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THE NEW HEROES RPG
(From the New Heroes RPG Sign-up)​


CO-CREATERS: The Question, Twylight, and spartin2008.
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(Sage)

Six years ago​

“There was an explosion today at Monroe Inc. The reporters say that only one person was injured and flown to the nearest hospital. The cause of the explosion is thought to be from a broken gas line.” I watched the news while lying in the hospital bed.

“They have it so wrong, and they probably will never figure it out.” I said, talking to my girlfriend, Julie Bradford and my mother, Tracie.

“So keep going, you still haven’t finished.” Julie said.

“Yeah, what exactly did happen?” my mother said.

“Ok, well you know how the classic elements are Air, Water, Earth, Fire, Metal and Lightning? Well at dad’s company we work with a lot of substances. I was over in another room, doing some in-depth research for my science fair project, when I heard pandemonium out of the room. I was curious to what was going on, so I walked out there to see what was causing the madness. No sooner then when I get out there the entire front room is empty. I glanced over and in dads mixing station I saw all kinds of weird things. Burst of fire, rain and lightning storms. Well about five seconds more and there it was, the explosion that the news was so wrong about. “

“So that is what happened, they mixed some chemicals?” Julie asked.

“Not just chemicals, like I said, Air, Water, Earth, Fire, Metal and Lightning. They tried to combine them into one. One dominate element, better than the rest.” I explained

“Well I know it’s a blessing to have you unharmed, and alright.” My mother replied. “I’m going to go call you father and tell him to order pizza for supper.” She finished as she walked out.

“I’m glad you’re alright,” Julie said while getting up and coming over to me. “Your lucky.”

“To have you, you took time away from you vacation to drive back here just to see me.” I answered.

“I wasn’t talking about that, you’re lucky to be alive. The explosion sounded pretty bad. But I have to agree with you also, I love you.” Julie said, kissing me.

“I love you too. And thanks again for coming” I said while trying to get out of bed.

“Here, let me help you.” Julie said while helping me up

“Thanks.”

“Your father said he would meet us at home. Are you ready to go?” my mother asked while walking back in the door.

“Sure mom, do you care if Julie stays and eats with us tonight?”

“I don’t want to intrude”

“It’s fine, but we need to leave so we can get home.” My mother answered. “I will go start the car and meet you two out there.”
Julie helped me up; we hugged and then grabbed my things. “Lets go, we will talk more tonight.” Julie said as we both left the room.


Now​

John Monroe just graduated college as a chemistry teacher, also owning the company known as Monroe Inc. because of his father’s recent death. He now is trying to retry the same experiment that his father tried 6 years ago.

“This should work” I said, standing in front of my new creation. “I know what was wrong with my dads experiment…it needed a conductor, something to absorb the energy given off by the elements.”

“Sir, all channels online. We are ready to insert the piece”

“Very well” Now I look to my fiancée Julie. “And this could put our company on the market.”

“Are you sure that you have everything correct?" Julie asked me

“Absolutely, we will not have the same accident that happened 6 years ago.” I give her a kiss. “Put the necklace in” I say to the workers as they place it in the containment cell. “Now if it is all correct the 6 elements will be easily absorbed into the new, metal alloy, necklace I created by combining Titanium, Aluminum and Steel.”

“The necklace is placed sure.” A worker said.

“Good, now open all six containment fields” When I said this I did not know what would happen. Then again an explosion, only this time nothing, I was the only one who noticed it. Weird. And when I looked for the necklace I couldn’t find it. That night I looked in the mirror at home and saw it, only it was branded into my neck…

“Julie, can you come here real quick” I asked

“Yeah hun, what is it?”

“Look at my neck, what do you see?”

“It’s a little red, do you have a rash?”

“No” I replied, “I just must have been seeing things”

“Well I’m going to bed, are you coming?”

“Yeah, give me a minuet.” I answered as she walked out. “Wow, things are getting weird, ever since that first explosion it seems those elements I have control of, like the flood last year, I just thought of it back in the ocean and it was. And that forest fire 3 years ago, I think I just made it just disappear. And last weak that rockslide that could have destroyed Washington and it went back up the mountain. Something weird is going on and I’m going to figure it out” I say as I slam down my fist on the sink, to my surprise it becomes rubble. When I looked at my hand it was…was…Lead, my fist…Lead? Wow, this is getting to X-men for me…I’m going to bed."
 
(Moon Madame)
May 16, 1986
Franchesco Capulet enters his enormous house after a long day at work.

Mr. Capulet was originally from Venice, Italy. He worked for a huge glass firm that had branches all over the world. That firm, Cappellin & C., had made him president of the Norfolk branch in 1979.
That year, he met his second wife, Alicia Gunne and married her in 1980. His first wife had died of cancer in 1975. Thier son, Amato, had followed him to Virginia. In 1980, Eva was born.
His life was good. He had money, a beautiful wife, two smart and gifted children, and could retire now if he wanted to. But on this day. Everything he has worked so hard for will be destroyed.

As Franchesco looks for his wife, he hears a noise come from the master bedroom. He runs up stairs and what does he find?
His wife is asleep on the bed. He looks at her and wonders how he found such a wonderful wife. But then he notices movement in the bathroom through the cracked door. He quietly walks to the door, and peeks inside. A man he's never seen is taking a pee, IN HIS BATHROOM. He runs to the dresser and pulls out a small gun, as the man exits the bathroom.
He looks at Franchesco, and glances at the gun. He raises his hands in the air and says "Hey man-"
"Who in the hell are you?" he asks in his thick venetian accent. He points the gun at him, anger in his face.
Alicia wakes up and looks at the men in shock. "He's Robbie."
"You mean your old boyfriend Robbie? Why in the hell is he in our house?
"He needed to see me. He-"
"Why would he need to see you?”
The Robbie and Alicia stay quiet, and look at the floor.
“You b!#$%.”
“Franchesco, before you do something stupid-“
BANG!
Robbie falls down to the ground. Alicia runs to him, kneels on the floor, and lifts his limp head.
“OH MY GOD! WHY IN THE HELL DID YOU-"
BANG!
Alicia falls over Robbie. Franchesco heads back to the open dresser and puts the gun back in. As he closes it, he notices a small figure in the doorway.
Eva stands there, staring at her mother.
"Eva, go back to your room."
She looks at him, eyes as wide as she can get them. She turns around and heads toward her room.
Franchesco opens the dresser again, and pulls out the gun.
As Eva opens her door-BANG!
 
(Solon)
The hero falls.
Falls through space and time.
His body is stretched, then squashed.
Smashed to a thousand atoms, then becomes only one atom.
When he finally exits the vortex, He is miles in the sky.
As he falls, the wings on his boots begin to flap, and his descent slows gradually.
A giant metallic bird, roaring louder than a dragon flies by him. The prisoners in it's belly astonished at what they see out the glass windows on it's sides.
When he looks down, he sees nothing but buildings unlike anything he has ever seen.
He lands on his feet in an alley way. He sits down and thinks about what has just happened. The last thing he remembers before the vortex was fighting Rachmog. He remembers stabbing him in the heart, but that is the last thing.
He walks out of the alleyway, people stare at his wierd clothes, then shrug.
He stops someone on the street. "Could you tell me where I am at?"
"What the **** did you just say? If it's not the **** mexicans, it's the **** others who think they can take over my **** country. Well I say get the **** out of my way you little ****."
It was nothing but gibberish to Solon. He searches in the pack on his shield and pulls his Gogianoian earheart. Basically, it's a worm that burrows into a person's head and latches onto the language part of thier brain.
"I guess now is a good enough time to use this thing."
He places the worm onto his ear, it goes into his ear. He doesn't feel anything happen, not pain or anything else.
He walks up to another person and asks "Could you tell me where I am at?"
This time the person understands. "How can you not know where you are? Is this some practical joke or something? Where are the cameras?"
He looks at her, confused about what a camera is.
"You're not kidding. Your in L.A."
"L.A."
"Yeah, L.A., Los Angeles. The home of Hollywood, movies stars and little rich girls who all think they are really good singers. From the outfit, it looks like you walked of a movie set. Or maybe your're one of those dorks who stands in front of Grauman's dressed up like a movie character."
"Um....Could you tell me where the king of this land resides? I must converse with him immediatly."
"Listen kid, I don't have anymore time to talk. I need to get to Starbucks NOW! Head up two more blocks and you should be near The Chinese theatre. You'll find a king there."
The woman walks away, and answers her cell phone.
Solon heads down the street, marvelling at the new sites and smells
When he finally reaches the theatre, hundreds of sightseers are snapping photos and fitting their hands into the cement imprints on the ground.
A guy in black suit with a Black helmet walks over to him.
Solon's jaw is now on the ground, in awe of everything he's seen today.
He hears the dark man breathing heavily, with a sword of light in his hand.
""Hey kid! Are you new? Nice to see a video game character finally show up. Nice pick too, Link's one of the few who haven't been massacred by Uwe Boll or Anderson.
Solon draws his sword, prepared to fight the man in black.
"Sweet, a Darth Vader and Link duel!!!" screams one of the bystanders
"I don't wanna fight this kid."
"You don't, but you look evil."
Vader pulls off his helmet and says "It's called make believe kid."
"What? No Vader vs. Link duel. This blows."
Solon sheaths his sword, but is draged from the crowd by a blonde woman with short hair, heels and a red suit.""Come on kid, you fit the build we need, not half bad looking too. My boss is gonna be so happy."
"Where are you taking me witch?"
"Kid, you're gonna be a model, then maybe an actor. Hey! You could be the next Ashton. Do you like older women? Of course you do, as long as they are hot right? Here we are."
He's dragged across the street and grabbed by two other women.
"Ok ladies, time to make a star."
 
IC: Agent Wraith

Crap.

The man looked at his wristwatch, which reads seven fifty-nine, as he hurriedly put his trench coat on and moved to the coffee table and picked up a set of keys. The apartment is filled with good, expensive looking furniture, and a good deal of quality electronic equipment. A few paintings adorn the walls, most being work by Van Gogh.

The man quickly opens the door to his apartment, number sixteen, and quickly shuts it behind him as he puts on a pair of sunglasses.

"I had to watch the damn Goonies last night", he says under his breath with an annoyed tone as he locks his door. Putting the keys in the front pocket of the black vest he is wearing over his white T-shirt, the man quickly jogs down the hallway. A neighbor opens his apartment door to get the morning paper.

"Good morning, Mr. Peacock", says the man politely as he passes, digging in one of the pockets of the black cargo pants he is wearing as his cell phone began to ring.

"Ah, mornin', Mr. Wraith. Figured you'd be gone by now."

"Heh, yeah, so did I", replied Wraith as he quickly ran down the stairs and answered his phone.

"Hello, Mr. Hirst, how are you this morning?"

"You know you just cost me one-hundred dollars", asked Mr. Hirst.

"From..."

"From the bet I just made with Agent LeChapelle. He said that you would probably be late again, but I replied that three days in a row would simply not happen."

"My bad, Charlie. I'll make it up to you", replied Wraith in a apologetic tone.

"I know you will, Wraith, and you can start right now."

Agent Wraith quickly walked across the floor of the lobby area as he headed for the large front doors to exit of the building. The apartment lobby has a beautiful look to it morning sun beams in through the large glass doors onto the marble floor and potted plants.

"What have you got for me Charlie?"

"A meta has taken some hostages over at the Samson Plaza building on 40th street."

"How many", asks Wraith as he exits the building and moves towards a black Buick Regal that's parked close to the front of the parking lot.

"Six...all children."

Agent Wraith sighs as he unlocks the driver-side door and sits down in the car. He's been doing this job for years, but the thought of innocent children in danger really got to him.

"Powers", is all Wraith said as he started the car and began to leave the parking lot. Before he gets on the road, he switches the phone to speaker mode and places it in a holder on the dash.

"Enhanced strength, energy channeling, and a degree of invulnerability", replied Charlie Hirst.

"How much of a degree?"

"We're not quite sure. The boys here are figuring close to level four."

"Great", said Wraith as he darted out of the parking lot and onto the road, turning his siren on in the process, "so that leaves out standard bullets of all shapes and sizes, as well as small explosives. You say he's an energy channeler, so that leaves out energy based weapons as well. Not giving me a whole lot of options, Charlie."

"I'm sure you'll think of something, Wraith."

"I already have."

"Well, that's good to hear...mind sharing it with me?"

"Let's just say I've got some special homemade sauce that this guy's going to love", said Wraith with a smirk as he quickly turned down a side street, cars pulling over to get out of his way.

Charlie Hirst was silent for a few second before continuing, "...just try to watch the property damage this time. And make sure those children make it out safe."

Wraith's face turns serious as he answers, "The kids will be fine, Charlie. You've got my word on that."

Wraith fishtails around another corner, sirens still blaring, as he nears his destination, "As for the property damage...well, you know I don't like making promises I might not be able to keep."

Charlie Hirst sighs audibly before he replies, "You know your a bigger pain in my ass then my boil is?"

"You know that's got to be the third time I've heard that one this week. Gotta come up with some new material, Charlie. Your act's getting old."

"You know you're not worth the A-list material, Wraith."

"HA! I didn't know you had A-list stuff, Charlie", teased Wraith, "Here I thought you were strictly C-list, tops."

"Very funny."

"Aww, Charlie...no need to get mad. You know I've always liked your low-brow sense of humor."

"Hey, Charlie, I'm here", said Wraith as he pulled up to the Samson Plaza building, which was surrounded by police cars, a SWAT van, media vans, and civilian onlookers.

"Wraith, are boys have gotten a positive ID on the meta. It's Rancor."

Wraith was silent for a moment as he parked and turned off the car. He took a deep breath and looked at the circus of law enforcement officials in front of the building before replying, "...the same Rancor that attacked and murdered Agent Chavez last month in Puerto Rico?"

"The same. You might need some backup for this one, Wraith. I'll send LeChapelle to back you---"

"No", interrupted Wraith, "I'll handle it myself."

"...Ok, Wraith. Just be careful."

"Always am, Charlie. I'll call you when I'm finished here. Agent Wraith out", answered Wraith as he hung up the phone.

Wraith got out of the car and went and opened the trunk, pulling out a long gray case. With the case in one hand, Wraith closed the trunk and turned to look at the building. Activating the X-ray feature of his special sunglasses, Wraith looks inside the building. In the main lobby is where he sees the meta, Rancor, as he paces back and forth. Behind the clerk's desk he sees the children. All six of them are there and they all appear to be alive. Though they still may be injured. Inside the lobby is a large fountain in the shape of a griffin, but the head is missing and water is spraying everywhere.

Turning off the X-ray mode, Wraith cracks his neck and inhales a deep breath of air and slowly exhales it.

"Ok, time to go to work."
 
(The Seer)

I'm currentely perched on a rooftop, waiting for something to happen. This is my life - waiting. There is nothing else.

I do not know my name, I know nothing of my past. I rarely even see my own face, keeping it hidden under my mask. One year ago, I was chosen. There is something watching over us - not god, a being of unknown age and wisdom, that has it's own design for this planet.

It chose me to be it's iron fist.

I do not know the plan, what it hoped to accomplish for this world, whether it is for the benifit or detriment of mankind, but I do not care. All that matters is the mission. I step down off of the edge, onto the rooftop and wait. I can feel it coming - I can tell now. It took a while, but now I know when they're coming.

I fall to my knees, in agony. I don't scream - you get used to it. It always hurts like hell, but I don't need to scream anymore.

A Young Woman, crying, huddled in the corner. Her husband comforting her - I see myself. I see a child, and I see even more...

Things happening, unspeakable things. Things that make me sick, above and beyond what I'm feling from the premonition. And then...

The child - all grown up, killing and maiming hundreds of people, responsible for many hundreds of deaths, insane...

It stops and I struggle to breathe, I slowly lift myself up still woozy. It's like having my head smashed with a sledgehammer over and over, I need to throw up, so I pull up the bottom of my mask and I'm sick on the rooftop.

I wait until I feel better, then i take off. I break into a run, I'm faster that your average guy, and I can do some pretty amazing things.

I push off the ledge of the building, and soar over to the next, landing on the other side, and carry on running.

My job is to make the world as my master thinks it should be...

No matter what that means. I cannot let that child grow into that killer...

What I do is for the greater good.
 
IC: Mark Garfield

It was the same dream. The same dream that he had been having for months, now. The breathtaking tide. The sunlight radiating off of it. The clear-as-day blue sky. The wind hitting him as he surfed along. The face of Kate, his girlfriend at the time, watching him from the beach and waving. Perfection personified, in his opinion.

...Then came a new set of distant images. Red surrounded him as he was thrown from his board, into the ocean. Then more terrifying ones came soon after. A fin. Razor sharp teeth, as if they were from a monster. The black eyes emitting no emotion. The tail, propelling it even closer to him as more red filled the water around him.

It was always the second that the demon of the water opened it's mouth, ready to devour him, that his eyes opened, and he was back to reality. And sure enough, he was.

Marcus Garfield awoke, sweat drenching his face as he breathed heavily, with his eyes widened. He hated that dream. Hated it. Or, rather... in his words... 'Not cool. Not cool'.

Looking over, Mark saw his two best friends sprawled across the floor and the seperate couch in the room. On the floor layed a guy Mark considered to be almost like a brother... Though they shared almost nothing in common. Gerald 'Gerr' Jackson, his best friend since pretty much second grade. On the couch layed the only female of the three, another friend... Almost like the 'Anti-Mark', as Gerr called her... Kylie Dodson. The 'Anti-Mark', because she was a big as a surfer as he was. 'Better', in her words.

Mark looked away from them, as they slept through all of what happened when Mark woke up. One of his biggest fears was for one of them to wake up, one night, and see him like he was now. Afraid. Scared out of his mind, over something that could even be considered an irony.

Getting up, Mark looked out the window of his beachhouse, where the three always ended up crashing at. It was still night, outside. Looking at his two friends again, Mark debated whether to do what he was about to do.

Of course, two seconds later, he had already finalised his decision, as he threw on a shirt and ran out the door, onto the beach. He needed air. No... He needed water...

Leaping forward, into the ocean, Mark smiled as he flew threw the water like a missile. Literally. He was really going as fast as a missile. Making a few spins, a few loops, and the occasional flip, Mark finally felt himself relax as he layed back on the ocean floor.

This was where he belonged. Where he truly felt alive.

* * *

"Dude, you totally need to check her out."

Mark looked up from the table of the Shack, waking up from a temporary slumber. Gerr was nudging him, indicating an attractive blonde woman on the far side of the Shack. Mark gave him a look of dumbfoundedness.

"...Is that all you do with your time?"

Gerr smirked.

"Why do you think I took the job?"

"..."

"For... the money. You know, the stuff that's gonna buy that Camaro you've been wanting for, like... Oh, I don't know... six months, now?"

"...Well, okay, there's that."

Mark rolled his eyes, trying to get back into sleep mode. Gerr worked at the Shack... It was why Mark and Kylie ever came there in the first place, because... truth be told, neither of them really liked the food.

"Of course, I'm not the single one, here."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Oh come on, man. You haven't had a steady galpal in, what, a month?"

Mark became uneasy. He was right.

"I've... Well, I've been... busy."

"Too busy to score a chick? Wow. Ky's right. You really do need a life..."

Mark raised an eyebrow at Gerr as Kylie came in behind them, with a smile on her face.

"I just caught... the biggest tide...", almost estatic at the development. She looked at Mark, noticing the rings around his eyes, due to his late night swim and lack of sleep.

"What's wrong with you?"

"M For Markneedstogetlaid, here, is apparentally overworked. He didn't even make a pass at the chick that was just in here..."

"A girl? Well, there's the problem. You forget Mark's oreintation...", Kylie responded, slyly.

"HEY! I'm not gay! Not... that there's anything wrong with that.", Mark snapped, catching the opprotunity to quote Seinfield. "I've just... got priorities, that's all. I don't have time for relationships."

"I believe that's what John Wayne Gacy said, once.", Gerr responded.

"Up yours.", Mark said, with a laugh, as he took a drink of his soda.

"Umm... Moving on... You should've seen the tide! You would've loved it! It was kinda like that one time, whe..."

Mark raised an eyebrow, as Kylie's words became harder to hear. In their place, Mark suddenly heard a bunch of sounds overlapping it. Windows breaking. Cars screeching. Gunfire...

His eyes widened. Immediatley, he knew what he was hearing wasn't being heard by anyone else, near here. Looking back, Mark squinted, as he saw what was making the noise. There was an armed robbery taking place a couple blocks away. Clenching his fists, Mark turned back to Gerr and Kylie, who were still talking.

"Uh... Guys, I just remembered... I needed to pull some extra shifts today at work, so I really need to get going."

"..."

"You work at an oddjobs clinic."

Mark desperately tried to think of another excuse.

...Oh to hell with it.

"...Yeeeeah... Well, anyway, later.", Mark said with a nervous smile, as he bolted out of the Shack.

That was sooo weak it's not even funny..., Mark thought to himself, as his speed increased through the city...

He didn't like lying to them. He never did. Just like he didn't like facing them at a time of weakness. But as he began to learn, in past months... Sometimes, he just had to.

After all... Not everyone in Hawaii had a secret identity to maintain...


 
(Crimson Oath)




Los Angeles, California


The music starts, the crowd stands and gives aplause. I walk out onto the stage, confidant, happy. My life is better than I could have ever asked for, I'm living a dream. I walk out in front of the cameras, wave, and give a big smile. I turn to the host, this legend before me, he greets me with open arms, I return and embrace and sit down in my asigned chair, still smiling. Most people come here, fake a smile, lie about thier lives, go home and feel miserable when they have more than most people dream of.....not me. I apreciate what I have, I love it, all of it! Even the paparazzi aren't a bother to me, I have nothing to hide, so when he asks me questions I'm gona give every answer honestly. I sit down, the applause dies down, and he begins to ask,

"So...Tom, how does it feel to have every woman in America....and some men, wanting to have sex with you?"

"Haha....well Jay...you do cut right to the point don't you?.....Mmmmm, I guess all I can say is that, IF thats true, which I doubt, I apreciate the sentament but as you all probobly know by now I'm taken...."

"WOW! So I guess your refering to the tabloids rumors of romance with Jennifer?"

"Absolutly!"

"Well that might honest of you! Usualy I have to ask a bunch of probing questions to get something like that out."

"Well....you can still probe me if ya like Jay..."

The crowd laughs hestericaly.

"Hahaha.....fweeew! Not every day I get an ofer like that! But if what your telling me is true, I thkn Jen would kill me! I just saw "Double Edge" and I've gotta say.....WOW! I mean this movie has blow box office records into peices, AND FOR GOOD REASON! The two of you just have so much....chemistry on screen, its amazing!"

"Why thank you....we conected very quikly....matter of fact.....we're getting married in three months.."

"WHAT! WHAT! WOW! HOLY COW! I think you just succesfully paid my rent!"

"HAHAHA!....Thought you should be the first to know Jay....oh by the way....I'm getting married Dad....hahahaha..."

"Well....haha....I feel truely honored that you would tell me before your dad....hahaha....so....wheres the wedding gona take place, or have the two of you decided?"

"Weeeeeell.....we want a small wedding....but...we want it quiet, I have a feeling if I said "HEY EVERYBODY! My weddings gona be on the corner of this and this".....we'd wind up with a few camera in our face...haha.."

*****************************************************


The show went on, the audience laughed, and I went home later that night to be embraced by the most beutiful woman in the world. The next moring we were all over the news. We sat in bed and watched it together, laughing and kissing.

For the next few weeks we smiled as America watched on. I was so lucky, my life couldn't possibly get better.....or so I thought. A month after unveiling on the "Tonight Show" Jennifer anounced to me.....she was pregnant.....soon we would have a family! I was extatic!

For the next month we planned, bought things, decorated, and did all of the usualy preparitory things for a child and a wedding. Our wedding date was in two weeks, everything was in order. My only regret was that my father would not be preforming the cerimony. We had a falling out years ago when I decided to become an actor, but besides that every thing was perfect!

I went out one night after shooting a scene in a new movie based on some comic book, I decided to go to the jewlry store, pick up something nice for Jennifer. I bought a beutiful dimond necklace/braclet set. I had the clerk gift wrap it, making sure to show the Tiffinays logo on the box, then picked it up, went to my car, and began on the road home. As I made my way to the front gate I saw flashing lights, red and blue........now, for the first time in a long time....I'm truely scared....

I punch in the code and drive up my long driveway, a police car sits in front of me, and in front of them an ambulance......A policeman stepped up to my car, I jumped out and yelled,

"WHAT'S GOING ON?! WHAT HAPPENED?!"

"Please, Mr. Meurig....calm down..."

"**** THAT! Whats happening?"

"Please sir......please.....theres something......something we need to tell you...."

"What?.......What?...."

"Please....Mr. Meurig, please sit down...."

".......No........no.....no, no, no ,no ,no ,no, no ,no, no, no, no, no, no, NO!, NO!, NO!, NO!, NO!, NO! NO!, NO!, NO!, NO!, NO!, NO! NO!, NO!, NO!, NO!, NO!, NO! NO!, NO!, NO!, NO!, NO!, NO!"
 
(Janael)

In his sleep, he sees it still. Light, glorious and pure. A hue not natural yet powerful and ever present. A tangible light, it would stream over his newly created flesh and the flesh of his companions. Their wings and voices rose in a chorus of praise to their neverending dawn. Those who have known him have asked what it was like, then, in the dawn of creation itself. Despite his immense life span, and knowledge both mystical and mundane, describing those days has ever been a challenge. In his dream, there is no need for description. He knows heaven as no other being can know it. A neverending paradise of sound and light.

In his dreams, he is home.

"Wake the wino up, dude. This'll be classic."
"It doesn't feel right, Jeff. This ain't right."
The mortal voices disturb his slumber. He opens one eye, and through the darkness he can see two teenagers. With a sudden realization, one that keeps hitting him every few hundred years or so, he knows where he is. He is not in heaven, but in the creation itself. His place of exile.

The teenagers are garbed in the fashion of the day, white tank tops, golden necklaces, odd caps and pants far too large for their small frames. Human fashion is far stupider than it was centuries ago. One of the teens, clearly the older and dominant partner judging from his build and stance, holds a bottle of liquor and a small metal tinderbox.

Lighter. They're called lighters now.

The older teen begins pouring the beer on him, and though he sees it he does not stop it. This soul is lost, but the younger one with him, there is hope yet.

"Tim, man, you gotta do the light."
"No, this is wrong. This is, I dunno, evil or somethin'."
"Stop being a *****. You some kinda *** now or what?" bellowed the older one. He was intoxicated. Heavily.
"I ain't no killer, man. **** off." The younger man threw a rude gesture, or what was considered one now, and began walking off. The older man grabbed him by the arm.
"No, no you ain't walkin' off now! You're gonna set this homeless son of a ***** on fire or, or, I'll ****in' kill you right now!"
"No, you will not." His voice was soft, such was the care he took to preserve the sanctity of creation that he rarely spoke. When he did, his voice was soft and low, not betraying its unearthly tone and splendor. He rose, and with one bandaged hand reached out and gripped the older teen by the throat. Now that he was standing, the older teen's eyes bulged in fear. The man he was about to kill towered over him, and in the shadowed blue eyes there was a fire like nothing else he'd ever seen.
"You will leave this place, and speak not of this night. This skirmish is ended." With one hand, Janael threw the teen into a brick wall with such force that the stone cracked. The violent teen slammed to the ground, unconscious. He would be that way for some time. The younger teen beheld Janael with the same look of fear as the older one. But in the younger one's eyes, Janael saw some hope, some divine spark that may yet be kindled.
"You must remember tonight. Know that this night your life changed. There is a great unseen war going on, as old as creation itself, and you have just chosen sides. Live your life well, and do good with it."

With that, the younger teen ran off, and Janael lay down in the refuse of the alley. He began dreaming again, and in his dreams he would come home.
 
IC: Sharkman

His mind raced as fast as his body was going. And at this point, He was a blur. Switching from his civillian clothes, to something more... fit, of the job he was about to take on, He raced right to the scene.

Figuring it'd be stupid to go in, headfirst... Something else he had learned, in recent months, He stopped in an alleyway.

Focus. Need to focus. Assess the situation. Or... Whatever it's called. Observation! Yeah, that's it... I need to observe my prey...

Infront of him kneeled five or six men. All wearing ski-masks. All packing huge amounts of heat. The visible ammo they strapped to their bodies made it certain ,in his mind ,that they weren't playing around.

Firing their weapons at the horribly outnumbered team of two police officers, He watched as bullets flew, glass shattered, and a piercing echo of power broke through the air, clearing the area of any oncoming individuals from miles away. This was chaos. And he knew, sooner or later, He'd have to get involved. He owed it to them. To the city. To Kate...

He clenched his fists, beneath the gloves.

No. Stop it. Stop right there. Don't relive it... Don't think about it... Not here... not now, of all times...

As he mentally talked himself out of going into a highly unessacary state of grieve, Something went off in his hearing. Voices. He looked at the scene, and by the way the thug's mouths were moving... It was obvious they were the one's talking.

"We need to get the hell out of here..."

"We can't! Those goddamn cops are blocking our way!"

"Then DEAL with them! Shoot at the engines of their cars!"

"Whoah. Wait. Won't that..."

"Just do it!"

His eyes widened, underneath the mask that now adorned his face. They were going to shoot the engines. If they did that, they'd take out an entire block of the city, not to mention fry the two officers.

...Well. It's now or never. Please don't let this hurt too much...

The minute the thugs began firing, Something... odd happened. Their guns began disappearing, one by one, seemingly out of thin air. Before the thugs could fully realise their weapons were even missing, Their packs of ammo began disappearing aswell, with a gust of wind. Within seconds, the thugs were completely disarmed.

They looked forward, at the two cops, as the officers began reloading their weapons.

"Man, screw the money! Let's get outta here!"

It was then, when they began turning around to attempt to make a run for it, that they heard a voice come out of thin air in the almost deserted area.

"I'd rethink, if I were you."

Before they could turn to see who spoke to them, The thugs were knocked to the ground, simultaneously. As they scambled to get up, and try to make sense of the situation, He appeared behind them, standing between them and the cops.

And that's when they all saw him. Everyone's jaws dropped.

Infront of the thugs stood a muscular figure, arms crossed. But that wasn't even partly the reason they were staring. It was what he was wearing that put them at awe.

Covered by a black bodysuit, Ontop of it rested silver gauntlets across his arms. Blades stuck out from the sides them. Below that layed an unconnected metallic belt, that seemed to cling to his body as if it weren't even a decoration. More like a skin. Above that, the top half of his chest sported the same silver, as it expanded in an outstretched 'V' shape, with the top half never stopping. His neck, head, and shoulders were all this color. And his head? Probably the most bizarre of all. He had no nose. No mouth. No pupils, even. What replaced it were two glowing red eyepieces, connected to the 'face' of him, and ontop of his head rested, what looked like, a small, yet noticeable dorsal fin of a Shark.

Though one could easily deduce this was nothing more than a costume, there was an unexplainable prescence about him that brought question into the thug's minds. It's what kept them from laughing, considering... When it came down to it... He was just a guy in a pair of tights.

Though they couldn't see it, He was smirking beneath the mask. They were meeting him for the first time. They were meeting the guy who had appeared in countless eyewitness stories, but nothing more. He had been connected to at least a hundred incidents throughout the city. Not as their cause, but their solution.

Who were they meeting? They were meeting The Sharkman.

Sharkman stood, unafraid of the men before him as they stood, even though they were unsure of how to react. Raising his arms, He motioned them back, provoking them to come forward.

"Spot me."

The men rushed forward. Immediatley, Sharkman leaped forward, and uppercutted one, stopping them all in their tracks as they realised the thug he had uppercutted was now flying through the air. It wasn't possible, by any standards... But by the time the thug landed ontop of a car... a few blocks away... They all got the messsage. Sharkman wasn't at all a mortal.

Of course, that didn't stop them from being idiots and trying to take him down, but Sharkman wouldn't have it any other way. Kicking one across the face, sending him spinning to the ground with blood gushing out of his mouth, Sharkman rammed his head into another, using the fin to grapple and flip the guy over his head, and into another.

Sharkman turned, His eyes still very much glowing with a fire that seemed unparalell to anything any one of the thugs had ever witnessed.

"I think you're done here. Don't you?"

Instead of attacking, the thugs got wise, holding their arms up at a sign of surrender. Before Sharkman could take in the victory, He heard the clicking of a gun behind him. It...

...

Okay, I've seen some backwards stuff in my life... But this definatley takes the cake

The cops were pointing at him. Not the thugs. Not the bad guys. The guy who saved their sorry asses.

"FREEZE!"

"..."

"Excuse me. I seemed to have gotten lost, at some point. Just what the hell did I do?"

"Try at least eight counts of battery and assault! Now on the ground! Now!"

Sharkman was speechless. If he hadn't done anything, the entire street corner would've been blown to bits. Now they wanted to arrest him. The smirk beneath his mask suddenly faded. Now it was just a look of amusement.


"Fine, fine... You win...", Sharkman said, as he layed on the ground, putting his hands behind his head. The officers paused, for a moment, obviously not expecting this. Then, they rushed forward.

But by the time they got to the area where Sharkman was located, He was already gone. In a streak of silver, He had disappeared completely from the scene.

...Sorry guys, but I sort of have dry cleaning to pick up... Not to mention, you know... free will to maintain...

Stopping in an alleyway near the same Surf Shack, Sharkman entered. Less than a few seconds later, Mark Garfield emerged, stuffing the folded mask and gloves into his pockets as he headed out.

As Gerr and Kylie argued about some tidal wave, or something... (He wasn't really paying attention)... Mark sat down right where he left.

"Sup'?"

Mark was met with blank stares from both.

"..."

"Um... dude... You were only gone for, like, ten minutes."

"..."

Mark shrugged.

"What can I say? I got off early."

"...Okay, I'm seriously beginning to consider applying for whatever job you've got, because if that's all the time it takes..."

"Look, guys... I'm sorta beat. I just dropped by to say I'm gonna head home, if you need me. After I doze off for a few, I'll try to beat that tidal wave of yours, Ky..." Mark said, sticking out his toungue in a playful gesture as he exited.

"Later."

"Uh... yeah, dude. Seeya."

As Mark left, Kylie looked back at Gerr.

"...Okay, maybe it's just me, but did that seem a little-"

"Weird? Yeah. I... definatley get what you mean..."

* * *

"But hey, that's Mark for ya..."

He didn't mean to brush them off like that... But Mark couldn't help but dwell on what happened. How could they think he was one of the bad guys? He had never felt so... strange, doing what he did, until that moment. When the good guys are forced into being the bad guys.

Mark layed down, and drifted off to sleep. It didn't matter. They didn't catch him, and they had absolutely no way of finding out who he was. The only thing for sure... was that people knew, now.

People finally knew, for sure, that there was a guardian watching over them...
 
He stood on the rooftop of an apartment building, hiw wings spread out behind him as he felt the wind blow through them. Through the tangled blonde hair that shrouded his face, you could see a smile.

The change is coming again.

He knew it, by now. No human could recall the winds of change like he. He had felt it at the rise of Rome and its end, at the birth and death of the son of God. He would have been overjoyed to correct the misspelling of his name in the book, but letting the humans believe that it had been Gabriel who delivered the Word unto them seemed more suitable. He remembered feeling the wind when a small man gained power in Germany sixty years ago, and when a corrupt man fell from it thirty years ago. The wind blew again, now, and Janael was happy.

Heaven was static. After all, why did perfection itself need to change? But here, here, change was the only constant. Every day brought something new, be it language or writing or boats that could fly. This world, the one world in all creation that had been gifted with His word and His guidance, was special.

He rose his bandaged hands to his face and swept away his golden locks. A smile on his face, he took to the air, his wings beating against the force of gravity itself. He flew around his adopted city, the city of lost angels, with the sun on his back and joy on his face. He was thousands of feet in the air, out of sight of anyone bound on Earth.
 
***8 months later***

I spents these last months in a pit, in my own personal hell. Every step I take is another memory flooding back, every breat reminds me of her. If I feel my heartbeat I think about how I used to listen to hers. My life has been anguish. Pain. Misery. Horror. Denial. I have everything, yet I have nothing. Without her it all means nothing. No matter what I did, what I do.......life is pointless......or was.....until I realised I had one last tak in front of me.......To bring as much pain to the person that brought it to me. To find them, to kill them. For the last 4 months I have trained with the best, the most knowledgable fighters my money could by. I wanted to be ready........but then I realised.....the moment I try, I'll be stoped....maybe even killed before I can find him.....anything I do.....anything I do as a man.....its all pointless. No matter how hard I train, no matter what I learn.....everyone knows my name, my face......and lets face it.....I'm not that good at it. I get my ass handed to me very time I'm in the ring, maybe I just can't focus.....thats hard to do when your every thought is on what you lost. What is the point.....why go on?.....I just wana die....I wana die...


I walk around the house for hours, just thinking, just trying not to....and then I look at the hall table. The mail is stacked high, my maid has been placing it there since Jenn died.....I havent brought myself to read any of it. Its all just sympathy cards I know that. I walk over to the table, pick up the stack and sit down in front of the fire. One by one I read the names on the envelops, and toss them into the fire. As I look down at the next of many, and prepare to watch it burn, I realise.....I don't recognize that name.....could be fan mail....but my adress isn't public information. I look down at the letter,

"Dr. Bronson?......Hmmm......might as well check it out...."

I open the envelope and unfold the letter. It reads

"Dear Mr. Meurig,

Please meet me at 1960 S. Lexor lane. Arive at 6 o' clock precisley, DO NOT BE LATE!"

HMM! This guy just expects me to meet him out of the blue?.......Why the hell not, its either that or kill myself.
 
Okay.


I really have no ****ing clue what to do now.


At this very moment, I'm sitting behind a desk in the back room of my dad's electronics store. On the door outside, there's a sign that reads "Rozhenko detective agency." I guess this is the part where some client walks in with some crazy problem they want me to solve.


Except, you know, there don't seem to be any coming in.


Now, let me tell you a little something about myself. Weird **** happens to me. Alot. I don't know why. Ever since I was a little kid, I've always been experiencing all kinds of weirdness. Like, stuff you'd see in Ghostbusters. Sometimes I think that stuff actually isn't weird at all. That it really happens all the time, and I just notice it more often than others. But that's not really important. A part of the weirdness is trhat I have these powers. I guess you could say I'm psychic. I get weird vibes from people all the time. I see into the truth of things pretty easily. Plus, I can move stuff with my mind. I don't do it very well, but I'm practicing. I can bend spoons like nobody's buisness. Thinking I might be ready to move up to shovels.

However, besides that, I possess no real world skills. And thus, no job. So, one day, my girlfriend suggests that I become a private eye. Like those psychic PIs she's always hearing about on the sci fi channel. Now, my initial response was "wow, that's a great idea." So, I went through the right channels, got my license, made an office, and here I am.

Doing absolutely nothing.

Yeah. Great idea, Didi.

Suddenly (thank god), a client walks in. A woman, mid forties, looking very upset.

"....are you Joseph Rozhenko?"

"Yes ma'am."

"You seem awefully young."

"Please. Just tell me what I can do for you."

She takes out a photo of a teenage girl.

"This is my daughter. Edith. She went missing two days ago. The police said they can't find any leads. I....I've never really believed in any of this psychic stuff, but right now I'm kind of desperate. Y'know?"

"I understand. May I see the picture?"

She hands it to me. I look down at the blond haired girl, smiling and flashing her braces.

"Ma'am, I'll take the case. Your daughter will be found."






At least, I really really hope so.
 
"Salvation can come from one place and one place only. It does not come from ancient text. Ancient text that has grew old and stagnated. No, it comes from something that has evolved for many years. Something that gets better each day. Computers are the only route to salvation. Becoming one with the computer is the only way to save yourself and Cyberlife is the only way. Cyberlife will be your only hope when Armageddon comes and believe me brothers it is very near..."

5 years earlier

"This is Birdie 1 I have visual contact"

"Roger that what do you see"

"It an old abandon warehouse it seems there are two...no three guards on the outside"

"Take them out" the three guards dropped as the snipers fired. About a half a mile back a news team is reporting the happenings in this small Texas town.

"...this is day 15 of the stand down with the cyber terrorist group known The End have threaten the world with a computer virus known as Ragnarok. The terrorist say that it is the most powerful virus in the world. Stating it will cripple every computer in the world. Also they have mention that it will allow them control of many different computers...." Back at the compound the FBI make their move. A squad of eight make their way inside. Inside one of the rooms a lone man typing at a computer. He hears gunfire in the background and sweat goes down his forehead. On the computer screen it reads 50% complete.

Suddenly something he never seen in his life happens. A wire reaches from the computer and enters his head. The wire wraps around his brain and the man goes limp. A wireframe model of what looks like a human appears. It then coats itself with ones and zeros. A bright light moves down the body which shows a man. He moves the computer screen and press the esc. The door bursts opens and the FBI point their weapons at him.

"Freeze get on the ground"

"Do it now buddy"

He turns around and gives them a smile. The agents are stun as a wireframe model appears in his hand which turns into a sword. The naked man charges the crowd with repeated stabbing. He blocks the bullets with a swing and stabs one through the head. The bullets seem to have no affect on the man. A stray bullet hits the man in the chair. The man with the sword disappears. These strange events where kept under lock and key at the FBI location in Washington. Something like this would not for more then three years later.
 
"You can be anything you want, if you put your mind to it. It's a phrase that parents tell their children, all over the world. We all know it isn't true. You're not going to be the president when you grow up. Eventually your childhood dreams will become just that, dreams. Sometimes, no matter how hard you try, you will fail.

But it's always nice to be given a boost of confidence. All you have to do is look at the children on a playground, pretending to live thier dream, mimicing a fireman or playing an astronaut. That's why they're happy, they believe that their dreams will come true. Life hasn't shown them the back of it's hand yet.

It always does though. One day you'll wake up and you'll realize the world isn't what it's suppose to be like. It isn't as beautiful as it looked from the playground. It never stops, life just keeps throwing you down, staring at you, daring you to get back on your feet.

And you do, everytime you get back up and wonder why you even bother. Why do you get back up to live your meager existence as a secretary or an accoutant.

It's because you have something that the harsh reality of life can not take away from you. You have your memories. Memories of your childhood, memories of the playground, memories of the way life is suppose to be. So you wait. Wait for the day that life will be like it's suppose to be. You wait your whole life. Then life hits you as hard as it can, when you realize that day will never come. It's too late to do anything about it, so you wait. Wait for it to end.

But you don't regret your decision. Because you'll always have your memories. You'll hold them dear until the day you die. Even then no one will be able to pry them away."

I pull my hands apart, straining the chain inbetween the cuffs around my hands. I look up, into the camera on the other side of the bullet proof glass in my private visitation room. I turn my gaze toward the woman across me, on the other side of the glass. My psychiatrist.

"I don't have those memories. My parents never told me I could be anything. No one ever asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. At the playground I sat on the swing by myself, unnoticed by the other kids. They all just ran around having the best time of their lives, while my childhood escaped me. I sat on that swing, observing them for years, wondering why everyone was so ****ing happy.

Life had already shown me the back of it's hand. From day one it started and never stopped. How long can you take a beating before you hit back?"

"When did you start hitting back?"

"In the eleventh grade."

"And what made you start to hit back?"

"I don't know what started it. I do know the moment I knew I wouldn't stop though."

"When was that?"

I turn back to look at the gaurd. The safety on his gun off, incase I try anything. I look back at my shrink. My eyes shift from my piercing blue to the gaurds back brown color. I decide to let this conversation continue a little longer. It's not like anyone is watching through the camera. After all, I prepared their food. Of course they didn't know that, I was the chef that had been serving their food for seven years, at least for a couple of minutes.

"Someone asked me a question."

"Which was?"

"Who are you?"
 
IC: Mark Garfield

It's no sooner that Mark goes to sleep when he finds himself face to face with Kylie again. He looks at her, strangely, as she pushes his shoulder. Looking over at the clock, Mark's eyes widen, realising he's overslept.

Whoah. I've... seriously got to lay off the turkey...

"Good, you're up. You need to check this out.", Kylie says, excitedly.

"Huh? Wha? What do you-"

Mark is cut off as Kylie grabs his arm and, literally, drags him off the bed.

"HEY!"

* * *
As Mark entered the living room, All he could manage to see through his still very much tired eyes was the glowing figure of the TV screen. Gerr looked up at him as he and Kylie entered.

"Sleep well?", Gerr asked, with a smirk.

"Shut up.", Mark replied, sitting on the couch beside the two as Kylie sat down before him. "Care to explain why I was dragged out of a dream with a luxourious brazillian supermodel?"

"Shhh. Listen.", Kylie replied, turning up the volume.

Mark looked at the TV, as it became clearer. It was a news report, of some kind. Curious, Mark sat back as it played...

"And reports are flying in this afternoon as Honolulu's mysterious 'Shark Angel', as described by eyewitnesses, finally made his public debut during an attempted armed robbery, earlier this afternoon."

Mark was stunned. For months, his outings had been kept low-key... And now he had, apparentally, made his grand debut. He looked over at the other two, as Kylie turned to Gerr.

"You owe me twenty bucks.", She says, with a smile.

"Ha! You wish. They didn't even have a picture of the dude. No way they could prove he was-"

"Much to the speculation and disbelief of many of the city's residents, We can exclusively provide you with the first glimpse of the Shark Angel here, taken through the first national bank's security camera-"

It was then that a still photo came upon the screen, stopping all three in their sentances. Though blurred, it obviously displayed the figure of Sharkman, clear enough to make out his existance.


"... real..."

"Oh... my god."

"I... I know..."

Mark wasn't shocked for the same reason as the other two. He was just shocked because they had gotten a picture of him. How? Why? What would this mean? There was still no way anyone could tell it was him, due to the mask covering his entire face... But somehow, Mark felt uneasy looking at it, on the screen.

"Today, residents have a new name for the supposed Shark Angel. 'The Shark-Man', believed to be a figure of Hawain mythology. If you have any information on the legend, please contact our offices. Police had this to say about the figure..."

One of the police officers that Mark recognised from the robbery appeared onscreen.

"We are taking nessacary action against this clown, and anyone else who believes they're above the law in the city. Whether this is a guy in a mask, or an animal of some sort, isn't an issue. Vigilantism will not be tolerated. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to head back to the investigation. Good day, Ladies and Gentlemen", He says, before heading off camera.

Suddenly, the TV shuts off. Mark and Gerr look at Kylie, as she looks at the television, angrily.

"Who do they think they are? Someone actually comes in and does something, unlike them, and they're treating him like a criminal?"

Mark looks at Kylie, stunned. He almost had to keep himself from blushing.

Wow. A fan. Awesome. Now I can start a club and make some dough off a few tees, or something...

"Eh. I dunno. I mean, for all we know, he could be a serial killer or something under that suit... And who wears a fin on their head, anyway?"

...

Dude. Don't. Be knockin. The fin.

Things took a more serious tone as Mark started to think about the cop's words. Did he really think he was above the law? Did that make him as big as a criminal as any one of those thugs he helped capture?

"What do you think, M?"

Mark looked at the two.

"I... Uh... I don't... know, really. I mean, yeah, it is sorta cool that he's stepping in and doing something... But, I mean... What if that cop is right? I mean, if he is putting himself above the law..."

"Oh, come on, Mark. Anyone with half a brain can tell that he's doing what everyone wants the cops to do, but can't."

"...I'll be happy to let you know that I have at least three fourths of a brain."

Kylie got up from the couch.

"More power to him, I think."


"Know what I think? He's a freak. Which means you finally have some competition, dude.", Gerr responds, jokingly, at Mark.

Mark didn't know how many times he had been insulted in that last sentance, in either identity, but he brushed it off.

"I'll just pretend you never said that. It'll benefit us both."

"Well, mask wearing shark dudes aside, I'm bored. Either of you guys want to go out and catch some waves?"

Mark smiled.

"I'm there."

"Pfft. You two go ahead and waste yourselves. I never swim at night. Never know what you could dive into, y'know? ...No pun intended."

"Chicken."

"..."

"You're on."

And with that, the three rushed out, boards in arms. But as they continued on, Mark still couldn't get the words out of his head. He tried to do good, as Sharkman. It was his promise. But all he was getting in return was criticism. The question was...

Was it really worth it?

 
(Sage)

I woke up the next morning laying by my fiancé.

"That was a pretty weird dream I had last night. I wonder why?" When I got out of my bed...with my fiancé still asleep...I start to walk to the bath room. But for some reason I seemed slower today...like I was heavier. I look in the mirror and nothing...but when I look down at my legs...Now there Lead(a really heavier metal)! Just like my arm in my dream...

"It was a dream, right?" I began to think to myself. I just was wishing it was gone. I go to wake up Julie and tell here. When she wakes up the first thing I show here is my legs. But to our surprise they are regular again.

"I don't get it. Last night my hand, this morning my legs...I just don't understand"

"Are you sure it was not just a dream?" Julie asked me.

"I'm pretty sure this was real Julie. It was like...like...well I don't really know what it was like but I felt like I was stronger...really strong."

"Well you arms and legs might not be metal, but get you butt ready for Church, we don't want to be late again."

"I will, you like my buns of Steel" I say walking out of the room to get ready.

"I Love you!" I hear her say.

"I love you too, and i cant wait till July 5th." I say...being the day we get married.


3 hour later(after Church on there way home)​

"BEEP, BEEP"

"I hate rush hour traffic..its so slow" I said looking at Julie

"Tell me about it, lets just get home...im tired"

"How, you sleep longer than I did?"

"BEEP, BEEP"

"I'm just wore out! Working all night has go me beat"

"Yeah, I guess...well look were almost home!"

"That went by fast!"

"Yeah, and I though it would take long" Now talking as we get out of the car. "Hey hunny...did you get the car painted???"

"No...did you, that don't look familiar" She says as we both look at the lightning bolt and flame down the side.

"O well, it looks kind of cool" I say as we walk in.

"Well, I'm going to sleep, but wake me up by 5" Julie says

"Will, do, night my love"

"Night hun"

Same Day, 4p.m.​

I sat there watching the news, you know the usual...Sports, News, Flying cars on fire...

"Wait a minuint, flying cars on fire. That makes no sense!"

I say to myself trying to figure this out. When they show a picture of the 'flying fire car'.

"It makes no since...im officially freaked out...i recognize the car but theres no way. Does that explain how we got home so fast. And if there is any way this is possibly real...then there could be more to all this...this is something i should really practice with if I'm not dreaming. What if the explosions had something to do with all this, the flood and the fire, metal arms and legs, super strength? mabey...and now a flying car because of fire, and heat rises...this could get intersting...still weird but interesting...and Julie...i don't want her to know. I don't want to ruin what we have...or our big day just 3 weeks away. What ever is going on, what ever is happening, i must keep to myself...i must not let others know. And if i do have "superpowers" then maybe i should train them, get better, become a hero.

I better go wake up Julie"
 
IC: Sharkman

He didn't know how to describe it. For a guy adopting the persona of a sea animal, Sharkman even had to admit to himself... He didn't spend very much time at sea. So how could he describe the unbelievely fast method of travel that he was going? It wasn't running. It wasn't flying. It was almost an algamation of both. "Land Swimming", almost.

Either way, It was pretty damned awesome, in his words.

Sharkman bolted through the streets of the city, checking for anything and everyone out of place. A robbery. A mugging. A puppy stuck in a tree. Didn't matter. He would aide in it. It's what he did, usually, at this time of night. Ironically, the easiest part was this. The hardest part? Sneaking in and out of the beach house without waking Gerr or Kylie.

He wished he could tell them. They were his two best friends. More than that. They were his only family. He didn't have living parents, and his brothers lived in the states. Kylie and Gerr stuck by him for years. They, above anyone else, deserved to know that Mark Garfield was Sharkman.

But he knew the price. He knew the penalty. Not long after he had got his abilities, Mark boasted about them to his former longtime girlfriend. He was proud. More proud than he should've been. Kate ended up paying the price that he wished he could've. She died because of him. Kylie and Gerr were the last people Mark wanted to put through that again.

Still... It felt wrong. Now that they knew Sharkman existed, He'd have to lie. Hell, He had to lie before that, when questioned about his disappearances.

Sharkman sighed to himself. He needed an Advil. No, He needed a truckload of Advil. Being a 'Shark God' sure wasn't as great as one would think.

It was in that very moment that his hearing kicked in. There were screams coming from the city. Stopping in a dark alleyway, Sharkman used his enhanced sense of sight to penpoint the origin. A fire. Two kids were still trapped inside on the top floor.

....Kids? You're serious? Someone leaves a burning building and they don't even think to bring out their kids with them? Trophy parents, those little tikes must have...

And with that, he was off... "Landswimming".

* * *

Rushing into the building, Sharkman made it to the top floor so fast that he hadn't even felt the flames he had passed. Ripping a door off of it's hinges with his strength, Sharkman stepped in, spotting the little boy and girl.

"It's okay! I'm going to get you out of here!"

As Sharkman stepped forward, a falling timber fell, seperating them. Sharkman looked at it.

...

Plan B?

Grabbing the timber, Sharkman immediatley dropped it, yelping in pain. The timber was burning. And... even though he was strong, fast, and perfectly adept in all his senses... He wasn't fireproof. Worse... his sense of touch was sensitive, making the very much minor injury hurt twice as much. He looked at the kids.

"Uh... I'm a little new at this... so... if you guys can try and not recreate that very stupid thing I just did... I'll get you each a soda. Deal?"

The kids merely stared at him, dumbfounded.

"...I should probably just focus on saving you, first."

Looking around, Sharkman tried looking for a fire extinguisher. And... well, failing. He was running out of options, fast.

Okay, okay, okay. Let me think... How did I get up here again? I must've avoided any fire contact using my speed. If I can redo that...

Immediatley, Sharkman ran out of the room. A few seconds passed, as the children looked at eachother in confusion, before finding themselves eveloped by a streak of silver, and onto the concrete outside of the building. As the kids looked around, in astonishment, their parents came and hugged them, crying in joy.

"Mommy!", they both yelled aloud, as their tearful mother embraced the two. Then, she paused, looking down at their hands.

"...Where did you two get those drinks?"

As the children looked down in their hands to see the sodas that, to them, appeared out of nowhere, Another onlooker noticed a shadow from one of the floors.

"Hey! HEY! Someone's still up there! Somebody help him, man!"

It was less than a second later than a silver streak flew through the area once more, and into the building.

* * *

Kicking down the door, Sharkman rushed into the burning room. It was nearly suicide to enter the building, as this point, seeing as how the building could collapse at any time, but hey... a life was a life.

Looking around, Sharkman caught a glimpse of the figure in the fire.

Oh dear god, he's on fire.

"Try to remain calm! I'm going to get you out of-"

Sharkman then noticed something. The man smiled evilly as he stepped through the flames, looking at Sharkman. His eyes and mouth glew yellow. His skin glowed red. Flames trickled from various parts of his body. He wasn't on fire. Or he was. But it wasn't affecting him.

"...Here..."

"This must be really awkward for you."

"...Um. Yeah, actually."

"Terribly sorry about that. Here. Let me ease the tension."

Sharkman's eyes widened as the man's hand glew white. Almost fully predicting it to be trouble, Sharkman dived out of the way as the being shout out an immense amount of flames at where he once was.

"WHOAH!"

Sharkman watched in horror as the being turned to him.

"What the hell are you?"

"Not what. Who. The name's Inferno. Wanna take a guess why?", Inferno responded, before shooting another blast of flames at Sharkman. Ducking, Sharkman sped to the opposite side of the room.

"Well, now that we've got all the introductories out of the way... Mind explaining why you almost turned me into a fried seafood platter?"

"It's quite simple, really. I decide to burn down a building. In this, I wanted casualties. Kinda inconvieniant when everyone besides a couple of brats makes it out alright. Then, the brats get saved by you. Therefore... I'm a tad pissed. I'm sure you can understand."

"...So. You're one of those complete psychos, aren't you?"

Inferno laughed, as both his hands glowed white.

"Humor. Guts. Bad taste in fashion. I shall remember these qualities above your charboiled remains."

But before Inferno could fire, Sharkman rushed forward, speed aided, and began furiously punching Inferno back and forth. Sparks flew with every punch as the seemingly living being of fire stumbled back, in pain from Sharkman's blows. Sharkman flew back, breathing hard, hands steaming.

"And... a mean right hook. Don't forget... that...", Sharkman responded, in between breaths of exhaustion.

As Inferno glew with obvious anger, The two looked up as the ceiling began to crack. Inferno smiled, looking back at Sharkman.

"Huh. Apparentally, I was wrong. I may get my wish, afterall. Be seeing you."

"Oh, the hell you-"

And in that moment, Inferno faded into the flames. Sharkman stood, blankly faced under his mask.

"-are."

Jesus, that 'never-know-what-hesgonnado-next' angle is already annoying the hell out of me.

It was at that moment that Sharkman remembered the ceiling. Two seconds later, Sharkman was rushing through flames and debris at blinding speeds. Five seconds later? He was outside, in another dark alleyway, watching as the building collasped in a firey ruin.

...

Can somebody please tell me what that was?

The man shot fire. Hell, the man practically was fire. Sharkman couldn't believe it. Sure, he had powers of his own. But he always assumed he was a fluke. A one in a million miscreation. Never once did he think other people could have powers aswell.

Since when did my life become a Sci-fi novel?, He thought, looking at the flames as he knew, somehow, they were watching him back.
 
Philadelphia is really a beautiful place at night.

Especially from the sky.

Hovering right over the Lincoln Financial Field, I can see for miles. This is my city. Where I was born.

Of course, I was sent off to special schools for the gifted, but Philly had always been a place that made me feel, I don't know, whole.

Even after loosing my eye.

If I had a infinite charge, I would float here forever. But, you can never be fully charged.

Especially when you're made of living electricity. It's problematic sometimes. I tend to stay away from electronic devices when I'm transformed, because my aura interferes with them. In human form though, if I grasp the wire, I can access any information instantly from the computer. That's convientent.

Now was not a time for relaxing and reflecting though. Now was a time for action.

There was a woman who had foolishly walked home alone at night. She was oblivious to the men that had followed her.

They tried jumping at her but I suddenly appeared in their way. When you're as fast as light, you can do these things. I did have to transform back to human right away, and they ended up tackling me.

Not my most graceful appearence. I blasted them off of me with a short electrical burst from my chest.

"Go away before you regret it." I said, and stood on the sidewalk.

"We can take this guy!" One said.
"I dunno. Jerome, who is dis guy?" Another said. The one called Jerome looked up at me.
"Lookout! It's da ElectroFlare!" He shouted.

"Yeah. Shocking, ain't it?" I said as they pulled out knives.

Metal knives against an electrically powered super hero.

Are people really that stupid?

With tiny amounts of electricity, the knives heated up and the punks were forced to drop them.

"Goodnight." I said and and shot three electrical bursts at them, just enough to knock them out. They'd be fine, and their clothes would be a little burnt, but they'd be very humiliated.
 
(Sage)

As Julie was getting ready for work I continued to think of what I would do. She usually went to work about 7:30pm and it is 6:45 now. I was thinking.

“Do I want this to be fake…or even a dream? I mean…turn to Steel, yeah I’m slow but I feel like I could lift a bus. But could there be more, like being on fire and the car flew when it was. So could I turn myself to fire and fly just like the car. Wow, that would be great. But if this all has to do with the elements then what about the lightning, air or earth? I don’t know, but to protect Julie, when she leaves, I will try to figure more of this out.”

“Who are you talking to hunny?” Julie asked from the other room.

“Just myself, how soon do you think you’re leaving?”

“Well, we have a meeting today so in about 5 minuets.” She answered “Why?”

“Just wondering, call me tonight, we can talk. I have something I think I want to tell you.”

“Sure…I will call around 9, maybe 10. But I got to go now” She answered as she walked toward me. “I love you, no matter what” She said as we kissed.

“Ok, I will wait for you call, and can you take the van tonight, and leave that car?”

“I suppose that will be alright. Talk to you tonight.” She said while walking out.

“Ok, love ya!” I replied as she closed the door behind her.

One Hour Later​

I have been outside for the past 25 minutes. Practicing. I don’t really know what I can do. But our backyard needs to be cleaned…“Maybe I could find a way to make this work easier.” I think to myself.

The first thing I wanted to do was try to get a 600 pound engine to the front lawn, I was going to use it to fix up our old, black mustang. I just begin to think of my arms and legs being Lead again, like before. After about 5 minuets I start to feel stronger but slower. I walk over to the engine and try to pick it up. Nothing. It didn’t even budge.

“Ok, full body metal.” No sooner than I say that I feel my face. It seems like it could just fall right off my body because it is so heavy. I try to lift the engine again. It started to move and after about a half a second of effort it starts to lift in the air. Holding it in my front as I start to walk towards the front of the house. It did take about 15 minuets just to do but once I got to the garage, where the care was, I set it down and try to turn myself back to normal. For some reason I wouldn’t go back.

“Ok, no come on, work, go back to normal. C’mon, anytime now.” The first thing that starts to change is my hands, then my arms and legs…and last my head and body. “The change is still slow but maybe with practice it will get faster. Ok, other elements…um let’s try fire, it worked on the car, now it’s my turn.” Try to change the same way that I did with the lead…

”Just think fire, I’m on fire, slowly lifting into the air. C’mon, fire” and as soon as I said it, *whoosh*.

“Whoa, this was a lot faster then the Lead. Ok, let’s go behind the house again.” As I’m talking to myself I start to fly higher and higher over the house.

“Ok, down.” But I keep rising. “Down fire, c’mon, down to the earth” but as soon as I said what I did, the fire is gone, as I’m hurdling down toward the ground I know I’m in trouble. I get closer and closer and closer…but when I hit the ground I can move.

“Well duh, I just fell from 100ft in the air, of course I can move. But I don’t hurt…why” I wonder about why, from a fall that high, I’m not even hurting. Thinking to myself I figure that the six classical elements are: Metal, Fire, EARTH…

“Duh…I said Earth” Talking to myself. “That’s what I changed to. But as earth I can move? I can’t be hurt either. It makes since now. As Metal I gain strength, but I’m slow. As Fire I can fly, but what is bad there? O well…um let try…water” No sooner than I say that I’m a puddle on the ground.

“Ok, this isn’t what I had planed. Um what can water do…I just wish I could walk, instead of lay here like…well water.” Thinking of walking I start to feel me moving, but I’m not controlling it. I walk inside and look in the mirror, I can see through myself, well I’m an aqua blue color but can still see.

“Well, water, what is special about water?” Thinking to myself and all those days in my dad’s lab.

“Water is one of the most versatile states of matter and as an element as well. You can put water anywhere, and it will take the shape of anything” My dad had once told me.

“Shape…Shape-shifting…this might work. Let’s try to be a dog.” All I did was think of being a dog and, well still water but shape of a dog. That works. “So how could I just this to an advantage.” I run outside on all 4 legs and look around. “I wonder, ok I’m going to be a bird now” And I do. I start to fly up and the air, and this time I can control it. I land in a tree and look around. When I look at me, the bird there is some sort of color change that started at my feet and came up. It was a very slow change but it seemed the longer I was changed to something, the more I started to look like the real thing. “That’s cool. Ok, back down” I say as I jump and fly down to the ground.

“So 2 more I haven’t tried yet. Let’s try…air.” When I said the word I felt no different. Once again I will use the mirror as a reference. When I go to look in the mirror there is nothing. I mean nothing, not even myself, no change of what I know, but I can see my reflection. “Well you can’t see the wind. So I become invisible when I am Air. I’d be the best hide-in-seek player ever.”

“So one more element, and I’m kind of afraid to say. But lets give it a try. Lightning” I’m still standing there. “It seems like it does nothing.” But I guess I should look around before I said anything. And when I did, I saw blurs of the world around me…I look behind me to where my house would be but when I do I don’t see it, and I have no clue where I’m at. “Whoa, Earth, Earth, slow down, stop change to Earth!” When I said that I just stopped of course I couldn’t move either.

“Ok, so I get speed with…well yeah, not going to say it. Ok, back to normal. Um human form?” I say confused about how to go back to normal. But it worked.

“That was kind of fun. But I got to see the time.” I look down at my watch and see its 9:12p.m.

“JULIE. Ok let’s go with the direct approach.” I say as I start to run toward the house. I’m near a highway and I look up at one of the signs. It says Cleveland, 25 miles.

“25 MILES! Ok, let’s try to control my states. Fire” I burst to flame and strain my mind thinking that I want to go straight. I slowly start to move forward instead of up…slowly I gain more speed till I’m going at least 100mph. “I went faster when I was lightning!” Before I realize what I said I was going probably 300mph in the air. “Crap…and I know I can’t change to that! Ok, Metal!” when I say this I start to fall toward the ground. But I’m only like 10ft up. But I’m still moving fast…“I’m running and I can’t be stopped.” I look over to my right and I see my house in a distance of about 30 feet.

“Ok, back to normal.” Now running back home. When I get there, go inside and check my messages.

“I didn’t miss any calls from her.” *Ring, Ring* “Wow, perfect timing.” I pick up the phone. “Hello”

“Hey hun, how are you?” Julie said on the other line.

”I’m good…hey, I have to tell you something”…
 
IC: hotverse
" I awake from a nap after two long boring lectures at college. I'm enjoying smalltown ohio college life but I kind of miss the city life of NewYork. i write Rhymes in my notebook in my spare time and also ponder on how to get rich with my powers without hurting innocent people. My roommate Mark comes in and he turns on the News.

Lets see whats happening in this messed up world' Mark says with a optimistic look on his face.

The news is running a story about The Iraq war and it just angers me and I look on in disgust"

The government is full of crap' I SAY

Well something had to be done about Hussein you know

I feel up with rage and a look of resentment and disbelief

Get that conservative crap out of here

Matt gets a defensive look on his face and opens his eyes wide and opens his arms.

Look dude im in the middle

I decide to scrap the whole arguement and go for a jog through the forest on the outskirts of town. I see a armored truck for a bank go pass.
I contemplate turning into hotverse to rob the truck but then I realize that poor peoples money are in those accounts I decide not too.

Glad KIng Maoshin warned me about being stupid.

I see and hear a crash up ahead its the bank turck some how it tipped over"

what the hell was that

i jog closer curious but reluctant too see what happen as I approach I see smoke and hear the security driver for the truck calling for back up as I look towards the rear of the truck I see a huge creature taking money cases out the back. Its a huge blue creature with a human like face and body just huge with muscles he stood 6'9 weight maybe 400 looked like the Rhino from spiderman I thought just blue and bald.

A metahuman or mutant' I thought"

They have those contained in california' I thought from reading the news and internet forums

I remembered reading on forums that some metahumans might have escaped quarentine and isolation and made it to other states and countries this could be the only explanation I thought it look like the mutant pictures I saw on the internet. in my thought process the mutant spots me I'm scared out of my pants.

Give me your money college boy' it says in a deep but humerous voice

what Im broke I say.

He puts his money cases down and charges towards me the concrete shaking under both are feet as he ran I panic I thought Maoshin attack.

I need for him to get back/Maoshin attack'

I say my rhyme attack I feel the energy leaving My hand. The energy reaches Him He stops for a brief second does not even get knocked off his feet.

That was a strong wind there i must say He says

What the hell I say me in disbelief that my strongest attack barely phases this guy. He comes towards me puts his hands around my kneck and lift me up off my feet. I" m choking He is asking me for Money. I have no choice I must use my real powers I must transform into hotverse.

Man this pain really hurts/so give me a hotverse'

Cosmic energy emmits from my body and covers me the force is so great that the creature loses his balance and lets me go and is knocked back off his feet. I now have a black costume on with a edgy design of HV in silver on my chest with orange cosmic energy radiating from me'

He regains his compusure he is back up. He charges again and swings at me I dodge all of his punches without effort.

You kind of slow there big fella" i say with my new found confidence in my powers.

You a mutant too I see

No Im not a freak like you Im human

Freak' All of a sudden he bum rushes me off guard i go flying into tree's and breaking them about four tree's fall on top of me but I felt no pain.

Now to finish you off punk" He sends a blue laser beam from his eyes in semi mass force into the pile of tree's I'm under. I put up a brief shield to protect me but he does not know becasue he cant see me under the tree's. The tree branches on top of me explode and you see nothing but smoke and dust'

He just should have given me his money kids never learn,but how is a human as strong as he was oh well let me get this payday he is done'

He heads back to the money cases outside of the truck all of a sudden I raise my cosmic force moving all the tree and dust debree. i am now standing up with a strong cosmic glow and I am pretty serious and upset.

Look dude I got a 9:00 am class tomrrow so im through playing with you.

I run towards him at my cosmic speed He throws energy balls but I dodge them easily. i get to his stomach and give him a straight jab to the rib cage with me cosmic force he crumbles over. He is holding his stomach in pain.

Time to send you packing' I say as I grab his left leg and spin him around by it then a throw him in mid air.

Now let this little fight end/give me a Maoshin

i unleash my attack with my hotverse cosmic powers the medium size enery ball releases from my hand in orange color and hits him in midair i see a flash in midair and then you see his body hit the ground putting a dent in the concrete he seems to be dead or knocked out. I see no breathing. I sense FBI agents a mile away. Why are FBI agents in a small college town I thought I hear sirens as well from local police. I decide its time to leave.I contemplate taking the money but decided I have no plan to cover it up so I just leave in a hurry.

I get back to my dorm room exhausted. I open the door very slowly Mark is on his computer looking up football stuff. I get my things for the shower. I get inthe showere thinking about my fight. On One hand I wish it did not happen, but atleast I know more about my powers when I transform into hotverse and what Im capable of. I think of King Maoshin as well abd what He thinks. I get out of the shower and inot bed after I dry off.

Have a good jog says Mark as i lay on my pillow and I give him a look like are you stupid but I realize he would not know.

Goodnight Mark I say' in a urgent tone as I turn my lamp off and go to slepp





 
When the alarm went off at 11 o’clock, Lucas barely moved. His body was still buried under the pile of bedding that he had retreated into after a night of partying and drinking. His head was barely visible in between two thick layers of pillows. It was the abrupt yelling of his roommate, Kenneth, that forced Lucas out of his bed.

“Lucas! Get up! Ah don’t understand why all y’all big-shot athletes drink the way y’all do when y’all have to practice in da morning.”

Lucas sat up and looked around sleepy-eyed. He ran his hands through his short, brown hair and took a deep breath. He stretched and looked over at his aggravated roommate.
Kenneth was fully dressed in his NYU track team jogging suit. All students who ran for the NYU track team owned one. Lucas’s jogging suit was laid out on a chair near their fire place, so it didn’t take him much time to get Kenneth’s hint.

Kenneth was an uptight southern sophomore, he moved to NYU in an attempt to study literature and politics in a more upscale and productive environment. He came from an overly conservative family that strived on a decent amount of old money that had been inherited generations ago. He was also a local track star at his high school, but unlike Lucas, he resisted most of the temptations associated with such success. Which was a shame too, considering how much the ladies loved him. By no means was Kenneth an unattractive guy; he just preferred studying and practicing over mixing it up with sultry freshman (much to the dismay of the ****ty freshman girls). It didn’t help that, like all southern born jocks, he couldn’t speak proper English for his life.

He arrived the same week Lucas returned to school, so the coach of the NYU track team forced Lucas to train Kenneth under his wing. Lucas agreed initially, but he didn’t know of the trials and tribulations associated with being Kenneth’s mentor. Kenneth was, like many southerners Lucas had met, a momma’s boy. He called his mother every night and never made exceptions to this rule. Lucas would have to venture of into other dorm rooms to make phone calls at night, and this was at the expense of letting Kenneth freely roam the dorm room by himself. When left alone, Kenneth would obsessively rearrange the furniture, or his clothing, or anything that was caught in his line of vision.

This little affliction was amusing when to Lucas when they first started sharing a dorm room, but it soon reached its high points when Lucas would find his stash of porn had been alphabetized. Or when he found that Kenneth was sterilizing their bathroom while he slept. The climax came after Lucas found that Kenneth was re-organizing his little black book. The two had a falling out in public that led to them both being thrown into therapy. It was the therapist that insisted that the two take regular walks together in the morning. However this usually led to them arguing because Lucas was never up early in the morning. These were one of those situations.

“Ok, ok. I’m getting out of bed.” Lucas whined as he quite literally crawled out of his bed.

“Yo’ drinkin’ is always messing up mah routine. Ah should be at duh library right now. Not arguing wit you!”

Lucas climbed into his jogging out and simply ignored Kenneth’s incessant whining. It was too early in the morning for him to properly argue. He dug into his closet and found a pair of sneakers and bitterly put them on. He stretched a little more and then grabbed a rice cake out of their refrigerator.

“Ready to go now?” Kenneth asked impatiently.

Lucas nodded and they exited the room together. They made their way out of the dormitory and on to the streets of New York. It wasn’t until they reached the heart of Union Square that they picked up their pace and started jogging. In the heat of their jogging session across Washington Square Kenneth stopped complaining and began to start a real conversation with Lucas.

“How you feelin?” he said over the buzz of traffic and people.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, ah heard about yo’ little run-in with the mafia. I figured yo’ excessive drinkin’ lately had to do wit’ dat.”

Lucas blushed when he a few people turned and looked at him after Kenneth’s comment. He didn’t respond to the remark until after they reached an intersection with a green light. He caught his breath and gathered himself.

“Dude, I do not have a drinking problem. Maybe a few drinks every now and then qualifies as a drinking problem back down south in the boonies, but where I came from that’s called being sociable.”

“Well, where ah come from hangin’ out partyin’ all night is call being a damn fool.”

Lucas stuck his tongue out at Kenneth and Kenneth gave him the middle finger. The cross walk sign changed and they were off again. This time however they were running at full speed. Lucas’s specialty was long distance runs, so he always did this on their daily run just to annoy Kenneth (who was more of a sprinter.) He made sure to wait until he was nearly a block away from Kenneth before he stopped running to let Kenneth catch up.

“Whew! Man, ah wished you would stop doing dat! You know ah can’t keep up with you when it comes to long distance runs!”

“Precisely. I have to put you in your place.”

“Put me in mah place? Pff! You’re not dat good.”

“Says the guy who just ate my dust!”

“Ah may not be the best, but ah know for fact that you ain’t all dat.”

“Oh really?”

“Yes, really. Some of da other guys told me about how often Jonathan Dillon schooled you before ah came along.”

Lucas frowned. Just thinking of John was upsetting. Despite what he told everyone, he really hadn’t fully recovered from the shock of being placed in a coma by his own friend. The only person who knew how he really felt was his counselor, but no one needed to know that.

“So? John was like 5 inches taller than me and two shoe sizes bigger. Me trying to outrun him is the equivalent of a midget trying to outrun the Hulk or something.”

“Excuses, excuses.”

“Eat my dust!” Lucas yelled as turned around back towards the campus.

Kenneth followed him and the two raced back to the campus. Lucas took a clear lead and made no hesitation when it came to making fun of Kenneth along the way. At an intersection a few miles away from their dorm entrance, Lucas turned and taunted Kenneth while he was chugging his way there.

“Come on! Man, in the time it’s taking you to catch up I could be-”

Lucas was cut off when a bicyclist accidentally collided with him. The impact sent Lucas flying onto the ground and Kenneth stopped running just to laugh. A small cut formed below his knee and Lucas frowned at the sight of it.

“What’s the matter? Baby hurt his wittle leg?” Kenneth teased now that he finally caught up with Lucas.

Lucas examined his knee and watched a trail of blood flow from a thin cut. He clasped it in his hands and returned his attention to the snide red-neck.

“Yeah, it’s bleeding dude.” Lucas said taking his hand of the cut.

Kenneth peered at it for a second and then frowned.

“What are you talking about?”

Lucas looked down and found that the wound was gone. He slowly stood up, slightly confused by had just occurred.

“Um..never mind, I guess.” he said frowning.

Kenneth playfully shoved him and continued running toward the dormitory. Lucas looked down on the cut and frowned again. He was sure he had been cut…. Lucas turned around and chased Kenneth back to their dorm room.

“No fair, redneck! You got a headstart!”

 
(The Seer)

The Child is alone in his cot, sleeping. I climb through the window, silent. I move over to it's cot, and I wonder how something so small can become something so ruthless...

Except, I shouldn't wonder. I know. I pull out a knife from my belt, and look at it for a moment, a tiny light reflecting on it from outside. The evil that I do, for the good of man.

I look at the sleeping child, and I feel pity for it. No living person should have to go through what I'm about to do to it.

You Know What Must Be Done.

The voice. It does not speak to me often, but when It does... It is all I can hear. Its voice is twisted, like a thousand people screaming the words at once...

But I have seen it. When I disobeyed, it showed itself to me, and I must never see it again.

I feel the gift it gave me kick in, and a bed appears in front of me. I can bend reality to my will. The parents lie there sleeping, and I walk over to their bed and snap their necks, one at a time.

I saw them, I saw them abuse the child till he killed them, age 13. He ran out to the streets, robbed and stole and attacked to survive, until he finally went off the deep end. He would have killed 72 people before he himself was killed by the police...

I walk over to the child, and pick him up... he stirs a little, then sleeps in my arms.

I can see what it will be like now, these hurt less... these visions that show the altered future.

He will grow up, and be a good man. I jump out of the window, onto the rooftop opposite, and travel for a long time before I come to the orphanage. I leave him at the front door, ringing the bell then vanishing into the night.

I am not a good man.

I have killed over 100 people since I was chosen. None of them had commited a crime, but their paths would lead them into things that could not be allowed to happen. Children, men, women.

I let the child live on a whim, there was another path. Most times, there is not. Sometimes, you have to let one go, so you can live with yourself...

But I don't have to live with myself. I am no-one.

One day, someone will stop me. Some day, someone who can only see the darkness in what I do will find me and kill me.

I perch on a rooftop, and I create a Gargoyle out of nothing. I lean on it.

But, that person will know my wrath before he succeeds.

For I have an angel on my side.
 
IC: Mark Garfield

Mark walks into the beachhouse, still feeling the effects of the fire. He doesn't even care about his injuries. He still tries to contemplate what the hell that thing was. An animal? An alien? Or was it one of those 'Post-Human' things everyone keeps talking about up in the states? Would he qualify as one of those?

Not even thinking about where Ky or Gerr could be, Mark drops his keys onto the couch. Not even thinking, Mark doesn't notice the sound of running water coming from the shower just as it stops. Not even thinking... Mark opens the door to the bathroom.

...

Silence befalls the two. Mark's eyes widen. So does Ky's. Immediatley, Mark shuts the door infront of him, and stands, utterly stunned. The silence continues for a few minutes, as Gerr walks into the hallway.

"'Bout time you got home, dude. I... Wait... why do you look like you've just seen a ghost?"

"Uh... I... uh..."

Mark simply stares at Gerr, for a minute.

"Hey, Gerr, wanna go and grab a bite to eat?"

"...I just ate."

"MARK!!!"

"Then you're eating again!", Mark yells, grabbing Gerr as the two run out of the house.

Mark, as Sharkman, had faced armed robbers. Gang members. Car jackers. Big thugs. And the new guy, the superpowered guy... Inferno. All very dangerous people, and He never showed any fear against them. A pissed off Kylie, however, was one thing that 'The Sharkman' definatley didn't want to face at all.

* * *

Driving into the city, Gerr looks over at Mark, whose deep in thought. Not over what just happened... Though there was plenty to think about, there... But about 'Inferno'. Why did he want to intentionally cause harm to those people? Were there truly people like that in the world? And if so, why the hell did he suddenly feel he had to deal with it?

"So... Wanna tell me what that was all about, or am I gonna have to play Sherlock Holmes?"

Mark looked over at Gerr. He contemplated telling him what happened, but decided to save himself the embarassment. After all, He'd be hearing it for quite some time from Ky...

"I... don't want to talk about it."

"What'd, you guys kiss or something?"

Mark's eyes widened.

"WHAT?! No! Why would... Oh GOD, man... We LIVE with her!"

"I was just asking! Geez..."

Mark eased, realising what he was doing.

"I... Yeah, I know. Sorry, man... Work's just been hectic, lately."

"That explains the burns..."

Mark looked at his hands. The burns, from when he lifted that flaming timber were still there. It would be another few hours before they healed completely. He looked at Gerr with a nervous grin.

"Uh... yeah, let's go with that."

"Speaking of Ky... Ever planning on helping her for the competition this weekend?"

Mark's eyes widened again.

"The Surfing Contest?! Oh, Jesus... Great, I forgot that too!"

"Yeah. And she's only got... What, three days left?"

"Two days."

"Oh. Well, still. That's not alot of time."

"Yeah..."

"And you did promise her..."

"..."

"Yes..."

"And she's, like, totally depending on you for thi-"

"...I get it."

* * *

As Mark and Gerr drove out of the city, sipping some mochas and eating the usual overpriced breakfast they and Ky usually shared from Starbuck's, They passed the destruction of the building that Mark tried to save, the previous night. Mark looked over at it, reminding him of what happened.

He or... It... or whatever Inferno was, was easily the toughest opponent that Mark had ever faced as Sharkman. How could he combat it? He didn't know how to beat fire. Would a fire estinguisher even work, in this instance? For the first time in his career as a crime-fighter... Or 'vigilante', as the police put it... Mark didn't know how to approach something. And honestly? It scared him. If he couldn't be a hero, He couldn't use his powers, and he couldn't make good on his promise. Mark knew he'd go insane.

He just had to figure out a way to beat Inferno. There had to be some way...

"So... You never did tell me why we left the beach house."

Not even thinking... Which, had got him in enough trouble for the morning, Mark simply answered..."Oh, that? Nothing. I just saw Kylie naked, is all."

The tires of the car suddenly screeched to a halt. Gerr could barely breathe on the food in his throat, at this new revealation. Mark sighed. Oh yeah, he was definatley never living this one down.
 
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