Trial of Will - RPG

 
The sun shone cheerily in the sky over the military airbase out in the countryside, the soothing sound of jet engines, barked orders and the marching of boots were all that could be heard besides the tweeting of birds in the trees that speckled the grassy landscape. The tarmac glistened under the sun and Winston Sharpe grinned as he turned to his companions as the trio walked towards the front gate, “Well? Shall we?”

The demoness Remona almost squealed with glee as she floated ahead of the others, turning invisible and inducing sleep in the security gaurds at the gate. In their slumber they screamed as their nightmares became a reality, as per the nature of the demoness’s power, the monsters that once lurked under their beds as children leapt forth from the deep corners of their minds and proceeded to tear them to shreds. In reality, the gaurds gushed blood by some invisible force that tore at them with claws. They screamed and more military soldiers ran towards them to check out the situation only to meet the same fate. With the distraction, Remona managed to make her way past and open the front gate, letting in her companions.

Marksman was a fabled mercenary and assassin, having never lost a mission, always getting his target and in this instance he proved why. Bursting through the gate as soon as it opened with nigh superhuman speed, he fired his dual machineguns in an arc before him, felling what soldiers still stood unfazed. With the sound of battle came more troops.   With all the grace of a professional acrobat, the Marksman rolled forward, dodging bullet fire as he leapt back to his feet and somersaulted through the air, firing all the while. Bodies fell in the dozens, littered with bullet holes that oozed red. Getting close enough, the masked mercenary let his guns slip from his hands and unsheathed his twin scimitars which he proceeded to use with deadly efficiency. Bullets whizzed by him as he sliced diagonally straight through the first soldier infront of him, kicking one side of his body aside as he pivoted around, dodging a bullet that carried on past him and struck another trooper in the throat. The battle didn’t last long. His swords dripping blood, Mark wiped them on a deceased corpse, sheathed them and followed after the others.

Winston stood in the main office of the base’s headquarters, the corridors leading up to it featured the occasional bloodied body. Several high ranking officers now sat before him, their arms bound by organic straps produced by his ability to force nigh instantaneous mitosis in his cells. “You’ll never get awa-!” One of the officers began to yell, only to be halted as Winston let the cells in his arm multiply to produce an extended tendril that was now shoved down the officer’s throat. The man let loose a muffled scream as the tendril spread out like a root-system, travelling through his body. Blood dribbled from the mans mouth and then, with a slight frown on his face, Winston forced the tendrils to expand inside him, causing his skin to tear, the man literally burst apart letting loose a fog of blood that spread across the room.

“You people aren’t the one’s in charge here, I think I need to tell you all about the pecking order, it goes: You, the dirt, the worms that live inside the dirt, my piss, my comrades, the booze and then me,” Winston sighed as his arm returned to normal, “Anyone lower than my urine isn’t allowed to talk unless given permission.” Just then, Remona entered flanked by a duo of privates who were carrying stacks of documents, “Oh thank you darling,” Winston grinned, blowing her a kiss, “We’re all set for phase two now, feel free to do whatever you want to too the other hostages until it begins.”

“Now you.” Winston smirked, pointing at one of his hostages, “I want you to use the radio and call in support, not more armed forces, they’ll just die and it’ll be blood on your hands, I want you to call in the costumed fools that call themselves ‘superheroes’, there should be some in the area, and then after that show me where you top cats keep your whiskey.” The man got to his feet, his eyes watering slightly as he sat down in a chair and felt Winston reabsorb the braces that kept his hands in check. Winston promptly sat in his lap and rustled his hair as he picked up the radio, “That’s a good boy.”    

Remona had joined the strange man who called himself Winston for a job she didn't usually do,raiding a military base.
After a few minutes we had taken it over,thanks to Winston's mind,the man named Marksman's ground-force work and her own little tricks.
He was doing some talking while she was looking through documents,nothing in particular,just plans for weapons and the such.It bored her.
She came back with them,he grinned and said "Thank you darling" and blew her a kiss,she rolled her eyes.She didn't really care for his "oh so modest" attitude,more than once she had thought about killing him,but disregarded these thoughts.
 
When he said she could do whatever she wanted with any of the hostages she smirked and walked over to the group.
"Who's first?"She said with a smile and eyed all of them,looking for someone fitting,she found one.
A very strong built man,military personnel,handsome too!She grabbed his chin and began to take control of the man's mind.
 
He found himself inside a dark stable building,he could hear horses and chickens,to most this wouldn't frighten,atleast not at first.....
The man walked out of the building into a field,he saw nothing through the tall corn besides a scarecrow suspended on a stick he began walking through it when he heard some rustling,he looked up to see the scarecrow was gone.
He continued calmly until he heard the sound of a scythe slicing through corn,he looked in the direction and his eyes widened in horror.The scarecrow was running at him with a scythe in it's hands,one of his oldest fears.
He began running for dear life through the seemingly endless cornfield.He tripped and turned to see the scythe coming down apon him,he screamed.....
 
In the actual world,he was sitting in a corner with Remona holding him,he began screaming and his arms began to get swiftly sliced off,blood covered the floor.
Remona giggled and made sure the scarecrow didn't do anything to his cute face,the other hostages were screaming as they watched him be sliced apart.She held his now decapitated head and kissed it before dropping it on the ground,she looked at the others and smiled. 
"Who shall it be next.....?"

The gates loomed before Mark. He cracked his knuckles and looked to his left. The demoness Remona, another one hired for this job, began her little show. He could hear the screams of the guards and the soldiers. He stared from behind the black helmet with the red "V" shaped visor and showed a thumbs up, as the screams died. His voice distorted by the equipment built into the helm, he said, "We're good to go." Even as he spoke, Remona slipped inside. The snaps of the gate unlocking caused Mark to smile. He hefted the machine guns, and smiled at his benefactor, Winston Sharpe. "My turn." He said simply, charging forward. The gates burst open, the sound of his guns drowning out every other sound from normal ears. He could hear everything, the screams, the splat of the hollow point rounds hitting flesh, the crash as bodies hit the ground. Most of the soldiers went down with one shot, a few took more. After the bloodbath had started, about halfway through, the guns came back empty. With this seemingly now helpless enemy, they redoubled their efforts. However, Marksman drew his scimitars and began the bloodbath once again. His was beautiful work, acrobatic lunges, flips and leaps combined with the perfect amount of bloodshed. No bullet was wasted.
 
Suddenly, the field went silent. Mark rose from his crouch, and sheathed his scimitars. Blood covered his suit, head to toe. He pulled the gate open and waved Winston in. "All clear." He said in the guttural rasp that disguised his voice. He grabbed up the large bag he had hidden in front of the door and walked after his boss with it in hand. Inside the base's HQ, Mark quickly went to the experimental weapons department. F#ck Winston and his cash. I want weapons. Military, irreplacable, one of a kind, weaponry. Things he just went past, occasionally making a comment. "Seen it. Seen it. Used it. Killed with it. Built something very similar." He picked up a large rocket launcher, spinning it around and examining it. "Nice. Nuclear fusion." He smiled and carried it on his shoulder back to the other two. With a grin, he rested it against the wall, and took off the helmet. Fishing inside a pocket, he grabbed a cigarette as he watched Remona at work. "That's something beautiful." He said as he lit the cigarette. His voice was smooth and easy on the ear, light brown hair adorned his head, and his eyes were a deep green. He offered the packet. "Cigarette, beautiful?" He asked with a smile. He turned to Winston. "What about you, boss? Cigarette?" He coughed slightly, then pounded himself on the chest. He unzipped the motorcycle suit, and underneath he wore a white tank top and a pair of blue jeans.
 
He grabbed one of the hostages by the back of the neck and towed the big ugly son of a b!^ch to his feet. "'Scuse me." He said, pushing the man a few feet away. He pulled the scimitars and threw one. The guy caught it by the handle and charged, slashing at head height. The swing was amateurish at best, Mark simply dropped below it, and swept his foot up, catching that b@$t@rd between the legs. A slash from groin to throat finished the job, as blood and insides poured out all over the floor, a few of the remaining hostages even throwing up. "OK, now I'm bored." He stepped over to the fusion rocket launcher and picked it up, exiting the building and heading towards the tank depot. He pointed the powerful explosive device at the tank storage warehouse and squeezed the trigger. The recoil nearly dislocated his arm as the massive rocket flew into the warehouse, and plowed into the floor, exploding with a flash of light, a BOOM! that wiped out all other noise, and a massive mushroom cloud. He grinned maniacally and sprinted back to the headquarters, dropping the gun with a thump. He smiled enthusiastically and pointed towards the building he had just blown up. "Hey guys! Did you see that? It was all like..." He made an explosion like noise, and mimicked a mushroom cloud with his hands.

"It's going to be a long day...." Aaron muttered with annoyance as he stared at the captured military base from a nearby hill, using a pair of military grade binoculars. The Champions of Peace had received a distress call earlier from this very base, stating that it had been taken over by some group of terrorists with powers. The enemy's purpose was unknown, but since Aaron was the closest member of the COP to the base he was asked to stop them by whatever means necessary. They had also sent a squad of Army Rangers along for the ride for two reasons; the first was so they could show the COP the extent of their good will, and the second was to make sure Aaron kept his nose out of their files during the mission.
 
One of the before mentioned Rangers crawled over next to the young hero and took his binoculars back before speaking, "We have to move now while the enemy is still ransacking the place. We can catch the bastards off guard and hit 'em where it hurts while they got their backs turned." This particular soldier was First Lieutenant Hobbes, a middle-aged man with grizzled features who inspired the best out of his men. Aaron could respect a man like Hobbes, and he nodded in agreement before following him to the rest of the squad.

They had assembled near the base and were waiting for Aaron, who had a special talent that they wanted to employ. As he joined them, the Scion of Light used his powers to bend the light around the Ranger squad, turning them invisible. While it would be easy for Aaron to conceal himself, it took quite a bit of concentration for him to turn a team of ten men invisible so he had to wait until they were in the base before following. Once they were all invisible they activated their special infrared goggles, allowing them to see each other.

Hobbes gave the signal to his men to move out, and soon they were quickly running towards the base with their rifles ready to fire. These men had been chosen because each of them had fought against meta-humans before, and Aaron trusted them to at least try and do their jobs. In less than a few minutes the team had gotten past the walls and into the base. Once they found a good spot to hide Hobbes contacted Aaron over their comms, who let down their fields and made them visible again.

“Here we go!” Aaron exclaimed to himself in a whisper as he made himself invisible and followed their path, taking a rope and climbing over the walls of the captured base. Once inside he joined up with the Rangers and discussed the plan.