The Collector (Dark Utopia RPG)

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“Gentlemen we began today with a rare breed, it iz an exciting experiment I zink you vill all enjoy ze process immensely” A smattering of light handed applause rose from the darkened recesses of the circular seating surrounding the creature strapped to the table in the lowered deck at the centre of the room. “Ziz abomination is what zeir kind would call a pure bred Werewolf” the tall man gestured at the table with a loose hand as he continued “It took me some time to collect such a creature and now we shall zee if my theory iz correct” the applause broke out again, a wet sound of wax on wax.

The naked girl on the table writhed against the manacles chaining her to the metal trolley. Stepping lightly around the table the professor placed a cool hand on the creatures head as he bent down tenderly cooing “Trust me dearest Gräuel for I am ze doctor” the child watched with yellow eyes as the Professor doted around her, fear trapped behind feral instincts a soft growl emitted from its mouth as the professor smiled a huge smile of white teeth and yellow gums he began to crank a large pole on the side of the wall, an opening broke across the roof letting in the full moon light that hung directly over the chamber the creature began to squirm as the light bathed her naked flesh growls coming from the girls belly shuddered, her body beginning to tremble, light fur emerging as bones cracked and splintered “Exceelllent ze process acts quickly gentlemen” the professor stood to the side scratching notes into a copper board as he watched the transformation.

 Flesh and fur combined as the conversion concluded itself the wheezing growling body of the creature remained manacled to the table as it growled and reared bucking against its restraints  “retineo is” instructed the Professor as several smaller versions of the wax men surrounding the room dashed out from behind dusty velvet curtains and strapped the creature more firmly to the table, its mouth snapping and spitting as the leather straps flung across it attaching to the other side of the gurney and pushing it down against the gurney. “Now my esteemed colleagues we shall begin the process” His big pale hands reached around to the menacing machine that stood to the side of the room, a delight in copper and brass surrounding two large glass tubes with pumps either side and copper wires attached to needles, it looked like a giant metal octopus. Needles pushed forcefully against the creatures skin as the Professor rammed the needles deep into its arm, instantaneously blood began to fill into the tubes as he spun on his heel to flick the switches and turn the nobs, he hummed happily to himself as the machine began to pump, its giant gills working in succession to drain the life force from the creature on the table. Black blood began to drain into the vats splitting red blood into one side and black into the other.  

The professor’s face lit up with elation as he scampered around the table making notes, screams filled the stone room as the figure repulsed between human and animal. “IT IZ A SUCCESS” cried the professor as the waxy figures around the room rose, each of them identical with faces of dark eyes and smiles that seemed to take up their whole head, no teeth shone just blackness as they all clapped quietly and nodded to each other and gestured to their master who hovered over the body with glee, moving as commanded and created by the Professor he grinned at his creations and bowed ever so slightly before speaking a command that dropped them all back down onto the stone steps.

Hours later sitting alone in the room, his Gentlemen removed to be stored away for his next experiment, the Professor read over his notes, gaslight in the room began to fade as the sunlight started distending through the hole in the great roof, the drained creature on the table now a husk its empty eyes staring up at the sunlight its mouth twisted in a dark scream. Sitting on a large chair across from the creature Professor Ou scanned his notes as one of his creatures entered the room and gestured to him its vacuum of a mouth guttering noise  “Vat is it Duflik?” the creature continued to gesture at the Professor as he rose from his chair following his creation from the room he frowned as he approached the upper landing, stepping onto the massive platform, the creature bent to crank the shaft as the pair rose from the laboratory up to the house above the machine creaked and whirred as they elevated the Professor stood, hands resting behind his back, his yellow tinted glasses facing forward as the great house swam into view he stepped out and followed the wax henchman through the abode.

Glass cabinets rested against the wooden walls gaslight glinting off the collections trapped inside, bodies and heads, of beings the Professor had collected and created over his years kept hidden from the outside world, inside the great mountain, the place THE 66 had kept him from the world. Pushing open French doors the creatures lead his master into the viewing room.

Hundreds of small screens spanned one side of the room, each unit encased in the standard brass of his home black and white images of camera’s placed all around the world his only view of the humanity he had been tucked away from for so long.   The professor he sat in his worn red velvet chair and flicked the switches in front of him as an image of a pale woman with long dark hair swam into view on the ancient screen, its surface rubbed and polished.

 A large smile swept across his face as he watched the woman “Excellent vork boyz” he muttered to the henchlings that swam around him, their grins wide their eyes dark. Twisting in his chair to face them, he commanded “Did you deposit the newly reworked gift for the great one?”  Static nods wafted from the creatures as their master grinned again, leaning back in his chair before he raised a hand to sweep them out of the room.

Leaning back in his chair and kicking the lever under the desk the wall began to crank and curl as it snuck in upon itself raising a large screen he steepled his fingers together as he watched the tall tanned man on the screen, in his arms the body of the gift the Professor had once given him so long ago as a gesture of friendship, which the powerful man had built so carefully for him, a wonderful toy for the great one to play with. Anger swam across his eyes as he watched the care with which Gambler swept Flower into the arms of awaiting scientists to be repaired and restored “She vas a message Great one, you ignored me for too long, now you vill suffer the punishment, she is mine once again” kicking at the lever once more the screen spun back to its former panels of tiny screens, he pushed old buttons and levers on the counter as they all took on the image of Lady Tlieso wrapped in manacles on the wall, her child, the great ones child manacled not far from her as he watched his wax creatures do his bidding around her he smiled once again “Now you vill have to come to me” he grinned as he waited on her to call for help, knowing she would somehow find a way to contact her lover and bring him into the arms of one who truly understood him.

“Bald Bruder sind Sie, wo Sie gehören, unter meiner Ansammlung” he whispered to the darkened room as the screen disappeared leaving only the pools of light humming from the lanterns. 


 

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Her green eyes flew open as a faint breeze stirred her long hair hanging before her eyes. Peering through the silken strands she saw the blue crocs accompanied by the pair of kevlar plated boots, right on schedule. Every 4 hours and 15 minutes they came, just like clockwork, unchanging and repeatative like the awful droning music and the never ending light. The incessant light was driving her mad, she could drown out the music with her thoughts, ignore the pain in her arms and shoulders but that light seemed to creep through her tightly shut eyelids never allowing her a moment of peace. What she wouldn't give for a moment of blessed darkness. After she had swiftly killed three of their men upon wakening they had moved her to the room she had been in for 112 hours and 5 minutes. Light was emited from every surface to stop her from using the shadows as she hung suspended from her arms, her feet secured to the floor. Her awareness began to spread and she was able to sense her son's discomfort. Discomfort was good, it meant he was still alive.  

112 hours and 5 minutes since she had awoken here, Tlieso felt a sinking in the pit of her stomach, that meant they had been gone for almost five days. The mousy looking woman in scrubs inserted the end of the syringe into the IV that ran into the back of her hand, as she moved her thumb to the plunger she yawned. Green eyes gleamed with pleasure. Dropping the syringe the panicked woman grasped futilely at the shadows that poured from her mouth and out her nose. Black hands ripped the gag off the Mistress of Darkness, sliding across her slim body towards her restraints. "It's bad manners not to cover your mouth when yawning," she spat at the choking woman. The kevlar covered lackey unceremoniously booted the nurse out of the way as he raised his gun towards Tlieso and fired. Screaming she sent her conscionce out to everyone she held dear before the pain blissfully came to an end in darkness.        

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 Time seemed to evaporate as the Aristocratic Assassin's body sharply cut through the incandescent South American air, rupturing the unforgiving tree trunks deeply routed in the fertile soil of the Amazon Rain Forest. His trajectory visually mapped out with a path of scattered vegetative debris leaving behind a trail of destruction. His momentum gradually slowing as he repeatedly ricocheted between the breathtaking botanical collection of floral arrangements, until violently crashing to the ground skipping across the orchid carpeted jungle as he came to rest in a heap of mangled flesh and bone. His black on black Odyssey Dawn uniform in tatters while the collage of open wounds began cascading his crimson colored blood, allowing it to pool around his motionless frame. Fractured ribs and a dislocated arm made it nearly impossible to move as snapping branches alerted him to the fact that his attackers were closing in but was unable to do anything about it. The self proclaimed King of Kings had sustained internal, and external, injuries beyond the breaking point of most men, barely able to see through the grotesque swelling of his eyes and face. Yet before succumbing to the conscious numbing pain, the Cajun felt the imposing presence of his assailants as they solemnly loomed over him.

"Tis dead no?" questioned one of the attackers with a voice eerily similar to that of the LeBeau Legend. "Betterrr hope not, forrr yourrr sake." responded another as she distinctively rolled her r's. "Pick him up and brrring him with us" she continued.
 
 

48hrs Earlier - United Nations Security Council, Church House London:

 
"Mr. LeBeau, as you are well aware the United Nations is currently in no position to undertake such a delicate situation. Candidly speaking we're barely holding on to our own stability. New York's destruction has all but crippled our economic and social stability leaving us on the verge of a cataclysmic catastrophe. You must understand that our primary concerns at this point have not only left us overextended, but extremely vulnerable." spoke the Council Representative. Pausing just long enough to briefly bury his face in his hands before dragging them down visibly overwhelmed. "I'm sorry, Jean, there is nothing any of us can do for you at this point."

Without a word the Charismatic Chameleon rose up shaking the defeated man's hand before taking his leave, his voluptuous secretary by his side. A position normally reserved for the cybernetic chemotherapy known as Flower of Flesh and Blood, however the cyborg assassin had been all but completely decimated days earlier by an unknown assailant and left as a message for the Dessert Messiah. What remained of her programming had been airlifted to the state of the art Science Branch facility in Southern Africa for analysis. The entire operation was under the strict and intellectually superior supervision of Miranda Frost, also known as Queen's Halo. Who, in her tireless efforts, was able to reroute Flower's central programming allowing her to backtrack a faint single originating from somewhere in South America. Armed with this quaint, but vital piece of information, the Cajun wasted little time in organizing a small tactical black ops unit to silently cross over into the ruthless continent and investigate while he would placate the U.N's intentional laws and formally request that they themselves investigate the incident knowing full well that in their current state they had neither the resources nor the desire to undertake such a paramount endeavor. Appearing to have fulfilled his obligation the duo advanced through the make shift halls of the substituted U.N. building allowing Jean Luc's assistant time to meticulously scan through her I-Pad, "Should I ready the Rosasi Sands Sir?" "No Sophie, dat will not be necessary." His words bringing a look of confusion to her otherwise flawless feature. "Sir?" she questioned. "I already dispatched a small contingent to South America, yesterday." he smirked. "You knew the U.N. would refuse you?" Stepping into the armored Range Rover Gambler replied, "Dheir involvement, or lack dhere of, was irrelevant my dear. But today I've acquired two pieces of invaluable information. Dee first, being, dee United Nations is paralyzed. And two, for dee time being, we can be a little more...liberal with our tactics."

After that Gambler didn't say much as the ride to the airport was a quite one. Captured in his own mind he couldn't help but reflect on the past, present, and future, almost overwhelming himself with the endless possibilities and unpredictability of his decisions. Contemplating on whether or not allowing Surreal Diablo, his most trusted adviser and assassin, to develop Israel into a clandestine providence of assassins was a wise move. As her power was sure to grow correspondingly with her political influence. Yet he felt somewhat relieved knowing that he had saddled her with an ever present pair of eyes capable of reacting to any sign of turmoil or betrayal. His thoughts then made their way to his longest running obsession, the Ninjan Queen, Sha. Their secret engagement on the brink of being relieved. Suddenly the LeBeau Legacy yelled out in pain, clutching the sides of his head as he doubled over in the back seat prompting Sophie to action. "MR. LEBEAU!  WHATS HAPPENING??"

"AGHHGGH!" he continued to struggle, his mind flooded by an unknown force. "SIR.....SIR!!!" Screaming frantically Sophia attempted to cradle the Cajun's head keeping him from thrashing around and possibly injury himself. A couple deep breaths later the episode had seemingly passed. Leaving the Living Legend somewhat disoriented, but stable. "He.....he has Lady Tlieso. He has.......my son..."
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“It’s said that Love can be abusive; you get to the point where you love a person so much; that you’re willing to give up everything in your life to be with that person” Truth of the matter is; he changed her life the huge diamond that rested under her gloves was proof enough. Their past was often disputed by many; not really a popular combination that would fit with the politics of that time. The two drew further apart; both marrying separate people and choosing different life paths. She became Sha the heroine of Solace City; alongside her prestigious family. He became the President of the United States; and the world’s most elusive man.

As the years progressed this man, and that women would battle both indirectly and directly for different causes the two had adopted over the years; however the abusive power of love has brought them back together again. Sha removed her blue glove that revealed the gigantic flawless diamond that sat atop of fingers; the glow from the diamond isn’t what was keeping her attention, it was more so the man that put it there. For the second time in her life she had been pulled in by the powerful attraction that Gambler gave off; he had moved her from a Condo in Solace City; to a massive estate that lay hidden in the rain forest.

“Mom?” she heard coming from under her, which drew her attention to Ka’len; he was still waiting to be pushed on the swing. “Ma, why did we move here?” he asked as he pushed his legs out further in hopes of propelling himself forward. “Well babe, we moved here because, look around you…; there are no gunshots, there are no fires…were free here baby”. Sha said pushing Ka’len a bit harder so that he’d swing out further. “Yeah well…I know this mosquito’s are annoying!”  Ka’len snapped back which caused Sha to snicker; her pacific blue eyes turned north to see that a storm was coming. “Hey…Ka’len go get Solace” and take her in the house…a storm’s coming…” the little boy jumped from the swing and proceeded to chase to orange cat around the house.

Her gut gave her a bad feeling; the whereabouts of Gambler had been kept secret from her throughout the day; but she knew he’d be able to handle himself. Had she knew his location she would have very well flown to his aid; however with the rains coming in; she decided that it would be best to watch over the Utopia. “God…I’m asking you to watch over my husband…”

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Her vision began to blur as she flew threw the air plummeting threw walls of cement down into debris. Brick and ash covered Kuchiku’s body from head to toe, the ends of her hair were soaked in blood. The blood had begun to dry so it made an ugly brown and red mess of a color on the ends of her once vibrant green strands. “Uuuugh..” Kuchiku moaned as she had never been defeated before…..and today was not gonna be that day. Grabbing on to a crushed piece of cement Kuchiku pulled herself up, dust and debris fell off of her but still left her a dirty mess. “You little bi-“ Kuchiku was interrupted by an enormous Darkforce based construct in the form of a fist. The fist Punched Kuchiku sending her flying against another wall, pinning her. Seeing her assailant up close for the first time, “You?....How is this possible?”

 

73 hours earlier

It seemed like any other day, wake up, make-up, get dressed, hair etc. But ever since Kuchiku awoke this particular day, the vibes she was receiving were all wrong. When she was finished she made her way threw the corridors of Dark Utopia headquarters toward the Science Branch offices. Making her way to one of the many elevators that inhabited the Massive building Gambler had built for himself and his loyal Acquaintances. As she entered the elevator, the doors closed swiftly behind her. Looking down at the Various buttons that you would press to have the elevator lift you to the level of choice. Kuchiku entered in a specific combination. A large switch above the buttons appeared. Flipping the switch you could hear gears move right before you hear “Click” then suddenly the Elevator moved downward at an alarmingly fast rate. When the elevator reached the very, very bottom floor the doors opened revealing Dark Utopia’s SB labs. Stepping into the cave like laboratory Kuchiku approached her desk, picking up a bulk file off her desk she opened it, inside the file contained details on the mysterious recent attack on Flower, Gambler’s personal body guard and assistant. Kuchiku skimmed threw the files. Recently Queen’s Halo the Head of Science Branch made a break through in discovering the whereabouts of the attacker, she was able to back track a faint signal originating somewhere in South America. “Interesting”, setting the file down Kuchiku understood that there was nothing further at the moment she could do since Flower’s body was being tested on, in the South African Science Branch headquarters.

 

Just then Kuchiku’s phone began to ring, bringing the phone to her ear a familier voice came threw on the other line.

“Hello?”

“Hey Lovely one”

“Gloomix! Wats up gurl?, Weren’t we supposed to go shopping today?”

“I hear Thailand has new clothing in stocks, I would go with Japan but the earthquake is a big mess, I rather keep my hands off of filth.”

 “I hear you there, and Thailand? Do they have a Hot Topic there? I hear they have a ton of new mini skirts in and well…..you know how I love my mink skirts!”

 "Thailand doesn't have hot topic, but I guess we can to the local mall, Victoria Secret has a sale 7 panties for the price of $25”

 “OMG we have to go! I’ll meet you at the local mall k?”

 “See you soon.”

 “Alright see you there!”  

 

With that Kuchiku hung up the phone, making her way back to the elevator Kuchiku glanced back over at the file on her desk, shaking her head she turned back towards the elevator. “I wish there was more I could do right now” frowning Kuchiku sighed and entered the elevator taking her back to ground level.

 The local Mall was a mess, people crowding everywhere, no parking, it all had begun to overwhelm Kuchiku. As she finally found a parking spot a man swerved in front of her cutting her off and stealing her spot. “Mother fu__er!” Kuchiku slammed on her breaks and shoved open the door to her 2009 Ford Mustang Shelby GT500. “I know you seen me about to take this spot how dare you take it from me!”

 

“What are you gonna do lift my car up and move it, bite me” the man retorted, Glaring hard Kuchiku stepped up to the man’s car lifted it up with one hand and tossed it like a javelin in the opposite direction.

“Yes that is exactly what I’m gonna do, now since I followed threw on that do you really want me to bite you?” The man ran in terror towards the direction of his car
 
“NOO! You evil B!tch”

 “Can it” Kuchiku made one wave of her hand and the man’s mouth disappeared, all you could hear was groans and moans. “When you realize you’re an @sshole your mouth will come back.” With that said Kuchiku parked her car and made her way to the entrance, Gloomix could be seen standing by the front door. “Uhh sorry I took so long I was having trouble trying to find a spot” The two entered the mall, checking a variety of stores for clothes that fitted there taste. After hitting Macy’s, HotTopic and a few other stores the two women made there way to the Victoria Secret, the giant Sale sign could be seen hanging like a banner above the stores door way. They were looking threw the bins of under wear when, “AAHHHHH!!!!” Kuchiku cried out. gripping her head with her right hand as piercing pain went threw her brain “Did you feel that, it was like an echo at first, id been feeling it all day and then all of  sudden....ugh...it amplified, like whoa….that was interesting....the cry though the voice it sounded so familier…” 

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They came for D59 some time after the third day. By that point he was even calling himself D59, like his interrogators. Not because he was becoming more like them, he was already exactly like the kind of person who had been torturing him for days now. He is bruised mouth formed a genuine smile as the two men wearing kevlar moved into his cell, their assault rifles levelled at his head. D59 imagined that he looked like sh!t, but then he had always looked like sh!t. Now he had an excuse. They beat him to the ground with the stocks of their rifle's and then dragged him out of the darkness and into blinding white light. But pain had been nothing new to D59 even before he was captured and brought to this place to be interrogated. He had told them nothing and if they killed him today he knew he would die content that he was one hard b@stard.

The two men half carried, half dragged him to a jeep, his legs trailing in the dirt. D59 grinned again. They were taking him somewhere new, maybe this wouldnt be a total waste of time. His smile earned him a blow to the back of the head. That was disappointing, beatings were useless, he had seen weaker men than he beaten to death without breaking. The journey was a long one, but exactly how long he couldn’t tell as he drifted in and out of consciousness. Finally they pulled up with a screch of tires and the two men pulled him out. His one remaining eye blinking against the sunlight, D59 was marched up a flight of wide marble steps and through an ornate pair of wooden doors before his escorts threw him to the ground.

“Is this prisoner D59?”

With an effort he managed to raise himself to a kneeling position. Back straight, chest out, even in defeat he was a Rosasi Sand of Utopia and he would not disgrace his comrades by prostrating himself. The man who had spoken wore a military uniform, but was without rank markings. Squinting against the pain and the bright light D59 was able to recognise August Samoza. The charismatic dictator who ruled over this jungle infested corner of South America.

“Bring him.”

Once again he was hauled off, this time into a richly furnished room where the two men deposited him into a plush armchair. Samoza took a seat opposite him and the two guards waited at his side, weapons held ready. D59 laughed, a sick, wheezing noise. Were they worried he would try and escape, after all the opportunities that he had passed up? The guards exchanged looks. Even after a week, they were still nervous of the man they had been abusing.

“I am August Samoza, il Presidente. But den you already knew that. No? I am going to ask you some questions, if you lie to me, you will die. Maybe. The truth will see you treated fairly. Maybe.”

Both men smiled. Sharks eyeing each other up.

"I am impressed that your mental faculties remain so intact. I have been watching you, D59, and you have been treated most harshly by the harshest of my interrogators under the harshest of circumstances. Wouldn't you agree?"

"Maybe," replied a grinning D59.

“Ah yes, you are a funny man. My people tell me this. Before we begin though, there is something I must ask you. Are you willing to die for your Utopia, your Mr Le Beau?”

D59 blinked in surprise, but his answer was immediate.

Yes.

“Prove it.”

D59’s mind raced. He had no idea what the Dictator was getting at, but he would be damned if this b@stard didn’t believe that he would die for Utopia.

Give me a gun.

Samoza un-holstered the pistol at his belt and span it in his palm before presenting it grip first to the captured Rosasi Sand. D59 took it calmly and put it to his head.

Is it loaded?

The Dictator shrugged.

Maybe.”

D59 chortled, and pulled the trigger. The click sounded dry and impossibly loud in the hot room. Someone exhaled loudly. D59 handed the weapon back and Samoza replaced it at his belt.

“Very good. Now we can begin. Tell me about how you came to my country.”

D59 sat back, scratching at the filthy bandage that covered the ruin of his left eye.

“Fine. I was in Israel...”

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 "Hit me." the poisonous assassin spoke, "If you insist." Selena launch her bawled up fist to the lady's face, today's lesson would be different from what it was yesterday, Selena though she would hit her target, but as her fist drew closer to the skillful ninja's beautiful face it seem to have missed, "Wait what! I didn't even see you move!" she spoke with a confused tone in her voice, "My turn!" the kunoichi return the same assualt to Selena's flawless face, she instantly felt the pain and fell back to her bottom, "Even though your skilled in magic you have no physical skill what so ever and it seems to be your weakness. What if you were powerless and one your allies such as myself was about to be attack from the rear end, but of course I would know what to do but what about you, how would you handle the situation?" the lady no other known as Lady Tliese, leader of the villainous Femme Fatale questioned, Selena looked away the martial artist amatuer spoke no words back but look away in shame, even with her mighty magic she was weak when it came to physical combat and she knew it.   "Get on your feet now." she said gracfully as she was about to give some tutalege to Selena, the witch got on her two legs, "Now lesson number one, always be on guard!" she spoke her words quickly and sweep Selena off her feet, Selena qucikly got back up and tried to attack back hurling magic ball of energies, Lady Tlieso quick speed and agility made it as if she had super human speed herself, "Lesson number two, don't underestatemate your opponent, anaylze every action." she strikes at Selena's neck, the pressure had paraylzed the witch who fell to the floor, "Your too rusty witch, but do not worry yourself we have a long day ahead of us." her voice echoed away.

Present  

Selene felt a strange tingle in her body, an omen to come, but this was unsual even if something bad was to happen Selene body wouldn't have felt the way it did now, this probably meant harm was to come to her way soon. Ignoring her body's reaction she picked up her cellphone and called Kuchiku, as she remembered today was the day the two girls would spend some bonding moments. She click on the contact button and scrolled down and called the girl, Kuchiku picked up the phone “Hello?” she spoke, “Hey Lovely one” Selene said enthusistically, “Gloomix! Wats up gurl?, Weren’t we supposed to go shopping today?” the emerald head girl remembered, while Selene thought on where to shop “I hear Thailand has new clothing in stocks, I would go with Japan but the earthquake is a big mess, I rather keep my hands off of filth.” she finished. “I hear you there, and Thailand? Do they have a Hot Topic there? I hear they have a ton of new mini skirts in and well…..you know how I love my mink skirts!” Kuchiku went on, explaining her obessession for skirts and such with chains and patterns, "Thailand doesn't have hot topic, but I guess we can to the local mall, has a sale 7 panties for the price of $25” she added to stop Kuchiku from going on “OMG we have to go! I’ll meet you at the local mall k?” as the Mistress of the Dark Arts spoke “See you soon.” while it ended with Kuchiku's goodbyes, “Alright see you there!”.

As she hung up her cell phone, Selene prepared for the day and took her warm hot shower, and dress herself. As she exit her room she called down to her servants, "Don't forget to clean the underground exterior, but be careful! I don't want your sticky fingers going through my arcane objects and books, now call the rider Andrew tell him to prepare the car to take me to the mall." she ordered. Five minutes pass and the car was set, she got in and her driver drove as instructed. Traffic was unbearable, eager to get to the mall the unpatient sorceress used her magic to transport them, ongoing eye witnesses surprisingly weren't surprise superhuman threats or power were what they saw from time to time. Within seconds they arrive in front of the mall drive way, the driver began to feel sick and nausous, "Don't worry it happens to others too sometimes." she said coldly while walking out and awaiting in the front. The clock was ticking and Selene's impatient self continue to wait for her friend, “Uhh sorry I took so long I was having trouble trying to find a spot” Kuchiku spoke as it covered for her tardyness, "Who cares lets go spend our cash!" grabbing her arm and rushing inside, the two checked out stores with a variety of things, and bought a hefty load of clothing and shoes, all from Gambler's gratitude fortune on which he gave them for serving him, suddenly the two girls notice the sale' sign in Victoria Secret, "PANTIES!" the two girls shouted as they rushed inside, like a bunch of savages they barge into the store and trash the bins trying to find their taste of panties, but suddenly a pain struck their minds, an echo from a faint psychic wave, the two girls scream in pain, gripping onto their heads trying to bear the agony, "Are you two okay?!" a worker spoke, but Selene had accidentally linked her mind to the rest of the people in the mall, they felt the massive psychic breach. The pain then faded but the entire shoppers and workers in the mall remained unconscious it was too much for them, "Did you feel that, it was like an echo at first, I'd been feeling it all day and then all of  sudden....ugh...it amplified, like whoa….that was interesting....the cry though the voice it sounded so familier…” Kuchiku said recoving from the psychic intrusion. "Your telling me.... ooh god! We have to get to Gambler immediatly!" she used her powers to warp her shopping bags home and transported herself and Kuchiku half way around the world, to London.

Using his spiritual residual she located him and appear before the King Of Kings, his head was rested on Sophia's lap, he seemed startle as if he had felt the same pain the two girls did. "Where is she father? Wheres Tlieso?" Selene demanded "Wait he's your fathe-" Kuchiku was cut off from finishing the last consonant, "Not now Kuchiku!" her worried heart left a soft spot for her sensei, even the baddest of the baddest had a spot for someone they cared about even the slightest.    
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Miranda Frost made mistake. She didn’t know it until it was too late. For the last couple of weeks she had been tasked to handle a very special project: Gambler’s bodyguard Flower of Flesh and Blood was brutally attacked by an unknown assailant. While most of the Science-Branch tried to stabilize her, Miranda was figuring out who had done it. For days she had no success – all of Flower’s electronic data had been scrambled. Nearly at the end of her rope, Miranda found a critical piece that unlocked the data of Flower’s locator chip and showed her location during her absence. Miranda immediately sent the information to Gambler and left to rest to him.

The advanced crimson jet of the SB flew over Miami on its way to the Yucatan. Their labs there had made some important discoveries and Miranda was buzzing with excitement to see what they had come up with. The slightly peach interior of the plane was very modest – only one seat and a desk in the middle of the area. Miranda’s laptop was neatly placed on the center of desk. On it a video screen showing the image of her assistant Tatsu 2.0 (1.0 was destroyed in New York).

“So what’s with the outfit?” Tatsu inquisitively asked. Instead of Miranda’s normal attire – a black business suit and a short skirt were replaced by her alternate battle-suit – a black leather fireproof suit with Kevlar lining made especially for her.

“Dry-cleaning,” Miranda said trying to hide the irony she felt.

“And you didn’t have another one?”

“Don’t judge me! What did you want anyway?”

“Test reports on the new pilotless plane.”

“Oh, right. It feels so strange being the only person here. I’ll write it up as soon as I get time.”

“Sure. But you know what; I like the fact the computer can lead anyone right where you want. I know I’m a robot but…” Before Tatsu could finish her thought, Miranda shut the line and opened the data from Flower. She curiously looked at the screen when a loudspeaker announced the landing that would take place in couple of minutes. Then Miranda found it – a file hidden so deep that she didn’t find it the first time.   It revealed the clue that allowed Miranda to find Flower’s location.

She quickly rummaged through her pocket to find her phone and call Gambler.

“F#¤%! Voicemail!” Miranda angrily exclaimed, “OK, Jean the location is a trap. It’s ---“ The line was cut. Miranda threw the phone to the other end of the plane. And then she saw on the screen a message: “So young, Miranda. You have no place in this conflict or this world.” Then the number 5 appeared and started counting down.

Miranda Frost was wrong. She didn’t know it until it was too late. She knew when the cockpit exploded and sent fire running into the plane.

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The other night Marc had got the news that Maya Lopez, his girlfriend, was pregnant. It was an unexpected visit; the last time they spoke, Marc announced he was moving to Africa. The news gave him an explosion of emotions: surprise, anger, excitement and fear all wrapped into one big ball of confusion. As he got dressed in his new loft, his alone time was bombarded by these raging thoughts.  

 "I'm too young for this &*$#.", Marc thought wildly as he stepped into his heavy combat boots. "I can't be a dad, a father. I shoulda wore condoms, put her on birth control—But she had birth control, I remember I accidently drank some of her OJ with birth control in it? Hell she already had two kids...Maybe I'm not the dad, *&%$# up, but I can't be a dad right now." Marc stopped when he caught his reflection in the mirror, "This is scary as @#*%, I tried to take care of my brother and he died. Two feet away from me..." Marc snapped out of his troubling thoughts and headed out the room. “But I don't got time to stress over it, I gotta go.."          

About a Minute Before Marc Left His Loft...

"Some of these Rosasi Sands are idiots". The soldier gossiped holding a battle rifle across his vibranium armored chest. "That Mercury kid is what? Eighteen?", he said in a low tone to his comrade.   

His comrade opened his mouth to talk, but the soldier continued, ".....And that sh!t he pulled in America, don't you think he's a bad look for Lebeau?" The soldier finally stopped to hear his comrade speak, "Tony, with the career Lebeau's had. I don't think he'd just pick anybody to wor-..."    

Suddenly, heavy footsteps echoed through the hall; It was Marc. He marched down the hall making immediate eye contact with both the soldiers. "You two, come with me."Tony the soldier looked puzzled at his comrade then followed behind.   

Exiting the housing complex, Tony squinted and covered his eyes from the golden-orange sunset, "Where are we going kid..."  

Marc spun around, grabbed Tony by the collar and slammed him against the wall. "Your age doesn't mean s@!#", Marc angrily whispered. "I'll kill you in a second, so just follow me and stop asking god damn questions". Marc leered at Tony for a while, still pressing him against the concrete wall. After Tony widened his eyes, sweat beads formed on his forehead; Marc could feel Tony's heart racing and see his fear . He let Tony go and continued to his destination entering a lively district of Utopia, grinning at the effect of his death threat.       

The hot and humid climate made Marc  second guess his outfit; added, the misquitos buzzing in his ear drove him mad, but he kept his composure. He ordered the soldiers to stay on guard and they drew their battle rifles, ready to attack. This alerted the street walkers and they scrambled to clear Marc’s path. They only walked a few feet when suddenly two gunshots rang out above them; Tony and his comrade hit the pavement. The street walkers went into panic and the weaker ones were trampled to the ground. 

Instinctively, Marc set a cosmic dome around him and the soldiers. Marc expected this; the soldiers were dead when he ordered them to follow along. Marc scanned the roof ledges, “Coward!” a female voice yelled. A girl with black hair and china bangs stood outside Marc's shield, pistols in hand and the warm sniper rifle latched to her back.

“Coward?” Marc questioned,  looking down at the dead soldiers “They were pawns just like you are..” His eyes flashed green and he thrust his hand toward the female assassin. Her eyes widened and she slammed against his barrier, causing her impact area to ripple."Gotcha. Now tell me who sent you?", Marc grinned triumphantly and stared into her watering brown eyes. The woman was unresponsive; Marc's barrier faded and he pulled her closer. "Looks like we're going on little date"Marc said grinning," you nervous?". Marc cosmically paralyzed her, carried her over his shoulder and burst into the air, leaving a cloud of sand behind. 

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Sweat dripped down her long neck, pooling against the loose white robe at the base of her décolletage, blood staining the robe as her hand held the still beating heart of her the Assassin who had attempted to betray them to outside forces. Dropping the organ at the man’s feet the Black Orchid whirled on the assembled group of Assassins and Guards circling the now completed fight. The guards of the Rossai Sands that had accompanied her on her journey to the new world. “Do I really need to point out the lesson here gentlemen?” the well-bred woman of age was all sinewy muscle and tanned skin against the departing sunlight that bathed the training ground of the newly established League of Assassin grounds. “You are elite assassins and you have been given every chance to conquer your weaknesses and prove yourselves” pausing she gestured to the body at her feet “Yet some of you desire to have so much more, to be considered elite before your time is ready” Every person surrounding her dropped to their knees, their heads bowed, exposing their necks to their Sensei in submissive acceptance, nodding once at the gesture “Good, now remove the body and continue with your training, there is much to do” bowing to the setting sun Surreal crossed the hessian mats and exited the arena as the men and women of the LOS rose and carried away the offending guard.

Making her way inside the stone compound that currently held their base of operations, pulling her white uniform ripped over her head as she entered her private room, she threw the offending article onto the floor, flicking open the simple bathroom she stepped into the hot shower, the water stinging against the cuts and bruises covering her body. As the water slipped over her naked flesh the Oni inside her hummed as the flesh began to heal, each cut blending together stitching itself inch by inch. Leaning her her outstretched hands against the tiled wall the Black Orchid thought over the months that had passed sighing heavily as she thought once again of the decisions that came from this journey into a nation of believers.

Israel had fast become a haven for those that wished to be part of the new revolution, Surreal and her LOS had swiftly conquered the area, containing the on-going battles with Palestine and bringing an unmitigated aura of control, destroying the established governments and driving the world’s armies from their holds. Peace reigned over the land held together with fear and bloodshed but shining to the world as heroes against the violent upheaval that years of war had ravaged this one beautiful land. With financial backing to rival anything the United Nations had ever had their hands on, Surreal and her small army of followers had taken control and guided the Country into a new era of power, every man woman and child who laid their lives at the Black Orchids new nation were given a safehaven and if desired training amongst the League of Assassins. 

Stepping out of the shower and wrapping her ageing body in the soft silk robe that had been a long ago gift from Little Sparrow she met her shadow in her outer boudoir,   The Cramoisi Fleur sat on her bed, her small body caped in a simple uniform, ignoring the invasion of her privacy Surreal began to dress as the woman spoke “You dealt with de issue, Lady Surreal?” slipping a shirt over her head Surreal’s voice was muffled momentarily as she replied “You witnessed the whole thing from your vantage point above Anastasia, why do you ask me questions when you are aware of the answer” slipping into the lycra cotton work pants she bent to pull them up as the woman rose from the bed “I simply wish to gather information on how you work amongst de troupes Lady” Surreal looked at the girl hard for a moment before reaching out to touch her arm “We will debrief later Ana, for now I require some rest” Nodding gracefully the Cramoisi Fleur swept from the room, pausing at the door she turned “Sadness” she muttered quietly at Surreals turned back, before shutting the door behind her, leaving a slight scent of Vanilla and Jasmine hanging in the air.

Watching the departing girl she sat on the small elegant loveseat at the end of her low slung bed, crossing her legs under her thighs and resting her hands on the soft material of her legs, humming the quiet meditation song of her faith she slipped into her otherworldly hive and sent out her vibes to the ether, within moments she caught a flash of her former master, blood dripping from his mouth being dragged to the back of a truck, she raced after the image but lost it and cursed as she could not be aware if it was present or future, but she knew what she had to do. 

  Her eyes snapped open as she pulled herself too quickly from the absorbing image leaping up from the seat in a single fluid motion she hurled open the door “ANASTASIA, pack a bag, we leave for South Africa immediately” slamming the door shut again she cursed and opened it, calling for her personal assembly of Assassins who stood in the doorway  “You three, you will join us, make the necessary arrangements and prepare a regiment of the last of the Rossai Guards who came with us, they can head home and serve their master” the men bowed low quickly and dashed off down the hall attending to their mistresses strange requests.

Within the hour the two women followed by her personal guards made their way to the helicopter awaiting them, Anastasia watched Surreal from the corner of her eye, waiting on a reason for all this as they took off into the night sky, heading for the jet that would lead them back to Utopia. Anastasia turned to her as the Jet took off "What es in South Africa Lady Surreal?" the girl inquired, picking up all sorts of images from Surreal's emotional spectrum, Surreal remained quiet for a moment before replying "The next Journey Little Flower.."

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 The normal lush colors of bright emerald green where all but hidden with the darkness with in the jungle, they moved as one weaving between the shadows, the moon light shone above the jungle backdrop. Sparrow came to a sudden stop as did the eight Rosi, they did not need hand signals relying on each others body movements and gestures; using basic instinct to move as a single and devastating unit. The Rosi took defensive positions around Sparrow. Everyone echoed each other, dressed in black body amour head to toe; Sparrow was wearing a small emerald mask that looked like the beak of a bird. Sparrow blade flashed upwards as a single arrow pierced the air, the shaft was cut in half and fell to the ground useless. From the darkness another group struck out, wearing dark crimson uniforms, they moved like the Rosi, each knowing their own goal and target, relying on each others movements to gain advantage. But they where met with a solid defensive wall for each blow their was a counter. 


Both groups danced back and forth under the moonlit sky, blades’ flashing in the darkness, Sparrow himself was hard pressed against his opponent. His crimson tunic had a single white cross on the shoulder; his weapon of choice was a bow staff, the tunic covered his whole body, his face was hidden behind a black scarf. The tunic made it almost impossible to follow his movements, another strike flashed forward and Sparrow brought his blade across his abdomen and made a slight adjustment forcing the blow to the left, but the attacker was already carrying his staff down towards the floor stabbing it in to the ground and catapulting himself over Sparrow, while twisting his body in mid air and bringing the staff down from above. 

 

Dirt splashed up as the weapon made contact with the jungle floor, Sparrow had moved to the side just in time to miss the strike and was now brining his own blade towards the back of the warriors neck, at the same moment the crimson attacker was brining his staff to the side where Sparrow had dodge, trying to force him back from his deadly attack. Blood splashed across the jungle canopy as the warrior fell forward, his head rolling into the trees around them. Sparrow fell to his knees, he had no choice but to take the attack in order to kill the man, but at what cost, he knew at least four ribs where broken another battle like this could easily puncture his lung. The Rosi had faired well against the attackers, only losing half of their number to the battle, while the enemy lay dead around their feet. Their number was greatly reduced and Sparrow was injured, but they would not stop. 


Sparrow had demanded this detail, Flower was his responsibility. He had taken her and taught her of the world, of feelings and what it meant to be something more then a slave. He explained that even with a master she could be free, much like he was. His sprit was bound to hers as they where one in the same, where she was used for sex and violence, Sparrow had carved his way across his servitude, until Gambler took him in and saved him from the life he had be sworn too. She was the closet thing he had ever truly had to family and now this had happened to her, he had seen the “message” that had been sent to Gambler and he had sword vengeance for her, he would kill them all no mater who stood in front of him, no matter how impossible the task before him would seem, his sword would know blood, for no one touched his family and lived.

 

 Pushing up from the floor he looked at the remaining Rosi and they moved quickly tending to each others wounds as two of them buried the bodies around them, using the weapons of the fallen enemy to dig their graves, they moved the bodies into broken trees if they found any, making sure their presence was not known until the next patrol came round. The Rosi marked the graves their fallen comrades in away they would remember. Rosi where never left behind they would be buried in their homeland they had sworn to protect. It had taken three hours to clear the ground as best they could before moving on. As Sparrow moved to the nearest tree and felt the rush of pain shudder over his body, he swore in his native tongue and pushed the pain down deeper into his mind focusing on only Flower.

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 Gambler's head rested in the lap of one of his collected daughters, Gloomix, while another, the Jade Viper Kuchiku, looked on in disbelief. "Where is Lady Tlieso?" she questioned. Barely able to speak the Cajun responded, "Dhere....coming chere, you have to hide.....allow dhem to take me.....follow us. Go, hide. Quickly!" he ordered before blacking out.
 
 
"Wake up father"

The faint telepathic whisper from his abducted son instantly snatched the defeated Cajun from the grasp of unconsciousness. Awakening to the unceremonious position of having been draped over the shoulder of his mysterious attacker as he was sequestered into the clandestine citadel of Professor Ou. Hands and feet shackled by the familiar metal he had forged his Utopian society upon, raising the growing number of questions as to the identity of the mercurial malcontent poised to topple the Living Legend's dynasty.

"Father? Father where are you? I cant see.....everything's going black....wait, this isnt right....father? Father?"

Without hesitation Gambler wrapped his fingers around the loosely hung belt dipping off his assailant's hips charging it with a subtle dose of kinetic energy creating a small explosion that ripped through the cybernetically modified version of the Aristocratic Assassin himself. The blow back flinging his body across the hall giving him a momentary advantage in which to administer his trace beacon. Furnishing his location through a coded signal routinely monitored by the Rosasi Sands and various members of Utopia.

However he was once again quickly surrounded, and with his internal injuries easily subdued. Drained of energy he could feel himself slipping back into the darkness no longer able to will himself to continue. Visions began to invade the deepest regions of his subconscious, flirting with the line of reality and dream. He could see his son undergoing some sort of medical procedure yet the vision was unclear. To many voices, to many noises clamoring together disrupting his concentration. Sometime later he awoke on the cold unforgiving floor of a modified animal cage, the gamey smell still lingering as if it had been recently occupied.

Through blurry hazed disorienting eyes he could barely make out a figure hunched over in the shadowy corner of the cell. But as it began to move it quickly became evident that this was no man, it wasn't even human. Its aggressive grunts and stalking style movements soon revealed it identity. Slowly the Living Legend raised his hands as he pressed his back against the wall steadying himself for the inevitable. Methodically the beast stepped forward into the dismal light, dragging its knuckles across the floor before violently beating its chest.

"Easy, easy now..." Gambler attempted to defuse the situation. But as the towering hulk of animistic ape like muscle lumbered forward there was something oddly familiar about it. Tilting his head to the side in confusion, Jean Luc noticed the recent surgical marks outlining the circumference of the Gorilla's head, its stitches red with irritation and infection. Cautiously he reached out tracing the wound yet careful not to touch it. "No....no....." he silently pleaded as his eyes began to well up with tears. But in his mind he knew, he could hear it,

"I called for you pappa, I called for you and you never came..."

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The day is hot as the survivors of first platoon cross through check point bravo and into the demilitarized zone. We have just returned from a thirty hour kill sweep of an area on the edge of the dead sea where a group of Mossad insurgents had their camp. When Israel seceded to Utopia these hardcore fighters had refused to lay down arms and were now waging a guerilla war on our pacification efforts. After a day and a half we finally found their bolt hole. Surrounded, outnumbered and out gunned, they choose to die.

Ignoring the fact that we are killing them, crack assault troops, men harder than grenades, come charging out of their mountain lairs. First platoon is on the firing line, selector switches set to full auto as they put rounds on target. The IDF don’t care. They come in through rifle fire, through grenade blasts and everything we can throw at them. A thin khaki line soaking up all our ordinance and our anger and hit by so many shells and bullets that they can't fall down. As I burn through magazine's I feel proud to be attacked by these brass-balled hard asses, and proud to be killing them. The most inspiring thing I've seen around here lately are these insurgents and the way they attack. They come in lean and mean, the best light infantry since we arrived in Israel and had our identities stolen. We are no longer shock troops. We are a police force. Manning border checkpoints and patrolling streets. It feels good to shoot at something which shoots back. The Mossad die well. So highly motivated that they stand up against a force ten times their size until an air strike rolls in and levels the mountainside.

Back in down town Jerusalem a girl runs up to Bearn, our squad leader, and hands him a flower. He crouches down and lets her thread it into his webbing before she toddles off, back to her smiling parents. This scene unsettles me. I have seen Bearn tear a man's throat out with his teeth in the frantic hand to hand combat that filled the final hours of the battle of Johannesburg. We are warriors, stone cold killers. We should not be accepting flowers from little children.

That night we get drunk. Sitting in a shadowy bar eating local food and drinking local spirits we pay our respect to the fallen, ours and theirs. On their blood is Utopia founded. I find myself watching the half naked curvaceous dancer on the stage, trying and failing to find a spark of lust, revulsion, anything. After so long with the Rosasi I am barely human any-more. I cannot relate to these normal people around me. They do not know what I know, they have not seen what I have seen and they do not believe what I believe.

A man enters the bar and even through the haze of cigarette smoke I know that he is one of the damn assassins that we brought with us when we moved into Israel. He crosses the room with undeserved confidence and stops by our table.

“I’m looking for first platoon.” he says.

I finish my drink before speaking up.

“You've found it.”

He gives us a wolfish grin before telling us that we're going on holiday to sunny south America. Seems that some higher up got herself into a mess and now it was time for us to go get her out of it. Ms SaDiablo was sending a unit of Sands in to provide support for the rescue operation, we just drew the short straw. Nobody cares. We know that Black Orchid wouldn’t send us in unless it was necessary and intel stated that Sparrow was running the op, so we knew that our leaders would have it together.

The flight to South America is uneventful. I spend it thinking about the men I killed. Feeling an odd sense of remorse which I cant quite come to terms with. They fought well and died cleanly. So why cant I stop thinking about a man I used to know? He would say that they didn’t need to die. That I was an invader in their country. That my way of life was an intrusion, that I didn’t have a right to impose my ideology on them. I thought I saw him at a checkpoint a month ago, but that's impossible. For all I know this man drank himself to death years ago. But I still cant shift the feeling of unease.

Four hours after landing we are in the jungle. Crouching down in the dark bush, sweaty and mosquito bitten. We sit tight and grin at each other, it feels good to be back in the sh!t. Ghosts move in the blackness. Silently they twist and coalesce into men, men in Rosasi uniform. We don’t move, pretending that these arrivals haven’t just flitted through our perimeter undetected. They are death commando's, pledged to a cause even to their dying breath. At their head is a man we all recognise. Sparrow. I can see that he's hurt, but no one here will dishonour him by asking if he is all right, we respect him too much. I turn nonchalantly to face the roughed up team, catching Sparrow's eyes in the gloom.

“We're the assault element, what's the plan?”

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The soft thud of the door sliding closed crept into her thoughts and roused her from  her deep slumber. As the shuffling footsteps drew closer Tlieso burrowed down into the  pale pink sheets, pulling the down comforter over her head she tried to fall back to  sleep. Feeling the weight of the intruders gaze upon her she mumbled grumpily and  squeezed her eyes shut, wishing them away. The faint scent of cherry blossoms  accompanied the insistent tugging on her blankets. Groaning loudly she allowed the  blankets to be pulled away by the stern faced old woman whose laugh lines belied her  true pleasant nature. SUnlight streamed through the open Shoji screens, a gentle breeze  sending a shower of white and pink petals onto the wooden floor. "Shinju, I don't want  to get up," she whined pleadingly, "Just five more minutes please?" Reaching for the  covers Tlieso paused when she realized her arms weren't moving. The look of confusion  on her pretty face turned to one of distaste as the sharp acrid smell of chemicals  reached her nostrils.  
 
Her brow furrowed as her childhood maid drew closer, "Shinju,  what happened to your mouth?" Her heart began to beat frantically as the pleasant old  womans features began to turn waxen and inhuman. Willing her limbs to move she looked  down at her unyeilding body, tears begining to form in her eyes as the soft, silk  nightgown turned into a formfitting, grey shift. A faint whirring sound could be heard  as the pale being approached, it's dark eyes staring coldly at her over a mouth that  looked far too big for it's face. As the comforting Shoji screens faded into antiseptic  white tile, she watched numbly as the thing raised a copper syringe filled with a  faintly glowing green liquid and injected it into the IV. The luminous solution slid  through the tube and into her arm  and she felt a warm, drowsy sensation come over her body. 

Yawning behind the heavy leather mask that obscured her lower face she blinked wearily.  Tlieso didn't want to sleep again but it was getting harder and harder to fight the  urge. Feeling her head begin to drop towards her chest she felt a faint yet familiar  tugging at the edges of her thoughts. A mixture of anguish, elation and rage washed  over her as she felt Kaz's thoughts enter her mind. "I called for you pappa, I called  for you and you never came..." Fighting the drugs as they began to pull her under once  again, the Mistress of Darkness struggled to reach out to her son, strained to contact  his father, desperate to know why the Living Legand was here and what role he played in  it all.    

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“I will kill Zee boy… his blood will be on your hans…hero” Sha saw his menacing stare; his rigged smile complimented by his soulless glasses; the sight of blood everywhere; mesmerized the Queen; never had see smelled such a horrid smell before; but what made her scream; what made her shake was the sight of the blood dressed perfectly across her own hands.   The site pulled her from her sleep quickly wrapping her arms around her knee caps. “Lord have mercy…” she said rocking back and forth trying to calm her motherly nerves. Tossing her satin sheets aside she quickly passed down the hall; pushing her goldenrod hair behind her head; whilst folding her arms.

There he was resting in his bed; with his action figure close by; walking into the room she placed a kiss on his forehead; and then went right next door and gave one to Zariah. The sight of them sleeping brought her nerves some Solace, but she couldn’t understand why she was having nightmares.   Her mind wouldn’t allow her to return to bed rather, she took a stroll through the Menagerie; she called Jean’s phone numerous times to receive no answer.   Walking back to her room; she opened her sethosphere and put in Jean’s name in the search box; the alien tech; located his exact location. “South America…what the hell is down there” she said biting her bottom lip.

“Jean always answers the phone…maybe he’s in trouble…but what if he’s just on business…I don’t want   him to think I’m checking up on him” Said to herself biting her nails and pacing back and forth. “What the hell has happened to me; have I really become that insecure…I don’t give a damn what Jean thinks I’m going” she said finally; disappearing into a thick bright light and reemerging in her Black Vibranium uniform.

“If Ka’len and or Zariah wake before I return, make sure Zariah gets her fruit loops; she doesn’t like the green ones; and make sure Ka’len brushes his teeth with HIS toothbrush” Sha said taking into the air. This suit was probably the best for long distance travel as it was powered by the same sonic energy that Sha herself mastered; which made her faster. “Why are you going to help Gambler; his whole team is there…” Gwen said over Sha’s headset.   “I’m not going to help Gambler… I’m going to help his son”.

“Makes sense…” Gwen said, but you’re flying in unrestricted airspace, you might want to shift on your cloaking device. “Nah I want to see what this baby can do”.   Moving down close she submerged under the water; her weakness was to the hydrogen atoms in water; however the reinforced steel, in unison with the sonic energy allowed for her to move without harm through the Atlantic.

“So what happens if his team doesn’t take to your presence?” Gwen asked again just a bit worried. “Mom I’ll break every last one of their spines across my knee” .

Finally making landfall she could hear the static coming in over her headset; “Alright Mrs.Lebeau, you’re on your own”. Sha had to pause at that; it was the first time since she and Jean had married that someone called her that.

“Bye Mom” It didn’t take long for Sha to continue through into the forest; still following what she believed to be Gambler’s trail; on her screen; his trail appeared as blue; there was also a green; and black trail as well but they were unidentified.   As she flew above the forest gazing down at the Villages; they were peaceful; she loved places like this because she knew that the worries of the world didn’t really effect these places. The wind was cooler here; the trees were healthy; these people really didn’t have to worry about much. However it was usually places like these that housed some of the vilest human beings. “What’s this” Sha said floating from high above.  “He’s in trouble” Sha said still trying to decipher what was going on; from not to far she could see what appeared to be a dwelling of sorts; it had an appearance that   made even the Ninjan Queen shutter.  “Here goes nothing” she gracefully descended down but then she stopped abruptly.

She was close enough to see if one looked up however; her best judgment told her to stay put. Gambler was seemingly trying to calm the beast; for a reason she feared that landing would cause the monster to turn violent. Then she saw it, the look in his eye as he looked the beast in the brow…they knew each other…

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 The self-proclaimed baron of bullets eyed the scene before him. Gambler, the Living Legend, the King of Kings was facing off against...A GORILLA?! Mark shook his head, rubbed his eyes, then looked again. He still saw the same thing. He placed down the camera, specially designed to look around corners, and fisted the handles of two pistols. Glock 37s, fully loaded, rested clamly, like old friends in the Ace of Assassinations's hands. He approached the door, and looked into the room. The first hint of Gambler being in trouble, and Mark was going in, guns blazing. He pulled on his helmet, the red "M" painted on the bulletproof black shell. Jean Luc was near the beast, his hands hovering around it's head. A thousand witty remarks came to mind, and he decided to settle on "No more monkey business." He was ready to burst in, and take out the massive primate, but as he looked around, he realised the chances of him surviving against the beast weren't very high. He released the guns and pushed the door open just a crack, looking into the room. One hand rested on the door, the other held a death grip on his Glock. Give me a reason, King Kong. One reason, and you are going down.

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Squishing sounds of wax against granite fumbled and shuffled their way down the halls as the limp form of the delicious Mistress of Darkness was dragged upwards into the great house. The Professor’s henchlings lumbered along dragging their masters evening guest towards her date for the evening. Crimson satin swished against the ground as her naked feet swirled behind her every part of her manacled after the creatures had dressed her for their master’s pleasure.

As the mahogany doors were pushed forward the glaring untainted white of the room shimmered with light, every item in the small room had been painted white, lighting pushed upwards from every wall and floor illuminating the room with an intense glow. A small table set for two sat in the centre of the room as the waxy figures delicately placed the pale form into the elegantly designed chair, clamping the steel against the legs of the chairs and locking the chains to the floor. Standing in one corner of the room, and dressed for his evening in a uniform of white the Professors yellow tinted glasses shimmered against the light his hands clasped at his front, his large smile widening as he approached his guest “Wake her up” he ordered in German as he took his seat across from her, lifting the wine from the urn beside his chair he slushed the liquid into two glasses and placed on in front of his unwilling guest.

 Shuffling sounded once again as the eyeless creatures inserted a syringe into the soft flesh, pumping a vile looking pale blue liquid into the woman’s arm, a gasp emitting from her soft lips as she awoke her eyes darting about the room before resting on her companion, narrowing cruelly against his visage. Her mouth was bound with leather as was the rest of her form, her head attached to the back of the chair her legs and arms trapped to the arms of the chair. Reaching for the long stemmed glass in front of him the Professor tilted his head to his Queen for the evening as he sipped the cool wine, condensation dripping down the glass onto his hand.

“Good evening my precious flower, I do hope our treatment ov you has not been too avful” his abominable smile plastered across his face, eyes hidden behind the round glasses, gaining no response from the woman other than a continued look of abhorrent hatred he continued “oh my precious Liebling, please do not lay vour venom upon me” his accent thick with lust as his eyes lapped up the image of his guest, draped in the red silk evening gown he had pulled from his trunk, blood stains across the back and a stench of death clinging to the fabric, the memory of his last victim hovering against his contemptuous mind.

Chuckling softly at her anger he reached across the table and picked up one of the steaming plates, serving himself a large piece of meat and slamming it indelicately against the chipped China plate, he enveloped it with thick chunks of gravy sloshing the food across his plate he picked up his fork and began to swig away on the food, chewing loudly and snorting as he chewed the look of disgust that crossed Tlieso’s face was unnoticed.

Talking while he ate “Your vriends are already coming vor you Meine liebste Blumenblattblume” slurp, snort “Zey are vaster zan I expected” slosh, spittle “It vill not be long bevore..” he was broken off mid-sentence by a sharp knock on the door. Annoyed he called “Annäherung” a shuffling sound entered the room as one of his henchlings approached cautiously its mouth dripping as it whispered to its master “Zen bring him immediately” the Professor barked orders as the creature slithered out of the room, “Wait” he called “Send out the Shutz to greet our other guests, who I am sure will not be far behind” turning back to his Queen he grinned, his teeth coated in gravy “It vould seem ve have a guest who is more eager than the odders” slipping a hand into his pocket he pulled out a large metal device with a pair of buttons, one blue one red, pushing the red button a screen slid out of the wall behind him as he stood, a figure of a blonde woman hovering above his compound lit up, her eyes red with anger as she was approached by his waxy men, lashing out at them her powers evident, the wax men began to battle with her, each time one took a hit, he would multiply, soon surrounding Sha in a sea of waxy liquid men that clawed and gnawed at her, their vacant eye sockets seeing nothing.

Grinning the man turned back “I can see vhy your old lover vould choose such a goddess for his new vife” waving a hand at the enduring battle behind them, their view of Sha slowly being hindered by the glopping of wax men surrounding her “But she iz nothing compared to one of your beauty, ve assume he married her vor power” shrugging as he reached for the dirty napkin he wiped his mouth the smear of gravy spreading across the material before he threw it back onto the table in front of her.

“She iz of little consequence to us vor now, ve have bigger things to divert us” standing he strode towards her, taking a place behind her his calloused grimy hands slipping onto her soft shoulders, he rubbed them absently before reaching for his remote control and pushing the other button, the screen on the wall slid back into its space as another side of the wall pushed outwards, wax figures pushing a large glass cabinet, full of cerulean liquid, suspended inside the liquid was the naked form of the King of Kings, bound and clasped, rubber tubes emitting from his body, his eyes closed his mouth covered with a plastic device pumping air inside his infrequently  rising chest.


Clapping his hands together in elation the Professor dashed around the table and stood next to the cabinet running his calloused hands up the glass in desire as he looked at the man imprisoned inside. “Oh dis is such a pleasure, to see de great one so confined and weak” the hand slid down the glass like it was a woman’s body “Vor so long, I have idolized diz man vor so long, his games, his triumphs so resplendent” a frown creased the aging forehead “until…” his mind dripped away from the scene in front of him his eyes locked on the face of the man he once worshipped, now suspended in the liquid like a baby in a womb.   Shaking out of his reverie he turned his face back to Tlieso “No more shall dis man disappoint me or anyvone else” his voice rang with anger, his accent getting thicker.

   Stepping away from the cabinet and resting his hands behind his back once more, he nodded at one of his creatures, its waxy form raising a hand to pull a lever situated at the back of the machine, clicks and whirrs hummed for a moment before a great whooshing noise filled the room the liquid inside the machine began to bubble and boil as Gambler’s limp form twisted and twirled against the onslaught, his handsome face twisted in agony as the machine began to do its work. 


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#18  Edited By kuchiku
Previously, Gloomix and Kuchiku’s eventful day off took a turn for the worst when there time at the mall turned lucid as Lady Tlieso, there friend and team member, had sent a out a mental beacon, her scream called out to the psychics creeping into there minds it reached out to them, the shock of Tlieso’s terror and need for help snuck up on the two psychics and sent a shock threw there minds, as it happened a young Victoria secret employee spoke out to Gloomix who accidently linked her mind to everyone in the mall during the psychic intrusion knocking them all unconscious.

"Did you feel that, it was like an echo at first, I'd been feeling it all day and then all of  sudden....ugh...it amplified, like whoa….that was interesting....the cry though the voice it sounded so familier…” Kuchiku said recoving from the psychic intrusion. "Your telling me.... ooh god! We have to get to Gambler immediatly!" Gloomix used her powers to warp her shopping bags home and transported herself and Kuchiku half way around the world, to London.

The two appeared in the back seat of a newly furnished limousine, “Wha…how did you…oh, never mind.” Kuchiku looked to see Gambler resting his head on his newly appointed assistant’s lap, Sophia. He breathed heavily as he seemed to have been affected by the same cry for help Lady Tlieso had sent out to her sisters and brethren of Dark utopia, Gambler had been affected at a much higher level then the two psychic’s had, most probably due to the fact that he had a stronger connection to Tlieso and wasn’t as highly trained in the field of Mental ability’ as Gloomix and Kuchiku were.

 

"Where is she father? Where’s Tlieso?" Gloomix spat out immediately.

 

"Wait he's your fathe-"   Kuchiku was interrupted as the worried and Impatient Selene cut her off.

 

“Not now Kuchiku!” Gloomix had never lashed out at Kuchiku before, but instead of becoming infuriated Kuchiku understood her pain of the thought of maybe losing someone close to her, as Kuchiku had lost everyone close to her. Which gave her more of a motive to find Lady Tlieso, the two had made few interactions, but Kuchiku’s empathic ability’s sometimes overwhelmed her as she felt Gloomix and Gambler’s worry, she could also feel what she meant to them and even caught a glimpse of the few moments they had with the Mistress of Darkness that had established there strong connection’s.

 

 "Dhere....coming chere, you have to hide.....allow dhem to take me.....follow us. Go, hide. Quickly!" Gambler shot out as he lost consciousness on Sophia’s lap. Sophia had also become completely overwhelmed and lost herself under the pressure and passed out.

 

“Gloom, teleport the poor woman out of here!” Quickly enough Kuchiku touched the jewel encrusted belt that wrapped around her waist which was really her futuristic suit of power that was powered by technological magic, as she placed her fingers on the belt a small tracking device in the form of a pill spat out into Kuchiku’s hands, it would allow Kuchiku and Selene to follow Gambler but only within a limited amount of time as the pill would disperse in his stomach acid and leave his system within hours. Slipping the pill into the unconscious Gamblers mouth she closed his mouth and tilted his head back fast, “Letssss just….hope…he swallowed that” Then grabbing Gloomix’s hand she shrouded them in a Psionic field that Kuchiku wrapped with the appearance of there surroundings. Touching Selene’s hand she established a telepathic connection “We can follow him from here just teleport us out of here so we can see who his assailants are, ive givin us a fall back tracking device just in case they use any forms of magic or technology to block us from following them.”  

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#19  Edited By Lady Tlieso

Tlieso awoke to the succulent smell of roast beef mingled with the stench of death and decay, yet her mouth still watered. She couldn't remember the last time she had eaten anything, so focused on the delicious smell it took a moment for the man across from her to gain her attention. So this was the man responsible for her and her sons capture, she didn't know if she was more disgusted with herself for letting a decrepit old man like this get the drop on her or his horrorific table manners. Shifting as much as the restraints would allow her, a faint coppery scent wafted upwards. “Good evening my precious flower, I do hope our treatment ov you has not been too avful,” he leered at her, “oh my precious Liebling, please do not lay vour venom upon me." As his gaze skimmed over the revealing silk evening gown, the Mistress of Darkness inhaled deeply, smirking to herself as his arousal became more apparaent. Although restrained and drugged her kunoichi training meant she still had many weapons at her disposal. Not every battle was fought with blades and bullets. 

The Professor's white coat was soon splattered with fat and gravy as he spoke between bites, “Your vriends are already coming vor you Meine liebste Blumenblattblume.” A knock at the door interupted him to his obvious displeasure, as he turned to scold one of the many wax robots Tlieso shifted her attention to the warm viscious liquid that dripped between the toes on her left foot. It seems that she had yet another weapon at her disposal. Hiding her glee behind a mask of disgust wasn't hard when he graced her with one of his food covered smiles. As her captor rambled on and on, she went through all the Thaumaturgy spells to find the one best suited for the occasion. When he reached into his pocket her attention snapped back immediately, bracing herself as he held out the device she waited for the pain to begin. The screen emerging from the wall showed a blonde heroine battling over what she assumed was the complex she was contained in. "Why on Earth is she here?" Tlieso thought to herself, confused as to why this man was even showing her this. Dismissing him as a lunatic she began her mental preparations for the blood spell she was about to cast, one that would push the drugs that ran through her system into his. All she needed was for to touch her. 

“I can see vhy your old lover vould choose such a goddess for his new vife.” Her concentration broke and she made no attempts to veil the anger and shock in her eyes. “But she iz nothing compared to one of your beauty, ve assume he married her vor power.”"He may be complete slob but at least he had good taste", she thought as she  give him a long appraising look. Tossing the dirty napkin onto the table he approached her. “She iz of little consequence to us vor now, ve have bigger things to divert us." Tlieso raised on slim eyebrow in question as he moved behind her and began to caress her pale shoulders. Drawing power from the meager pool of blood under her foot she attempted to push the drugs from her body into his. Her shoulders dropping and chest heaving from the exertion of the all to brief contact. It would have to be enough. As the wall slid away to reveal a large water filled tank she felt a perverse spark of pleasure when she Gambler's naked form suspended inside. The man may be a cad but he was a damn fine looking one. Sighing behind her mask, she watched as the Professor danced over the tank and began to caress it longingly, waxing poetic about the King of Kings until he suddenly stopped. His face changing from rapture to disappointment to anger in seconds. “No more shall dis man disappoint me or anyvone else.” After a brief nod he turned away from the tank began as it began to boil. Manacled to the chair she watched the father of her only child writhe in agony before her and wondered her fate.     

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Like a raging bull the fire moved towards Miranda Frost. The extremely speedy process felt like eons.   Miranda jumped out of her seat and bolted away from the fire. Into her right hand she took her cell from the floor and put it in her pocket and using the left she turned the corner away from the line of fire and towards the exit door. That door had a neatly placed handle that met Miranda’s foot. As the ejecting door flung away Miranda bolted herself out of the plane. Then the eons ended.

The black mass that was Miranda was heading right towards the ground. The rubble from the plane, the immense wind-resistance and thin air weren’t the only problem – how was she going to survive?  The only way was to transform into paper. Only she hadn’t done it such conditions – as her body turned white and lines started to form on her the wind didn’t way for her to release her hold on her form but tore her to pieces. It was extremely painful almost the equivalents of muscle tear. Didn’t matter how hard Miranda tried she was unable to pull herself together.

The paper rained down from the sky. Now being able to see the ground (and the wind was also not so strong) Miranda started to pull herself together. In a drilling motion the paper moved towards a patch of grass away from the rubble of the plane and the city close by. As the lowest paper touched the ground they started to form high heel boots and from that the rest of Miranda.

The whiteness and lines disappeared. Miranda took out her cell phone. On it a red circle; she pressed it and it showed a location on a map:

“Great,” she said, “Gambler’s signal coming from the trap. I’m so dead,” she sighed, “Guess I should go there.”

Three hours later

Flying in paper-form was hard as hell. It was energy consuming, also Miranda felt like someone was following her. She landed near the signal but not too close to hopefully not be detected by the mastermind of the plot. She walked across huge roots of the trees and tried to avoid the inevitable byproduct of monkeys eating. She continued the shadowed path until she saw the most curious sight: a door in a tree.

The Victorian-style door was in surprisingly great shape. No scratches, no wears and the no rust in sight. Miranda tried the handle and the door opened revealing a dimly lit staircase. In small steps she walked down to a long hallway. The walls had gaslights neatly placed opposite each other. At the end was another door and guarding it two waxy men.

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 "My child, look at you, look what you've allowed yourself to become. I'm sorry I wasnt dhere for you, I am. No child should have to endure dee hardships of adolescence without dee unwavering guidance of dheir mother. But know dat I've never stopped watching over you, never stopped loving you.Surely you must have felt it? A slight tingle on your shoulder, a subtle breeze embracing you in a momentary blanket of reassurance as you carved out a legacy worthy of dee LeBeau name?" The angelic voice swirled through the Cajun's thoughts allowing him to become lost within his subconscious as his body was broken down and modified by the insanely innovative techniques designed by the scientific savant, Professor Ou. His state of the art DNA bounding architecture was nothing short of an evolutionary breakthrough. Accomplishing in days what mother nature had yet to achieve. Creating a multitude of complex organisms completely capable of adapting to the harshest conditions known to man. Breaking the boundaries between tissue and metal, nature and technology.

His mental excellence was on full display as he confidently reveled his latest experimentation. Submerged and linked to a never ending labyrinth of conduits, the self-proclaimed King of Kings was put on display for Bayushi Clan legacy, Lady Tlieso, as the Professor eagerly hoovered over her attempting to gauge the emotional reaction. Hoping to savor that brief moment when the deadly viper would drop her defiant fortitude and be caught in the moment. However years of methodical mediation coupled with her extensive martial arts training had afforded the former VV leader an uncanny ability to perfectly control the full range of her emotional spectrum, robbing the Professor of the moment he so desperately craved. A hint of slight agitation shimmered across the mad doctors face as his inability to visually disrupted the Maiden of Medan became evident

Turning his attention to his disturbing wax like minions, the Professor forcefully clapped his hands together twice, immediately delivering his authoritative message to drain the tank. Causing the meticulously placed tubing to snap free from Gambler's body creating a resonating whip like echo as they retreated back into the walls of the tank leaving behind a series of horrific scars before the assassin was flushed away through a large tunnel underlining the tank. "Vell zee him again zoon my dear." he mocked before returning to his seat ready to continue his impromptu to date with the Lady Tlieso. Leaving his comprehensive band of ecliptic abominations to carry out his detailed instructions for the genetically altered assassin who was once again placed inside his mutated son's cage. Who upon seeing his father's cold naked form cast onto the unforgiving floor roared out in anger before knuckle bouncing over to him, cradling his motionless body in his arms and lap rocking back and forth. Gently using his finger to nudge the Cajun's lifeless head while lowly whimpering in distress, his eyebrows drooped and his face contorted with sadness.

"You've forgotten who you are my son, where you come from. You were born an assassin bred to be dee greatest killer our clan had ever produced. But somewhere along dee way you became enamored with your image, your legacy, your pride. France was not your home my son, it never was. Dat was your fathers doing, your fathers dream. Forget Africa, forget your political ambitions and dis visionary notion of playing hero. I am here now, and I will never leave you again. Come home. Come home and be who you were destined to be. Come home and be your mother's son....."

"Mother?"
dazed and disoriented the Aristocratic Assassin began to come to still locked in the worrisome embrace of his loyal son. With no emotion whatsoever Gambler shrugged himself free before gaining his footing. His gaze now locked on his hands as he clinched them open and shut causing the muscles in his arms to rise and sink, his veins protruding to the surface as the DNA cocktail recently implanted in his molecule structure began to fully circulate. "I feel, reborn..." he said, his voice raspy and rigged. Suddenly and without warning a sharp piercing pain blasted through the Desert Messiah's mind.

"You are wasting time Jean Luc! Your future starts now, do not upset me again!""Ye...s....yes, mother"

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One Day Ago--BBC News


" Were coming to you live with Breaking News from Utopia.......The son of Johto Essex, a retired America Air Force general, Marcellus Essex—was shot dead earlier this morning, after two failed assassination attempts this week.  Earlier in the year, Marcellus grabbed the media’s attention after publicly swearing off America while torturing a US senator on live television.  Marcellus Essex was only eighteen years old….”

Two Days Later--In a South America Rainforest

"And now I wanna....be your DOG! .....And now I wanna....be your DOG!", slurred from a Blackberry. "Kasia, did hit the news?" <Yeah, they're "investigating" it they claim, but they wanted you dead. > Marc vertically planted his green cosmic katana into the ground then wiped sweat and cut grass off his face. <They even mentioned the other two public attempts. It worked, you're dead.> A sly grin flashed across Marc's face, "I think the other two causalities helped that--but thanks for the help Kasia, this is big ". Marc grabbed the hilt of his blade and pulled the katana from the soft earth. <I get to have you for the weekend, how's that sound?> The transparent green katana sliced through tall underbrush as Marc softly chuckled, "I'll see..bye."

Marc squished a desperate misquito stinging his wrist then a faint green aura radiated from his body, “Here?” Green light splashed onto the trees and cut underbrush surrounding him. Slowly rising above the rainforest into the moonlight, Marc merely saw more palm and canopy trees. “What the f#ck”, he whispered irritably scoping for a hint to his teammate’s location. He hovered forward until his tracker beeped rapidly, “They’re right here…” Taking the direction’s literally, he three sixtied, searching the silent jungle.  “Either they’re invisible, this is a set up or they’re underground…”. Marc tried the latter. He let his hands trail above him as he dove back into the jungle.  A thick green aura of energy whirred from his body as cool air kissed his sticky face. Plunging into the jungle’s soil, Marc’s vision went black; he heard his cosmic energy pushing aside the soil in his falling path. He exploded through the ceiling, with a cloud of debris surrounding him.

His cosmic aura dissolved the falling ceiling debris, assuring a secure landing. “F#ck somebody heard that”, Marc critcally thought.  He checked the area and it was empty, but the design chilled him to the bone. The classic horror movies had evil lair’s like this Dracula’s mating lair, Victor Frankenstein’s unethical lab. Marc waited for the signature thunder to crash outside to complete the opening horror scene. Dead silence. He took a hesitant step to begin his suspenseful exploration through the castle when an unatural flushing sound resonated throughout the castle.

Motivation sparked back into Marc’s mind and he creaked open two Victorian doors; A strange wax figure greeted him at the door. Marc staggered back into the room as the faceless figure stalked towards him. This was real, this would fit perfectly in a horror flick. Only, Marc wasn’t a defenseless human. Thrusting his palm at the living wax figure, cosmic energy enveloped the figure upper body.

To Marc’s horror the figure slowly split into two, ready to execute their attack. “Oh you ugly f#ckers multiply every time I attack”. The wax figure’s ignored Marc trash talk and lunged at him. A transparent green wall glowed in front of Marc; this stopped the creature’s attack. He quickly boxed them into a cube construct, tossed them against the far oppsite wall and bolted out the door. His cosmic katana glowed back into his hand as he just escaped the room only to meet more wax figures. "I'm already annoyed with these f#ckers", he sighed as his eyes flashed bright green. 

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 Leaves flittered to the ground as the branches shifted against the delicate footfalls of the League of Assassins, her long greying at the edges ebony hair tickled her face as her arm raised in a fist halted the world’s deadliest assassins that followed her every move. The fist lifted and the palm flat and open drove them forward once again through the trees surrounding the compound that she hoped held Gambler, the distance covered in moments their hidden vestige shattered as they landed row by row behind their leader and her cohort the two women striking as they marched towards the entrance of the subterranean compound, a single door sitting above the ground held the one entrance that they could see.

Tilting her head to one side she whistled, several of her soldiers appeared at her side “ 發現另一個入 ”commanding her man to find another entrance she turned back to the tall beauty standing beside her “Anastasia, do you see anything?” she watched the woman beside her, awaiting her reply with tight breath and lips, she hated being without knowledge and without the upper hand.

They had watched as the others had ran head forth into the awaiting trap, having tracked the other members of Utopia to help protect them, but after watching the creatures the despicable man had sent forth, she knew they needed another plan. Rossai Guards had moved ahead, to back up the members who had rushed head forth, while the League stayed back, their goal to protect and save Gambler, nothing more; the other members of his guild meant nothing to them. Their deaths would not sadden her, nor would they affect her, indeed if anything she wished that her old friend would rid himself of all his subjects and return to his ways.

“Ze compound is protected, I can sense little from inside, I am sorry mistress” if Surreal had been any other person she would have sighed at that comment, but nothing seemed to derail the Black Orchid. Without replying to her Surreal stepped forward and looked carefully at the compound, scanning for anything she could see or feel that would help them to move forward, her men still as ice behind her awaited her next command. Her feet shifted against the rubble and grass covering the compound, kicking gently at it with the soft leather of her boot sounds below of the fights of the others rumbled upwards vibrating against her feet.

Kneeling she placed an open palm against the ground and closing her eyes she sent out her chi along the vibrations, fighting to gain access to the interior of the compound she cursed 神 ” 该 死 ”just as she began to stand her mind and body were struck by an almighty force of power and pain, screams echoed through her mind as she hit the ground, her men surrounding her and Anastasia as both women were struck by the force of their connection to Gambler, his pain ripping through them for a moment before disappearing as quickly as it came. Both women gasped for breath as they stood, helped by the League soldiers they looked at each other, Ana her eyes wide, Surreal her eyes narrowed, in perfect unison they spoke “I know where he is” standing the two women bolted through the door, followed by the soldiers hacking their way through the wax men as the two women slipped and slid through the battles, ducking in and out of doorways they raced towards the room that held the two victims of this vile mans war.   


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 It had not taken them long to make up the time they had lost during the battle, the hot air made it almost impossible to breathe easily and Sparrow was finding it harder then most, his ribs tore at him every time he moved. As soon as his feet touched the soft jungle floor, the Rosasi moved into a defensive parameter. Once they have rest for only a few moments they where moving again, sliding in and out the shadow, almost becoming one with the surroundings. A solid fist goes up in the front and the small group come to a sudden stop, Sparrow moves silently to the point man and search the deep woodland to see what his eyes had saw. Another group has made it this far, Sparrow signaled quickly and they split up, using the concealment of the jungle to get as close to them as possible, once they where certain of their counter parts, Sparrow moved out and into plain sight, the Rosasi followed. The team remains aware watching the newcomers; no one is easily trusted by the Rosasi,


Sparrow waits for the leader to move first his eyes remaining on all around him, before a man turns nonchalantly to him “We're the assault element, what's the plan?” Sparrow bows his head, a small sign of respect to the others, “First we must talk, so we have a better understanding of what it is we face.” Sparrow began to kneel and a shiver of pain convulsed in his body, he did his best to ignore what had now become more then a hindrance. The others followed him down to their knees while a few kept an eye on the tree line around them. “As you can see, we have already met with some resistance, forty clicks back a group of well trained combatants faced us, we have marked the graves of the fallen so we can collect them later.” Sparrow stopped, letting the weight of the words carry over the group, four dead Rosasi was no small feat. “ we where not within the border when we where struck, it seems there is more going on then expected. For that reason we will no longer be using separate strike forces.”

Sparrow looked at the men and with a sigh continued “I am injured and in no fit state to lead effectively.” None of them dared to argue, “I must concentrate on fighting, I can not lead as well, and as such you will take point.” His hand shot up and stopped any protest, Sparrow’s eyes fell onto Switch, being a good leader was about more then stepping up when your men needed you; it was also about knowing when to step down. “The original plan has changed this is no longer about striking for one of our own!! This is now a rescue mission, I do not have the full intel as Jeans comms have gone down.”  Usually he would not have referred to Gambler as Jean in front of the Rosasi, but he needed them to feel like his equals, he needed them to see him as someone they would die for and he owed them that much for they where going to die. Sparrows eyes had remained on Switch this whole time. “May I suggest that we move to the east side of the target and find any Utopians that may be in trouble, we can supply them with support while a smaller group makes contact with those who have been captured within the compound?”

Sparrow nodded at the reply and began to stand, once again fighting the pain at his side, who where the crimson attackers, yet another mystery to this already questioning mission. Sparrow closed his eyes for the smallest of moments; he felt the rumble below his feat and instinctively removed his blade, the earth around the team sprayed upwards, like a pebble hitting a small puddle. Amongst the earth several women could be made out, their claws slashing down towards the warriors of Utopia, the robotic sentinels of the professor. These where Flowers sisters the mistakes that where no longer of use to their maker, beautiful bodies mixed with cybernetic implants, skin melded with metal. They wore no clothes and as soon as they had struck vanished back into the ground kicking the mud up to cover their retreat,

The Rosasi had seen Sparrow remove his sword and had prepared themselves for the unseen attack, only a few where injured. They now stood waiting for the seconded wave. Sparrow felt the vibration to his right and watches as the man next to him was pulled under the ground, his mouth filling with dirt and his eyes screaming in fear, from the confusion he heard one voice yell out “to the trees”. Many of the Rosasi moved to the tree’s bar two single figures who stood their ground, they would not retreat Sparrow moved to switch and the man instinctively knew what Sparrow wanted to do, they stood back to back. Making a stand that would hopefully inspire their men onward, to remind these creatures why the Rosasi where to be feared 

   


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#25  Edited By Switch
“First we must talk, so we have a better understanding of what it is we face.”

I grin in the darkness, only my teeth and the whites of my eyes visible in the gloom. Sparrow kneels and we can see the pain as it tears through him. It puts us in a dark mood. We'll make them pay. We'll make them all pay.

“As you can see, we have already met with some resistance, forty clicks back a group of well trained combatants faced us, we have marked the graves of the fallen so we can collect them later. We where not within the border when we where struck, it seems there is more going on then expected. For that reason we will no longer be using separate strike forces.”

It made sense. If the enemy knew enough to hit us on the move in the huge swathes of jungle, there was no way we would be able to infiltrate.

“I am injured and in no fit state to lead effectively. I must concentrate on fighting, I can not lead as well, and as such you will take point.”

Our eyes meet and that is enough. Both of us know that this is going bad and we wont be getting out unscathed. But both of us also know that the Rosasi will do their duty. Sparrow's plan is sound, but I make one addition. Once we penetrate the perimeter, Sparrow and his men will go with Alair and several others to find the prisoners. I will lead the larger group to draw the enemy's attention. Sparrow nods and we stand. Once more into the breach. Once more.

Faster than any of us can react the earth explodes and blades slice into flesh. I roll clear, feeling the adrenaline kick in. There is no thought, only movement. The mind disengages and the muscles take over. The Rosasi scramble towards the trees, hoping that will defend them. I cant help but think that we got off so lightly in the initial attack because they are toying with us. I end up back to back with Sparrow, rifle steady in my hands. If I am to die, I will die facing my attacker.

Something explodes from the earth behind Alair and blades sing once again. Then Alair if falling, falling, opened from collar to groin. Falling into the darkness never to rise again. A handsome boy with perfect teeth, Alair was the last reinforcement we got before shipping out to Israel. He died in a stinking jungle, in a nowhere country without ever firing a shot at his attackers. I scream in hate and rage and grief as I open up. My rifle bucks but my aim is true. The slender machine woman turns faster than I would have ever believed possible and locks eyes with me. I am looking at death. A melding of flesh and steel, wire and nerve, form and function in one perfect package. I bare my teeth in a bestial snarl and my rounds hit, blowing fragments of metal away from the things carapace in a shower of sparks. It is barely hurt.

Something slams into me from the left like a ton of bricks, sending me flying. Before I can react it is straddling my chest, bladed fingers sliding towards my body to tear out my heart. Baern slams into it in a diving tackle and the two of them roll, entwined like lovers. In a flash the machine witch guts Baern, spilling his warmth in foreign soil. But the hero of Johannesburg hangs tough. One hand wrapped around the thing's neck he pulls a grenade and arms it. The monster's scream of machine static is cut short as the pair of them come apart in a flash of light and sound.

I pull the shattered remains of my helmet from my head, knowing that it saved my life. The left side of my face is numbed, but I can feel wetness tricking down my cheek as if I am weeping. Only it's not tears, it's blood. My eye is gone, pulped by the force of the impact. As the machine sisters come again the Rosasi counter-attack. Surrounding one they shoot and shoot and shoot until the flesh is stripped from it's metal bones and it shudders to a halt. Another kills five men before Kareph gets a lucky shot and scatters its carbon fibre brains over the churned soil, like stars over the night sky. The others sink into the soil and vanish like magical creatures not of this world. We know they will come again.

There are a dozen of us left standing, most wounded. I look around and see, really see. Past the husks of men standing in the jungle, past the trees and the rocks and the sky. Any other unit would throw in the towel, pull back and try to get some breathing room. But we are Rosasi, so we get wired. I look at Kareph, I look at Wessel, they understand. Cold grins of death are frozen on their faces. They nod. The Rosasi move out, werewolves with guns in their hands. We hit the perimeter running as all the horrors of hell it seems, rush up to claim us.

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 A brilliant display of stylish martial arts symphony was unleashed as the Black Orchid and Crimson Crest set upon the Professor's mindless wax minions with unforgiving authenticity. Moving in complete unison forming a perfect extension of each others reactions fluently dancing their way through, over, and around the onslaught of chemically constructed organic compounds with effortless execution. Never hesitating as their instincts allowed for a compilation of stunning timing narrowly avoiding each others strikes offering a dazzling embellishment of their already formidable skills, dictating the temple of the battle by creating a series of omnidirectional attacks that saw Surreal going high with a modified spinning heal kick that was hidden behind her apprentices head until the final moment, when Anastasia dropped down balancing her entire body on one hand violently sweeping the gelatine textured legs of the wax garrison.

Without hesitation Surreal gracefully allowed her bodies momentum to carry her past the crouching Cramoisi Fleur landing just inches in front of Anastasia, instantaneously grabbing her wrist and spinning her around allowing the young prodigy to fully extend herself in a perfect split leg scissor kick before having Anastasia clasp her wrist in return duplicating the maneuver. With swan like elegance and  analytical precision the Implacable Israeli repelled wave after wave sending her opponents spiraling end over end. The Cramoisi Fleur watched and studied her techniques, amazed by her unprecedented muscle memory and body control. Visually impaired, Anastasia had been reduced to seeing the World through an emotional spectrum of colors, the florescent green aura resonating from Surreal's posture signifying her unmitigated will and unwavering resolve. "Sensei, we should separate. Dhese creatures are nothing but a mere distraction. We need to gather dee master and dee other captives before dee real opposition reveals itself."

Throwing caution to the wind Anastasia vaulted upwards blasting through the ventilation shaft before snaking her way through the metal labyrinth. Pausing as she slid directly over top of the Professor's impromptu dinner with his captive guest, Lady Tlieso. Her bright red color signaling anger yet her facial expression yielded no sign of emotion, a testament to her fortitude. Suddenly Anastasia was overcome by voices, their invasive intrusion serving as a beacon calling out to her. Advancing further the rancid smell of mutilated flesh and despair filtered through her nostrils before the distinctive scent of her master found its way to her senses. Dropping down into the dungeon she was instantly greeted by the flailing bodies of several guards as a mammoth Gorilla was busy hurling them throughout the room like unwanted toys in a spoiled child's grasp, the LeBeau Legacy haphazardly slung over its massive shoulders. "Unhand him monster" Fleur commanded. Unsheathing her blade before twirling it sideways preparing for battle, only to be scolded as Gambler growled, "Stay your hand child......he's wit...us." barely able to remain conscious he continued, "Tis time we take...our..leave."

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"When it was all over only me and Kareph were left standing. Wessel's long dead and Franklin and Colt and Larium have joined him. They have gone along the golden path that leads to the Utopia of the mind. The Utopia that needs no soldiers to guard it's borders. I am wounded, bleeding from a dozen wounds as I reach up and clasp Kareph's hand. I tell him that he has to do this, that he has to survive so that the death's of so many Rosasi won't be forgotten. I haven’t seen Sparrow since the clearing, he's our last hope. With a nod my brother is gone. Lost in the jungle. A jungle of sight and sound and mind. Leaving me alone with horrors of my own devising."

D59 sat back in his seat, letting the aged leather cushion him and sooth away the hurts of his imprisonment. August Samoza eyed him over steepled fingers. His grey eye's impassive.

“Is that all that you have to tell me?

D59 grinned and continued.

“A long time ago, Mr Le Beau came to us. He said that Utopia was an idea, not a political entity, and that although the world frowned upon the imposition of a political ideology upon an unwilling people, the world could never frown upon the spread of an idea. And if an idea, an idea such as freedom from oppression, freedom from tyrants, the freedom for a man or a woman to live as they saw fit, should ever require the death of an individual. Then that individual should be proud to lay down their life, for nobody could frown upon such a sacrifice.”

There was an explosion outside. A dull crump that did little to illustrate the damage caused by such an event. One of the guard's bowed slightly, showing his respects, before hurrying out of the room.

“Long ago the Desert Messiah saw that your people were in need of a saviour. That the petty desires of a small man had come to rule them. So he sent me.”

There was bang and the sound of hurrying feet outside the doors to the room.

“I allowed myself to be captured, I allowed myself to be tortured, so that the spread of the one undeniable truth would not be hindered. History collects it's debts Mr Samoza, history always collects.”

The door blew open and a dozen black clad soldiers burst in. Their weapons roared and the one surviving guard dropped to the ground, his head blown apart. August Samoza, Il Presidente, cowered as the leader helped D59 to his feet. But the prisoner wasn’t paying attention, his eyes were fixed on the man who had just entered the room, walking between two Rosasi like they were ghosts.

“Hello Whiskeyjack,” He said “I’m Switch. I have been living inside your head for almost a month now, but it has taken me this long to break your Rosasi conditioning.”

The man stopped in front of D59 and knelt, bringing his face level with the prisoner's.

“I will go into more detail about our relationship later, but for now rest assured. I cannot be removed except through your death or the completion of my goals. Currently however, enjoy the return of free will.”

The man blurred and flickered away, like smoke caught in a breeze. Kareph walked towards D59 and pulled him to his feet.

“I though you should have the pleasure.”

He presented a pistol, grip first to Whiskeyjack. Samoza looked up, his eye's pleading.

“I have to know my friend, was the story you told me the truth?”

Whiskeyjack, the prisoner formerly known as D59 smiled.

“Maybe.”