Loa Blood

[Lady_Siren]

Nikki arrived back at the killer bee base safe and sound. She headed straight for Chapel and told him of Ghosts decision. "I think we should keep an ear our for this lost love of his, might be helpful if we ever need his cooperation. He knows nothing significant and is not a threat at the moment. However I believe we should keep an eye on him. He is gifted after all." She leaned back in her chair sipping her favorite drink.

 

[SwampThing]

Chapel congratulated Nikki on a job well done. "This Aya he's talking about, my sources in the police department say she was from the island of Amun. But given the way they treat their Gifted, she probably wouldn't go back there.

"So we'll keep an eye on this Ghost, but the real threat against us is still the Sejealans. Those Ninja killed the harbourmaster, and we had a lot invested in him. They're moving in on our turf, trying to move stolen Blood through neighborhoods we control. I'd like you to go to the Sejealan neighborhoods, and put a scare into them.

"Start slow, then over weeks, months, you make them fear us. In the meantime, relax. You have your disguise, your freedom. This is our city, enjoy it."
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The woman never took her dark eyes from Dalraida while she lowered her gun. "You can call me Sook. I work for the Revan government, and I'm tracing one of our agents who Coda may have killed. I want to find the Crusher before they do.

"Now, who are you and what do you know?"

 

[Lady_Siren]

Nikki nodded at his directions then left the bar doing as he suggested. She needed to find a diversion, perferrably male. She needed to wash her system of Damien once and for all. She turned and went in search of Mark.

 

[Morgoth]

He had moved, slowl, quietly, unseen and unheard, leaving nothing to trace him to this place. The stench of it almost overpowered him, but he fought it and continued to sit. The one problem was he would definitely not be able to eat in this place. The reek of it filled him until he could stand it no more. He would go on a quick walk. Not like anybody would be around this putrid place. Today, he would relax. Tomorrow, the plant, the pain, the problem solved.

 

[SwampThing]

Weeks pass . . .

Bay City has been relatively quiet. Fall has come, and the heat wave is over. The mornings are foggy, and the nights stormy. The city has been mostly rebuilt from the summer's rampages, and the military presence has relaxed. There have been no more sightings of the monster called the Crusher, although people continue to disappear from the city's sewers and back alleys.

Mary and Kell have moved. Kell is kept busy at Coda's desert research facility, so Amy and Mary are left to do most of the setting up for the exhibit of Mary's paintings on their own.

Faith's classes have started, and between her school, her activism, and her new boyfriend, she has also been very busy. But the police are finally allowing her to interview Kate Beckett. She still hasn't spoken to Monolith about Hope's video letter.
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Nikki sits on the deck of a sleek sailing ship in the bay. to the west, the evening storm clouds are gathering over Dracon Island, but the sky overhead is still clear. Mark activates the autopilot, and pours the champagne. His black swim trunks show off his athletic body, his short silver hair plastered to his head by the sea spray.

"Here's to the good life, Nikki my dear. To us and our continued success."

 

[amon_darknight]

Ghost

For a long time now, Ghost has been sitting by a manhole, waiting and watching for more to come. What might you ask he was waiting for, well that would be the evil men that were raping women on the street corner over there. A few nights ago, Ghost came across 4 men gangbanging a single defenseless woman, and they felt the wrath of Ghost and his army of bullets rain down upon them. He killed all of them and took the woman to the hospital, now Ghost waits for more of them to come out of their holes. He had been down there before, but he felt he would wait for them to come to him, if they dared. He knew they only came out at night, and Ghost rested during the day, he killed probably 12 of them now, for every person he saw come out of those holes he would kill. If he didn’t, than the voices would bug him, it seems he could sate the voices if he kills, but Ghost would not kill the innocent, only the ones he saw bad in.

He knew he would never see Aya again, he knew she was gone, and that was Ghost’s motivation. He would change himself so if he did find her, she would want to be with him, or maybe he should find someone else, or maybe just forget about getting a love in his life. He than saw some one coming through the manhole.

“Die you fucking scum bag!”

He fired two shots and completely blows the guy away.

“That’s 13.”

He gets up and moves the body to the dumpster and closes the manhole again, than he goes back and waits for a new idiot to come through. He looks to his gun and smiles.

"Good thing I got this new silencer. Thanks scum."

 

[cats]

Nia

OOC: Still trying to get my bearings so forigve me if this post is vague.

IC: I walked down the street still wearing what was left from the islands. It was once the modest tunic like clothes of a monk but now was a tatered shell of what it once was.

The top losely hanged over my breasts covering them but just barley. The lower half was efectively held on by my rope like belt. The ends torn with a significant tear moveing up the side. I supose it's supriseing that the simple outfit still worked as clothing in any since of the word at all. Months of being on islands filled with monsters was prehaps the greatest training any one could possibly ever recieve, but I can't shake the feeling sthat those creatures once had soles of their own. To kill them was something I couldn't bring myself to do, and yet they had no problems killing me. I looked down at the blood stained tones of this once earthen colored robe.

I walked down an ally way. It was night out, and so the alley was dark of coarse. I could make out the shaows of a few people in there. I moved quikly hopeing to get to my destination. A hand grabed me. 'Well looks like we have anotehr one.' I looked to see who he was talking to. It was anotehr man he looked fairly strong but uncordinated as if he simply acted off of primal instinct alone. The first man had red hair almost black in the shadows. 'Don't worry we're jsut going to have a little fun with you. But if you screamm all's any one will fine is a dead body.'

I looked down at his hand he had a fair grip on my left arm. I simply didn't like were this was headed. I bent my left arm up to the inside of his arm in one swift action and knocked his grip lose. I then grabed his arm and turned to the side raiseing my right knee which firmly struck his arm breaking only one of the two bones between his wrist and elbow. I droped my leg as he steped abck screaming in pain. I then moved my left foot behinds his right leg and quickly hooked it droping him to the ground.

I looked at him for a second and remembered their was the big one to deal with as well. I turned around and the big guy was right behind me. I jumped into the air knee raised and it firmly struck him in the face. I then reached behind my back and grabed my sai. I fliped it back agaisnt my wrist and struck him with the handle in the gut. I then sprung up into the air ocne mroe and unleashed a powerful round house kick that embodied a great deal of my inertia. As his body hit the floor I gracefully landed with only a slight sound, my shoes were light, sorta like a macasin except for made out of cloth with a thicker layer reinforced with ruber at the bottum.

I tucked away my single sai. I had been training with two sais the day of the accident. Some time in the endless fights after that I lost one, that is why I've kept all the more closer care for this one.

 

[PoliteSuccubus]

Mary

"It's perfect!" Mary gushed as she peered into the nooks and crannies of the cottage. "Plenty of light for painting, plenty of room for you to practice your stuff, hard to sneak up on, and secluded!" While she oohed and ahh'ed over light fixtures and an antique claw footed tub Kell frowned at the low asking price.

"Wouldn't a place like this usually be...more?" He asked the real estate agent.

The man looked pained but then answered hesitantly. "Well, yes. But it's been on the market for a while..."

"Why? It seems like a great place."

"There was some...drug activity here...and a shoot out...some people ...died." The man shrugged apologetically.

Mary bounced back into the room where they stood. "It's GREAT! We'll take it!"

 

[PoliteSuccubus]

Faith

Faith came out of the bedroom to find Price typing away at his computer.

"Honey, I know you don't care and don't even do the laundry, but...Have you seen the matching panties to this bra?" She held up a hot pink and black lace bra. She hadn't seen the matching panties since practically the day she'd moved in.

Price glanced up and shook his head, a pencil hanging from his mouth like a puppy dogs bone, before turning back to whatever it was he was doing.

"Some detective." Faith muttered, turning back to the bedroom. She shrieked as she was suddenly grabbed from behind and carried to the bed.

"What ARE you doing?" she asked Price, laughing, as he took a magnifying glass to her waist and lower.

"Looking for clues! I'm visiting the last known sighting of said panties." He said with all seriousness. "This may require an in depth investigation."

She glanced at the clock. "You have 45 minutes to conduct your investigation or I'll be late for my interview."

He nodded. "I may miss important clues, but I'll do my best. I may have to return to investigate further at a later time."

"You darn well better!" She smiled.

After, she took a quick shower and dressed quickly.

"Who are you interviewing?" Price asked.

"Beckett, at last, at The Shades." Faith wrinkled her nose. "The story is cold now, too much time. But I might get some good stuff anyway."

"Be really careful, Faith. In fact, do you want me to come with you?"

"No, today is your day off. Do some manly relaxing sort of stuff. Like fix the sink like I've been asking you to do."

"I'm a cop. Ask me about weapons, or the law, or evidence or the street names of any drug...but don't ask me to do plumbing."

She looked at him seriously. "Every year that drip uses about 100 gallons of water, which you pay for, and which uses up our fresh water reserves which needs to be processed at a plant that puts pollutants into the air so we can drink healthy water."

"All right, all right. It'll be done today." He waited until he heard her motorcycle leave the block before calling a plumber.

 

[SwampThing]

Nia is in a bad part of town, near the docks, under the freeway overpass. The strees are slick with rain, the night sky black with cloud. On the corner, a pair of teenaged boys in black leather jackets are waiting for someting. Their silver hair shows that they are Aralian. One nervously shifts a brown bag from hand to hand. The other looks around the street, one hand under his jacket. Noticing the fight, he keeps an eye in Nia's direction.

A thin, tired-looking woman approaches the two boys on the corner. She furtively pulls out a wad of cash, and the boy hands over the bag.
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Faith waits in the rain while her ID is checked, and the gate to the Shades Home for the Menally Ill glides open. A heavy Argon orderly shows her where to park her motorcycle, and then ushers her inside.

Kate Beckett's room has two walls of clear, shatterproof plastic. One faces onto an interview room, with a desk and a couple of chairs. The other faces out onto the rolling green hills and small lake of the Shades estate. The room is comfortably furnished, with a curtained-off bathroom area and a shelf of books. Faith notices some titles. "Compound Chemistry", "A History of Sejealan Colonisation", and "Vanessa's Virtue" (a romance paperback). Kate drops a "Nautical Almanac" on the small bedside table, and turns her chair to face Faith through the interviewer's window.

"So they've finally let you in to talk to me, little girl from Locrir. They know what i have to say to you might be dangerous, but they want so badly to know what I know, to know who the Cuckoo is. But I'm only telling you."

 

[cats]

Nia

IC: I steped back into the alley way and moved across it to the street. Across from me were to men one nervously holding a bag. I watched him carefully studing him for a second or two. Then I moved onto the otehr silver haired man. Comon theory has it that Aralians are closely related to Valins like myself hence their silver hear, how ever the difrent skin color of my white flesh and the acurcance of pearl toned hair aswell the dufrent eye color leads many to argrue that the theory is completely wrong. personally I feel it's possible that all Aralians are decended from a few silver haired Valins.

A thin woman walked up to the two and touched hands takeing the package with her. The two boy still quite nervous put away what looked like money of some form. It was odvious that this wasn't leagle. "Oh well" I continued on my way. Walking forward by myself.

 

[PoliteSuccubus]

Faith

Faith shakes off her jacket, pulls out her pad and pencil and sits down at the table left for her.

"So they've finally let you in to talk to me, little girl from Locrir. They know what i have to say to you might be dangerous, but they want so badly to know what I know, to know who the Cuckoo is. But I'm only telling you."


"You've lost some weight." Faith tells Kate. "But you look well otherwise." Glancing around the two rooms she sees that only the cell is wired for visual and sound. They don' t care what Faith looks like, only what she says. She taps her ear with her pencil and gestures to them both, then her temple and only points to Kate. Then shrugs. "I've been trying to see you since our last conversation but so many things were happening, and the red tape..."

 

[SwampThing]

Beneath the freeway overpass, in the rain, Nia hears the low purr of silenced motorcycles. Then two young riders zip around the corner and past her, heading down the street towards the two Aralian boys.

Silenced motorcycles like these are rare, hardly cutting-edge technology anymore, but still impressive. These ones are painted a dark green to match the riders' jackets and masks. They both drive one-handed, and draw swords. Thin, curved Sejealan blades, dark green metal. Nia knows the Sejealans are as reknowned for their martial arts as her own people.

With the bikers almost at the corner, one of the Aralian boys pulls an Uzi from his jacket. This is about to get ugly very fast.

 

[SwampThing]

Kate Beckett gives Faith a thin-lipped, humourless smile.

"Yes, you said you wanted to tell my story. Well, my story is old news now, Faith." She spits the word like acid. "Just a bitter ex-nun whose life was ruined by the Wheel's lies. No, they let you in here so they could learn about the Cuckoo. And while they wade through their own bueraucratic bullshit, the Cuckoo still has that busload of children."

Kate points subtly to Faith's purse. When Faith touches the purse, the older woman makes an opening gesture, and then spreads both her hands across her table-top.

While Faith is emptying her purse out onto the tabletop, Beckett continues talking.

"Since I'm the only one who knows about the Cuckoo, we'll do this my way. After all, if I just told you, the doctors and police would hear, and they'd beat you to the scoop. And you really can't trust the Argon authorities. Not on something this important. They'd only send in police, and then cover it up, and kill me to keep their secret."

She stops suddenly and looks pointedly at the highway map in Faith's hands. She makes a small unfolding gesture. When Faith unfolds her map, Beckett begins tracing a finger systematically across her table-top. When Faith imitates her with a finger on the map, Beckett gives a small nod. She watches Faith's finger intently as she continues to talk.

"No, the truth about the Cuckoo should be told to everybody. It's the facts of the modern world, and everyone has the right to know, to be able to choose how they will live. And when the secret is out, really out, then there will be nothing left to hide by killing me."

She stops suddenly again, looking directly at Faith's hand. Faith's finger rests on Landry, a tiny desert town a few miles inland from Bay City, along the rail line to Bridges.

"That's it. I've lost my train of thought. Think over what I've told you, and come back in a few days. Careful though, girl. Tell the police too much of what you know and they'll silence us both. We're in this together now, hear? That's it, end of interview."

 

[cats]

Nai Cresent

IC: Swords good old fashion Sejealan swords, the slight curve of the nearly straight blades amde it eassy to tell. The slight green color of the metal how ever was strange, it wasn't the typical alloy used to make this type of sword, the metal in these ones means the swords are made of a difrent metal, possibly to be lighter when carried, or it could be more durable, with some luck it was a cheaper metal because the traditional swords can be quite expensive.

Between the gun and the swords it was odvious wear this was going and they aren't likely to let witness stay around. I doubt they'd be able to kill me but if they tried it would most likely hurt more then I want.

I steped out of the shadows into the light between the bikers and right infront of the boy with the gun. "Prehaps it's best if you all jsut move along with out fighting." I didn't look at either side but isntead stared down the alley infront of me.

The boy with the gun couldn't fire with me infront of him, so he put his hand on my back and firmly pushed me out of the way in one quick smooth motion, sadly for him my motions were faster and every bit as smooth. I turned around and grabing his arm as I was carried forward by the force of his shove. I stuck out one foot and his own off balanced power and momentum carried him forward over it before he stumbled to the ground. I simply stopped in that stance and the skirt like remains of my tunic softly stoped moments after my movement was finished. I lowered my outstreched leg next to the other one.

The bikers had now started heading my way or more percisely towards the boy with the package whom, was running for his life. These two had a chance to stop the violence and they willing passed it up. I quickly darted forward and ducked under ones out streched sword. While I was on the ground I picked up the uzi jsut out of reach of the boy that used to weild it, that boy was now seriously hurt after being ran over by a biker.

I stood with the gun in an outstreched hand and opened fire at the biker who had ran over the boy. The other one turned around to face me the current threat, as his lifeless companion made a trail of blood as his body was draged across the assphalt. I held the gun in his direction, giveing the choice to leave with out any mroe violence tonight. Threw the visor of his helmet I could almost feel his gave as he sived up the situation.

he lifted his foot off the ground and his speed grew at a steady rate as he apraoched me. I pulled down on the triger and held it firmly in it's place. He came past me strikeing with his sword, I had droped the gun and tried to move my arm out of the way, a red streak was thrown agaisnt the black canvas of the street. The blood had hit before the gun had, its single clip was used when I killed the first biker. Now my right arm cut to the bone. The blood was seeping out of the wound covering the torn remains of the top of my tunic, and the arm was simply hanging at my side, the mucle was cut and I couldn't use the numb limb.

The biker readied for another pass. As he apraoched I felt I began to speed up and move towards him. With in ten feet I jumped into the air my momentum careing me forward I moved my left leg threw the air with a tilt of my body and hit him directly in the face plate. The glass of the visor instantly shatered under the great force peaces of it driveing into his face and my foot. I felt his nose snap trhew the glass and his ehad moved backward before the rest of his body was dragged along, the motorcycle fell on it's side and slid down the street a few yards before stoping.

I stood up and began to walk down the alley next to me, that person will live though he may not wish he had next time he loooks into a mirror.

 

[PoliteSuccubus]

Faith

"That's it. I've lost my train of thought. Think over what I've told you, and come back in a few days. Careful though, girl. Tell the police too much of what you know and they'll silence us both. We're in this together now, hear? That's it, end of interview."

Faith circles three towns on her map, none of the Landry, before she starts loading up her purse again.

"Actually, Kate, I'm here to tell your story, just like I said I would when we met. If you don't want to tell me today, I understand. But my agenda and that of whoever "they" are isn't the same agenda. Never was. Which I think you know. Which is why I think you picked me."

Everything tucked away Faith began writing in her shorthand. "I think your story has merit on it's own, and is important. I think to many important stories are over looked, just like the nails of a house are overlooked. But without them the entire structure would fall apart."

 

[Morgoth]

Repulesed, but unable to stop himself, Dan Williams moved to the stinking pool just in time. Blood spilled from his face, falling into the putrid mixture beneath him and disappearing in a matter of seconds. The smell invaded his acute nostrils and he vommited. Blood and vomit intermingled in the already disgusting liquid. After he finished, he moved back to a wall. "Damn", he growled. He was thanfull for one thing, though. Dan Williams was asserting itself as the dominant personality. However, it wasn't the same Dan as before. This one was totally insane. He laughed. "Just what this city needs. A monster with a Phd." His laugh started slowly, building until the manic reverbarations could even be heard outside.

 

[SwampThing]

Nia hears the boy with the package running away in the rain. Blood runs in the gutters around her street. Two young men lie dead, and a third breathes raggedly, coughing blood . In the distance, sirens are approaching.

 

[Lady_Siren]

Nikki was lounging next to her pool awaiting Chapel's next directions. She yawned feeling better then she had in weeks. Damien was gone from her mind and she was an important woman and no longer wanted by bounty hunters. Her life was good. Except one thing, she was bored. She needed something to do. Which was why she had left Chapel a message to call her back with some work.

 

[Morgoth]

It was raining hard. Perfect. Like this, no one would see, or more likely, hear him. He went from his shelter, lifting into the air. He smiled, looking over his form. He was perfect. He would usher in a new era of perfection. Whether they wanted it or not. But in the meantime, he needed to destroy his disadvantages. The first: the helicopters. They would need to be neautralised. His smile grew broader. That was no problem. No problem at all.
The dark smoke lifted from the smelting plant before him. A distraction. He would need a distraction to evacuate the place. He threw the fire forward, its absolute heat evaporating the rain that threatened to drown it, and slammed into a side of the plant, detonating. Alarms blared from within and in a moment, the plant workers were scattering. "Excellent." He landed at the entrance, ripping the door that blocked him clean off. He stepped inside, surveying it. He sighted his goal, began wlaking. He stopped just before it, hesitating a moment as the intense heat hit him. "What if I don't survive?" asked the third voice. "We will. We are perfect!" hissed the Crusher. "We must. So that we can create perfection in our image", asserted Dan. With that, he lifted into the air, flying over the railing, pausing for a moment over the hot liquid. Then, he dropped in. The liquid metal surged all around him. He stifled his scream, knowing that it meant survival. He closed his eyes and squeezed his nostrils shut.
The surface was still. Perhaps it was all a nightmare? The petty imaginings of some poor shild at home, tossing and turning in the darkness of his room. Then, as if from the very pits of hell, a nightmare shape broke the surface, leaping out, screaming now. It tore at the fast solidifying metal that covered its eyelids, ears, nose, and mouth, tearing it off in clumps, taking skin with it. The screaming stopped. The Crusher stood there, panting, waiting as the metal solidified on him. After it was over, he laughed, suddenly and loudly. Just as suddenly, he became grim. "Now what will those pathetic beings do? They cannot penetrate my armored hide. They will just die. Or become perfect." With that, another manic laugh tore from his mangled lips as he lifted into the air. He laughed all the way back to his shelter.

 

[SwampThing]

It was dark when Nikki's phone rang.

"Nicola, it's Chapel. A couple of our boys ran into some trouble down by the docks. The survivor said they were attacked by Sejealans, and another unknown martial arist. It could have been Ghost. I want you to go check out the area. If it's Ghost, kill him for interfering again.

"Regardless of who this new threat is, the Sejealans need to be taught a lesson. Visit the sejealan street market district during the day. I want you to make them fear us again, Nikki, I don't care how you do it. Go solo or call Mark and bring in a squad of agents to back you up, it's your call.

"Thank you Niccola, I'm an old man, and it's good for me to be able to count on you to resolve this problem."
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The Crusher's new metal form tears through the rain-drenched night sky over Bay City. Police helicopters, responding to panicked calls from the burning steel plant, probe the clouds with powerful searchlights.

Twin searchlight beams illuminate the winged monstrosity, now covered in shining steel. The police choppers open fire, but their machine-guns do not pierce the creature's armor.

At Coda Headquarters, a special alarm goes off in Monolith's hangar.
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"You really want to hear my story?" Kate stares unbelieving at Faith. "Very well, girl. I will tell you.

"I was born in Jackson, in north Argo. My parents died in the big Jackson fire, and I was sent to live with the nuns at the Wheelwright Home for Girls, in the south near Bay City. The Brides comfortetd me as dictated by their belief. My parents' deaths were the will of the Wheel, which loved us all. Their lives had meaning, and they were guaranteed another life, reincarnated as the wheel rose again. And I believed them, and I believed in the Wheel, and I was happy.

"There was no television in the convent, so I didn't see the images from Antartica until later. We only heared that people were upset. We heared that the Pope was dead, not that he had killed himself. All over the world, Brides were abandoning the order. The world was in a state of panic. There were revolts, uprisings, domestic violence. Foreigners flooded to Argo for the new high-tech jobs, and brought overcrowding, gang violence, and drugs. The inner cities needed the voice of the Wheel, guiding people. I became a Bride of the Wheel because I believed we could help people. The end of the world had come and gone, but they hadn't told me. I was 15 years old.

"And I tried to help people the only way I knew how. I continued spreading the lies. This was all the Wheel's plan. The Wheel is real, it loves you. The Wheel is eternal, and all life is returned, renewed, because life is part of the precious, sacred plan, life has meaning.

"It took years of counselling families torn apart by the worship of icons, poisonous street vials of alien cells, before I relized I'd been lying. That I'd been lied to. That my parents' deaths were meaningless coincidences in an alien genetic experiment. That our creators were'nt perfect, and they didn't love us. They were monsters who tried to kill us all off and failed. And the world we live in, a world where men can be made of ice, and women can bring death with a touch, where scientists can warp space and matter and that boy from the fuel cell commercials decides who lives and dies . . . This is not a world of order, or pattern, or purpose. It is chaos, and your life means no more than the whim of a madman infected by our creators with the power to ignite suns.

"I burned the Wheelwright Home for Girls to the ground. Is that the sort of story you were looking for, Faith?"

 

[cats]

Nia

IC: I herd the sirens and imdeatly began to run. Then just as sudenly I stoped. I have been on those islands for far to long, I fought many of those monsters the best I could, her my best resulted in this, prehaps I should run for my freedom but no. I will have to stay here. I am in the real world again although it still seems less real. I glanced down at my limp hand. I am not aloud to run from conflict, I shouldn't run from this conflict. I will tell what happened and live with the results.


I walked back over to the two dead bodies and the broken nosed man. "I supose karma finally cought up to you. I'll let it reach me now." I placed one hand on my injured arm in an effort to cross them. Crap I don't like the idea of doing this. As the lights came into veiw I imdeatly took a step back, but it was to late to run now, running now would let them reach me and force them to fight agaisnt me, I might just be selfish enough to fight back, it was my own dislike of pain that lead to this blood shed wasn't it? Or was it?

They were fighting to begin with? I did kill one in self defense, or did I? I eassily ducked under the sword and until I opened.... I don't want to think about it. I looked at the ground so I didn't need to see the lights comeing this way.

 

[amon_darknight]

Ghost

He still sat at the manhole his guns were ready and he even had his sword if he decided to get crafty with them. It’s been a long time before another head popped out and ghost put a bullet right between his eyes and Ghost laughed.

“If I have to, I will come down there and exterminate every single one of you bitches. But I will do that later.”

He than heard the sounds of sirens and he looked to the pile of bodies across the street and only shook his head, he knew the sirens were far away, but maybe it was time to find a new place to camp this manhole. He had a new toy to play with, it was a sniper rifle he took off a dirt bag that came out of the sewers. He didn’t know what kind of rifle it was, but it was pretty high tech and he soon found himself at the rooftop with the rifle aimed at the manhole.

“Come on you bitches come out of hiding so I can put my new toy to use.”

He only sat there, and didn’t even bother to look down, he would hear the manhole open and than he would act, through the time he has gotten his power, he has learned to adapt and control his power and now he doesn’t get as tired so fast anymore.

Ghost sat up on the rooftop and he looked to his metallic arm and didn’t know what to do with this. Was there a purpose for this arm, other than it looking cool? He would figure it out later. For now he would just kick back and chill, he had his sword and his guns and his new guns and he was full of energy. And if he started to get tired, he had a few energy drinks in his bag he stole from a store he ran by.

 

[Morgoth]

"Burn!" he roars, sending the flames forth. A helicopter falls from the sky, burning, where it slams into the ground, detonating, shattering nearby windows. The Crusher roars and throws himself forward, tearing through another one. He lifts up and begins to fly away. "I don't have time for this stupidity. You will be perfected later. As for now, I need time to recuperate. You will not take me in my weakness!" he growled, disappearing into the clouds. He hoped that those copters wouldn't follow him. Though he would relish the slaughter, it was impractical at this time.

 

[PoliteSuccubus]

Faith

"I burned the Wheelwright Home for Girls to the ground. Is that the sort of story you were looking for, Faith?"

Faith watched Kate's face while she wrote in shorthand, she didn't need to watch the symbols flying from her fingers.

"I think it's a part of the story, but probably the whole story." Faith leaned forward a bit. "See, some other reporters might come in here and say..'Yes, that's the story' but they haven't really seen you. Stood with you in an alley full of ash and felt how angry and hurt you were at the same time. Your driven by something, Kate, and that's the real story."

A tap came from the door and a guard was tapping his watch face. "But it seems our time is over. Can I come again next week?"