House of G

Then

It was one of the darkest days in Vine history. The master of manipulation, Final Arrow, set in motion events even he could not have foreseen. Believed that there families and loved ones had been slaughtered by the Vine Villains, and there leader captured, Zero Squad sprang into action. Only to have the vale dropped and the horrifying realization that they THEMselves, had slaughtered there families.

It was this illusion however that brought Gambler into the conflict, and subsequently face to face with Wanda Maximoff. The pair disappeared and Zero Squad was left to there misery.

Now

The world suddenly began to ripple and blur. A beautiful display of lights flashed engulfing everything, and when it was done, the world was changed. Black Coda now controls everything, and Gambler controls Black Coda.

The world has been divided up amongst BC’s members.

Gambler: Everything (North America)

Barguest: Britain

Chameleon: Caribbean

Akira Overdrive: France

Cryo Wolf: Ice made Interrogation Prisons around the world.

Characters WILL remember the way the world use to be, but are powerless to change it. As heroes, and or villains, you seek to topple the rule of Gambler and set the world right. The one man that can do that is Final Arrow, and he’s missing.

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A bright light came from a connor in the room, to had him frozen to the wall his skin burning and bluing under the burning bulbs, Four chains kept him caged like an animal, They had torn into his trousers now the bare metal rubbed against pale whit flesh, his magic’s had been binded , Two weak red eyes echoed some remenace of greatness echoed in his eyes, She had done this to him, knowing what he could do what he had seen, She trapped him like a dog, Only keeping him alive cause she did not know how to kill him!

He snarled as the lights bore down on him, B1tch I will have my revenge, his voice screamed in his head, As the edge of his lips dripped with blood, he closed his eyes, it made it seem less real, The Great Final Arrow, King of the Shadow realm, Now lay no higher then a pest an insufficient rodent forgotten to the world because of a Childs spell, He had lived for many years enduring the tortures of the world and she threw him aside like a toy.

But one thing he had learned to do, Was wait and calculate , plan and scheme, It was what he was good at and perhaps that is what her fear was, Why she had trapped him in such away, Not know where he was or what she had truly done to the world, Did she think that by stripping him of his powers and leaving him to rote he would roll over and Die, Oh no not him, He opened his eyes and welcomed the blinding pain that came with the light, HE WAS FINAL ARROW KING OF THE SHADOW REALM!

Switch, or rather the creature that was once known as Switch, stood on the rooftop of one of the massive skyscrapers that stretched upwards out of the sprawling mass that was New York. Over the past few weeks that citizens of the city had lived in terror of a new threat, a silent beast that struck without warning or mercy, leaving no survivors. The tall Vampire grinned, knowing that right now a police SWAT team was climbing the stairs behind him. He could sense them, their fears, their desires, the warm blood pumping through their veins. He laughed up at the night sky, his face changing into that of an animal. His brow became heavy and wrinkled, giving him a snout like face, his canines lengthened and his teeth became jagged and razor sharp. But most startling of all was his eyes, they became yellow and catlike, they eyes of a predator.

"Down on your stomach, down on your stomach now!"

The police burst through the skylight, weapons trained on the lone figure by the low wall that circumnavigated the edge of the roof. The Vampire laughed throatily, sending chills up the spines of the entire unit.

"New York, New York!"

With a swirl of his jacket the figure jumped up on the edge of the roof and turned to face the men. He spread his arms wide and grinned at them, showing his teeth.

"It's a hell of a town!"

The sergeant opened his mouth to order his men to fire but the Vampire was already gone. Arms still spread wide he leant backwards of the building and plunged away into the night. The police officers pepper potted up to the edge and looked over into the darkness. Teeth looked back at them. One of the men was seized by the throat and hurled bodily into space, he hung for a moment before plunging earthward with a scream. The second officer felt teeth sink into his face and sprang backwards, his nose and one eye coming away with a tearing noise. The Vampire pulled himself up faster than any human could have done and lifted one of the fallen assault rifles.

"Kill him, kill him now!"

Bullets cracked and whined on the rooftop as the eight remaining members of the squad died. To their credit they didnt run or panic. They just kept shooting, changing magazines as if they were on the range as the dark beast tore through them, his weapon burping fire as he snapped ribs and shattered skulls. In less than a minute only one figure stood on the rooftop. The Vampire swayed slightly, his body full of holes, but he was still alive. With faltering steps he left the roof, climbing down the long flight of stairs until he reached the basement. Where the tunnel acces would allow him to make good his escape.

"Maybe its time I moved city?" The Vampire asked himself as he slid through an access grate and slunk away in the darkness of the sewers.

Gambler stood looking out the rear window of what use to be the White House. It was black now along with several other slight variations as requested by the sinister Cajun. A massive protective bubble engulfed the Black House courtesy of Wanda’s immense power. With his hands folded behind his back, his long black cape barely touching the ground, he smiled. The back yard was a collection of horrifying experiments and mutated humans. There moans floated in the air and echoed throughout the area. A constant reminder of the nightmare that had become reality.

Turning around, the dark villain made his way to his laboratory . There chained to a table was the mutated remains of Mantid. Gambler took two silver like spoons and began to scoop out the brain of the fallen hero. Working it around in his hands as he checked for abnormalities.

“Interesting” he growled to himself.

Placing it on an examination table, he then took a surgical scalpel and removed a misshaped portion of tissue. But just as he was about to examine the sample closer he was interrupted.

Sir, sorry to disturb you. But there’s been another attack.

“WHERE!?”

New York Sir.

“Prepare the Coda Guard. Have them meet me down stairs in five minutes. I must have this specimen. Go, NOW!”

"Is he talking?" The words rolled off a cloud of breath and drifted through the glassy halls of the prison. It was one third of the city, aptly named Cryotopia. It was a frozen metropolis, deep in the center of the North Pole. Everything was formed from the very ice that surrounded it. Blizzards plagued the region frequently, making it hard for any to enter, or to escape. In the center of Cryotopia lay the Crystal Spike, an impenatrable prison. It was one of many Interrogation Prisons around the world, but this one being the most widely know. Within its walls lay the rebels that most threatened the Coda's rule.

At the highest point in all of the Crystal Spike, the worst prisoner was kept. He knew of the old ways, and he need to be wiped clean of those memories-at any cost. The prisoner lay in chains, kneeling on the ground. Behind a one way slab of ice, Cryo-Wolf, ruler of Cryotopia and Intelligencier of the Black Coda, stood with the warden of the Crystal Spike. In the subzero temperatures, he still wore blue camouflage cargo shorts. With each word he and the warden spoke, their breath fogged the ice.

"No, sir. He hasn't spoken a word." Unlike most wardens, this warden wasn't human, but a Polar Bear. The Crystal Spike's guards and its warden were ferocious Polar Bears, and were instructed not to think twice about attacking anyone. They were ruthless, vicious, and had no sympathy for those they guarded. Cryo found them more competent than humans, able to withstand the chilling temperatures, and he alone could communicate with them, making them impervious to treachery.

"Hmm..." Cryo spoke, "He will be a tough one to break. Run the machine again." The warden nodded. He flipped a switch, and water began to flow all around the room. The strain it put on waterwheels, turning them faster and faster, tightned the chains that bound the prisoner more and more. It pulled him to the breaking point, and still he would not speak. Cryo began to become fed up with him.

"Open the doors. I'm going in."

"Yes, sir." The Warden opened the doors to the prisoners cell.

A hot hot day it was and had been. Ofcourse where he now lived now it would stay that way. The Savannah as most called it. To Zee it was now a safe place most of the places had been taken over but this who area he lived in wasn't the same as the rest. It was plain no big wars or technology to fight agasint his rule here. Although it wasn't much to rule when you where the only living person their. The whole area was his and he had made it that way. The beings that lived their where sonimals the humans sonimals, animals sonimals. With a simple thought he made it that way.

He would sit in his chair made of diamond he made it himself with the help of the sonimal man he had made they dig the create. It felt like he was living the life. Although he did miss the past but he thought of this was a vacation really. It almost felt like being a god every thing was under his command to the birds of the sky from the lions on the ground sonimals he had under his control. Although he knew this wouldn't last long as the taking over was spreading it went from 1 to 3. It was as if there was no two. Although he could at least in joy the time he had here while it would last.

Zee: These summer days these summer days when will they end. I don't think any time son these summer days are here to stay.

A cold mist lay over the Yorkshire moors, Nina had been thinking alot lately. It had made her reclusive. She remembered how things had been before the change... So much was different now. She sat primly in an antique chair, the mansion was both her prison and her refuge. It was a beautiful building from the 1700s, covered in creeping ivy, rose bushes in the garden. The roses were an unusual shade of royal purple. Alot of BC functions had taken place in the grand ballroom.

One of the heavy oak doors creaked open, a large dark haired man walked in, his feet heavy and loud. The suit he wore was a strong contrast to his animalistic gesture, he'd scratch at his collar, ruffle his hair, rotate his shoulders uncomfortably. He brought her the news paper, as if it were an after thought, he dropped it on the floor.

"Not like that, Ghast." Nina sighed in resignation. The large figure bent down and gingerly took the newspaper back into his hands. He stood up and with a deliberate motion, held the paper up to the desk height. "Thankyou..." She went through the weeks news with much interest, in the background the massive man was fiddling with his tie clumsily.

"MANY OF THE LOCALS CAME UPON THE GROUNDS THIS MORN...I BELIEVE IT IS CALLED...PROTEST?" Ghast informed her, she didn't look up. The demon in human form continued to adjust his neckwear, it was better than a collar certainly, but it felt too tight.

"I SHALL HAVE THE GREENKEEPERS CLEAN UP THE MESS...?" He ventured with an almost apologetic expression.

"Thankyou Ghast," She nodded, and tried not to think about what the demon had done to silence the protestors. It helped not to think about it, Ghast got things done, but his ways were very different from hers. His way, things got done quicker.

Hot, sweet blood burst into the Vampires mouth as he tore out the throat of a young man and dragged him into the shadows. The boys heart slowed almost instantly as he went into shock from the injury. Casting him aside the Vampire looked up at the moon and gasped, his mouth and shirt soaking with blood, both his and the victims. His wounds from the SWAT team healed quickly, not even leaving scar tissue behind. He growled with hunger and set off again, searching for another innocent to drain. A woman, her make up smeared with tears that still made trails down her face ran into the alley and collapsed against a dumpster, sobbing uncontrollably. The Vampire moved in for the kill. He grabbed her from behind and pulled her close, his superior strength allowing him to bear her neck for the killing blow, but something stopped him. This was not right, something was fighting against his instincts.

"Michael, is that you?" the woman said softly, the fear obvious in her voice.

He shook, torn between his animalistic hunger and some deeper feeling. Then the moment passed and he sunk his teeth into the soft white flesh of her neck, letting the crimson elixir flow into his mouth once again. The woman whimpered and then fell still, her face growing pale. Slowly he released her, letting the corpse fall at his feet. Who was he? He was a Vampire yes, but once he had a name. Daniel, that was it. He smiled bloodily and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He would need a new name, an immortal name. Crouching down beside the dead woman he brushed her hair from her face.

"No my pet, not Michael. Aequus."

With a swirl of his ragged clock he was gone. Heading back to his lair to fresh clothes and a soft bed before the sun rose.
Post Edited:2008-02-24 17:39:10

House of G. An Alternate World, But on this Earth...Midnight Lantern was different. He embraced a side of Vampires and now he could spit Acid and fly with giant bat wings.

Chains wrapped around the hands of a man known as Midnight Lantern. He swung back and forth, His Legs dangling and his hands tied together. He in a prison cell some were in Texas. The Sinister Lantern smiled a crooked grin and began "Talking" with the prison guard.

"So, You locked me up in dis' place cause you agree wit' dis Gambler', Eh?" Said Midnight smirking slightly.

"Yes, Gambler is never wrong. You are Tenth Magnitude, Black Coda is the true High Authority" Said the Guard saluting.

"Yeah, Okay then. But do you know why we're called Tenth Magnitude?" Asked Midnight

"No, I do not,” Replied the Guard honestly.

"Cause we kick A$$ and take action" Said Midnight spitting at the Bars.

The Guard jumped back a little, "Ha. Your Spit did not hit me"

"Wasn’t aiming for ya'"

The Bars melted into Acidic Goo on the floor. The Guard ran screaming, Midnight spit up at his Chains, They broke into pieces, the piece's dissolved and Midnight fell to the ground. Shackles still around his Wrists. His clothes ratty, and Red Tattos all over his chest.

"Time to show Gambler who's the true King of Kings"

The cold must've been getting to him by now, but he couldn't tell. All he wore to protect him from the cold were his black jeans, but they were to stiff to move by now. Frost accumulated on his brow, and he could tell by looking at the reflection in the ice beneath him that his lips were as blue as his hair. The chains of tempered steel held him in place in the frozen cell. Each time he breathed, his breath escaped him before him, rubbing in the fact that it was free and he was not. When he first arrived here, they had stripped him of everything he owned. His hoodie, his iPod, his shoes. All of it. They wanted him to feel the full extent of the north, and they were succeeding. He couldn't feel any of his extremidies. Any of them.

Their torture had no effect on him yet, and he thanked Whoever was in Charge for that. He wouldn't talk. He wouldn't forget the way things used to be, no matter how hard they tried to make him. Each day was spent in the same old way. Wake up, a breakfast of stale bread and freezing cold water, torture, a lunch of stale bread and freezing water, torture, and a dinner of stale bread and freezing water. They did their best to break him, and thankfully they hadn't yet. The sound of running water signaled his next round of torture. The water flowed and the chains pulled, threatening to rip his arms from their sockets. His teeth grinded against each other, and he bit his lip to stop himself from screaming in pain. He only need endure it for a few more moments. Just a bit more. Just a bit mo...

As he was fading, the torture finally ended, and he regained some form of no feeling in his arms. He heard the door open, and the last person he wanted to see walked in. He didn't even meet his eyes, but he ifted his chin and punched him across his face.

"Why won't you just forget, Bruce!?" Cryo yelled. "It's not that hard, and it can save you from all this!" Bruce thought Cryo liked to hear himself talk.

"Answer me!" Cryo yelled again, kicking Bruce in his side. When Bruce got out of here, he wanted to get Cryo so bad.

"No..."

"Excuse me!?"

"No." Bruce didn't raise his voice, saving his strength for later.

"Why the hell are you doing this, Bruce!? Don't you know that it can all end when you just forget about how the world was? That way is gone! This is how the world is now. Once you come to terms with that, you don't have to suffer." Bruce wanted to punch Cryo out if it weren't for his arms throbbing.

"Shove it, mutt." Bruce gather what saliva he had and spit it out at Cryo's feet, the spit freezing instantly.

"Then your punishment is henceforth doubled." Cryo leaned in close to Bruce's face. "Shove that, punk." with that, Cryo left the cell and the lights extinguished, leaving Bruce in darkness.

Dorian Gray remembered the former reality he had once been a part of, Comicvine-616. There he had been unchallenged, though he spent most of his time lurking in the shadows. Most considered his ways beyond morals...because they were. Morality was a foreign idea to Gray yet still he had decided to join the Zero Squad, a team fighting for justice in this darkened universe.

However, this reality had been ripped from his grasp and he now found himself in a world where he was an outcast. A world ruled by the one called Gambler, his followers, the Black Coda now held the true power over everything and Gray had damned himself.

His rash choice of allying himself with the heroes would be paid for in full, Gray now "lived" in a cell deep in the cold, uninhabitable bowels of the Earth. The only time he saw light or evidence of other life forms was when the Executioner came to brutally torture Gray.

The Executioner hoped to learn of the location of Gray's painting, as he knew that unless Gray was killed, the stability of this reality could be in danger. Gray knew too much information, and with the power he wielded, he could be a real threat to the Black Coda.

Gray did not fear death, and though he suffered intense pain during his "sessions" he was unafraid of the Executioner and refused to give in. He heard heavy footsteps and knew that his willingness to live was growing thin, if he did not escape soon, all hope could be lost...

Captain Hazard had had a tough life growing up. First it was gaining these abilities that made him stand out. His entire body glew bright with green radiation, and his family were melted at when his powers for appeared. He has now become a fugitive from the world, now that the Black Coda rules everything. He attempted to make his way to South America, but the Coda's forces have been on his trail all the way from Canada.

Hazard was no in Mexico and knew that he would make it soon. He could have made it in hours if he flew, but he would have been spoted flying through the air. He was crouched down by some trees waiting for some Coda Men to walk by. One of them was holding some sort of machine, and they had interesting suits on. He held the box towards Hazard direction and the thing started beeping rapidly.

*"Oh crap, its detecting my radiation!" Hazard though, but before he could do anything he felt something jab into his neck and his body became numb. He dropped on the ground, as the Coda's men started to surround him. He could see everything start to black out, and tried with all his might to keep them open. It was no use and before Captain Hazard knew it, he had passed out.

What seemed like only a few moments later, Hazard awoke with a killer headache. He looked around, but had no idea where he was. He attempted to move his arm, but something was holding it in place. Looking at his arms they were held spread out to his sides and held in some sort of machine. Hazard's legs were also strapped down in a same way.

Suddenly a man walked out, he was wearing one of those suits. He walked up to Hazard and looked up at him, cause Hazard was suspended a couple feet in the air.

"You are a monster, but I'm not going to keep you alive. Just barely cause you body seems to have it uses. Lets see exactly how much power it holds."

The man placed his hand on a level and pulled it down. Hazard could hear the machines around him starting to warm up and then click on. Suddenly he felt like someone was sucking the life out of him and the radiation was ripped from his body. Hazard couldn't help but scream at the top of his lungs from the pain.

The man grinned behind his protective suit, and then left the room.

Gambler crouched down near the cold pale body of a woman. Her blood had been drained, no doubt as a result of the two puncture wounds on her neck.

“Fascinating. Load her up and transport the body back to my laboratory.”

The once vibrant city of New York was a horrifying shadow of its former self. Death and disease where ramped. The cops only priority was that in which Black Coda deemed important. As was the case with tracking down this killer. Gambler had been following the cases, following the trail of bloodless victims and now, now he was closer then ever.

Turning to the lead detective Gambler dismissed the man and his officers,

“I’ll take it from here thank. Release the hounds”

Several large wolf like animals lunged forward, there handlers trying disparately to hang on. They had been genetically altered thanks in part to Cryo Wolf’s DNA. Holding up his hand, before dropping it, the Hounds where released. After a quick sniff on the latest crime scene they ran off into the darkness of the night, Gambler right on there heels.

Dormath woke up in another worn down motel after a restless night. Since that day when Dormath had melted the face of his love he had not been the same. He could not bare to look her in the face again for he had become a monster. The monster that took it all away form her. He could not sleep for his dreams where filled of visions of the torture of his loved ones. Dormath was a man apart now living in the Caribbean taking lives to feed himself, regardless of the consequential existence of life.

As he got up for his bed he saw another of his victim's, a women in the prime of life drained of her life's energies, laying lifeless on the bed with her left arm dangling off the side. Dormath had met her at a club the night before, with his quick wit and intimidating physic the mark was no challenge to the fallen hero, women where alwas turned on by the dark side of a man. Dormath took her home and gave her a night she would not forget both giving her pleasure, then taking away all her pain in a life stealing embrace. Dormath did not wish to take her life but it was all that made him feel alive anymore. To go form the top of the hero chain to the dregs of society was a crash Dormath was unprepared for and his adopted communality was paying for it.

Aequus woke suddenly, his senses screaming at him. Something was scratching at the grated entrance to his lair. The Vampire had moved away from the sunlight, establishing his home underneath the foundations of a large office building. The only access was through the sewers and a small grated doorway that lead in from the street. He swung himself out of his bed and padded across the carpeted floor towards a cabinet. From within he pulled a broadsword and several knives, secreting the smaller blades about his person he strode across the room, grabbing up a shirt from a chair and pushing his arms through the sleeves.

"Please be a lost Girl Scout." he muttered to himself.

He tramped up the stairs, his bare feet slapping on the concrete steps until he reached the metal doorway. Peering through the holes in the fixture he couldn't see anything. But his sense of smell told him that something had been here, like a dog or a wolf. Aequus swung the door open and stepped out into the darkness, his eyes searching for any sign of movement. Three massive, wolf like creatures burst from the undergrowth to his front, covering the distance between them and the door in a split second. The first jumper at his throat, slavering and wild. Only Aequus' Vampire reflexes saved him as he moved faster than a human eye could register, plunging his sword into the wolfs chest and sidestepping, letting it crumple past him and using its weight to pull his blade clear.

"Down boy."

The second wolf smacked into him, barreling the Vampire to the ground. Aequus kept the creature moving, kicking it over his head and down the long flight of stairs to his lair. Flipping to his feet he pulled a knife from his belt and dived to meet the last beast head on. His face changed into its true form as he allowed a wave of animalistic aggression to wash over him. The wolf sunk its teeth into his forearm while he stabbed at its throat, freeing its life from its body in a sudden rush of crimson. The creature whimpered and let go of his arm, collapsing to the ground. The final hound came up the stair like a freight train, two hundred pound of pissed off muscle and teeth. Aequus smashed it to the ground with both of his fists at once. Moments later he was alone, the wolf lying at his feet with a broken neck.

He stood panting, his bloody jeans and open shirt flapping in the wind. After a few moments his face reverted to that of a human, his feral side disappearing for the moment. Cautiously he peered into the darkness, looking for more of the animals.

Post Edited:2008-02-24 18:26:34

Alex walked through a snowy city in Russia, a mischievous smile showed on her face.

"They're close.."

She stopped in her tracks to look around. This land that was once barren and poor, was now filled with wealth and power. The buildings were as tall as the sky, and the grass was greener than ever. Alex continued walking through the city. Another scene then crossed her eye, old hags dressed in rags, small children covered in dirt, and a dark sky. As Alex walked through this part of the city the women and children slowly moved into their tents, as the men stood in a line, barricading her from the rest of the land. She stared into their eyes, and saw nothing but fear.

"Oh look, the brave men are out to play.."

Alex pulled her right glove off, then threw a ball of fire at a tent occupied by one of the remaining families. The men's eyes all shot straight toward the burning tent. The screams of the little children filled the air.

"Are you gonna let me through...or am I going to have to force myself through?"

The men all stayed quiet, and held up their guns. Alexandria began to laugh at their stupid feeling of hope.

"So be it."

Alex closed her eyes, and began to transform. Her hands turned large and scaly, and wings penetrated through her skin. Her body became even thinner, and her eyes glowed red.

"You've awakened the beast...good for you."

Alex ran toward the barricade, and grabbed one of the men. She squeezed his torso until blood rushed out of his body and onto her hands. Throwing him down she picked up another of the men. She stared into his eyes making him grow older every second. The man aged until he turned to dust and blew away with the wind. Speeding faster than a thought, she finished the rest of them off. The women and children stuch their heads outside of their heads to see what had happened. Alexandria turned her head toward them causing them to move back into their tents.

"Okay...now time for the main event!"

Alex changed back into her human form, and then transformed into one of the villagers. She walked into the largest and most decorative tent.

"Shaman....I need your help.."

"What is it child"

"I need you to close, cos this will all be over in a second"

Alex pulled an athame from a puch on her hip, walking closer to the shaman she stabbed him in the heart.

"There's nothing better than achieving your goals.."

Alex began to walk off then disappeared in a cloud of dust.

RING RING RING

Sounds the alarm! RL turns over and hits it to turn it off. He wakes up to the smell of eggs and bacon and the sun shined into his bedroom. RL looks around as everything is different nothing was as he left it. The last thing he remembered was a terrible battle with the VV that devastated all of the Zero Squad.

"Daddy, daddy is awake" scream two beautiful twin girls as they run onto the bed and embrace RL. "Daddy when you get home can from work can play chess again" say one of the girls "no he is playing video games with me" say the other. RL was confused but the girls showed some much warmth he just smiled and hugged both of the girls.

"Alright girls time for school, leave daddy be so he can get ready for work" say a beautiful women in a British accent. As the girls run off the woman say to RL "I'm picking up Uncle Frank at 1100 from the airport, well hurry up luv, you don't want to be late today is a big day"

"Big day" RL says with a bewildered look on his face. Uncle Frank, uncle Frank is dead He thinks, nothing made sense to him but he was in a world that he had always dreamed of. His wife replys "Yes silly, did you forget already, you got assigned to...." she stops as she notices the TV and says "Queen Barguest is so beautiful isn't she why do people protest her reign, oh well breakfast is on the table"

Barguest, Queen, What the F@#k is going on here RL thought as he got up and began to get dressed.

1 hour later

RL takes to the skies over the beautiful city of London. He saw trucks that were labeled Coda Guard. This isn't right he thought as he flew down to the ground to take a better look at the truck to try and make out what was going on in the world! He walked to a newsstand looks at a newspaper that showed a picture of Gambler standing in front of what used to be the white house and the headline read THE WORLD IS MINE. RL dropped the newspaper. He was shocked, Gambler had a sinister look on his face one that he has not seen from him in a long time and at that moment he knew that his former teammate had strayed from the right path.

The Renegade flew back to his house to see his family as they were leaving. A loving wife, 2 beautiful daughters everything he had ever wanted. Looking at them brought a smile his face. Was this my gift or my curse RL thought I know that this isn't the way it's supposed to be. As the car that his family was in drove off RL looked and became angered . "I need answers" he says aloud and begins to fly off in top speed. Destination, The Black House.
Post Edited:2008-02-25 09:40:15

The machines had been pulling the energy out of Hazard's body for hours now. He didn't know how long he would beable to take it. His bright glowing green skin slowly started to fade until his skin was normal again. The man in the protective suit walked back in and turned off the machine. He then walked infront of Hazard who's head was just hanging there lifeless. He was breathing heavy, and sweat was dropping off his hair and the tip of his nose as he stared at the ground.

The man smiled behind his mask and said, "That was enough energy to keep us charged for weeks....look at me when I'm talking to you monster." Hazard's head remained looking at the ground. The man punched him in the face and blood started dripping from his lip. The man then grabbed Hazard by his neck and raised his head so he was looking him in the eyes. "You disgust me. But I will give you a few hours to gain your strength again." The man released Hazard's neck and turned around and left the room.

Hazard felt his eyes getting heavy as he passed out. Hazard woke in a sudden scream of pain as the mahcines were turned back on. He looked around and saw his skin was glowing green again and the man was back by the switch. "Wakie wakie." The man said as he watch Hazard screaming hoplessly for death. "You been sleeping for three hours, this isn't a daycare." The man said as he walked back out.

From the darkness Gambler’s red eyes suddenly glowed. His long black cloak wrapped around his entire body as he stepped from the shadows. Glancing down at the dead or dying bodies of his genetically altered Hounds he smiled,

“Fascinating. Some of my best, and you took them down with relative ease. You truly are a unique specimen aren’t you.”

A million questions floated around in the head of the sinister Cajun. But first, introductions needed to be made,

“How rude of me, allow me to introduce myself. I am Gambler, this world and everything in it belongs to me.”

Slowly, Gambler began to circle the creature he had been tracking. Studying his posture and physical makeup.

“This is the part where I tell you that you have a choice. But that after all, would be a lie. You have no choice, your life no belongs to me. There is no use in trying to escape, my guards are in the sewer lines, guarding every possible exit, every possible escape route. You are more valuable to me alive rather then dead, but either way, your coming with me.”

Gambler stepped back and smiled. The assassin in him wanted the creature to attack, but the scientist in him wanted complete cooperation. There was less chance of damaging the pressure specimen.

“Tis your move……Vampire.”

Aequus blinked, surprised at the lack of fear that the mortal showed, both in his actions and his scent. The Vampire stood perfectly still as the mutant circled him, talking more to itself than to him. While this was happening he took in every detail around him, analyzing his opponent for any sign of weakness. To his surprise he found none, or at least none that he could detect through cursory observation alone, other than a mortals fragility.

"Tis your move...Vampire."

It was no shock to Aequus that the mutant knew what he was, he hadn't made a secret of it during his fight with the hounds. He suddenly realised that the creature had stopped talking. With a start he snapped back to the present and stared at the mutant facing him.

"Gambler you say?"

The name rung a bell, something deep inside him recognised it. Memories tugged at the edge of his consciousness, straining to be let loose. Turning on his heel the Vampire walked back towards the door to his lair.

"You can have the world, but you cant have me."
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It had been a long time since someone showed there back to Gambler. The sign of disrespect wiped the smirk from the face of the enraged leader. Although angered by the move Gambler found himself even more impressed with the specimen. He had to find out how it worked, how it evolved, healed, and, how it fought.

“So be it.”

Flinging his cloak off and letting it fall to the ground, he attacked. Using his superhuman quickness, he attempted to kick in the back of the Vampire’s knee. Before spinning around in front of it putting himself between the door and the creature.

Post Edited:2008-02-25 13:37:58

Aequus smiled as he heard the mutant named Gambler speak. He caught the sound of a cloak being thrown clear and footsteps dashing towards him. A sudden stab of pain erupted from his leg as the mutant kicked the back of his knee, causing him to fall forwards awkwardly. However the Vampire used the blow to his advantage, converting the fall into a roll that brought him to his fallen broadsword. Sweeping the weapon up he turned to see that Gambler had got between him and the door to his lair. Standing slowly Aequus faced his enemy.

"You have the world Gambler, is that not enough? Must you act like a spoiled brat while you try and gather up everything in it. There is too much, even you cannot possess it all."

Aeguus lunged forwards, his sword held back ready to strike. Gamblers use of his speed so early in the battle was a mistake, it had allowed Aequus to get the measure of his foe. Now he used his own Vampiric speed and reflexes to counter Gamblers. In a split second he covered the distance between the two of them and feinted left with the blade, before contact was made he reversed the swing, thrusting it towards Gamblers stomach.

Post Edited:2008-02-25 17:45:24

The underground base was filled with hi-tech surveillance systems, computer monitors, consoles, and state of thee art electronics and system operations. Located in an abandoned underground military base, the New Age Outlawz used gorilla tactics and stealth in hopes of toppling the House of G. Wild Card strolled down the long hall way, her white hooded cloak flowing behind her. Reports had come in that the beast himself had left the sanctity of his lair.

“Statues report?”

Are agent puts him in New York City. Satellite imagery taken 5 minutes ago have him underground in the sewer system. Along with a full brigade of Black Coda Guards.

“The sewers?” asked a stunned Wild Card.

“Something’s going down in New York, and its going down now. Call all available NAO members and have them meet me at Gambler’s last known position. We cant let this opportunity slip away.”

Right away Wild Card

Quickly she ran down the hall to a door guarded by two armed men. As she approached they stepped aside. With a slight nod to both, she entered. Exhaust and coolant systems went off as the room turned infa-red. There in the center of the was a man, a Cyborg. His arms where extended above his head and to the side, as where his legs. Each one encased in pure Vibranium restraints locking him in place.

To the right of the door was a control panel, the man stationed there’s name was Forever. A scientific researcher and superhumanly intelligent.

Welcome Wild Card. Destination?

“New York, the coordinates should already by downloaded.”

Very well

With a couple strokes of his keyboard the thunderous roar of a generator kicked on before the Cyborg screamed out in pain. Stepping in front of the man the cloaked woman hung her head low before saying,

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry………Buckshot”

Electricity shot forth, circling Wild Card. A beautiful display of blue and purple lights swirled around before engulfing her. And like that, she was gone.

Nina woke up in a fever, she had collapsed again. Wanda had good intentions in mind when separating Nina from her demons, but for some reason the woman wasn't coping well with it. She would sleepwalk at night, climb onto the balcony and cry out for her lost voices. Many a time her personal assistants had come to carefully coax her back down to safety. She was going crazy, crazy beacause she no longer heard voices. Was she dreaming? Was she awake? It was so hard to tell now, she looked up at the hallway ceiling and felt a pang in her leg. Thunk, thunk, thunk Went the grandfather clock at the end of the lobby. It was getting to the point where she just couldn't trust herself to stand up anymore, and that wasn't all. Her paranoia was slowly eating away at her, she didn't trust her two guards. Ghast would overcompensate his gentleness to reassure her, but it wasn't enough. She was no longer the door to the physical real, the anchor. They were no longer obligated to protect her, and without them; what was she now? Human. "You have fallen again, child," A tall silvery woman stood over her, a look of compassion in her icy eyes. They were such a light blue that they were almost white, her pupils like pin pricks. "Just leave me..." Nina attempted to outstare her, she blinked. "I cannot. I shall take you to your bed..."

Wisp in human form knelt down, she wrapped her arms around Nina and attempted to carry her. Nina wasn't willing, however, and made sure the demon knew that. She dug her nails into Wisp's bicep, the creature didn't flinch. "I can't be left with you two anymore! I want Jean Luc!" She attemped to push her away with what little strength she had, Wisp was unmoved. A wave of fever came over her again and she faltered, then she fell limp in the demon's arms. "Hush child, we mean no harm to you...I swear." She carried her to her room with ease, and carefully lay her down. She dialled the doctor carefully and waited by her bedside. Wisp reflected on the recent events, Nina had become more and more disturbed each day. Ghast was using the British Isles as his playground, tormenting people at his whim. Crossing the country in a reign of terror like spring heeled jack, but only when he wasn't guarding Nina or assisting Gambler. She looked down at the prone woman on the bed, both wolf spirits depended on her still. She didn't realise, but in this strange plane, she was all they had... she was family to them. She had no need to worry, they would protect her to the very end.
Post Edited:2008-02-25 14:40:52

Alex walked into a large house slamming the door behind her. She walked up a set of winding stairs until she was face-to-face with another door, which lead to her room. She entered her room, and immediately ran to her computer, and began typing.

Dear Blog: Today I completed mt domination of Russia (and yes that includes Siberia)the rest of the BC will be so proud of me, I mean, taking over Russia isn't as easy as it seems. You've got the military, the government, the spies, but then again they had nothing on me. I'm not sure what my next move will be, but I garuntee it'll be something spectacular!......but other than the whole take over the world thing, I met this really cute guy, while I was taking over the world, I had to kill him though, he was an opposed force. BTW....a new line of lipgloss is out, and I have to have it! XOXO

Alexandria walked away from, her computer and sighed.

"What do I do now?"

Alex bounced ideas back and forth in her mind, but she was stuck. She had already taken over Russia, and didn't no where to go from there. But then an idea popped up in her head.

"I know where I'll go!"

Alexandria created a stepping disc and began to sink in the puddle of light

"To the land of the free!"

Post Edited:2008-02-25 20:01:53

Constantine swapped from house to house jumping in and out of windows, teleporting within seconds at a time. The SWAT wasn't very far behind, all sorts of creatures they had on there teams nowadays, and nick fury's team was out there behind him somewhere aswell, and of course, a man in Constantine's own agenda, Joshua Weasley, NF's team leader and a man on the list of Scotts personal vendetta, they used to be friends, in their magic school but not anymore.

their pasts have been changed, Constantine a member and assassin for Vine Villains and Josh, team leader of Nick Fury's special ops team. Although pats changed feelings between one another still strived strong. but back to the chase, bullets whizzed past Cons head he teleported out a sky scrapper into another, he span a corner s bullets shot into an innocent man, oooh he loved the smell of spilled innocent blood.

Con really didn't remember how he got into this mess, once again. Oh that was right...the hotel massacre he left behind, now that was an evil sight, brutal murders, he looked at his hands, they were smothered in innocent or not so innocent blood. he didn't care but carried on running, until...

THUD

he seemed to have ran into a big wall, which actually turned out to be a huge mutant, he looked alot like the blob, except with more muscle, a smile flickered across his face.

"alright big fella? i got a joke for ya, i think ya might like this one....Ok there is a man in a pub talking to his friends he says, 'so i took the missus out last night........' and his friends say 'any good?' the man replies 'yeah, with one Fuck'in punch', quite ood eh?...now it ain't gonna be the same with you is it?"

Con duplicated himself and they all ran, the man, or giant seemed to take him on easily, then a huge fist was brought into Cons face braking, well pretty much everything, he smashed a table and flew into the brick wall, before cludding to the ground, Con laughed and said "with one fuck'in punch" before slipping into an uneasy sleep....

What in the hell is wrong with this place RL thought as he passed over what used to be Liberty Island in New York. He looked down at the state of Liberty but it was not the one that he was used to. There, stood an enormous sculpture of Gambler holding an ace of spades! RL looked at the sculpture and thought to himself How the hell did this happen, one day we are fighting the VV which ended being our own family and now I have a family and Gambler runs the world

RL looks at the statue and begins to charge his hand with Green energy. Suddenly a boat from around the harbor starts shooting electrical charges at RL. To avoid conflict RL begins to fly away from there into the city through the buildings. He went a flew blocks and turned to see if they were following him and saw two air cruisers coming at him. As he turned to face forward a flash exploded right in front of his face. RL lost all concentration and fell onto the building that the shot came from.

He fell about 20 ft onto the roof of a building. RL was still blinded but was beginning to regain some of his vision. He say two figure but could only make out one of them. "Michael....uh Last Arrow is that really you" he say to one figure "what the hell is going on here" As he stood up his vision was restored he turned to Last Arrow before he could speak and said "WAIT, I was being followed, OVER THERE LOOK OUT"

The darkness embraced Bruce in the most uncanny of ways. Even when most people shyed away from it, Bruce was forced to stand it, and in so he found his greatest comfort. The darkness kept him from seeing the chains that bound him. The darkness kept him from seeing the frost-covered walls that surrounded him. The darkness gave him sight beyond sight.

They thought they had placed him in a confined area, where his powers were of no possible use. Uknowingly, they had placed him in one of the best places Bruce could ask for. Cryo, drunk with his power, must have forgotten about all of his powers. Bruce thanked Cryo silently for forgetting. The cold no longer got to Bruce, but he knew his hands were free. He flexed them once, getting used to the feeling again. In opposite directions, Bruce splayed his fingers, erecting them outwards. Tiny vibrations, too small or most to see, and a sound to small for anyone to hear, emitted from his hands, covering the room. The ice echoed every sound made. Cryo was making it too easy. Bruce forgot about his sight, letting the darkness guide him. He opened his ears, and the world around him shone through in the darkness.

The dripping of water left over from the machine was now a dark barking in his ear. Bruce heard the footsteps of the guard walking by the glass, his claws scraping against the ice. Bruce went so far as to see the whole Crystal Spike-the inmates snoring in their sleep, the guards positioned at every door, even the wind blowing against the ice, forcing the eeriest whistle you could possibly imagine. Bruce quickly stopped, the sounds growing louder. He remembered every bit of information he learned, and now was the time to put it to the test.

Bruce once more spread out his hands, and grabbed onto the chains holding him, sending the vibrations out again. The chains had gained some slack, and now he used it to his advantage. He shook the chains, and he confined the soundwaves to travel just along the chains themselves. Bruce controlled every bit of sound in his cell, and the only sound other would hear was the dripping of water. The rattle slithered up the chains until it reached the spots in the ice wall that held it. The sound didn't echo through the ice, and was forced to remain in that one area. The overload of sound shattered the ice like it was glass, and the chains fell to the floor, noiseless. Step 1-Complete, Bruce thought in his head.

The next part would be tricky. Bruce hadn't tinkered with it in full, so he wondered whether it would work at all. He prepared to block out all sound, just in case it was that bad. Bruce breathed in a raspy breath-and began to sing. "Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer, had a very Shiny Nose. And if you ever saw it, you would even saw it glows." He sang out of tune, out of words, and out of breath. As he did, he gathered the chains up before him, and feeling along them, chose an appropriate length. Now, he only had to wait for the song to take its effect.

There. He felt it. He felt his body temperature lowering. He felt it. The christmas song, though sung badly, still took the tiniest bit of effect, exactly what Bruce needed. The chains were already frozen cold, but what Bruce truly needed was to control that cold. Concentrating, he emitted the slightest bit of cold from his hands to the chains, adding to the cold and pushing it forward. The chains snapped under his grip, frozen to the breaking point. Before he stopped singing, he withdrew the cold from the bit of chains still attached to him. Standing, he whipped the chains around in fury, moving in fluidic motions and demonstrating a work of art that the darkness would never allowed anyone else to see. "Waste not..." Bruce said, still out of breath both from underuse and from singing. Now he had weapons. He had the will. He had the power. He only needed more of it.

Lowering the sound around the ice around him, he prepared to jump. He hadn't used his agility in a while, and he hoped his legs weren't too cramped to do so. Desperation lent him strength, and he catapulted himself forward and through the ice. The shards to the ice fell to the floor without a sound, and Bruce ran through the dark halls of the Crystal Spike. The darkness guided his movements. He was no longer held down by sight, but was freed from it. He followed the sound and his memory through the frozen hallways, the chains flying behind him.

Bruce heard a guard coming around the corner, and silenced his movements. With his agile grace, he jumped up and landed on the far wall, then jumped off, soaring above the unsuspecting guard. In two fluid thrust of his arms, Bruce flung the chains out, and felt them wrap around the polar bear's neck. He used the chains to pull him in close, tackling the bear to the ground. He pinned the beast to the ground, tightening the chains more and more, until no sounds uttered from the bear's lips. Brue unwrapped the chains and once again fled.

Bruce flew into a lit room, his friend fleeing him in the light. He squinted slightly, then viewed the boxes and boxes of personal belongings. He quickly found his, throwing on his clothes and grabbing his iPod and guns. The first thing he did was turn to Shakira, and felt the sweet sound of music once more. The Latin beats heated his blood-literally. Heat, now a foreign concept, surged through Bruce's body, warming him to his hearts delight. He focus the head on the chains, and they melted off of him, immediately freezing upon touching the ice. He tucked his guns into his jeans, fixed his sneakers, and turned to Low by Flo-Rida feat. T-Pain. Bruce balled his fists as he felt his skin harden. Bruce turned to the dark hallway, and saw the window. He ran, ran with all his might, and punched through the window, flying out into the darkness of the far north.

The wind brustled his hair as he fell blindly through sno, ind, and his friend, darkness. He moved his fall, gliding to the Crystal Spike. He dug his hand the ice and slid down, his hands unscatched by the ice. As he fell, he began to think. He hadn't exerted much effort at all. hy did they underestimate him? Why did Cryo underestimate him? Then a thought occured to him, both frightening and wonderful. Did Cryo order them to do it on purpose?

Bruce whisked away the thought as he neared the heights of Cryotopia. He switched his song to Ain't Nothing Wrong With It by Robert Randolph and the Family band. His skin softened back to normal, and he catapulted his arm out, stretching it to unthinkable lengths. He grabbed onto an icy outcropping and swung into the streets of the city.

The speed and grace in which the Vampire moved caught Gambler by surprise. The flawless technique of feinting left before reversing the swing right was instantly copied and stored away in the Cajun’s vault of mimicked moves. But not before being nearly gutted in the process.

Stumbling backwards, he feel to one knee. Blood was flowing over his hand as he held his midsection. It wasn’t fatal, but it was effective. Without showing any sign of weakness or pain, Gambler flashed his arm forward, opening his hand and extending his figures in an attempt to use his Telekinesis and force the Vampire off his feet.

At the same instances, he raised his other hand sending a blast of Kinetic energy sailing up into the concrete ceiling above thee illusive creatures.

Wanda, I need help. Gather more men and come to New York. Follow my thoughts said Gambler, sending a telepathic message to his scarlet colored avenger.

Aeduus grinned savagely as his blade came away crimson. The sickly sweet smell of blood was instantly identifiable amid the myriad of stenches that permeated the city. The Vampire had little time to enjoy his victory as the resourceful Gambler reacted to his attack. A sudden impact smashed Aeduus backwards, breaking his nose and dropping him onto his back. Before he could right himself the mutant sent a blast of kinetic energy into the ceiling, blowing several large chunks free. Fear flashed across the Vampires face as the blocks plummeted towards him. With a crash that shook the building the lumps of concrete landed on Aeduus, burying him. A cloud of dust billowed upwards, looking for all the world like a miniature mushroom cloud.

For a few seconds nothing moved. Then the smallest of the chunks exploded upwards, spinning away to crash into the floor several feet away. From the gap it had left in the pile Aeduus rose like a dark shadow, a wraith rising from his tomb of stone. The Vampire had taken on his bestial appearance to escape, his razor sharp teeth catching the light and a vicious glint in his eyes. Blood oozed from a cut to his forehead, matting in his hair and trickling down one side of his face. His shirt was a bloody mess, ragged and torn. With a grunt the Vampire pulled the iron girder from his collarbone, the rusty metal grating on bone. The wounds were not fatal but would slow him down, possibly giving the crafty mutant an edge. Other than that he was covered with small scrapes and was grey from the dust.

"A pity, I liked that shirt."

Aeduus had lost his sword under the several tonnes of concrete that had come crashing down on him and now stood unarmed. With a feral roar he clambered over the pile of rubble, pulling a dagger from the back of his jeans and throwing it Gambler. While the mutant was dealing with that he moved in for the kill, striking twice for the face before spinning to try and deliver a roundhouse kick to Gamblers temple. The Vampire was not as fast as before and the strain caused by his injuries was clearly showing on his face.

"S-sir?"

Cryo's eyes flickered open. He was having the best sleep he could possibly get, just when a guard from the Crystal Spike woke him. He growled and opened his eyes. Sitting up fully, he stretched and turned to sit on the edge of his bed. Cryo yawned widely, showing his sharp teeth. Subtly, he scratched behind his ear, secretly causing his foot to thump on the floor of his room.

The polar bear stepped back a bit, not wanting to unleash Cryo's bad side. "Sir, we have a problem."

Cryo rolled his eyes and got up, moving to his bathroom. Cryo's shower was turned on, a shower of cold arctic water, but he didn't mind. "What is it?" He said sighing.

"We had an escape, sir."

"WHAT!?" The polar bear cringed and the growling roar of Cryo. Quickly, Cryo stopped showering and stepped out, wrapping his towel around himself and shaking out the water. He waked out to the Polar Bear. "Who was it?" He asked, his eyes glaring into the bear's.

"Well, sir, let me start off to say that not many liabilities were-"

"I said, Who was it?" Cryo hadn't a second thought of ripping the bear to shreds right now, but first he needed to make sure the fear gnawing at the back of his mind wouldn't be fed.

The bear lowered his head. "Bruce, sir." Dinner time. Cryo was hoping it wouldn't be this soon. He knew Bruce would break out, but Cryo wanted it to be after he forgot. Once Bruce forgot the old ways, he was hoping to let him escape and live a normal life. But that was all down the drain. "Signs show he may be somewhere in the city by now."

Cryo closed his door and quickly got dressed, emerging fully dressed in his normal attire. "I'll take care of this. Just make sure you get his cell and the Crystal Spike back to normal again. With that, Cryo flew out of his window, leaping through the city in search of Bruce.

Overconfidence and arrogance had taken hold. Gambler’s trademark smirk ran the length of his face as he moved towards the pile, gathering himself for one of his witty taunts. Suddenly the pile shook as one of the concrete slabs was tossed aside. The Vampire pulled itself from its man made tomb, his demeanor and appearance had both changed, more primal, more savage. The durability of the beast was impressive, as was its determination not to be captured. On the outside both men where the worse for wear, yet on the inside neither one had faltered.

Springing from the rubble the creature attack. Although he had slowed due to his injuries, the Vampire still moved with lighting fast reflexes, sending a dagger slicing through the air. With breathtaking reflexes of his own the Cajun spun to his right, but the blade had disappeared. It looked as if Gambler had been struck by the lethal weapon.

With no hesitation the Vampire moved in delivering to vicious attacks upon Gambler’s face. Tearing large chunks of flesh away with its razor sharp nails. Blood splattered across the walls as Gambler fell to his knees, slumping over. At the last possible moment he raised his hand to his temple, the missing dagger firmly pointed outwards, as the creatures roundhouse closed in.

Pain lanced through Aeduus's foot as Gambler used his own weapon against him. The Vampire roared in pain and span away from the kneeling mutant. Rage and agony mixing in equal measure the beast tugged the weapon clear, releasing a gush of dark, almost black blood. He was feeling weak as blood loss set in, his already pale features bleaching almost white as crimson liquid oozed from his injuries. Desperatly trying to buy time the Vampire spoke.

"I could make you stronger. I could make you live forever. I could make the world a simple place for you. Kill or be killed, the way of the jungle, survival of the fittest."

While he had been talking the Vampire had been moving closer, using his silken words to mask his approach. With a savage lunge the wounded creature dived for Gambler, his hands reaching out to grab him, his fangs searching for flesh to rend, to tear, to release the gush of life that he could drink from. Sirens could be heard in the distance as special forces units rushed towards the location, heading for their leader.

He woke up.

Sparda pushed himself off of his bed. The last thing that he remembered was the siege on the VV's headquarters. A terrible night, that had been.

Sparda was still dressed in his normal attire from that night, his pistols and sword off to the side in the room. Oddly, something didn't look quite right. He couldn't quite put his finger on it.

His phone ringed from the other room in his shop. Quickly, he stepped out into the main room, and went to the desk. The main room looked the same-must've just been his imagination. He picked up the phone and put it to his ear.

"Sparda here-you got a job for me?", he said into it nonchalantly.

A pause.

"Yeah, can I have a pepperoni, ham cross?, the voice said on the other end.

"The hell you talking about? Don't phone here again, moron, or else I'll rip out your tongue", Sparda barked into the receiver before slamming it. Irritated, he went back into his room and grabbed his sword and pistols. Prank calls always made him mad.

He walked across the room, and exited his shop. Walking out into the street, he saw his motorcycle parked in the same spot across the street. Still, something didn't feel quite right. Eh, no matter.

He boarded his cycle, and slid his sword into the secret compartment. He looked back at his shop. His face was replaced with casual look to sheer horror.

Instead of the usual sign, it was replaced with neon lights that said

Sparda's Pizza Joint

His face then went from horror to anger.

Think, think back, he ordered himself, going through his memory. The battle, fighting, Arrow-didn't someone tell him something important? What was it?

Then he remembered the report.

Gambler's gone missing....

He instantly knew who's fault this was.

"GAMBLLLEEERRR!!!!", he screamed into the air.

Only one thing to do, he realized-meet up with Renegade Lantern and the rest of the squad, find Gambler, and kill that SOB.

If Renegade was even still alive........

Gunning it, Sparda pulled the motorcycle out and screeched away, into the city of New York.

Even with the crafty defensive maneuver the force generated from the roundhouse sent Gambler sliding across the floor. A blood trail was left streaked across the cold concrete floor. Using the momentum, Gambler rolled himself back up to his feet. The battle was taking its tole, he had already lost a lot of blood, and the wounds on his face where making it hard to see.

Lulled into a false sense of security, Gambler dropped his guard as the Vampire inched closer. The promise of eternal life was a gift that even Wanda could not grant.

I could make you stronger. I could make you live forever. I could make the world a simple place for you. Kill or be killed, the way of the jungle, survival of the fittest.

Gambler listened intently. Mesmerized by the prospect of even more power. His greed had allowed the creature to move within striking distance, and strike it did. Lunging forward the Vampire grabbed the surprised villain by the collar, the force taking both of them to the floor and end over end. Teeth and blood was all Gambler saw as he frantically tried to fight off the beast. Its strength was amazing as was it savageness.

Pieces of Gambler’s forearms where being ripped off as the brutal attack continued. The world started to fade and go black, Gambler thought about how easy it would be to just let go and slip into the darkness.

Suddenly the sounds of machine gun fire and bullet casings hitting the floor snapped Gambler back.

Careful you idiots you’ll hit Gambler!

It was Wanda. She had found her leader and along with several Black Coda Elite Guards, attempted to ward off the creature.

Post Edited:2008-02-25 20:17:38

The disc of light opened in a city filled of anguish and despair.

"New York, New York"

Alex sighed, brushed her hair behind her ears, and pulled a PDA from her pocket. A virtual keyboard appeared on screen.

Dear Blog: I have now arrived in NYC, it smells bad and the air is stale. But there is a little boutique over here on the corner that looks promising. I always thought NYC would be more glamorous than this..I mean come on Sex & the City is centered here!...it looks more like New Jersey, maybe if I keep walking I'll come up on something nice!! So anyways I'm here cos Gambler (the leader if the BC I wrote about last week) is here. I wonder what he thinks about Russia....Hmmm, it'll be good to be back with the Black Coda, a girl can only be by herself for so long...but I don;t know where to go, was never to good with maps, I guess that means I'll have to use magic........When I get back home I suppose I'll take a nice hot bath, it'll be nice..yeah, it'll be nice...Oooh, with bubbles, I love bubbles....that's it for now XOXO

Alexandria continued walking through New York, and pulled out a tape recorder.

Lexi's Log: I love to hear the sound of my voice, it soothes me like a little fairy sprinkling fairy dust everywhere, You know....Ooh, I just got a craving for french fries, I wonder where I can get some french fries...You know who loves french fries...Jessica Biel, I wish I could be Jessica Biel....it's funny if you think about it, 3 celebrities with the same first name...Jessica Biel, Jessica Simpson, and Jessica Alba, they are very pretty..anyway that's enough for now XOXO..MUAH!!

Alex put away her tape recorder, pulled out her cell phone, then began typing a message.

Gambler, where r u?

Now returning from a trip to Korriban, Spencer Erikson, ( Now with the title Darth Malificus.) Was shocked to find the world deep in astray, The Hell Fire club to which he belonged had disbanded, Gambler had token over the world with a new group. Now alone, Spencer Decided to reclaim his first true home. Norway.

Using the power of the golden globe, he was able to bring a Indictor class starship known as Leviathan, from a dimension only two people of the vine had returned from, himself, and Akira. An old comrade of his from the old hell fire days. After arriving in a remote location in Antarctica, his first goal was to escape the area unnoticed...

Turning on the engines of the old flagship, Spencer singled manned the ship with the force, his plan was to head south and cut through the arctic near Greenland and appear on the Atlantic coast of his homeland.

Aequus screamed with pain and rage as bullets tore into his back. Bleeding heavily he rolled off the fallen villain. despite his Vampiric abilities the punishment he had sustained had taken its toll and he was unable to flee. The Black Coda soldiers closed in around their leader, pumping round after round into the vampire until he collapsed to his knees, his arms hanging by his sides. Moving slowly like a well oiled machine they stepped past their leader, forming a wall of flesh and steel between him and the beast.

"Stay down! Stay down!"

Aequus looked up with an effort, blood flowing profusely from his mouth and his torn torso. The blood he had drank from Gambler along with the hunks he had ripped from the leader sustained him, not letting him slip into the cold embrace of death. The older wounds had almost healed but the fresh bullet holes in his body were preventing him from moving.

"Have you ever seen the end of Butch Cassidy and the Sundance kid?"

The Vampire grinned wolfishly, his canines visibly lengthening and his yellow eyes not showing a hint of fear. The Coda raised their rifles to fire but the Vampire moved as a blur. Pain tore through his body and he stumbled, taking a burst of fire to the gut as he grabbed a soldier by the arm and drew him into a deadly embrace. The man rammed his elbow into Aeduus' throat. The Vampire gasped and released him, only to be smashed in the face with the stock of a rifle. Stunned he reeled backwards.

"Take him!"

The squad closed in around him, beating with weapon stocks, truncheons, boots. The world went dark as the Vampire allowed unconsciousness to take him. Two of the soldier lifted the creature to his knees while a third aimed his rifle at his head. Aeduus had reverted back to his human form and his hair hung, bloody and matted over his face, making him look the part of defeated beast.

"What do you want done with it sir?" The sergeant addressed Gambler.

“go now we will catch up , this is what we do so don’t worry” say a masked man to RL

Renegade Lantern did as he was told and went into the sewer. He began to feel head and did indeed feel a chip that they had to him about! It hurt as he pulled it off and he threw into the flowing water wondering what it was. The fighting was loud but RL stayed in the sewers though waiting on the two men. He knew that if this Arrow was anything like the real Arrow he would have no problem with the guards.

The sewers now became quiet It seems like the battle is over RL thought as he began to hear footsteps in a distance. Still unsure of who it might be he peeked over the side and saw a masked man with two hand guns. He started walking back the way he came and eventually bumped into Arrow and his partner.

"One of you need to tell me what the hell is going on right now" RL say as he see the two men. Suddenly the man following him begins to unload his magazines at he group. With bullets flying everywhere RL constructs a shield to deflect them and charges his hand with energy. He sent the charge at the man but right before it connected he disappeared and the blast made a huge hole in the sewer. He look over at Arrow and said "We need to get outta here before that guy comes back"

The Vampire had been given a mild sedative and put in restraints, before being carried out of the sewer and loaded into a transport vehicle headed back to Washington. Several Guards picked Gambler’s bloody and beaten body up off the cement slab, putting each of his arms around there necks for support. Wanda’s disappointment was evident as she began to berate the injured leader.

What where you thinking! Coming down here alone you nearly got yourself killed. And for what? You jeopardize everything I’ve built for you, this foolishness was beyond reckless. she hissed.

With a slight head movement the Black Guards escorted Gambler above ground. The entire area was packed with light infantry, tanks, and air support. Wanda had brought a full regiment to rescue her project. As Gambler was loaded into a med-vac, heading back towards D.C. the Coda Guards followed. Wanda however stayed behind. She could sense the presence of outside forces. Forces that could potentially bring down the House of M.

She made her way back down into the sewer and looked around the Vampire’s liar. When she stumbled upon a white hooded cloak. Slowly she crouched down taking the garment in her hands. Her eyes narrowed as she caught the scent of Wild Card. An abomination of her reality warping. Meanwhile on one of the transport vehicles, the elusive and crafty female sat along side other Black Coda Guards. The tinted blast shield of her helmet protecting her identity.

It was a suicide mission. If she could get inside the Black House and somehow bring down the shield, then she could broadcast the news over an open channel. The beast was wounded and now was the time to strike.

”Soon, soon your reign will come to a bloody end…….father”

"GU- ahhhhh!" Zaraki sat up on the cold slab of ice that was suppose to serve as a bed. He remembered being cornered by several people he thought he could trust, and the next thing he knew Cryo blasted him in the spine while he lunged at Gambler. he couldn't remember much after that, but he was pretty sure that they moved him into their prison.

Tap, tap

Zaraki grinned after he stopped knocking on the wall of ice behind him.

"Definitely good old Cryo's handy work." Zaraki grunted as he sat up crossing his legs.

Nice job nimrod Zaraki felt his back go stiff as the rusty sounding voice creeped through his mind.

Shut it jerk face.

If you had just been quite and helped instead of insisting that they switch our reality back we wouldn't be here, now would we Mr. I- Miss- My- Girlfriend- Who- Was- Trying- To- Kill- Us- Anyways.

Listen Mr. I- Make- Obnoxiously- Long- Nick- Names. Now is not the time, they could be coming for info from us at anytime. The fact that my girlfriend is one of the enemy means that they could be looking for any info we have one their bases.

You know where their bases are?

No, but unfortunately Gambler is the suspicious type, so he will more than likely torture us just to be safe.

What's this us stuff?

Shut up Zaraki couldn't help but grin, his evil half was always more than ready to leave him high and dry.

Josh ran through the buildings as fast as he could, of course Scott was faster with his abilities, but josh could keep up, plus nearly all the SWAT team and police were mutants, in fact all apart from him on his five man special ops team were mutant. But because he was human, with the exception of magic, did not make him handicapped towards his colleagues and foes. Josh was one of the best leader ever seen, thats why he was picked to run nick fury's team. Josh knew this wasn't the right world, but it was a good one, his Parents and wife were alive and breathing. The fact his parents were alive this didn't effect the fact he swore to not touch the magic world again.

Joshua Weasley: 26

Codename: SLEVIN

Weapons seemed more advanced now mutants and gambler were in control, Josh pretty much worked for Gambler, the only other man he couldn't disobey or kill was Nick Fury. Other than that he could do what he wanted, and didn't have to answer to any other slum bag. Josh trod on broken glass as he weaved in and out of places, he jumped from the skyscraper and landed on the next one, rolling on broken glass back to his feet, the chase came to an end as he passed down the corridor, he came out the end to see a big figure standing in front of him, and down beside him, slumped against a wall was Scott Wallace AKA Constantine.

"Good work, big man" he shook the mans hand, he was as strong as he looked.

he looked down at his long time though, it was a brutal, pitiful sight, Scott's whole face looked broken, and his leg had shards of glass in it. he picked up Scott by the collar and dragged him toward the window, with a swing Con was outside flowing, fast toward the ground.

"My cops will take it from here" he smiled at the big fella.

"won't he wake up?"

"depends how hard he was hit, but yes he probably will, his healing factor is powerful......anyway it's funnier to chase him, for now he's being taken to one of cryo's ice prisons....well good day fellas, go out and enjoy New York" he smiled to the big man and all the men tumbling inside, before sweeping down and straightening up his jacket, Josh streamed his hand through his hair and walked off........