to back, with over thirty Foot surrounding us.

"Glad you could get here, Leo," Donnie pants as he delivers a strike to the nearest ninja.

Mikey leaps over me, and cracks another's jaw with his nunchakus, "Yea, dude, the Foot came outta nowhere like a swift kick in the ass. Hehe. Get it? WHOA!"

A ninja slices at Mike with a sword, which Raph catches with a sai, spins, and stabs the attacker in the thigh, "Wow, Mikey, watch out. Dane Cook might start stealing your material."

I cut down two Foot standing infront of me, and realize we are grossly out number, "This really isn't looking good you guys."

 

[absonic93]

She wasn't sure how far she had run, or if she was even still breathing, but Tracy continued running through the woods.

Rain poured down on her through the branches. Mud splattered over her legs as her bare feet trudged through the mud. She had ditched her high-heels when she jumped out of the car.

Finally, after coming to a clearing, Tracy stopped, frightened and alone in the middle of nowhere. She looked up to the sky as the cold rain fell upon her face.

Still in a daze, Tracy slowly stumbled to a nearby rock where she sat down, huddling close to keep warm.

Here she was. The strong, independent woman Tracy Strauss. sitting on a rock in a downpour. Freezing to her bone, shivering. Showing all signs of weakness that angered her even more.

How did her life go from the luxury she had before, to probably the lowest point on earth. She had fallen, and fallen hard.

And just then, Tracy cried. She wasn't sure if they were tears, or the rain dripping down her face, but she felt emotion lifting off her shoulders.

The crying felt good.

 

[RGDurant]

KI KI KI MA MA MA MA

Jason was pulled from half-sleep by his hidden sense. He knew an intruder had wandered into his territory. He placed his teddy on his filthy pillow and stood up. Retrieving his machete from the table, slid it into his belt, and then took ahold of a double-bladed axe.

Armed to kill, Jason shoved open the door of his shack and wander out into the rain drenched forest to find his prey.