10 minutes ago
He waited to see if any of the WAL members were in his sight. At first he would have been reluctant to react but this was something that he felt needed to be done to save the world. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a figure moving. By only turning his head he looked behind him and it was his friend Ripcord with sword in hand ready to fight by his side in Mobb Deep fashion. That was until the situation became a lot more complicating when the thunderous voice that brought them there began to speak again…….
YOU DARE CHALLENGE ME THUNDER GOD, I did not interfere when one of you simplistic Earthmen summoned me and now you make a challenge. I am beyond strength, beyond magic, beyond belief. I lay out a simple test and the heroes of this world make claims on defeating ME. I will show you heroes the limits of my power and now reward those that understand the meaning of cooperation.Being outnumbered three to one this worlds "villains" showed their fortitude. My gift to them to even the odd will be what they all desire deep down in there hearts. I was wrong in concluding what I did before and it appears that I can still learn from this species.
A catastrophic rumble shook the Earth. The sky turned to fire and it an apocalyptic looked was in the surroundings. Then it all changed, it became so dark that Kurrent could not see his teammate or even his own hand in front of him. The hero that came onto the battle with a stride was now very weary of the things to come…
In a blink of an eye everything was different. People walked that streets and the city of had a bit of a dark feeling to it. In disbelief he looked turned to Ripcord and asked “What the hell is going on man” with a confused look on his face then he said “try and get the team on the communicator I’m going to check around and ask some of these people what is going on”.
He walked across the street and towards a lady and her daughter and asked “excuse me ma’am, have you noticed anything weird going on around here as of late”. The woman grabbed he daughter tightly in fear and began to yell uncontrollably “HELP, HELP……it’s a hero, somebody HELP” .“What the Fu@k” said Kurrent in disbelief at what he was hearing. “Are you kidding me I just asked you a question” By this time the woman had a tenacious grip on he child and an as she saw what appeared to be an armed guard coming she began to point at Kurrent and say “HIM, it's him he is the filthy hero”
Taking Kurrent by surprise the guard tackled him. He was strong not like any regular rent a cop. They struggled for a few seconds rolling on the ground until more showed up in a van. Ripcord was nowhere to be seen and the other guards that showed immediately jumped out with batons in hand. The larger of the two in the van helped the one that was struggling with Kurrent to hold him down. He didn’t dare use his powers because of the woman and the child and his heroics cost him dearly. The smaller man that came out of the van took his baton and smashed Kurrent over the head knocking him out cold.
When he woke he found himself in front of the museum locked in wooded gallows like the ones used in medieval times. The museum seem to become a complex of torture because in the opposite side was another set of gallows mounted on the ground. A crowed was formed around the hero with people scream demeaning remarks at him. His head ached from the hit with the baton and his back was still bothering him. Still gathering his thoughts he could not make out what was going on until. The large guard calmed the crowd as he began to speak….”This ladies and gentlemen is what happens to HEROES around here”
He approached Kurrent with a burning branding iron in hand and again spoke after spitting in his face. “HEROES get marked like cattle around here” With both hands he took the hot end of the iron and pressed it against his face as the crow cheered him on. The guard kept it on there for about 40 seconds but it seemed like it was forever for Kurrent who was enduring the pain. After it was done, Kurrent passed out again from the pain of the burn that left the mark of the letter H over his left eye to represent that he was a hero but not before hearing the guards mentioning that he was going to some sort of camp.