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"Focus Rina!" growled Gambler. The acrobatic Cajun easily side stepping her lazy jab before sweeping her legs. "Dee ability to anticipate your opponent's next move is what separates dee elite from dee worthless. Your magical prowess is second to none chere, but you need to expand your repertoire. Tactics, strategy, manipulation, dee mind can be a powerful weapon in dee hands of someone who knows how to use it. Now, try again."

Gambler continued to push the mentally unstable sorceress despite the fact that she was emotionally fragile. Her most recent breakdown had nearly destroyed the World and everyone in it. Yet her untapped potential was unmeasurable and Gambler knew if he could control her mind, he could control her power. But the task had proven more complicated then originally anticipated. As the young spawn of Arrow hit the floor once again she lashed out. "ENOUGH!" she snapped, sticking her tongue out. The room instantly turning black with a purple tint overcasting the walls while winds began to swirl forming small vortex's. "Rina, stop dis!" ordered the Living Legend. "No no no no no, my turn to drive Gamby." she mocked, as she hurled her mentor across the room pinning his body against the wall with an unseen force.

As she devilishly rubbed her check alongside the Cajun's face she smirked, "Did you anticipate that?" Continuing to dance around the room she sang, "Diiiiiid youuuuu anticipate thaaaaat? Did you aaaaaanticipate thattttttt?" Looking past Rina and smiling Gambler replied, "Actually, yeah, I kinda did. Welcome Arrow, glad you could join us." Caught off guard Rina whirled around releasing her hold on Gambler. "Father I...." But before she could react to the fact that there was nobody there she felt the cold chill of Gambler's blade at her throat. "Your fear of your father makes you weak young one. Dat is something we will need to address next session no?"

As Gambler wiped the sweat from his face Rina approached him, eager to share with him a vision that had been plaguing her thoughts. Without warning she reached out and touched the back of his head. Instantly his mind was flooded with images of future events. He saw the one time leader of the Vine Villains, Darkchild, dead, fully displayed in the center of a burned down castle. He saw an epic war between heroes and villains, the World burning, a glove crafted from the right hand of a legendary figure, four gems lining the knuckles, and then, it was gone. Empty, nothingness.

"Wha, what was dat?" he questioned. "The future silly Gambler, the future."


Now:

Sitting at his lavish Victorian era desk, fingers interlocked, the King of Kings stared straight ahead in an almost trance like state. Resting peacefully safely encased in a small glass tomb, the skeletal remains of Darkshild's hand stared back. The Cajun had spent countless hours and resources tracking down any and all information pertaining to the prophecy of legendary Infinity Gems. The timing was perfect, as most of the World's heroes were otherwise occupied. Hunter and several of his Wolf Pack had been abducted and presumed dead, Kurrent and others were entering the final stages of the KoV tournament, and the Ice Dragons were still seemingly lost without the leadership of Andferne.

With the World still trying to piece itself back together and Gambler's Initiative still playing the role of savors, there was no one left to take a deeper look at the Cajun's true intentions. His Illuminati had infiltrated every corner of the globe and had easily obtained the locations of the Gems. Two resided deep within the Vatican vaults, and one was buried under the foundation of the former government sponsored Zero Squad headquarters. Slowly Gambler pulled open the top right drawer of his desk unleashing a resonating beam of emerald light before removing the fourth Gem and flashing his Cheshire cat grin as he looked it over. However, as Gambler arrogantly believed himself untouchable, a force from the future was being directed back to the past in hopes of warning those who would make a stand against the Master of Manipulation.

 - This is an open Canon Rpg that is in continuity with the Chained Aggression, KoV, and Playing in the Shadows Rpgs.
 - It will have strong implications for an Rpg in the future.
 - Any questions can be asked here.
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 "Flight 555 to Rome is now boarding, passengers for first class please take your ticket to the door, all other passengers will be called shortly, thank you” the long black plait fell behind as she stood, long hands grasped the top handle of the wheeled cart as she moved towards the door, her green eyes shaded with blue tinted glasses. “Thank you Signora, enjoy your flight” sunlight filtered through the plastic windows of the walkway, reflecting off the massive turbines that whirled slightly in the wind. Her hips swung slightly as she walked confidence and power, the hostess saw it the minute she arrived at the concord door, opening the curtain to first class, the sensei could not help but smile as the hostess took her bag, placing it above the warrior, settling into the leather seat she ran a hand over it feeling the material. Not a year ago, her life consisted of plain rice and wooden floor boards had been her bed and home, now she travelled in luxury and answered to an evil empire. “Ladies and gentlemen please make sure your seatbelt is on and your chair in the upright position, I am Captain Anton and I will be your driver today” a soft wave of giggles from the cabin staff  "the weather looks beautiful in Rome and we will be landing in just a few hours, we hope you enjoy your flight” the seat next to her remained empty as she turned her head to look out the window, following the track as the plane began to move she marvelled at the sheer power underneath her.

Closing almond shaped eyes, the woman rested her head back, the rumbling of the engine carrying her off to sleep, the fading sunlight moved across her glasses as she slept. “Can I get you a drink Signora?” the sensei opened her eyes gently and looked at the woman leaning over the cart holding a drink, her hair falling back showed the small tattoo on the woman’s neck, an insignia of the Vatican’s army. Bracing her hands on the seat Surreal manoeuvred her legs slamming her foot in the woman’s face, flying her backwards over the seats, partially filled with people. Screams erupted around them as she leapt up, her feet balancing on the arms of the chair. The hostess leapt up off the ground, wiping blood from her mouth as she moved leaping across the chairs reaching up to pull the small blade out of her hair she flew towards Surreal. The Sensei snatched the blade between her hands and flipping the woman around, slamming her against the seat of the chair, the other woman slipping her legs underneath Surreal and hurling her backwards. Fists flew through the air as the passengers around them ran down the aisles, the other hostesses appearing through the curtains, shock on their faces as the two women fought. Black hair span as the two women fought, sparring against each other, leaping across the seats, blood splattering the walls, Surreal finally done grabbed the edge of an open bag holder above and swung her legs forward, gripping the woman between her thighs with a final thrust she snapped the woman’s neck and dropped to the floor. Reaching up to grab the bag moving away she ran to the flight door she ripped open the suitcase and placed it on her back, slipping the mouth piece over hers she flung open the flight door and leapt out of the plane.

Wind roared around her as she dived to the sea below, pulling on the cord a green silk parachute flung out, the image of a dragon across it, ripping out the cords she pulled them aiming carefully, coming to land on the boat below. Slipping her arms carefully out of the pack she cut the cables and watched the chute fly off across the water, the boat rocked below her as she moved towards the driver. "As we suspected then master? the young woman turned to her, her wetsuit clad body turning as she spoke, Angelique’s face dripped with spray back from the ocean "They tried to poison me” laughing softly "amateurs" nodding Angelique turned the boat, aiming for a bigger boat not far from them pulling up alongside it, members of the Initiative moving to pull it in and tie it straight. "Guess we arrive by sea then” the two woman stood tall on the edge of the boat, their mission clear, their goals separate.  

   


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Black Saturn as Ah now called himself was floating high above the blue planet called Earth.Ah had learned the languages of earth through study.He decided the one he would use now was the one that most used."This planet is a brilliant prospect for my rule."He said to himself.He began to fly around the lush planet.When he came to where he wanted to start with his conquer he began his descent towards the planet.
 
CRASH! He landed in the middle of a city and looked around.The people were terrified they were screaming and running.He flew over to man that was running away from him.He picked the man up and began to speak to him."Why are you running?Youhaven't even seen what i can do."With the man in one hand he picked up his other and closed it into a fist.He swung his fist forward and slammed it into the man with amazing force.The man flew back from the force of the punch and hit a building.Dead.
 
"Now you can run!But if you truly want to see why,then stay and watched what else i can do."Ah said in a booming voice.He looked at the frightened people.He umped in thee air and flew towards a car that was lying on the ground.He picked up the car with relative ease and threw it at a crowd of people that stood and watched.Most of the people moved out of the way of the car.The one's that weren't fast enough were killed by the chunk of metal.In his short time on earth Ah had already killed 4 people.
 
 Ah walked away from the murder scene toward one of the towering buildings in this city.He looked at the sign."Denver National Bank." It said.He had learned of this city."I'm in Denver,Colorado then?"He said.He walked into the bank and began to speak to the man behind the desk."I am here to take the monetary notes that are kept in this bank."He said "Give them to me now."The old man walked back and showed the safe to Black Saturn.
 
Saturn pulled the door off of the safe and threw it back though the doors of the bank and onto the street.He grabbed 7 bags of money and flew out of the ban with.He flew to one of the largest mansions in Denver and walked inside."This is my home now!"He said to the family that was sitting in the living room of the mansion."Get out now."Saturn said to the family.The family ran out of the home and Saturn plopped the bags of money onto the couch and lied down with it...
 
Now he had the money and a place to work out of....He was ready to begin his campaign to take over the world....

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Slight grew tired. The day had put a drain on him in every possible way. Physically, emotionally, and mentally, all of which just made him exhausted. He still couldn’t believe that he’d actually been able to say anything to Darkchild, but he knew he had to, and with Feral’s help, he was able to. After he gave his piece, Slight exited the building and stood outside. He figured that because of the stress he would just rest for a whole day and get on with his own affairs, but something stopped him. Earlier it had been the emotions within him that stopped him from leaving, but this time it was an outside force.

He felt the difference almost immediately, like a presence from beyond comprehension. Whispered indecipherable words to him, and he suddenly felt at ease. The words spoke to his soul, and calmed the storm that raged within it. Slight didn’t know what it was, but guessed that it was an angel; maybe one of his lost family members?

He left the funeral, with a sense of pride, and betterment. As he flew through the air, he felt drops of water slash on his face. He was so intent on getting back to the that he didn’t notice the change in weather. The sky had grown dark and baleful. Soon those splashes became more frequent, and noticeable. His clothes were soaked, and the air chilled his skin, causing small chill bums to run across the entirety of his body. Slight didn’t mind though, in a way, it was like a final cleansing to him. Allowing nature to wash away whatever was left of his saddened past, catharsis.

When he reached the mansion, he quickly went to his room, not saying hello to anyone. Closing the door and locking it to ensure no disturbance, he stripped down naked revealing a chocolate, chiseled body. He went to his draw and put on some fresh underwear and comfy pajamas. He realized when he put them on, they carried the insignia of the New Outsiders on them, and he smiled, and crawled into bed. The smile led to thoughts about his time with the rag tag team.

He couldn’t believe that he’d survived as the team leader. Even though leading the team was his choice, he never imagined how hard it would be to keep the group going, and so when he decided to leave, there was a sense of failure that he couldn’t shake. That feeling stuck with him up until today. His letting go of Darkchild, allowed him to let go of all of the baggage he was carrying around. Slight uttered words that he never thought he could, or would say “ Thank you” And then, he dozed off to sleep.

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As the sight-seeing tour entered through the main gates of the Vatican, The man known as Wildstar entered with them. It had been three months since he cast his lot with the devilish King of kings, but in that time he marvelled at the man's ability to put a plan in motion. He had used the events of the demonic invasion of earth and spun it into an a masterful plan to gain control over the hearts and minds of people around the world. The sad part about it was that he did it so easily and with such finesse that not even his dual status as an international criminal could used to set him back. Gambler had put together a small group of powerful men and women and put them in positions of power throughout the governments of the most powerful nations in the world. It was his brainchild. His "Initiative" as he called it. And in return for siding with him, Wildstar was given a new face and identity. No longer was he a wanted man. Now, he was a simple member of the Foreign Ops team of the Initiative. His latest mission being to enter the Vatican and retrieve a pair of gems. Wildstar didn't know or care why Gambler desired the gems, but he knew if a man like Gambler wanted them, they had to be of great importance. 
 
As the tour leader led them through the main corridor of the Vatican, The Fallen Star's eyes spotted over millions of dollars of gold and jewels on display like they were mere trinkets. Priceless paintings adorned the wall of the grand corridor with it ivory colored walls. It was a cat burgler's dream, but he knew looks were deceiving. The vatican guard numbered more than active members of the Secret Service, C.I.A., and F.B.I. put together. Right now there could have been hundreds of them posing as regular tourists and noone would be the wiser. They understood the first rule of power very well. Feign strength until it was completely necessary to show your hand. Then crush your enemies with out remorse.  
 
As he strode through the corridor in his charcoal Hugo Boss suit, white shirt and blood red pocket square, Wildstar opened his off-white trenchcoat with the flair of a man who was completely in his element. Today there would be much blood shed. He just hoped that it didn't get on his new Prada foldables. Lifting his right arm to glance at his simple Movado Museum watch, Wildstar made sure that he keep up with the tour group. It was three minutes to 11 AM and he didn't want to be late. As the seconds raced by, he smiled at the pair of old ladies who made it their business to comment on the beautifully crafted walls and pillars as the made their way to the seat of the pope, and how they bet the Vatican held as much wealth as the United States. If they knew what was coming, they wouldn't be wasting their last moments on earth talking about such meaningless banter. Tick tock...tick...tock. The time was going by so slowly, Wildstar could barely contain himself. Just then it struck 11 AM and with a deep exhale it had begun. 
 
The front of the vatican was rocked as at RPG struck the outside wall exploding it inward on the people still in the main corridor, killing many of them. As the smoke, dust, and pieces of the building began to fill the halls, people began to scream and run around looking for shelter. The panic that flooded the Vatican like a broken dam could be seen on the face of everyone who ran aorund like chickens with their heads cut off. As another RPG struck the building, more of the massive structure collapsed on to itself. Rushing to the Throne Room of the Pope, the tour Guide made it her business to make sure everyone made it in safely. Little did she know, the worst was yet to come. All throughout the Vatican, machine gun fire could be heard. There was no telling who was doing it, but Wildstar knew. They were members of the Foreign Ops wetworks team killing everyone who crossed their thermal sights. There was too much smoke to see normally so thermal sighting was the only way to get the job done. As the sounds of people getting cut down throughout the Vatican got closer, the tour guide did her best to calm the members of her sight seeing tour. She lied to them and told them that help would be on the way, but the look on her face was one of a bewildered child. How was she to know if help would get to them in time? It was so funny Wildstar broke out into laughter. As the people stuck in the Throne room turned to him, he put on his best imitation of Gambler's Cheshire Cat grin and pointed a glowing finger at the tour guide. 
 
"Would you please shut up already, you stupid cow. There is no hope. There is no rescue or help coming."  
 
Looking at him as if he was a madman, the tour group stood deathly quiet. He could see the thoughts of overwhelming him cross the faces of some of the men in the room, but all that stopped when with the flick of his wrist, his glowing finger shot out a pair of searing hot blades of energy that raced through the air until they reached their intended targets: the necks of two of the men who thought themselves to be heroes causing huge gapping wounds to open up and blood to leak out on to the people around them. as the men dropped dead to the floor, Wildstar raced forward the grabbed the neck of the tour guide and whisper softly into her ear. 
 
"Now my dear, be a doll and tell me who has the combination to the vault?" 
 
Looking at him with her best sad puppy face, the tour guide eyes grew as big as those of a deer when caught in the headlights. The stupid whore didn't know. That meant she was of no use to him, and as his hand began to crackle with pure thermal energy, she screamed a blood chilling death curttle as tyhe skin of her neck melted away and all that was left of it was a bloody, pulpy mess. Damn, he though. The whore's blood had gotten on his shoes. whipping off his trenchcoat and tossing it on to the throne in which the pope sits when he holds court, Wildstar's lower body began to spin with as eye-popping force. As his lower body began to generate powerful gusts of wind, the people within the throne room were pushed away from him and into the walls of the throne room. None of them were of use to him. So, they all had to die. as the winds carried him off the ground with alarming force, Wildstar began to point his glowing fingers at the people being crushed into the walls of the throne room and fired a barrage of thermal blades into them, killing them with little effort. Worthless bastards. Now, he would have to do it the hard way.  
 
Whirling through the room as the tornado like affect of his lower body's ability to spin keep him airborne, Wildstar laughed as the bodies, paintings from arond the room, and the throne of the pope himself began to sin around the room smashing into each other creating a bloody storm of carnage around him until the vault door which is normally hidden behind a wall encompassing painting of the Last Supper became visible. Stopping his lower body's rotation, Wildstar dropped to the ground beneath him and walked to the Vault door. Once there, Wildstar stood directly in front of the huge steel door and dug his burning fingers into it. As the steel began to bubble and melt around his hands, Wildstar watched as the door began to warp itself until it was little more than a metallic goop around his feet. Stepping into the vault, Wildstar wished he had time to take some of the treasure in housed, but today he was after bigger game. making his way through the vault, The Fallen Star made sure to follow Gambler's instructions to the "T", watching out for the hidden traps in the floor and not touching any of the gold which lined the walls. He had no idea how Gambler got the intel on the Vatican's vault, but knowing Gambler, it involved things that ever he wanted no parts of. Just then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw the box. it was a mid-sized beautifully crafted rosewood box with crushed linen cloth inside and two gem that looked like they would command a hefty sum on the black market. One was red while the other was Yellow. They sparkled with a curious glow, but Wildstar knew better. He would not be the cat that was the latest vicim to curiousity's lure. Closing the box and picking it up, Wildstar had to fight his every instinct to not touch the gems as The King of Kings had ordered. Retreiving the box, and making his way through the Throne Room, Wildstar knocked on the door three times then openned it and came face to face with the head of the Wetworks team. As the two made their way out of the Vatican, and soldier had made his way toward them with a bundle of lazer discs. 
 
"Have all the survillance discs been rounded up and destroyed?" 
 
The soldier nodded in reply. 
 
"Good, now make sure to put those in their place. By noon time today, Feral Nova will be wanted by every government around the world." 
 
With a simple nod, the soldier was off to carry out his mission.      
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30 years in Future

 
 I can hear breathing behind me, taking in all of my body but I kept logging in the coordinates. His touch sends a chill through my spine and I swat his hand away and he chuckles before speaking "What makes you think this will help at all. You of all people from what I have told you know everything happens for a reason, they died nothing more. What makes you think what your going to do then is going to change that." His voice is callus and devoid of any emotion but he was right. What I am doing will change nothing my husband will be dead a man who changed his life after coming back to be a peaceful man. Who following the footsteps of his friends kept the world in peace for a while...before they made themselves once again. He trusted them...and then they betrayed him. They knew if he wasnt taken out first he would have proved to be the biggest threat, they tried taking my son...and now he may very well die fighting the ones who killed his father. 
 
I pause stopping typing in the location and date turning around to face him "Sinister...I know all of what your saying. But it wont stop me from giving them a warning, if they are alert to what happens now maybe my husband can have a fighting chance. And my son wont grow up fatherless, is that so much to ask for? I am going whether you like it or not Essex." He grips my shoulder and a rush of rage flows through me "Darkchild was meant to die that day. Your son Goki is meant to die if he is meant to die, all of us are meant to die someday. Darkchilds fate was decided that day, he didnt go out like a coward he went out fighting. He damaged one of them didnt he, took the smug ones arm clear from his body. What your doing now will only give them a slight heads up, what they do then will happen no matter what you do. All is meant to pass, all is meant to die Tundra." Tundra swings her chair around and puts her palm to his forehead and here eyes glow bright and the back of Sinisters skull erupts in an explosion "Were you meant to die today? Dont know lets see." She took her husbands attitude to heart act when the action is right. Take out those who prove to be more of a hassle alive than dead. 
 
Pressing a button a system of computers erupts in bright lights an noises, suddenly a portal opens in front of Tundra, she tears up for a moment knowing she wont be able to see her husband. But she will know the people to go to, the ones known as Veritas. Stepping into the portal her body crumbles into pieces and is sucked into the portal. 
 
 

Present 2010

 
A warehouse lights up bright before the glass shatters along with every light and glass window on the street. Glass litters the street and every building lights up bright before going out, the electrical discharge of the portal opening is vast crippling three streets. Reforming she coughs and vomits falling to the ground heaving and retching she slams a fist into the floor of the building she arrived in cracking the floor board. Breathing in deep she looks around knowing it wasnt the destination she had wanted she says "Damn you Essex, you sonnova bitch. Why didnt you tell me reforming would be such a bitch?" she asks herself cursing his name. She stands dusting her cloths off of dust and debris, she looks at the date and finds it slightly disturbing and reassuring its been a week since her husbands death in this time. He never told her how he came to back to life, but she knew it wasnt for her to know at the moment she needed to get to the Veritas. And she knew only one way, a man who her husband saw as his friend before he died....Kurrent.
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Alex sat back in his chair and yawned, the glow of the numerous computer monitors casting an eerie light around the room. He glanced over at the clock hanging on the wall, 4 a.m. Alex sighed, he had been trying to figure out the pattern for over twelve hours now. Something big was going on and he knew it, he just couldn't figure out what. Some one, somewhere, had been moving massive amounts of rescources looking for something. Records of shipments and people sent out all over the world, but no trace of who and what was being moved. It was as if they simply disappeared. Some one was keeping this under very heavy secrecy, and Alex wanted to know who, but all he found was one dead end after another. Wiped files, erased records, missing data. Whoever this was definitely knew what they were doing. 
 
Alex swore under his breath and leaned forward again. He was not used to being unable to find what he wanted. In the virtual world there were always records, traces, paper trails. This was his specialty, he always found what he needed to before, but now... Now he was going against some one expierienced in keeping secrets. They were thorough in their attempts to cover their tracks, definitely not amatures. However, they weren't quite good enough. Small details slipped through their net, and Alex picked up every one of them. Nothing helpful, but just enough to know he wouldn't be able to solve this on his own. 
 
Suddenly a red alert light blinked on one of the monitors. "What the hell...?" a recon probe had picked up something. Wait, the Vatican? His probe at the Vatican ony ended up there through faulty navigation hardware. All this time searching and in the end luck gets me something new. Alex expanded the image from the probe onto the entire monitor. "Oh, my god."  RPG fire on the Vatican soon followed by machine guns. These people were well equipped and well organized, everything happened in unision. Quickly manipulating the control he moved the drone in closer.  
 
Then something caught Alex eye. Sensors picking up massive thermal output. Guiding the probe to the source of the discharge he saw a man carrying small box exiting the Vault of the Vatican. Treasure and wealth beyond imagining in there and he grabs one box? He must be following orders. These people are only here for one reason, and whatever it is can't be good. That box has something in it worth far more than trinkets and gold. Double checking the stealth systems on the probe he moved it in closer in time to record just one phrase from the man "....put those in their place. By noon time today, Feral Nova will be wanted by every government around the world." 
 
And then like this was the queue for all hell to break loose, two more Alert lights blinked on from other probes. One from Denver, Colorado; the other right here in the city. Alex shifted his attention to the probe in the city. Readings showed a massive electrical buildup, then suddenly glass shattering over the entire area lights overloading and then.... static. Damn, looks like the probe got caught in the blast. I'll have to divert a few others to check it out. 
 
Now looking at the last probe's scans he saw something streak down like a commet and slam into the earth. Then there was something else going on, people running and screamming. And then just as quickly as it started, a lone figure flew off out of scan range. 
 
"So, the first domino falls." Whatever was going on here, it was BIG. Their time of secrecy had finally ended and they were moving out all across the world, putting the plan into action. Alex didn't know what was going on or what it was all for, but he knew this would change the world as he knew it.
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 By the time Angelique and Surreal Diablo had arrived, the Vatican was on total lockdown. Black smoke continued to stream overhead while debris and human remains lay scattered just beyond the illustrious gates. "Dis smash and grab tactic had all the subtly of a rampaging Rhino no?" hissed Angelique. The disdain in her voice clearly visible as she continued to survey the tragedy. "Yes, but none the less, whoever is responsible appears to have accomplished their mission." responded Surreal. "We need to get inside and have a look around."

With the swiftness and grace reminiscent of a Mamba's strike the two fem fatales seemingly disappeared in broad daylight. Utilizing the shadows in an almost supernatural like manner as they easily evaded detection, and entered the sacred vaults of the Vatican. The lower levels housed several secret tunnels and passages that had been carved out long before the foundation had been constructed. As impressive and prestige's as the Vatican City's history was, the unwritten history was far more intriguing. "My parents use to speak of of dis place with a certain level of caution. Almost as if they were scared of awaking a past they did not wish to face. They spoke of a man and woman, the true leaders of the Vatican, they would call them. It would be wise of use to avoid these two at all costs." Cautioned the young assassin.

As they continued deeper and deeper, they could here the infamous Swiss Guard several floors above frantically trying to restore order. Suddenly, "In here Angelique, I've found something." whispered Surreal as she pushed against a specific section of the cobble stone wall. As it opened both master and student were taken back with astonishment. "I don't believe it" gasped the LeBeau Legacy. "What madness is this?" questioned Surreal. Both staring straight ahead at the war torn flag of the Third Reich as it hung on the far wall, the menacing red lining the borders with the World famous Swastika positioned dead in the center. All around the room lay symbols and reminders, authentic paraphernalia as well as old movie reels. Angelique knew full well what they had discovered, her fear consuming every muscle. "Dis, dis is his. All of it. Dis is dee Baron's trophy room." she stuttered. "Angelique you're not making any sense. What do the Nazi's and this...Baron, have to do with Rome and the Vatican?"

"My parents, the LaS, they.....they entered a pack wit Hitler's right hand man during WW2. Dat man was dee Baron. Together they manipulated the war as well as dee World from behind dee scenes. And in exchange for their help, dee Baron withdrew his hold over France and dee LaS relinquished their claim to Europe. Dee Baron and his Sixty Six hold sway over all of dis, over all of Rome. I had thought it nothing more dhen a bedtime story, but its true, all of it." Without hesitation Angelique grabbed Surreal's arm and pulled her out of the room. "If we have been sent to steal from dee Baron, dhen we have been sent on a fool's errand Sensei.

As easily as they had infiltrated the Vatican, they just as easily escaped. Their stealth techniques a masterful work of art. Yet both remained unsettled by their discovery, and although neither spoke a word of what they had seen, the implications continued to circulate through their minds. Finally after creating a safe distance Surreal commented. "I do not pretend to know what this all means Angelique, but I do know we have a job to do regardless. I picked up our mystery robbers trail back at the Vatican and with our speed we could easily run them down within the hour. But I need to know that your head is in this. Are you with me?" "Of course Sensei, now and forever."

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What is dominations? Is it a simple act that can be achieved with a single move? Is it the swift suddenness   of conquering without a hint of suspicion? No for totally and utter domination is something that takes time, years possibly. Though with time an advantage is formed briskly as suspicion soon success to acknowledge the participants that once attempted it. For their minds like sheep are so swiftly detailed by the winds of that which surrounds them in their everyday life to ever worry about failed attempted of those who they even forgot the names of. Yet this is when domination occurs when the public feel they are safe, when they assume that the worst has passed this is when to conquer this is when they are the weakness. When the heroes and neutral are dealing with their own dilemmas that not even the world know about when they are too preoccupied with their own lives to worry about that of earth when they are out fighting battles beyond the stars…that is when to strike, that is when they are the weakness.

“I am the broken, the tormented the bruised and I shall remain so for eternity until I am able to vanquish the chains of death that bind me.”

 Darkness fell across the land like a long outstretched hand. It clasped itself around the day and killed all that got in its way. Darkness superseded the light it hid the day and brought forth night, for no one can break a grip so tight for darkness puts up a hell of a fight. Darkness was everywhere consumed both that of land and air, where it goes it does not care for it can go anywhere. Darkness like a dagger held tight to ensure the establishment of night, a beast that no one dares to fight it blocked out all the light. Darkness lingered in the air aloft, a midnight curtain appearing so soft. Its manifestation un-denied as is eternal power formed a tide. That which blocked out the sun that caused all life to run, has once again filled the earth, and destroyed all it’s worth. Nothing can escape its grasp though when it comes to pass. All will soon be reviled as is it finally comes to a heeled.

Name: Alexandra Brook Monroe; Alias: Rapture, Brook; Parents: Laura Greystoke and Vincent Monroe; Age: Currently 14 earth years; Appearance: 19; Race: Unknown; Powers; The ability to disintegrate all mater with a touch, limited flight, and the ability to manifest electrical darkness; Weaknesses:   Holy weapons and Silver; Location: Underneath the previous Zero Squad headquarters.  

Brook’s small body consumed by sweat and grim barely remained standing. The silence was constantly shattered by the deep inhaling and exhaling of her throat as she gasped for air yet did not need it. The moisture of the atmosphere caused her snow white locks of hair to stick to her body like that of the vines in the Amazon. The humidity was beyond anything but it was facts that the deeper underground you were to travel the hotter it would become. The moisture in the air nevertheless was mixed with that of her own sweat that her body excreted from her pale skin. She was tired and frustrated for more than 24 hours she had been in this location using her abilities to destroy and absorb matter with a touch, using her strength to dig as deep as possible to find a gem, something that obviously Gambler desired greatly.

Gambler, the recent leader of the villain team known as The initiative. They were a team superior to any other, for any team with a Leader such as the shifty Cajun. For he was unlike another leaders on this plant, his ingenious insanity was beyond the understanding of any mere mortals.  Nevertheless that was not the reason she followed him, and remained under his thumb.   Her reasons for working under this man were much more personal in truth it had nothing to do with her, but with her mother. These were her thoughts as she placed the palm of her bare hand against the cold dirt and rock.  She watched as everything she touch instantly faded as it swarmed gallons and gallons of energy into her body. It stung magnificently as she felt for moments rock against her flesh.   For the touch of anything against her skin she had never felt not since the death of her mother.

Her fists constantly punched against the rock with great force using all of her strength and all of the power that she could possibly muster. She had to find it, it had to be here. She had spent hours of time digging and research to locate it yet even now she had been unable too. Her mission was that of her first it was known to be difficult and so that was why she chose it. Though she had asked Gambler specifically to go alone she was beginning to doubt her choice. She desired to prove herself despite her age but with her age she had the same recklessness and impatience of her mother.

Eventually after all the punching she found herself over 20 miles underground. The palms of her hand were blood strained and raw of flesh. She was no presently on her knees as her charcoal black eyes stared out in the darkness. She would have cried if her body retained the capacity, but it did not. She knew that the mission needed to be completed and so she would. Out of pure Anger and hatred she sent her fist into the rock wall in front of her. Along with that a loud scream escaped her lips as she continued to hammer it with her fists.   Eventually she heard that of the sound of crystal hitting the ground. Instantly her body soon stopped as she froze. Her eyes darted to that which caused the sound. Using her hands to ignite energy as for a light she soon saw it shimmer off something that must have fallen beside her.

If she could feel positive emotions, the emotion would be that of hope and joy all at once. But as her hands skimmed suddenly the ground below her began to give way. Soon both her body and that of the gem had fallen through the cracks in the crust of the earth. In mid falling her eyes remained locked on the jewels as out of impulse reached for it. The heat intensified but she didn’t care, she needed to grab it. To her luck she managed to clasp her hand around it tightly but the sudden realization came to her of her powers. She waited for the flash bang and the energy to enter her but it never did. Soon grabbing a hold of herself she stopped herself using her flight ability and hovered for a moment in the tunnel she had caused. Her eyes stared a the gen that came in contact with her flesh. She was shocked but her mind soon came to other thoughts as she slid her hand to her communications device. “This is Rapture of the initiative, code delta 6-6-6, I’ve recovered the gem and will arrive shortly to your location”. With that she lowered the device as she soon flew upward. She might have desired to return to base but before she did she had another Idea.    

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 New Orleans, Lousiana.

Maya had been stationed in New Orleans for at least 4 months now, making sure the bayou city got back to running smoothly; everything seemed to be running smoothly, so she figured it was time to leave the city in the hands of the mayor.“I must go now… but I want you to take down my phone number, I’m placing this city under-“   Her attention taken by a plane landing on the far side of the block. People began running down the street to greet the people, they had set up a barricade and began tossing out, Food and water.

“Took you guys long enough to get here” Maya said with her hands folded, the head guard in charge stepped up to greet her. “Well Well Well, Maya Lopez, AKA Solace, You really don’t know how much I wish you weren’t registered right now so I could shove her pretty little face in the mud”. Maya smiled and then turned back to the masses muttering under her breath. “Yeah well if all these people were not here I’d make you a vegetable.  Another guard walked up on the two and whispered something in his ear; Maya being a nosey hussy read the man’s mind.

However before she could hear what he was saying her mind, veered off taking her to someplace she hadn’t been before. Looking up she could see a silhouette of a man and a woman holding a gauntlet of some sort with four gems.   The link between her and her premonition was cut, when someone touched her. It was the guard whom she had spoke with just a few moments ago.   She opened her eyes, while he was still addressing his subordinate. “Yeah well they just found the final one, and it one be long now.” Maya pushed the man’s hand off her shoulder, which drew his attention back to her. “Right, you can leave now, New Orleans is now under the protection of the Iniative”

Maya gave a distasteful look and then replied with, “Does this have anything to do with meeting with the green dragons a month ago?” the man laughed. “No I work for someone a bit local, and besides that Asian wench has no idea, of what’s in store for her” he kept nudging Maya with his rifle. She started to take an offense at the whole thing so she gave him a warning.

“The next time you touch me with that rifle, I’ll beat senseless with it” without a thought Maya took off into the air, heading for the L.O.V.E HQ. No sooner than Solace entered the HQ, She found the Inaitive had taken the place over.

“Freeze Maya Lopez!” a guard said with a red beam aimed right at her forhead.   “Where is Feral Nova?” he said with a cold and harsh tone. Maya’s eyes raised, she had faced Nova, before her match with Charmix in the KOV, but she had not seen her sense. “I don’t know”. Maya replied with the utmost sincerity.

“Where’s Sha?” He asked again, with his gun still creeping up her forhead. “Sha is dead, and she has been dead for a year now” The man laughed at then pointed at the screen.   “Then who is that” he pointed at the Tv screen, and Maya saw a women with black hair, in front of what looked like the VT tower, only from the looks of the background it was the Solace city bay.

“I told you I don’t know!” Maya said this time enraged. The man moved down to the floor where she was. “Well than that means you’re a pretty phony psychic, your friend Nova is wanted for theft on a global scale if, I find your lying to me…I will be back.” He and his troops quickly exited the building and took off in their vehicles.  Many of the LOVE HQ members was just staring at her as if she was supposed to do something, but how could she legally, she was supposed to be searching for Nova, but she couldn’t think of a reason to.

“What the hell is going on???”   She said trying to get a grip on what was happening.  One of the LOVE admins came into the room she was in and offered her coffee.

“Well you’re not an ICE Dragon anymore Solace” the woman said while brushing her hair. Maya almost took offense, but she had no clue what she meant. “I mean you were always under the protection of Andferne, and Lstpaladin…it’s time for you to grow up…”

Maya got out of the chair and then thought about hooking up with an ex-teammate. “AVERY!” he’d know what to do. Not knowing wheatear to go underwater or to the ICE mansion, she created 2 separate forms of herself. One to stay back at Watch for Feral Nova, the Other to Slight’s home, in other words the ICE mansion.

I’ll probably have to teleport in… in doing so, she teleported to the ICE mansion, careul not to step on any, auto torrent sensor, she let out a beacon from her mind to Avery’s. “Avery wake up, I need your help!”

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The broken tower was an echo of a past horror that shock the hero community to it’s core. The Zero Squad had once been a light of hope in a dark world and even their history was filled with horror and pain, a sickening remainder of the pain that comes with wearing the mask. Sovereign Son had travelled thirty years into the future, where he was told a story and how the heroes would fall. An epic battle would take place as heroes from all over the world fought to bring justice to an unjust world. A world that had become blinded by a trinity of villains and their team, who slowly grew an army under the nose of the worlds governments and when they finally realized what had happened it was to late to react. He had been told of Arrow, Rina and Gambler how it was them that turned the battle field to dust, Gambler held a glove with gems that even his two partners feared, but in the end when the last hero fell casting the three into another dimension, the children took up their arms and took the places of their parents. But he had a chance; a chance to prevent that all from happening, a chance to make sure his daughter would not have to live without her mother or father at her side. It had broken his heart to see his older daughter stand in tears as she saw him. This was not all about him, he could save so many lives all he had to do was get one gem before anyone else and prevent that day from every happening. So here he stood at the very bottom of the Zero Squad tower itself!

Memories of when he had fought Final Arrow here along with Renegade Lantern and the others only to be fooled. Of course this is where the Gem would be hidden, the pain and battles that had caused this team to fall where worse then any other. But Mike was not alone, turning his body he remained in the shadows, his black uniform gave him more then enough cover as two of the Initiative moved into plain sight. Mikes good eye watched as they moved into the moon light. One had a purple uniform on that covered him head to toe apart from his mouth and what appeared to be two round disc over his hands. His name was Mark Willis a former member of the HFC lower ranked thugs; Gambler had a knack for people following him. Mark was a married man with two children and stood a staggering six foot nine, he was built well but useless in a close quarter battle, he relied on his powers to much. Of course like most hired help, he had a alias, Shockwave they called him; a mutant with the ability to force sound waves to become physical and use them in a direct attack from his arms, the disc on his arms would amplify the attack and force the direction where it was needed. Next to him stood a young man in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, Sarah had been keeping an eye on the Initiatives new recruits. The young man was known as The Prodigy, catchy name Mike smiled to himself, unlike shockwave the kid was a fighter plain and simple, he could see an action and copy it in an instant. Sarah did not have much more then that to go on, he had kept his power a secret until he finished high school and signed straight up with the army, which of course in turn brought him to the initiative.

Keeping out of there eye site, he moved closer to get a bet look at what they where doing. “So why are we here anyway” the kid asked kicking the ground at his feet, a limp cigarette hanging from his mouth; He had a thick southern accent, Mike made a mental note to tell Sarah, maybe she could dig up more on him. The kid had black hair and green eyes, he still looked like he was in high school, but was not what the women would call a looker. He was rough round the edges and looked more like a line blocker up close. Mark was unshaved and looked rough as always, Mike wondered if he was still drinking to keep the demons away. “Look kid I don’t like it just as much as you, but we have to make sure the area is clear before big red makes her entrance.” The Kid shrugged and Mikes ear piece buzzed placing his hand over it he looked away from the two men who where now staring at the tower in front of them “No hold your positions, only move if things get to hot.” Mike had wasted no time in getting a small strike force ready when he returned in time, a small group of people he trusted to get the job done.

Looking back the two where still moaning about the tower, he did not have time to fight both of them nor did he really want to and from the sounds of it someone with a lot more power was going to be knocking on the front door of the Zero Tower very soon, he had to move. Breaking off from the shadows Mike began to move just as he had been trained to, unclipping a flash bang from his belt he tossed it between their legs. The kid Span in an instant looking at Mike as Shockwave fired a shot off knocking the flash bang away from them and towards the tower in a rain of dust as it exploded in a flash against the night sky. The Prodigy was already making his way towards Sovereign Son and Mike winked at him and pointed down towards the kids feet. He may have been able to copy a fighters moves almost perfectly, but that was his biggest flaw he never endured the training or knew how to improvise outside of those moves. As mike had thrown the flash bang he had also dropped an amulet given to him by Precise. All it took was enough pressure and it could teleport you anywhere in the world, It just so happened that Mike asked for this one to be set for half way across the world in a jail cell, Sarah had seen to the rest of the details. Prodigy sighed “mother..” As the kid vanished in a puff of purple smoke, Shockwave stood and looked towards mike.

“Sovereign Son right?” he asked in a Manhattan accent, Mike nodded and looked at him, “we met once before, but you where Last Arrow back then, tell you one thing I remember that right hook, placed me in hospital for six weeks you did!” Mike smiled “Sorry about that.” Mark shrugged “No worries, your on one side of the fence im on the other. So look I don’t want to end up in hospital for several weeks and you want to get by me. So do you have some type of knock out gas on you?” Mike pulled out a small disc given to him courtesy of Nighthunter “Yeah that’ll do it, so nice seeing you again” Mike laughed as he threw the disc “Night Mark”… Mark began to pass out and Sovereign Son made his way to a plaque that sat in front of the tower, making sure to pick up the amulet on the way and placing it in his back pocket. Walking over he pulled out a small black mag-lite  read the words on top of the brass heroes never died. They are only sleeping at the bottom of our mind, waiting for our call. When We have need of them. They represent the wisdom of our hearts” He looked up to see Rapture flying off into the sky, his ear piece buzzing with noise, "She has the Gem" was all that he heard in the chaos that had happend. Mark had bought the girl sometime and now she was taking to the sky... Mike smiled "Fire" a short burst of smoke exploded from the shadows to the left as the rpg took to the air heading straight towards rapture.

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The the secret world of religion, a world of testaments of power and relics of a time long forgotten. Beneath the very heart of the city sits one of it’s largest secret only know to a few outside of the capital of religion knew about, It in some ways is known to others parts of the Vatican’s actions in time have shown it’s true colours from time to time. During the end of WWII the helped war criminals escape from allied forces, later they would also invest in some of banks as well. A man only known as the Baron sits at the head of the pulling the strings of the world to answer his wishes and he has been doing this for many years. The Baron was a leader of an elite force during WW2, The Sixty Six where a group of powerful humans brought together by Hitler himself, the team was lead by the iron hand of The Baron. One of the most powerful weapons at the hands of the Axis. Years before this station The Baron was part of a relic hunting team, he gained his powers by drinking the blood of an unknown origin. At first nothing happened but after that he gained new powers every day. His foresight was seconded to none and this is why Hitler placed him as the head of the Sixty Six. Hitler did not know that this would in fact lead to his down fall using a time machine he removed himself from the war and placed himself in a future he had orchestrated for himself with the help of the Sixty Six. Sitting he watched as a whole was blown into the side of his building and he did nothing.

The room was covered in white marble in the centre sat a pool of blood and he simple sat in it, his blonde hair matted with the crimson essence. As he stood a small smile crossed his face, walking out of the pool he stepped onto the cold marble leaving no foot prints behind him. His body had no fat and was pure muscle, as he turned there was not a single drop of blood on him. With a wave of his hand the began to rebuild itself, The Finder was across the other side of the world dealing with a small matter in the . The Baron was a beautiful man and was the inspiration behind Hitlers perfect nation. Closing his eyes the room faded and he reappeared fully dressed in the office of the pope. The baron wore a long green rifles man jacket that stopped just above his feet, underneath he wore the uniform of an SS officer. The Pope was already kneeling when The Baron walked towards him “Heir baron It is an…” lifting out his hand the pope took it and kissed The Barons knuckles “You my stand” The Baron retracted his gloved hand and took the seat behind the popes desk. “I require the rings I gave you some years ago, when you where a young boy in . The ones I asked for you to keep safe for me?”  The pope removed a small bag from behind his tunic and handed it to him “You have done well, I did the correct thing choosing you for such an important job.” And with that the baron vanished once again.

Standing on top of the building he was met by two men who where head to toe in black, gas mask covered their faces. This was perhaps a joke the Doktor made aimed at The Finder and The Baron could not help but smile just a little. The men felt no pain and where trained since childhood to fight. Each of them carried razor sharp knifes, hidden underneath their suits. “I wish you to bring me his daughter” they needed nothing else her scent was already in the building . They dived of the building and into the night to hunt down their target. Reaching into the bag The Baron removed two small rings, the rings themselves where nothing important, just cast silver but in each of them sat a gem. The Baron was no fool and knew how to hide something important a lesson he learnt from Hitler. Hitler survived more assassination attempts then any other man he knew, the simple rule was always have something in plain sight, but never have yourself to be seen.

Hitler had doubles who looked like him placed in key positions in the world, but never once left himself. Something the Doktor had worked on and this also helped when Hitler needed to be replaced. But that was the key to everything, The Baron smiled in the moon light his blonde hair danced in a small breeze the Gems that had been so easily taken where nothing but simple replica’s with a spark of magic. Something that would draw the attention away from the real gems he had given to a young boy in all those years ago, a young boy who with the help of the Sixty Six would become the pope in 2008 and once again his foresight had worked. He held the two gems in his hand his laugh filling the night sky as he waited for the child and her partner to be brought to him.

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People shouting everywhere, people running over each other, but running from what? His head turned and all he could see were shadows and a person who was like him, wearing a hat and a tuxedo, his face like a skeleton but with some face left on it. He couldn´t see who the other guys were but they weren´t friendly, he could see something but not much all he could see were just black faces and nothing else, he didn´t even see what they were doing that made people run away from them. But why was the person who was like him there? Wasn´t he one of the good guys? It wasn´t long when he turned his head at him and walked towards him, they way he walked was just strange, same walk as Recon did. He stopped right in front of him and then took a deep breath and his breath filled his nostrils with gasoline and stinky onions. "Don´t trust anyone!" the person said as the vision slowly blurred but the last thing he remembered was that he aimed a gun towards his head and shot two bullets right between the eyes.  
 
Recon jumped up and couldn´t breath, it was all a dream, all that happened just before was all a dream, it couldn´t be true. But this things happened few times in Recon´s dreams before, it all started happening when he came out of the hospital few months ago, something happened and Recon was blamed for killing six innocent people while a building was on fire and Recon tried to save the people trapped but someone was there as well, but who? His face was burned and he had some kind of tape wrapped around his head for the bleeding and the burnt face wouldn´t get any worse.  
"It was all a dream, it was all a dream. " Recon thought, trying to put all the puzzles together, about the people running around, Recon being one of the bad guys, and why he couldn´t trust anyone.  
 

"These few weeks, doctor. I´fe had thesse dtreams thats I´m killing innocentt people." Recon stopped for a moment to take a breath, it was hard to talk while having all that wrapped around his head. "Itt all happened when I came to the hospital just few months ago, but they just come from time to time, but I wonder if they are true."  
"Do you worry if this is the truth? That your going to kill innocent people? That you alone is going to begin a chaos that will rue this world?" the doctor said, holding a file and fixing his glasses.  
"I never said that I would be alone in this. But I was just wondering if this would be the future for me? "  
"The future is what you make it, my boy. You alone, control your own future. "  
 
Recon listened very closely to the doctors final words, before he continued he dropped the file on the wooden table. "Do you want to be an Angel or do you want to be a Demon? And before you answer those questions you need to take your medicine and rest. " the doctor handed Recon three yellow pills and one white, and his words did not even sound right, either Recon is hearing worse then ever or the doctor is talking nonsense. Before the doctor left the room he pat Recon on the back, and that while Recon was taking a sip on the water glass the doctor handed him just a second ago, making Recon cough. 
 
"Forgot to mention, you´ll be going home tomorrow. " the doctor said. 

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The sound of a gun cocking overshadows the sounds of keys being tapped feverishly, she feels the barrel at the back of her head "What are you doing here? Your not allowed here. State your name" Tundra quickly snaps the mans hand with hers snatching the gun with one hand and aiming it back at him "Dont worry hun, wont take but five minutes. You really want to push me right now? All I need right now are codes." The man gulps and mans up "But what do you want at a power grid." She looks away from the computer screen an gives him a look "We both know that this isnt a power grid, your weapon that I am now holding is a military issue. And the files I skimmed past to get to this level told otherwise, we both know your with the Program." The man swallows what was probably vomit, and Tundra laughs "Dont worry sugah, I am not here to hurt or stop what you plan on doing in this city. You guys do that all on your own in about five years. I am here simply wanting the codes to the taps you have all made on all of the teams. Direct me to the folder please." she aims the gun to his groin an pulls the hammer back. 
 
Lifting a shaking hand he points an guides her "Thank you babe." She flips the gun catching it by the barrel before slamming the grip into the side of his head knocking him out "Pity these guys wipe themselves out, dont even need to tell Darkchild about it in this time. Their own experiments take them down from within." She turns back around grabbing a flash drive as it finishes transferring the codes and she leaves. 
 

Abandoned Circuit City  

 
 
Tapping a laptop she had stolen on her way over she plugs herself into a large server and begins typing in codes and keys locking her into multiple places. With a smile on her face she says "Gotta love the laziness of people, they never wonder who will use their stuff." With a deep breath she presses enter and the screen washes over with code.  Finally going completely black and then returning a moment later with multiple screens each with a name Vine Titans, Veritas, Ice Dragons and every hero team disbanded or still together she has to get the word out. 
 
In each base computer screens shine on and a lovely face is shown on each screen all around the world. She coughs just realizing what shes doing "Alright...haha...jesus never knew I was camera shy." Shaking her fear away she starts "I know this will sound like a bad movie script but what I am about to tell you all is the truth. I am from thirty years in the future where all of you, every single one of you and a large portion of the villains in the world are dead. Every one of you are gone, no heroes left in the world...albeit your children. But they are no where near as strong as they need to be to fight what they must, but I didnt come here to tell you about your future children. I came back to tell you that their is a coup beginning I dont know exactly who started the rise of ultimate power but it starts with the Initiative. Gambler he doesnt know at all the power which he wishes to take grasp of, someone in his ranks will betray the trinity and in the future wipe even him out. You need to stop him from getting the gems...at all cost. If you can stop him from achieving this you might have a fighting chance, I didnt come to change anything else. I came to warn you of the doom that will reign down on this world and turn mine into what it has become. Please stop him, or I wont see my husband again and your children will die fighting what remains. They cannot fight HIM, he will kill all of them if we dont stop this. Stop it at the beginning, please. If your with Kurrent, tell him I need to tell him something. Follow this line and you ill find me.  " Then the transmission is cut as she pulls the connection. Not wanting to rant anymore, they must not know all of them know what the future holds for them. 
 
But even if they survive the gauntlet and change history things will still happen. She cant let him die she needs to tell Kurrent how he will die "I am going to try an save as many people as I can today."
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 Fire go boom” the voice echoed the compound of Zero tower bouncing off the walls as if it was enhanced the men below craning their necks to view the tiny figure that had appeared sitting cross legged on the air. As Rapture flowed upwards Rina’s hand flung out to her side to catch the missile aimed at her friend spinning it around in her hands she pressed her lips together gently and blew, soft pink ooze sputtered out of her mouth as she blew harder and harder until the missile itself was encased, letting it go she smiled and slammed her fist against the side of the bubble. The missile exploded inside the bubble, its fire contained Rina flowed her hands over the pink ball of light rolling it around in the air “Fire make pretty ball, do you see it Rapture?” the other girl moved to hover near the immortal as Rina addressed her “Tag I’m It” she smiled at Rapture as she tagged her hand at the girls, grabbing the gem and winking.  Rapture nodded with a smile and flew back to the Initiative compound. Standing up straight the one eyed girl hovered in the air well above the squad tower, her new uniform of orange and blue mixed in with the sunlight as it glinted off the blades crossed behind her back. Walking across the air she moved down invisible stairs until she landed in front of her Uncle. The soldier shook his head slightly at his men, letting them know to do nothing for now.

 “Uncle Mike, what are you doing trying to stop Gambler from getting what he needs?” Mikes smile matched her own a man of wit and function he played her as easily as a fiddle with his next sentence, his intention clear to those around him, but not to the tiny immortal in front of him, her power so great she could click her fingers and implode his heart, he had balls this one. “It can’t have meant much to him if he sent his little girl lap dogs to do his duty now can it Rina dear” hand’s on his hips he raised an eyebrow as the girl narrowed her own. Stepping across the rubble around them she skipped from rock to rock as she spoke,  circling the group of men, trying hard to control her anger as Gambler had taught her “Daddy tells me I am important, and Gambler works hard to train me so I am strong and fast, so…” her voice broken as she made a big jump from one rock to the other, her hair flying behind her as she started to get faster “there is obviously a reason I am here” Mike raised a hand gently signalling for his men to do nothing as he could feel them shifting behind him, nervous by her behaviour. “Rina dear, you cannot believe your father cares for you, your mother was a vampire whore and your father took advantage, much as Gambler will take advantage of your… trust” pausing he noticed the slight hitch in the girls step as he spoke, the air around them beginning to crackle as her annoyance grew “after all, Gambler has his own REAL daughter to look after and your father… has other children” he knew this would work, knew it was his only defence against her. Rina’s hair blew across her face as she tried to reply, her pain and anger building as she desperately though of a reply, some way to blast away the words he had aimed at her. Irritation and annoyance built up until she finally snapped bending over she slammed her fist into the ground and screamed and ungodly scream, the air around them began to spin as the wind picked up, lightning followed thrusting into the ground around them as if it rose from the ground itself, there was no sound, no thunder or roar of the wind, just that scream. The men crouching to cover their ears as she began to move around them, running around the rocks screaming louder and louder, purple light flying out of her mouth and her eyes.

The light followed her as she ran, circling the men as she began to skip faster and faster around the men, encasing them in a glowing purple shield, whipping up the boulder, rocks and gravel surrounding them she moved faster and faster until she was simply a blur. Rocks raced through the air following her command, boulders twice the size of houses whistled through around chasing the orange and blue blur of light, Soverign Son and his men stood firm in the middle moving closer to each other as they followed their leader’s movements and did nothing. Suddenly the scream vanished and there was silence as Rina;s body began moving upwards, the rocks holding their continued pattern of spinning as she moved further away the purple blur flowing behind her. Standing on the air above them she looked down at her uncle, his one eye focusing on hers, the pair like mirrored images of each other. Raising her hands above her head her lips parted as she whispered “fire” before slamming her hands together and focusing the rocks on the men in the middle, flying the objects at them with incredible force, purple light shone from inside, trapping any magic inside. 

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3 months ago…

A figure could be seen falling from nowhere. It looked as if it was maybe a deflated balloon, or something of the like, but once one took a closer look, they could see black and red. Flails of ruby strands whipped through the air, coated black limbs tumbled. The creature was a woman, with caramel skin. With her body, came along a silver and red slab. Again, when you took a closer look, you could see its intricacies and details. The blood colored sections filling crevices, and slits to small for human hands to paint. It was an enchanted battle axe sword. It goes by the name of Jo.

There was a great thud, dust spouted from the earth, and then when it cleared the woman was gone. Malice had the ubiquitous ability of invulnerability, so this fall was little damage to her frame. She got up, and walked away from the site of what should have been her death.

In the distance she saw glimmers of glass windows, and she knew that she was coming up on a city. She wondered which one it was, as she’d not been in this world for too long. Making her way closer to its monolith’s she saw it say . By the time she got to the city, the sky was dark, and the city lit up. People of all kinds trounced around in scantily clad uniforms, and others seemed to be out of their minds, yelling out obscenities to everyone they came across.

Malice had no interest in staying in this place, and so she asked for the quickest way to a place call . One of the civilians, frightened by her dominating appearance gave her directions, in the meekest fashion. Then, a woman who came from nowhere, and was obviously drunk, or what they called in Wonderland, imbibed, stared to yell at Malice. Going over the situation in her head, the Warlordess took out her sword, signifying her decision.

She brought it out to her side, and swung it lightly. Jo hit the woman’s face, causing her to fall to the ground. Blood seeped out of her wound, and Malice walked away. She did not notice the crowd of people gathering around the woman. Now with a distance of fifty feet between them, the Queen of War and Wonderland heard someone call out “Hey you stop where you are, and drop your weapon!”   She kept walking, and paid no attention to the voice of the man. But once again, she heard it, and this time, there was more force and thrust in the command. “ I said stop…Or I will shoot you where you stand…So help me God”

Malice turned around, taking Jo from its place upon her back, and driving it into the hard street. Facing the man, who was dressed in a tan, brown and yellow suit, and pointing a gun at her, she spoke in a wicked voice “The only God that can do anything to me is the Blood God Khorne. Which reminds me, I’ve yet to claim a life in his name… For Khorne!!!” She exclaimed loud enough for people upon stars to hear. Swinging Jo, blade side towards the policeman’s head, he was quickly dispatched.

Others were coming now, and feeling no want for attention of any kind, Malice used her newfound ability to summon the dragon known as Draak to her at will. (one of the many perks that came with pledging allegiance to Blood God Khorne)

A gust of wind exploded with a sound that would annihilate eardrums, and a beast of epic proportions appeared. It descended from nothingness, and landed in the middle of the street. Malice mounted its black and red body, leaving a wake of destroyed cars and infrastructure.

She rode of into the night, and then fell asleep…

Crows chirped, bringing the morning sun up. Its rays lit the world on fire, and the cock crowed waking the masses. A certain woman by the name of Alice Wonderland was already hours into her day. Creatures, stirred as they began their days and Malice breathed in the fresh air above the cityscapes.

High above the constant commotion and of the back of a red and black horned dragon she peered out in the distance. With the kick of her heel, and a screech, the beast commenced to a nosedive. Air whipped past her face, and ears, whistling archaic secrets, no one could understand anymore. The golden land below came closer into vision.

Draak landed, softly, his quirky limbs much softer now in the open space of the desert. Malice got down off the back of the beast, and buried her toes into the hot sand. Although it pained her mildly, it felt good, in a sandm sort of way. She sat up against Draak. He gave shade in the unrelenting sun, and just as she was about to take a nap from boredom and male physique appeared from the distorted hot air. “Who is this scoundrel”? She thought trying to keep herself calm.    

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#17  Edited By warlock360
 Being a passionate chess player, one always needs to think a few steps ahead of the opponent. Because, it is likely, he'll try too. Some moves though, cannot be calculated, are not predictable, and therefore, very dangerous. At Darkchild's funeral, one man did such a move. Corvus was present as Darkchild's hand was taken away by a mysterious figure. That figure was the unkown compound Corvus needed to figure out if he wanted to succeed in his future plans together with his new forged team "Exanimare" if he didn't want the man being of any concern.
 
Back at the fortress Corvus needed to lay his thoughts to rest and think of how to plan the unpredictable. Observation is the key... though he alone could not risk to do so, how fortunate that Ginju was part of the new found team and has own personal army to his disposal... which may prove forfitting if they gain the Preemptive strike. Team "Exanimare" has grown since it's original staff, a few members have joined, and who knows how many will follow, but as it stands at the moment, with Darkchild's bodypart missing, who knows what one would plan to do with a limb of a once so powerful being. 
 
"Yeah... Corvus here, tell Ginju i need to talk to him... tell him some run down shmuck with a sword from aunt betties antique-gift shop snatched the hand of that Darkchild fella, ... what?... yeah i know, still, brace yourself and tell him to call me back."he claps his cellphone down and ends the conversation, mumbling"...punk..."afterwards
 
The only place corvus was able to clear his mind, was in the great halls of the bastion, where he usuallly took his place leaning against a stone pillar. Business is going good, economical crisis comes to his pleasure, and he just somehow has a "magical" finger for it... all nick-nacks, the rest of the team must be informed, and in order to do so, he set up a video conference, linked to their mobile-phones, computers, any other visual output they had. 
 
"Alright guys, this is a visual uplink of corvus from the mansion, as a few of you may have heard now, Darkchild's hand was stolen by a mysterious character, now if this were your average joe we're talking here i wouldn't make such a fuss, obviously this is clearly not the case with Darkchild. Most of you know the extent of his powers, i only know them from here say but i can only go after what I've been told and heard of. Keep your eyes open and your mind clear, I don't know what we're dealing with here yet so if you smell something fishy, inform the others or go rogue.  Corvus out"the screen blacked out and all figures were set into motion, anything that happened from now on was in destinys hands... 
 
After that long day it was surely time to take a rest, corvus went up the stairway and into his guilded room. Velvet curtains, golden frames and smooth blankets, what more was there to ask for? Turning around as he took off his clothes he turned towards the mirror, reminding him of the scar on his face that brandmarked him to be who he is day... an irony really... almost what the villagers he persued in his young age were like... he became what he hated the most... 
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"The Illuminati is housed in the Pentagon, they're security naturally is on high alert. We also have the super-humans on that team to worry about but intel shows that Rina and Final Arrow are occupied elsewhere. This provides the perfect time to strike at Gambler and retrieve the gem swift and clean." The Master of Dread schemed methodically and posthaste, his hand stroking his chin with his face being obscured by his long flowing hair. Slowly as his clenched eyes inspected the Pentagon building, searching for weaknesses and possible spots for where Gambler may have hidden himself. 
 
"What of finding the location of the gem? We don't exactly possess gem tracking contraptions" The beautiful but wicked Lady Tlieso responded, hair flowing freely around her shoulders as if they were the snakes of Medusa, her finger nails tapping on the metal table their plans were laid out on. "The gems give off an increasingly high amount of energy to those that can sense energy, which means i will be able to sense it from miles away once we get there." Werner responded letting off a small devilish smirk. Tlieso countered with another inquiry. "What if Arrow and Rina are to return before we are done?" Werner already had that confrontation thought out. "I have my resources..." Werner slid his hand down his pocket, feeling for the rough, wooden cover of the spell book that Werner kept from his old master, the old steward of the throne.Werner looked away, his eyes fixed upon the hologram of the green gem Gambler currently held in his possession. A light that shone in the darkness of the war room, even through the measly light of a projector, its radiance is not impeded. "The Infinity Gems belong to the deity's who created it, not some french whelp!"  
 
Werner made preparations for the raid he was leading his newly formed team, Vis Vires into. The band of assassins, blood fiends and straight up miscreants all waited patiently for orders. In five minutes tops, Werner would open the portal to the Pentagon. Making his way out of the shadow room with Tlieso, clad in black carbodonium armor, his regular power suit would not accompany him on this mission, but the red ring that nested on his finger would. With every possible outcome played out into Werner's head and countered, he stood in front of his army. Doombots littered the gateway with his the Generals, Vis Vires, in front. 
 
Before they departed, Werner had an announcement to make. "Listen and listen carefully! You know the objectives, the mission priorities, the maximum time i want to spend on this mission is 20 minutes tops! The rallying point is the Pentagon entrance where me and Tlieso will open the portal again to retreat back to the HQ. Donnieman will be running point here at the HQ, informing us on basically anything that does not go to plan. The rest of you with me. Sol, Figaro, SS and Dollface are going to lead the head on attack. Lady Tlieso and Homicide will accompany me on the search for the gem, it should not take me long to find it so don't stray from the rallying point. No questions asked."  
 
Werner turned around, looking at LT and giving her a nod before facing the gateway. With the flip of a switch Donnieman opened the portal and Dread rushed through it, wasting no time. The scene outside was dark, perfect for a sneak attack. His troops followed closely behind him. He raised his arm up and with one loud battle roar he blasted the gates to the Pentagon and the battle went underway. 
 
Pulling himself, Lady Tlieso and Homicide out of the way of the army he turned towards Homicide. "Port us inside, i can already feel the gems presence as if it was here in front of me."

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Listening to Dread a smirk came to Figaro's face bright electricity shined through his teeth, He really could care less about the Gems themselves all he wanted to do was kill, was something he hadnt done in quite sometime. He yearned for the smell and taste of blood, his body tensed as he thought of the last time he had killed someone had been three days and the last kill wasnt as rewarding as he had wanted. 
 
After a few minutes if rambling Dreads voice simply disappeared in Figaro's mind as he turned the volume of his headset up higher, Dread noticing shot a glare at him only to get a finger salute and Figaro smiling. Standing up he nods his head to dread giving him reassurance that he did in fact listen to the orders given and he simply walked out of the room making his way to his room. Sol spun up beside him "Work together we are?" Figaro knew the man was attempting his Yoda impression again failing miserably putting his arm on Sols shoulder Figaro smile "Unfortunately so...now beat it. I need to get ready." Figaro sent a jolt to Sol and the man hissed an raked a claw through the air before spinning away "Idiot." Figaro said loudly before closing his door hard. Turning on a light he opened his closet to show two metal claws each fashioned with a gauntlet on the top. Grabbing the pair of claws he slipped them on, on each finger tip sat a inch long prong that would siphon his electricity into who or whatever it touched. With a grin he flexed his wrist and an opening in the palm slid open with another twitch a ball of electricity launched torching his bed. Still smiling he put on a long cloak and pulled the collar up placing his headset on his head an cycling until he came to a metal list. 
 
Five minutes later he was in front of the portal standing behind Lady T he leans close "You know your sending the hounds in to kill little lambs right?" she says nothing but Figaro knows she was smiling at his comment and they stepped through. Arriving smack dab in the middle of the front yard Dread made little work of the door within seconds of arriving, and turned leaving the hounds to their wishing Figaro raised his arms and the sleeves of his cloak slid down his arm showing the gauntlets and a wide smile came to his face "Come on boys an girls, lets ave some fun shall weh?" HIs accent coming out as he became excited the music in his ears cranked to its highest volume his arms trembled with power before he released it. The hallway shined with an intense bright light as it was overcome by the wave of electricity, the smell of burning flesh filled the air "Come out come out wherever you are?" he screamed out. Turning to Sol he held out a bag of shiny metal marbles "These yours buddy if you kill everyone down that hallway." pointing to his left he put the bag back in his pocket "Now go buddy." he turned back just as a set of guards came around a corner and fired . Raising his palm to them the ground beneath them cracked open an swallowed them slamming shut afterwards catching one of the guards leg as it closed. Figaro walked over an forming a gun with his fingers aimed at the guards head an said "BANG" a bolt of electricity shot from his finger and slammed into the guards head and he slumped over. Turning to the girls "Alright little one how about you go help the spinning moron alright." looking to SS as he said it, then looking to Dollface "Your with me." he sighed and mouthed as she looked at him.

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The assassin stood on the other side of the room, her arms crossed along her chest as her eyes where fixed on Dreadmaster who was speaking to them about their newest mission. Her mind began thinking of the many possible ways to kill the hundreds of people inside the Pentagon, and the one that rang into her mind the most was decapitation. Then her mind was pulled back to reality as she heard her name.

“Lady Tlieso and Homicide will accompany me on the search for the gem, it should not take me long to find it so don't stray from the rallying point. No questions asked."  

Alexandra tightened her gloves as she looked at her fellow teammates, they get to have all the fun, go into a bloodbath, and what does she get to do? Go on a gem hunt with the two bosses. She looked over at Dollface, one of the familiar faces from the last team she joined and nod her head to her as she sighed ‘Have fun’ to her before rushing into the portal right behind Dreadmaster.

Once on the other side her eyes darted around the dark night that surrounded the team. A sudden roar came from Dread as a surge of energy blast the gates that surrounded the facilities down. A smirk danced across her face as Lady T, herself and Dread stepped aside from the others as they began to rush in. The emotion of jealousy came over her as she watched the team already going into action withe guards, her hands balled up into a fist, but the voice of her leader caused her to turn her attention away from the rest of the team. 

"Port us inside, I can already feel the gems presence as if it was here in front of me."

Homicide nod her head as she placed each of her hands upon their shoulders, taking a deep breath she closed her eyes, and in a blink of an eye the trio now stood inside the dimly hit hallways. An alarm was going off, indicating that their security has been breeched where the rest of the team are at. Chatter could be heard from the distance as two Military Personnel where coming their way.

Without even thinking Homicide pulled out her ballistic knife and went right into action. Teleporting away from the two she appeared before the two solders who gasped in surprise, fumbling with their Saiga .233 rifle’s as Homicide slashed across the neck of one solider already, blood spewing from his neck and onto Homicides face as the he fell backwards to the ground. Turning to the second solider, had his gun aiming right at her. The two stood in a stand off as the man glared at her, and the deadly assassin looking right back at him, if he shot his gun, it would give away their position sending dozens of other soldiers their way. She suddenly then disappeared from the front of him and appeared behind him. The man didn’t even have time to react, Alex already yanked his gun back with her right hand and jammed the blade into the temple of his head with her left hand. The man’s body went limp as it fell onto the ground next to other body. A smile on her face she looked down at the bloody mess she had made. Her chocolate brown eyes then looked back up to Lady T and Dread, forgetting for a second that she was here on a mission.

Slipping her knife back into place she stood silent as she swung her arms in one direction. “Lead the way.” She looked over at Dreadmaster as she waited. 

   
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“I need a hero, I’m holding out for a hero till the end of the night he’s gota be strong and he’s gota be fast and he’s got to be fresh from the fight.” Those were the words she hummed every so absentmindedly as she walked around the Veritas base. The cold night air engulfed her body in its fingers. The icy chill would cause most to shiver but Saquri adjusted quickly to cold weather, quicker than most people. She enjoyed the iciness of the atmosphere the cold gust that beat against her covered body. It was odd, silence mixed with sadness that was what she got from the cold, that was what she managed to recover from the ice. She always thought of them as cries, cries of those who had been unjustly killed who had been murdered who had once existed yet now a day’s no one knew their names.

The wind was her once companion in these parts her one and true friend. For it had always been there with her, it had been there to comfort her tears to sweep her off her feet and away to a place so sweet and calm. It was like the mother she never had, it was the only reminder of why she was her, why she had came and what she was to do. With all remnants of her world destroyed and her being the only survivor she knew she had to remain strong for the sake of those she had lost. And even though revenge for those who caused this destruction grew daily in her heart she never let it consume her. Revenge was funny like that, no matter what you did it never left you. The hatred never died the anger never fled. It just stayed there getting stronger and stronger each and every day.

She was clothed in a sapphire dress that sparkled in the moon light, it was unbreakable for it had been made from a special fabric on her home world. It was one of the small remnants she managed to remover for it was her mothers.  Yes this was so much better than her own uniform, yet she wore it proudly. But in the silence, when she was sure she was alone, when she was positive that no one else was looking. When she knew for a fact that no one would interrupt her she wore it. And at this time at night nothing could be heard beside the soft gale and the hooting of the Owls.

She was left here to wonder of that of her leader Kurrent, he was a great man and good leader yet he was not present. Recently the King of the Vine tournament, had begun and he was a member it. His abilities even though human had taken him to the semi-finals. She knew he would go far and hoped that he would win, ye if he did not her thoughts on him would not change.

Her emerald green locks of hair slid against her smooth and sleek pastel skin. Her hair made her stand out among the night. But her locks were a reminder to her, they were more painful that the scares that remained on her right arm. They reminded her how much she hated every moment of her life. But as she continued circling the base she suddenly stopped as a large amount of power hit her. The force caused her to fall to her knees as her bright eyes shone white, with the detection of great power. With her hands on the soil she remained still a moment as she continued to feel it, unable to block it out.

Eventually the sensation passed as she was left on the ground shaking for a few moments. Her breath was quickening as she was drenched in that of a cold sweat. Quivering she managed to prop herself up against a strong tree as her eyes looked out toward the horizon. Her eyes began to glow once more a bright white as a large gust of wind overcame her, and blew aside her jade locks of hair. As this commence she whispered her hands clasped to the large oak in a voice filled with exhaustion and pain “It has begun”  those words were not spoken in English for she could not speak in that language for her translator was in her room, that was in the language of Aconi a language she only used for the most dire situation and words.

The next day she suited herself up in her Veritas uniform never the less she took with her sand paper cloak that she threw over herself not for warmth but for concealing the fact of who she was. Finally she strapped her translator onto her belt and was fully ready. Hooding herself and hiding her locks away she started walking as she walked the walk turned into a run and as she ran she began to use gravity to her advantage as she flew close to the ground as fast as she could go. She was following the trail of one of her team mates, known as Sovereign Son. She knew nothing of him but she could feel the commotion and distortion in the atmosphere and she was using that as her north star, and to her luck if she got there in time hopefully she would find him and get updated on the situation and start taking part in action. 

   


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 Wrinkling her nose against the ozone smell Dollface staggered as she exited the portal. Her body felt jittery and not in a good way. After glancing at her fingers Dollface wiggled her toes making sure they were all still there. Technology made her uncomfortable, made her skin itchy, she didn't trust it at all. If it hadn't been Dreadmaster who ordered her through the portal she wouldn't have gone but she trusted him, he was family now. She wasn't sure she trusted the woman who stood at his side, Lady Tlieso was too pretty and too clean. The familiar scent of burning flesh calmed her as Figaro sent a burst of electricity down the hallway. Dollface rose to her tiptoes, peering into the small bag he held out to Solenoid. No sweets just those stupid marbles, she thought with a frown sending him a disappointed look.
"These yours buddy if you kill everyone down that hallway."
Peering around the men she bounced on her toes adrenalin coursing through her veins like it used to before a performance. Bending her knees she sprang into a back handspring. Righting herself in time to see Figaro make gun fingers at a man, shooting electricity into his head with a "BANG." Clapping her hands in approval nearly trembling in eagerness as he turned to Sapphire standing beside her.
"Alright little one how about you go help the spinning moron alright." 
As Figaro turned to her mouthing,  "Your with me" she noded and turned toward the hallway scalpels in hand waiting for her chance to strike.

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The cold blade was pressed against his right shoulder as he knelt on the red carpet, his white cape passing his heels and trailing on the ground behind him. Constantine eyes stared upon the sword wielder, standing high and mighty in front of him. Her garments rich and luscious, her figure small and fragile, she opened her mouth and spoke, high toned and posh "I knight thee, Sir Constantine, for acts of chivalry in England's finest hour, which I would like to personally thank you for" the Queen said with a damaged smile as she stepped back and observed the heroes. This was the fifteenth time Constantine had been knighted on Earth, it was one of his many titles, he had also been named a saint twice.
 
Ironically this was the first time he'd been knighted, as to his left knelt his former self, the young forty seven year old hero who just wanted time with his family before it was too late, Scott just wanted some peace before he was thrown into the chaos he knew was the life of Constantine. Truthfully it scared him, some of the tales Constantine had told Scott, chilled him to the bone, billions of years alone, in the dark, shaping time to how he saw it fit, that was a life he'd never choose, but one he was stuck with. As Sir Constantine and the Prime Minister Sir Scott Wallace stood, now knights of Britain's round table, the Queen spoke once more, "thank you for your efforts in J-Day, which is still being mourned weeks after the event, and will still be mourned for years to come. Without you, and you're men, those who remain would not be here, your names shall go down in history books and ought not be forgotten" those words of truth echoed throughout the halls, and out of a thousand televisions all around Britain, as everyone cheered.

In the onlooking crowd was Scott's family, his wife, children, grandchildren, brothers, nieces and nephews all to cheer for this important day, even Albert his loyal friend was there, for Con there was no one, only his sidekick Renton, but only because he had nothing better to do. It was just another cruel reminder of how alone he was. Still though he caught the warmth of Gemma's smile and felt his cheeks flourish, Gemma had always been is true love. The only one who had been there throughout everything, even if only in spirit. Con outlived everyone he ever loved, children included, not even his immortal family, the Genesis, could recount as many lost ones as Con could. Of course the only ones he couldn't outlive were the Genesis, but for some reason they were never able to last together in a comfortable relationship for too long, the longest was Adrik's and Luciana's six hundred million year marriage. Together they had over a hundred children during the marriage.
 
It was a shame really, that everything had to wither and die, all except him, maybe that's why Mike wanted him on the squad force, an unstoppable force, of course he could be smitten, but he always got back up. After they were knighted they held a celebratory party in his London mansion, it lasted from the time he'd been knighted to four in the morning, Con did not feel like delving into such a novel thing and spent most of the night on the roof, just like in his childhood days, he was met by a young girl, named Ava Antoinette, who was in dire need of escaping a boy who fancied her, Constantine highly expected Renton, but she informed him otherwise, they had a nice long chat and she claimed that she wished to be a doctor to save lives, Con was enticed by the sixteen year old and her ambitions, he admired her for it. He ended up having an enjoyable night, Ava even convinced him into some dancing. Within no time the night was over and he was following Mike, an old friend, to the destroyed base of the Zero Squad, to retrieve the gems, which would end what the future had in store, and boulders were raining down upon them from the angered Arrow spawn, Con used his powers to direct the boulders away, from any immediate danger to them, with strong air currents.

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The story Mike, also known as Sovereign Son, had told him lingered in the back of his mind. A glove decorated with four gems with power so tremendous that the person who wielded it could mould the world into his own image. And now it seemed the search for the gems was on, heroes.. neutrals.. and villains would all go searching for the gems, hoping to be the first one to lay their hands on pure and utter power. The timing could not have been worse for an event of this magnitude. His body was still horribly scarred from his fight with Jake Malcolm in the KOV tournament, the scar on his chest where the demons sword had been plunged was still throbbing in pain.

Even so, the next battle wasn’t upon him yet. Instead of joining in search of the gems like a mindless zombie he would investigate these so called infinity gems. What use is holding power beyond belief worth, if you do not know how to use it? There were villains intelligent enough to investigate before acting upon their impulses, one of them would be the legendary cajun Jean-Luc Lebeau. Even though they had shared teams, they were never friends.. or even allies. There was always mistrust in their midst. And rightfully so. But now wasn’t the time for these thoughts as he snapped back to the cold reality of the situation. If the need would arise for the sorcerer to act, he needed to know what he was up against. He lifted his head seeing a large wall in front of him, it spread out for over twenty yard while being ten yard high. The entirety of the wall was filled with books from ancient times, with lettering that the human world had never even seen before. It was the library of the Order of the Magi. With extensive knowledge of the most notorious mystical artefacts and spells. Before him stood nothing more than a simple wooden table littered with tattered documents and drawings, it was hardly the luxury he had grown accustomed to in his life. Letting out a sigh he slid his fingers over the document feeling the rough texture of the paper.

The documents told of a gauntlet holding full mastery over the four brightly coloured infinity gems. But as with every mystical item, it held limitations. Power was a feeble thing, that was something Precise knew all too well. One minute you have it all.. and the next you could watch the world crumble around you. Drawings of the four gems spread out across four different brown documents, lettering described their purpose. With a smile Precise pushed the documents away from him and leaned back on two legs of his chair with his hands supporting the back of his head. His eyes locked onto one single document slightly illuminated by the flickering flame of a nearby candle. An image decorated the page hidden in the shadow, a different kind of artefact that held a close relationship to the infinity gems. “Preparation is the key to success..” He softly whispered into the air.  He slowly got off his uncomfortable chair and walked into the shadows on the far side of the room. His long jet black hair hid the smirk on his face as the shadows suddenly dissipated by a bright light engulfing his body and teleporting him back to the Dragon’s lair.  

Some time later


A tremble shook through his body as if his magic was involuntarily used. “Mike..” A single thought ran through the back of his mind. Emile had placed a magical amulet in Sovereign Son’s care during their conversation about the gems. As he lowered himself to the cold ground he took a sitting lotus stand. Every muscle in his body found itself completely relaxed, the pain in his shoulder was still intense from his battle in the KOV but he simply had to bite through the pain. He slowly closed his eyes, his breathing came to a complete standstill. Suddenly his eyes shot wide open, an intense brightly coloured blue glow shot from his eyes as his mind separated itself from his body. His astral form travelled to the location the magic surge emanated from. What he saw was nothing that wouldn’t drive terror into any mans heart, a young girl that held the power of a god inside of her. And Mike in the middle of the fray with her. He meant to merge his consciousness back with his still injured body transporting himself into the middle of the battle. But he was quickly stopped as he saw Constantine coming to their aid. But he felt a different kind of energy.. The energy he felt when he was around his daughters, this energy was darker than any energy he had felt before. Rapture, he thought to himself. His granddaughter.

His astral form trailed the energy she left behind before finally catching up with her and materializing in front of her in a blinding light. ‘Rapture.. You don’t have to do this’. He held up her letter she had written him in his hand. ‘I’ve read the letter you wrote to me, You have a choice must like I had.’ He stretched his hand out towards her to hand her own letter back to her. “I haven’t got much time.. they might need my help soon”. He pointed his eyes at the battle raging on behind them. “You know how much damage the villains can do with those gems, you now have the opportunity to put an end to this.. Help me stop them”.
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#26  Edited By The_Ghostshell

 "Sir, we need to evacuate you immediately. The perimeter has been breached and sector alpha has lost containment. Should I initiate secondary protocols Sir?" announced a member of Gambler's personal security detail. However the self-proclaimed King of Kings remained seated, back to the door, as he nonchalantly gazed at the dozens of multi-frequency security cameras. "Evacuate?" laughed the Cajun. "No mon ami, I do not see dat happening. Escort all low level personnel from the complex as well as the Shadow Initiative. Reestablish an outer perimeter, I do not want to see any civilian casualties replayed on the nightly news. Ordered Gambler.

As Gambler arrogantly remained behind, his loyal paramilitary group; the Shadow Initiative, followed his orders to the letter. Disengaging the invading force as they evacuated, giving Dreadmaster and his newly formed group an unimpeded path through the halls of the Pentagon. Immediately the crafty Cajun knew the level of tactical brilliance on display was that of a methodical strategist. Able to utilize his team's powers and abilities to their full capabilities, as well exercising patience and a keen understanding of their adversary. They had coordinated their attack to the precise moment in which Gambler would be most vulnerable, knowing when and where to strike first.

Slowly the Master of Manipulation reached into the breast pocket of his pepper colored Baroni Uomo suit, and removed a purple cloth with gold trim around the edges. The fine silk fabric was wrapped loosely around the jade tinted gem that had recently captivated the attention of so many. Stylishly Gambler rolled the gem down his fingers and back up again, all the while his focus remaining on the security monitors. "Tisk tisk" he smirked upon recognizing the elegant face of one of thee intruders. Lady T. Former member of the Vine Villains, former Queen of the Hellfire Club, former right hand of Gambler himself. Yet the two had not seen eye to eye for some time nor were they ever likely to again. The fabled Last Daughter of the Bayushi Clan had long ago stepped into her own and no longer followed the will of others, but instead forged her own lineage, her own legacy. A legacy that now saw her confronting her former ally in a quest for the Infinity Gems.

Her two companions also tugged at the Cajun's memory but he gave little effort in placing their notoriety. Instead, in one swift move, Gambler swung his chair around while instantaneously standing up, heading towards the small library shelf on the far side of the room. With long graceful strides he walked across the American symbol embroidered on the floor, his black polished leather Cesare Paciottu shoes barely creasing as he planted his feet. A simple tug on Sun Tzu's The Art of War caused the book shelf to slide open revealing a small, yet illustrious, cache of weapons, as well as Gambler's grey trimmed with black shadow smoked overlays Les Assassins Silenciuex ceremonial garb. Quickly the Cajun dressed and armed himself. Silver daggers lined the inside of his cloak and his reverse edged katanna protruded horizontally off his hip. Up each sleeve rested a calculated number of Casino playing cards, aces and eights.

After placing the skeletal remains of Darkchild's hand in his safe, and draping the Infinity Gem around his neck, the Living Legend stepped out into the halls to confront the powerful assemblage of Lady T and co. "Looking for me?" he said with his Cheshire Cat grin. His cockiness on full display as he attempted to mask the overwhelming disadvantage he found himself in. With a flick of his wrist he instantly produced a kinetically charged card between his fingers. "Make your move."

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#27  Edited By Sapphire Spectre

 Sitting down on a wooden chair was the young lady name Katie, who also went by Sapphire Spectre. Her shoulder length brown hair had an orange bobbypin in it to keep her bangs out of her eyes, she just really hated when her hair would touch her eyes. Staying on the seat like she was just a ragdoll with her eyes closed, the next moment her astral form appeared right out of her body. While she was in this form she looked like a ghost that a person would typically see, but in this form she was blue.

From her bedroom the girl phased through as many walls as she could to get to the meeting that she was only a few minutes late for. She appeared in the room where they all were supposed to meet up, her ghostly body levitated down to the ground to stand next to her new teammates. Waiting quietly by herself she looked around to see the two team leaders Dreadmaster, and LT. It was pretty much an honor for Spectre to be working for the both of them, to be apart of Vis Vires was just awesome by all together.

Now she started to pay all of her attention to Dread once he began to speak.  "Listen and listen carefully! You know the objectives, the mission priorities, the maximum time i want to spend on this mission is 20 minutes tops! The rallying point is the Pentagon entrance where me and Tlieso will open the portal again to retreat back to the HQ. Donnieman will be running point here at the HQ, informing us on basically anything that does not go to plan. The rest of you with me. Sol, Figaro, SS and Dollface are going to lead the head on attack. Lady Tlieso and Homicide will accompany me on the search for the gem, it should not take me long to find it so don't stray from the rallying point. No questions asked."  
 
Katie was glad to know that, that her astral form wouldn't be out of her body for longer than an hour, because if she were to be away from her body that long, then it wouldn't really be a good thing for the mission. Standing behind Figaro, she waited for him and the others infront of him to enter into the portal that stood tall. Infront of her before entering she noticed that Figaro made a comment to LT, but she didn't say anything back to him. When it was finally her turn to enter the portal, she closed her eyes then levitated into the thing.

Katie was now in the long hallway that had loud sirens going off and some security guards standing around the team. Turning around she could see Figaro lighting up the room, and notices that Dollface is standing right next to her, probably waiting for the best time of attack. Figaro walked up to the two of them, Katie was anxious to hear what he had to say. "Alright little one how about you go help the spinning moron alright." looking to Spectre as he said it, then looking to Dollface "Your with me." he sighed to the girl. "This is going to be.. fun.." Katie sarcastically said to Figaro, but wasn't sure if he heard her or not. Looking around Katie looked for Sol, she never had once spoke to him even once since joining the team, so for her to work with him on a mission would be somewhat interesting.

Standing in front of her, Katie's hazel eyes caught a solder that was aiming a gun towards the team. Unafraid she took a few steps forward still staring at the man that held his finger tight on the gun's trigger. She then levitated herself off of the floor below her, waiting for the man to make his first move. As she lifted her right arm up against her chest, he fired three gun shots at her, but they only phased through her ghost form. Since the man was shocked by this he staggered back a few steps with fear. The next thing he would notice is that Katie had disappeared right in front of his very one eyes. From the corner of his left eye he could see her phasing through the wall that was right next to him. Before he could even react she came from the wall and as she was behind him she cracked his neck with ease. When his body fell down to the ground, Katie looked around once again. "Where has that guy wandered off to?"

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#28  Edited By Nighthunter

Every father should remember that one day his son will follow his example instead of his advice ”-Unknown

Days ago
 
Some time had passed since the event known as the "Oracle Saga" had finished and the ICE dragons had emerged triumphant once more. It had been on that same event that Nighthunter became the new leader of the legendary team and as expected he wasn't entirely ok with that position yet. Jake had also met a new person that would prove to be a great influence on his life, the hero known as Eclipse had now become his sidekick and with that giving Nighthunter something entirely new. 

“The dynamic duo” the press called the new team that they formed, an obvious reference to the world of comics, however even if they didn’t know Nighthunter had been part of another teacher and student duo many years ago, a friendship and fatherly love that had grown up from years of training together.

Jake Hamilton was the second Nighthunter, at least the second person to use that name in public, but he didn’t learn all he knew from the man that designed him but from the man that helped him grow. Michael Lockhart had spent various years retired in the Himalayas hidden from the outside world until the moment that Jake had found his way to the temple seeking training and purpose, as expected the teachings of the man once known as Last Arrow had helped him to become a master of the combat arts as well as a great hero, however unexpectedly they had also reminded Michael of why he had become one in the first place.

That was the day when both men returned to the world and spent many adventures both together and apart until the death of Nighthunter in the Light wars, ever since his return they hadn’t been able to meet and discuss what had happened to make Jake return from the dead.

Nighthunter simply smiled suddenly and grabbed his gun at once, after that he started to fire to the enigmatic figure behind him. “I thought we had gone over this already a long time ago.” Said Nighthunter as he rushed to hit the man using the shadows as a cloak, he wasn’t able to hit him in any occasion though due to the great ability of his opponent. “You thought me to hear a man coming towards me from 4 miles away on my own, trying to sneak on me when I’m also using the radars of my power suit is just ridiculous” claims the famous hero with enthusiasm, the battle dance goes on for a few moments until they both cease.

“Mike” Jake spoke out loud not being able to say anything else at the time, in front of him was the man that had trained and taught him everything he knew and the one person he really considers as a father. There weren’t any more words given, instead just a physical manifestation of that father and son love, a single tight hug and an eternal silence.

Right now

Nighthunter observed along with some of his most trusted allies, among them Eclipse how Sovereign Son fought Rina valiantly, at first none of them didn’t do anything because that is what Michael had requested at the beginning, however when the time came for the young evil madwoman to manifest the real power she had against his teacher Nighthunter couldn’t help but to react, using the new applications of his power suit he teleported behind Rina and then grabbed two of his guns with which he started to fire at her back as an attempt to both stop her attack from hitting Sovereign Son and a way to put her down, however he knew that it wasn’t going to be really that easy considering that she had been trained by the greatest villain the world had ever known, Gambler.

Nighthunter then created two twin swords out of nanobots similar to the ones that conformed his power suit and teleported again in front of Rina, sending various slashes against her legs and chest, to finish he grabbed again his gun and fired aiming to her ribs.

 
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Black Saturn was relaxing in his lush "Palace" as he called it when he heard the wail of Sirens outside.Whew Whew Whew!Ah got up and flew outside to see cops outside read to arrest him."What is the meaning of this?"He said in a roaring voice.A man on a Megaphone began to speak "We are here to arrest you"The officer said."Haha.You wish"Saturn said as he burst towards the car that was sitting in front of him.
 
He hit the car head on and flung it backwards into the building behind the officers.The police officers began to fire at Black Saturn.The bullets flew through him and he began to bleed."Why do you fire on me!"He said as he rushed towards the officers that had shot him and threw them across the street.As the Officers hit the building and slid to the ground...dead Saturn began to fell his wound... 
 
 "I can't stay in this city if i am going to get shot at."He said as he flew away.Black Saturn landed in a city he recognized.It was the city of New York.The most recognizable city on the planet.Black Saturn took of his suit and decided to keep a low profile here.Luckily his race looked like the humans of this planet.Ah walked around this glorious city.Seeing what humans could do Saturn was tempted to seek out things called the Infinity Gems...

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#31  Edited By Lady Tlieso

 Stepping over the bloody corpses she walked down the hallway, the leather soles of her boots silent on the marble. This operation was all about stealth. They needed to get the Gem and get out before Gambler had time to call in reinforcements. The average soldier was child's play, it was reinforcements of the demi-god type that could slow them down. Rounding a corner she extended her hand towards the men standing there guns drawn, her manicured nails folded back at her as she closed her fist. As the blood supply to their brains was stopped they crumpled to the ground.

Tapping the small stud on her collar a soft chirp sounded as communications were opened. "How do we look Donnie?" The small stud was an ingenious mix of technology and magic and allowed them to speak freely with each other, Donnieman had remained behind to monitor transmissions. Also as a last ditch savior if they should require it. There was a brief pause before his cultured voice responded, "Had a burst of chatter then silence. Stay on your toes."

The hallways cleared before them as they made their way towards Gamblers last known location. Sharing uneasy look with Dreadmaster, Tlieso willed her nerves to calm themselves. She could feel his presence before she saw him. The King of Kings radiated power, her pulse raced as she paused for a moment reflexively smoothing her hair. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Homicide bristle eager to get on with the killing. Reaching out mentally to her two companions, "Make no move unless he does. There are others ways to win a battle beside bloodshed." Rounding the final corner her eyes widened in surprise before her pretty features settled into a becoming smile."Looking for me?" There he stood, the glow from the charged card he held cast an unearthly glow to his handsome
face.  Lightly licking her lips she caught her lower lip in her teeth as she took in his trim form. "Make your move." 
 
Shaking her head lightly she gave him a questioning look. "Can't a girl just drop in to see an old friend?" Taking several steps toward him she turned her hands palm up towards him. "We used to be so close," she sighed, "Whatever happened?" Triumphant roared deep inside her as she saw the Jade colored stone hanging around his neck. Stopping just out of his reach she glanced at Homicide and Dread behind her before leaning forward in a conspiratorial manner. "You have to admit we had fun together. Damn successful too. Be a shame for that to end."

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#32  Edited By -Eclipse-
"My father didn't tell me how to live my life; he lived, and let me watch him do it." -  Clarence Budington Kelland
 
'I never knew my father. You can tell me that's kinda cliche for a superhero, but then you clearly don't know what it feels like to not know who your own Dad is. Normal people are riddled with self-doubt, especially during their teens, but for the first part of their life, they have their parents to guide them. To show them the way to a better future. But me? I never had that. I had my Uncle, yeah, but he was never around. He had to earn the money. And my Mom? She was more focused on helping me survive. She never got around to teaching me how to live. And they were both taken away five years ago. I've lived through my teens with no guidance at all. I've been told I have a pretty decent moral compass, but what use is that without a map?' 
 
'I'm feeling a lot better now. Better than I've felt in... Actually, I guess I've never really felt this way... I'm with the Ice Dragons now. I have a home, I have stability, but most of all, I have something I never had with the Titans... Guidance. Nighthunter has taken me under his wing. He's a good teacher, whether he admits it or not. He's a good rolemodel too. Basically, to put it in an incredibly cheesy way, he's like the father I never had. Yeah, alright, laugh if you want. Like I said, you obviously don't know how I feel. And I really feel like I'm growing up, that I'm finally becoming the man I was always meant to be, all under Nighthunter's teaching. He's the leader of the Ice Dragons, the world's greatest team of heroes. In my eyes, that makes him the world's greatest hero. He's my hero, at least, and when I grow up, I want to be just like him.' 
 

Zero Squad Tower

 
Eclipse stood still, hiding in the shadows while the man formerly known as Last Arrow got to work. It was a little annoying, having to stay back and hide while Mike Lockhart, Sovereign Son, got all the action. Why would he assemble a secret team if he just wanted them to stay out of the way? Still, Jason was not about to question someone who his mentor admired and respected so much. Nighthunter was the student of Sovereign Son, as Eclipse was now Nighthunter's. So Jake Hamilton was more than happy to stand back and let his former teacher get to work. 
 
Jason stood at his master's side, the colourful vibrancy of the boy's costume clashing with the darkness of the Nighthunter. Jake had been recruited to join Sov Son's squad, and saw fit to bring his student along for the adventure. Two of their Ice Dragon team-mates were also in the group, though Precise was not present at the time. The final member of the team was Constantine, an immortal Eclipse knew about through his former Titan team-mate Solor. So, they watched in silence, until a cackling demon of a woman appeared and challenged their leader. This was when the team finally leapt into action and Eclipse saw the value of their patience. 
 
Constantine summoned his power and diverted the boulders that had been catapulted in their direction, while Nighthunter courageously threw himself straight into battle with the terrifying she-demon. Following his mentor's example, Eclipse jumped into the fray himself. Just as Nighthunter attacked in order to protect his teacher, Jason leapt into battle to help his own. Using his own natural powers of teleportation, Eclipse appeared above the fight between the two and watched as the one known as Rina faced a barrage of attacks. "I'm coming boss!" Jason yelled as he grabbed his trusty bo-staff and fell through the air, heading straight for Rina. Swinging it down, he attempted to smash it into her forehead. 
 
But Eclipse was not entirely reckless in his attack, he knew this woman was capable of incredible feats and was not to be messed with. So as soon as his staff should have made contact with her head, the Boy Wonder teleported again, this time appearing to the woman's left as he swung an attack at her spine. Again, he appeared just behind her this time, attempting to batter her legs. Finally, he appeared in front of her for less than a second, in order to deliver a swift rising kick to her jaw, before disappearing again. He reappeared, looking ready to continue the fight, right next to his mentor, as he imitated his teacher's cold stare. "Do we have a plan B in case none of that even phased her?" Eclipse whispered to Nighthunter out of the corner of his mouth. He knew that this battle wasn't over yet.
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#33  Edited By Donnieman v5.1

His heart was thumping in his chest. To be honest, he was excited, anxious, and secretly afraid all at the same time. He would rather die than admit it, though. Donnie made an effort to maintain a cool and calm demeanor. He had remained quiet through the entirety of the meeting, activating the portal as it adjourned. It materialized with a flash of light and he shook his head as Solanoid ran through it followed by his remaining teammates. "Showtime" he'd thought to himself.

Donnie had agreed to stay behind and work surveillance and communications for the Vis Vires. It was fitting really, seeing as he was one of the sharpest knives in their drawer. He was very much alone, save for the massive computers and various electronic devices that kept him company in massive intelligence room. He could hear the near silent hum of the HQ's air system, emitting cool air to offset the large amounts of heat produced by the countless machines.

His hands moved with inhuman speed as he raced to keep up with all the action taking place in front of him. His face was illuminated by the light of over two dozen screens that in turn monitored the mayhem taking place at the pentagon through the eyes of his teammates. He had provided each of them with a mandatory (And quite fashionable) communications collar that allowed him not only to keep in touch with he Vis Vires and for them to keep in touch with each other but also to view the surroundings through their eyes. He laughed to himself as he recollected his struggle with Solanoid, forcing the collar on him.

He pressed a button on his headset and his silky voice flowed into the Vis Vire's ears.

"Be careful everyone, I really don't want to have to bury anyone. Control yourself, please. I'm looking at you Figaro and Solanoid. Remember, I'm looking over all of your shoulders. I hope I don't have to come there myself." He laughed before adding "Don't forget, big brother is watching."

He sighed deeply, his hand smoothing out his tie. "Into the belly of the beast" he added with a smirk. He activates Tlieso's headset. "Be careful, you're no good to me dead." He tried to sound cool but he was sure Tlieso would sense the emotion in his tone regardless. He studied one of the monitor's his eyes fixed on Gambler, viewing him the exact same way Tlieso viewed him through her own eyes. In Gambler he saw many things. A partner, a mentor, and... a friend. He paged Homicide. "It's your time to shine. I need you to retrieve the gem at all costs. I repeat, at all costs."

He closed his eyes and whispered silently to himself.  "Force, power, strength, might, influence."

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The man approached her, with a confidence only ingnorance offered. He even had the gall to speak to her. "What business do you have here in the Realm of Tears"? Malice's eyes widened in surprise. She thought that this was just a desert, and he had a name for it. Her legs had fallen asleep, so it was a bit of a struggle to stand and meet him eye to eye. She gripped onto Jo, who was stuck into the dry ground. Pulling herself up, a gust of wind blew against her cheek. Her radiant crimson hair, danced to the beat of the breeze.  
 
It was only when she was face to face with this man, who wore a mask, no doubt to cover the pain and scars from his sordid past, that she felt something. He exuded strong pheramones. She could smell them, attuned to which one, she knew it was a sort of nostalgic lust. "Funny, I thought this was just desert." She gave a small laugh at her joke, and then continued. "What did you say this place was named? Well it doesn't matter anyway, cause I was just about to leave. I just needed a little rest, and then I was off to do some...work."  
 
She turned around, and noticed the man did not move an inch. For someone exuding that amount of longing, she was surprised at his self control. Continuing on though, in spite of her surprise, Malice mounted the Red and black dragon. She began to feel a certian remorse for the situation, and she did something that she never thought she'd do again. "Hey you, What's your name...No matter, Even being who I am, I will not let you stay here in this Realm of Tears...as you put it." Draak was standing on his hind legs, and Malice held on tight to her harness, he was ready to leave this desolation. "What do you say, do you want to come or not?" Her words carried down to the man, who she was odly enough beginning to be intrigued about. 
 
A thin perimeter of sweat took over her body, as she thought of her previous life in Wonderland. For the most part, she was bittersweetly glad about getting out of there when she did, but one thing from that time stabbed her in the heart it hurt so much. Her one and only love Jo, rescued her from the Spade Queen. In only a few months, she developed a love so strong that she could feel this thoughts and taste heartbeat.  
 
But for Malice, the Queen of War, nothing good ever stayed in her life. And even with this knowledge now, she found herself wanting to get to know this mysterious man.
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#35  Edited By MichaeltheFly

Few days ago

After his return from Crassian home world, place where Michael and a few others fought and defeated the Crassian Empire, Michael decided to take a well deserved break. In his few months on Earth he had faced just about anything imaginable, from interdimensional gods to superheroes and dream creatures to aliens with godlike strength. The Fly had a problem alright, this time wasn’t his suit that had suffered great damage, or even his darkforce that he previously lost control of, it was him. Michael was slowly becoming his own worst enemy, he began to doubt his real goal and he had seen what sins can do to a race. It was sloth that drove the Crassians to the point that they could not survive without slaves, gladiators, prostitutes, they used their superior power and technology to conquer and to enslave entire planets.

Luckily, Earth didn’t become another small grain of sand in the intergalactic dessert that represented the Crassian Empire. A small group of prisoners managed to defeat an entire empire. The problem was Michael had killed a lot of Crassians, but that wasn’t the real problem and he knew it, the real problem was that he didn’t care at all. Some would ask why should he have cared, they were the enemies, but Michael cherished life since his life wasn’t full of it. He had returned to New York, the city the inhabitants of this planet nicknamed big apple, but unfortunately returning to his so called “place”, his junkyard, but returning home wasn’t part of the solution, it was part of the problem. He was beginning to deteriorate more and more, becoming more and more violent.

Present

A few days later, after a well deserved rest Michael, in his case that meant working on some new insane devices, he decided to watch a few news, he grabbed his so called remote control, just something he made out of all the extra junk he had and jumped on the couch, since he has been gone for a while, only to find out the truth behind a major event that happened in the past, a lot of important people got killed. “This villainess goes by the name of … Multiple energies detected”, Michaels main computer connected itself to his TV to warn Michael of an upcoming danger.

“Energies? What kind of energies? Computer respond.” Michael said with a small amount of anger in his voice. But the computer seemed to experience difficulties in transmitting this data, “must be those energies”, “ Power Gems detected…multiple present on Earth…possibly all of them…….”, “Computer create a map for me, damn why is this piece trash acting this way, could it be because of these Power Gems?”, the computer managed with a lot of difficulties to show a map of the locations of the Power gems. “Good, very good, now send the map to my helmet, do you hear me, send the map to my helmet.” Few second later the map was in his helmet, realizing the power that these Power Gems possessed, Michael decided to retrieve the gems before they fell into the wrong hands.

Grabbed his suit, geared up and was off. Who know what dangers he would face next, he started his jet pack and activated the map, as he was flying he decide to head for a place called Vatican, “Strange name.” As he was increasing his speed Michael couldn’t help but think at his central computer, a device that was said to contain a lot of his planets secrets, now destroyed. By a few “rocks”.” They are mine.

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With a great heave of mountainous muscles residing in the upper part of the dark lizards neck moved the vast shadow casting wings so quickly. Up through the air the wings cut like knives only to drop back down expanding ever outwards to catch the breeze and with a final push of it's hinds legs the dragon rose into the night like the night a part of the primordial darkness that brings the frightened ape in side us all forward from the past and to the surface, civilization be damned find me a rock to cower under. Every person the Dragon flew over that night on it's journey to the witch burning capital felt the need to run home and pull the covers over their head. Fractal in his own way found some joy in the moment a rare thing for him lately as the world had changed so often he found himself staring at the present like it was some kind of apparition. A miss cast gone ary but no more often then not what frightened fractal more then the worst kind of horror was the way things kept leaving him behind. Gornaclytica Den Mother and resurected spirit form shock it's shadowy head from side to side during the flight that Fractal had summoned it on and snorted in irritation thinking back also to how things where and would never be again in this condition of Necromantic spiritualism some called magic

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Before

 
The rain slammed down onto the trees overhead I watch as they all say their words, keeping my power level low so that none of them notice me. If they find me here knowing I was the one who put that two bit moron in the dirt, id have to kill. As much as that pleasures me in thinking, id bring too much attention to myself and have to hear from Corvus. Im still puzzled why he came here, very odd man he is. Hours go by and people continue to come the one known as Talon proclaims her vow to avenge the fool, her love for him going over every thing. She wants me dead....let the little mutt try i will enjoy it. 
 
Then finally it is silent and his grave is closer to the surface as the two do their work Arrow growing angered rocks the earth, then his spawn brings it to the surface. Did the work for me before she left, which makes my plan alot easier and requires no effort at all. As soon as they leave and are gone for a few minutes I make my way down. Standing at his grave i kick the coffin open and stare at the bones, one of his hands is missing must have been the commotion earlier. (Note to self find out who did this and get rid of them and the hand). Glaring I hold my hand up a grenade and toss it in, not wanting to waste any energy on a pile of bones I let it do its work. The smoke fills the air and I love it bask in it.  
 
As the smoke clears I see nothing left and I begin to walk away, knowing that damn fool Corvus will be wondering where I am Zaku takes my shoulder and we disappear. 
 

After Ginju Leaves

 
A dark figure walks over to the open grave and prays, the rain slapping against a long familiar cloak. Leaning down the figure reaches into the coffin and digging finds remains that the grenade hadnt gotten to a piece of Darkchilds arm. A pale hand reaches down an grabs it lifting it into the air a voice is heard "Father...you and everything thought I was gone. You tried to kill me, but now I hear that you saved the world from evil like yourself. I will not let your name have died with you." Taking his hood off and letting the rain splash against his face the man smiles "You will return my father, I promise and when you do, your radiance will brighten the world." holding the arm close he rubs it before disappearing into the shadows of the night. 
 
 

Now

 
Ginju sits in a small room with a grimace on his face glaring at the door "Zaku....when you said that this partnership with the man known as Voidheart would allow me to continue doing what I want would be beneficial you failed to state that my room would be so SMALL!. This is nothing compared to what I once had, you realize I had rooms upon rooms. F@#KING HELL!! this is ridiculous, tell Corvus he wants me to stay here he is out of his f-" Zaku stops Ginju "Sir...this is simply a room for you to stay in while the rest of the castle is being worked on...and I have news." Saku closes his phone.  "They have found who took Darkchilds hand...it was the Cajun." Zaku could hardly keep the smile from spreading across his face.  
 
Ginju in turn too smiled wide "Oh really?" Zaku smiles "Someone found a tape from the Funeral and relayed it to me, shouldnt we tell Void. He had just informed us that the person who has it was intending to use it as a weapon." Ginju shrugs "Go ahead, tell him that the Cajun also has one of the Infinity Gems as well." Zaku looks at Ginju puzzled "What? I didnt really think it was a great threat being that the man before had no way of using it, but now that he has that damn fools hand he does. Using the residual powers within Darkchilds hand is the only way to harness such power. Any other way he would just blow himself up. Give me the damn phone Ill tell the rest." Zaku gives Ginju the phone and he calls Voidheart back. 
 
"Hello, before I continue on with what you want to know....if I have to stay in this tiny ass room any longer Im going to start blowing sh!t up. Alright, the Cajun bastard is the one with Darkchilds hand. Im sure you can fill in the rest, your such a intelligent man." Sarcasm in Ginju's voice he continues " The other Gems are scatted around the world. A few are with one known as the Baron, I know this because I was keeping track of them. Didnt really see a need to go an get them before too much of a hassel. But now that the Cajun has one of them and is most likely gunning for the others, or already has men out for the others I think its time to cowboy up yes?" Ginju smiles wide
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 As the rocks flew around her the night sky falling quickly the glow from her powers began to fade as she wore down, her head hanging down she hovered in mid air til the attacks began. Nighthunter and Eclipse leapt upon her, thrusts and fists, gunshots and weapons all raining down upon her, hit after hit came at her, so fast she had little time to react as her body was filled with lead. Nighthunter stood there his blades swinging at her body like a twirling dancer he spun, slashing at her body the blood pouring out of her, Eclipse was slower but his moves no less violent slamming the bow on her head as his fist flew at her from the other side. Her eyes shone with the violet light as they attacked, blood pouring from her mouth and ears, as Nighthunter swung at her once again his sword making contact with her jugular he slashed open her throat, clutching it the girl’s eyes widened as she fell, her body plummeting to the ground, slamming into it with such force a crater formed where she landed.

Time stood still as they waited breaths heavy in the silence, the dust from the rock attack still floating through the air around them. Blood pooled around the girl’s body as she lay there with her eyes closed, her chest not moving, her head sitting at a strange angle, had the dynamic duo finally completed the Arrow circle of life and destroyed his only child? Violet light began to glow around her, the blood pooling so beautifully moved to slither closer to her body, her body seemed to crack and melt as it healed itself, coming together slowly as her eyes opened and focused on the two that had attacked her, her full attention on them both. The violet light began to glow so bright that all around it was blocked, the sunlight replaced with this bright light, in a blink the girl appeared behind the duo, laughter filling the space around them, her body twirling in the air upside down she grinned at them both, an unnerving grin, the grin of her father “Ding Dong the witch isn’t dead!” moving faster than light she grasped the giant glowing sword on her back, the sword her father had given her, the sword of souls and swung at the weapons the heroes held, The sword of souls could cut through anything known to man or demon. Moving to appear behind them she whispered in Nighthunters ear “you’re cute for a hero” vanishing again she smacked the butt of the sword at Eclipse, aiming for his kneecap before moving again behind them both. “Can’t catch me” she giggled as she zipped around them running fast as several more of her appeared circling them, mirror images of the girl, perfectly fluent surrounded them. Each one dancing and singing, moving around them she reached forward to slash the sword at Nightunters ankle, ready to knock him down as she swung again at Eclipse swinging the end of the sword at his head. 

 Flipping backwards as her images span she leapt through the dimension behind them and appeared standing on top of the mound of rocks below. Her aim seemed not to fight but to play, to entice them into a game.

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 Coloured patterns lay on the ground, backward images depicting great feats from the Bible. Angelique shook slightly beside her as they walked, the guards leading them into the den of evil known as the Vatican’s inner grounds. No one knew the deep well of fear that lay inside the house of god, the hellish spawn that commanded armies of hate. The Baron and The Finder, to those who had dealt with them both the names cause fear to shimmer down their spines, Angelique had been told stories of them both from her father, the strongest woman Surreal knew was scared of these people. She knew she had to be on her guard in front of them both. The echoing footsteps of the soldiers in front of her seemed to mock her every breath as she worked hard to control her mind and body, taking Angeliques hand she pressed the girls palm and released it, a signal to the girl to calm herself, Angeliques breathing started and the LeBeau legacy began to calm her shoulders set, her head high, she resembled the girl she was once again.

“Through here” was all the direction the soldier gave them as they moved to open the giant gilded doors of the Baron’s inner chamber. No light in here, the drapes drawn over the shimmering sunlight outside the only glow in the room a small lamp, the light from it reflecting off the Barons red eyes. His hand moved as they walked in, looking up at them his teeth shone as he smiled and moved towards them. “The Lebeau legacy, my you are small, I thought at least you would be this tall, holding his hand to about his head height he laughed. “And your companion, a powerful sensei and Chi commander, how very new vogue of you” looking Surreal up and down, he appraised the two women before him, “well you have come for the gems I assume” He was not asking, he moved to the table and rans his hands over the black velvet bag, in a heartbeat he threw the gems at Angelique, her skilled moves catching it in mid air. Stepping back around the desk he sat once again “I have little time for you, take those back to your father and tell him once again he is in the Baron’s debt” His eyes locked with Angeliques as he continued “and this time, we will collect” waving his hands the women turned to leave “The Initiative is in my debt now ladies, that includes you both do not forget” Angelique moved to turn, to face him for his insolence, but Surreal placed her hand on the girls back and drew her out of the room “no” was all the sensei said as they left.

Sitting next to Angelique on the private jet home, Surreal gently opened the bag of gems and peered down at them, shining brightly she could feel their power. Closing it gently she watched Angelique’s sleeping form as she battled with the conflicting emotions inside of her. Angelique was like a daughter to her, yet her father was the symbol of everything she despised in the world, yet she just met possibly the cruellest man in the world. Was evil a matter of levels? Her thoughts took her back to her home, the place she was once safe and secure, it was all destroyed and she still believed Gambler was behind it all, but to date she had no proof. Her original plan was to take the gems and disappear from the world, but now after seeing the Baron she realised that her place was with The Initiative . The gems belonged with Jean for now, perhaps he was not the perfect choice but that was not, at this time for her to decide, only a few hours from now, he would hold the most powerful glove in the world and she would stand beside the family… for now.

The plane landed to mayhem, soldiers formed a tight ring around them as they arrived, Angelique rushed forward as one of the Initiative moved to intercept them “what is going on, is my father all right? What is all dis?” Surreal silent stood beside her as the soldier informed them of the attack and explained they were to be taken to a safe house til it was over. Angelique stared at the man for several beats before turning to Surreal. “Do you still have de transporter father gave you before we left?” nodding Surreal dug inside her bag for the small device, taking it the powerful girl grabbed Surreals arm and activated the device. The woman appearing behind Gambler at the Pentagon just as Lady Tlieso finished her sentence, smiling the women stood either side of Gambler and stood firm, both waiting for him to make the move.

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There are many Infinity Gauntlets. Some of them are useless, mere gaudy jewelry. But a select few, once put into operation, make the wearer the very structure of a god! One of these Gauntlets is set apart from the others, as it rests in a dimension of sentient thought, a dimension worthy of being conquered. This reality is obvious from its counterparts and is codenamed "Vine" by those who watch it from the Yggdrasil, for its interactions within itself are as jumbled and intertwined as the vines on a crumbling building. The ambitions of the Vine's villains are great, but one of those mortal men seeks immortality. Above and beyond the desires of the other men and women who achieve his cause, the man called Gambler has in his possession a piece of the Infinity Gauntlet. It is a task for the gods to take part in stopping him from ascertaining the others.
 
And so, either through his own ambition and greed or through a yearning for destruction, the god of conflict observed the endless stars of the Vine reality. His self-appointed mission was not to destroy Gambler, for he believed the very notion of such a villain to be in possession of even one Infinity Gem to be entertaining. He put trust in himself to guard the priceless artifact that would eventually become Gambler's hellbent quest for power: power itself. The stone he kept in his possession was the Infinity Gem that gave the cosmos structure and order. It was the cosmic adhesive that held everything together. Wholly invincible, without it the Vine reality it occupied would crumble. The Power Gem sparkled as the light of a centillion suns glistened upon Warsman's brow, the foundation of which crinkled and furrowed in thought. A cruel smile dangled on his lips as he watched the affairs of mankind and the advancement of Gambler's obsession. He knew Gambler could, even now, reach him and challenge him for the Power Gem on equal terms. It was only a matter of time.

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Pain, Agony, Hatred, Malice, Grief, Misery these were her friends. They were her companion’s through the dark and treacherous storms that befell her mind so many times. They lodge themselves in her heart and her soul giving her the only relief that she happened to have. It was a cold and dark road that she travelled among and many times she saw no point in it. The ways of the art of manipulations were beyond her, or where they?

 

“Your going to do what!?” her com instantly resounded with that of the scream of her dear and closest friend, Lilia. “Girl okay…hold on a sec your where doing what!? And you intended to..” but before she could ramble on any more Alexandra’s voice soon spoke for the first time since the secret information had been divulge. “Lilia as I told you, I am not only in my situation to reply a simple debt, Gambler might be the shifty Cajun the most devious of foes the mass manipulator yet he does not see the game I have been playing with him” her words trailed off into silence as she hovered below the canyon she had dug so deeply into before she continued speaking “I have not come here to aid this civilization..I’ve come with a plan, a plan no one not even the Cajun could ever suspect. A plan that I shall not reveal till the time comes, and till them I shall remain by his side paying my debt to Gambler”.

 

With that she desired no more communication for all this thought caused her head to pain immensely. Her eyes were soon distracted by other things like the gem she held in the palm of her hand. It was odd however she was to discover it, for in truth she had been in search for the artefact but now that it was in her possession she knew how hard it was to bear it. She could feel the power and yet she hated it. She would be happy to be rid of it and rid of all of this and return to base, back to Gambler back to her true mission. Yet despite everything she managed to savour the time she had with this object feeling its icy body against the palm of her hand.

 

This was one of the first objects that she had ever touched. Given the fact that her ability stopped her from touching anything this was the first. There was only one other thing she could touch, and that was her family. Her mother for one, she didn’t know why but she could. She remembered hugging her mother and then hugging a tree and the tree evaporated yet her mother remained. Though at that time she didn’t know much about her powers and its true origin she knew exactly whys he had been cursed with them. It was because of her father, she was paying for the dastardly acts that he had committed. Being the first bone of her mother she had this curse she had this ability the ability to never be able to ever touch anyone or get close to anything.

 

Her mind was soon taken over by her mission as her small figure ascended in to the skies. But before she could get far she found herself staring at something fired from below. Her anger ignited as she saw the figure of a man below obviously the cause of what had occurred. Her eyes faired with hatred a moment as she noticed that she was no longer alone. She hated how things always got so hard all the time! Her mind instantly thought of a plan but before one had managed to form she picked up a spiritual force of such magnitude it formed her headache to grow.

 

“Fire go boom” those were the words that she heard next. It sounded like that of a voice of a child. Her eyes instantly feel upon that of the demigoddess Rina. She appeared to be sitting cross legged hovering beside her in the air. She look on her face was that of a simple minded child playing with her toys. Alexandra could not help but smile slightly as this girl had come to her aid. Briskly without much trouble Rina grabbed the missile and began to use her magnificent abilities that were beyond normal to entrap it in that of a bubble shaped object. Hen without much effort she caused it to explode causing no damage to both her and Alexandra.

“Fire make pretty ball, do you see it Rapture?” Turning her attention to the girl she ignored or else. It was odd, she thought of Rina as a girl when in truth she could have been younger or the same age. “Tag I’m it” she said briskly as she soon reached for Raptures palm which held the gem. She showed no hesitation as she was happy to be rid of the thing finally. “Have fun Rina” she said with a smile flying back. She would rerun to base and see if Gambler had any more need for her and if he needed her help. Though she doubted this her main goal was to ensure the successfulness of Gamblers plan and she would obey his orders to the letter.

But once again on her way her bath was blocked by that of a bright flash before her. This caused her to instantly stop and her eyes to focus on the future that now stood blocking her path. She knew on sight who it was and everything got worse.   She could not escape and so she had to stand her ground like a woman and prepared herself for what words Emiel Chabot would stay to her. ‘Rapture.. You don’t have to do this’. Her attention was drawn to the piece of paper he held in his hand. She knew what it was, it was the note the letter she had written to him when she first arrived before things got serious, before things got so far.

She had written that letter while she was still in control before the possession before it all. She had written it when there was still hope, but sadly there was not anymore. ‘I’ve read the letter you wrote to me, You have a choice must like I had.’ With that he stretched his hand out to her as if giving her back the letter she had written so many moons ago. “I haven’t got much time.. they might need my help soon”. His eyes shifted to where Alex had just come from. “You know how much damage the villains can do with those gems, you now have the opportunity to put an end to this.. Help me stop them”.

She had hoped she’d never find herself in his situation. Emiel Chabot was her grandfather a man whom she respected where she came from. Now the choice had to be made, aid him and the heroes or not. It was a simple choice even her mother would have been able to do it. She knew what was the right thing to do, she had to help him he was family he needed o survive! But then again there was Rina, her friend. So the choice was either a friend or family?

“I…” she began her voice soft like that of a child. “If I aid you they’ll stop me, they’ll take control again and I won’t be able to fight back…” looking toward the battle she saw then all ganging up on the demigoddess and even though she could simply dispose of them, like she did with her mother, She doubted the girls mental stability. “I can’t help you I can’t! My powers won’t let me! He won’t let me! If I disobey him he’ll take control again and then I’ll hurt you and I don’t want that.” The small girl locked behind the face a woman began to speak, in truth Alex was only 14, a scared helpless little girl with powers that superseded her will and understanding.

“I’m sorry but I must decline your offer” she said once again hiding the little girl away and replacing her with a woman “My friend needs my help, and despite what you think of our kind, I must help her.” Glimpse of sadness entered her voice as her eyes would have formed tears if she did not hide them. “I want to explain I do though I can only do this for an explanation” she whispered softly as her hand glowed a brilliant blue in colour. Instantly a small dagger appeared in the palm of her hand as she clasped it tightly a moment. Pushing it toward Emiel she let it hover before him as she said “Your daughter gave this to me before she…never mind you are aware of Gemini I assume? This knife is made from part of that weapons blade. I want to tell so much but they won’t let me, my father more specifically won’t let me, I pray this will give you the answers about me that you seek for it knows me like no other.”

Instead of going through him she looked back over to Rina who remained surrounded by foes and she knew what she had to do. “I won’t hurt you, but my friend needs my help and I will aid her don’t get in my way” her words were cold and harsh as she gave Emiel Chabot one final look but not one of hatred no one that her mother would have given him if she was here. And in that second her eyes faded from their charcoal black state and shifted to emerald but sadly for only a moment. And in that instantly took off. Rina was her only friend similar in age and slightly odd nevertheless the same could be said for her. “Let’s play” she whispered as she neared the location of Final Arrow’s daughter.

She noticed while she was gone that the girl was fully able to take care of her own and in truth she knew that her help was not needed or desired but that didn’t matter to her. Rina currently standing on the pile of rock she appeared behind her whispering as she eyed the enemies around her. She closed her eyes a moment as the ground began to tremble with the simple clenching of her fist. The ground began to shake violently around the two girls as boulders began to level and sprout out of the ground followed with that of volcanic lava shooting out form some areas. She remained back to back with Rina as she whispered with a devilish smile “Can I play?”    

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Hours have gone by and Tundra was growing impatient, were the heroes of this time really this stubborn. Would they seriously be this stubborn and not take her knowledge as it was the truth in all its ways. She began to tap furiously at the ground, she wanted to get a feedback or a relay from Kurrent if not the Veritas. But no one was saying or doing anything, and the gems were slowly being snatched from their hiding places she just knew it. The date and the time was exactly as her husband had told her, soon the gems would be all together and the downfall would begin. 
 
She began to pace back and forth in the old store, the air around her in the building growing colder by the second. Her powers seeping out in frustration with all of the people of this time "Are these idiots really going to sit back and let it all happen? AHHHH, f@#k it. I will tell the damn fool in person." Darkchilds temper obviously rubbing off on her she slammed through the door and it flew across the parking lot. Tossing a backpack over her shoulder the laptop was still on running on its battery, keeping her signal alive incase one of the teams got wise and wanted to contact her. She was on a mission, she needed to tell Kurrent everything, how he would die and when. And if its after her Darkchild comes back to life, its soon within the next few years if not months. His death sends a wave of consequences through their time line, without the Veritas fall and never recover. Only for a fraction of a time in hers was the team brought back to its glory, and that was when her husband Darkchild led the team. But it wasnt for long as the war that killed them all rose soon after, she wasnt going to let it happen that way again. 
 
If todays events happen as their suppose to, maybe if Kurrent knows how hes going to die he will stop it. Giving the future a glimmer of hope, and even if the gems are gathered they might have a fighting chance once the war begins. Maybe Darkchild wont die again...for the final time and her son wont grow up fatherless. Tundra snarls at the air an slams a fist into a lamp post as she walks down the streets, it topples over smashing the glass. People on the street run as she begins to jog she knows the Veritas is near. 
 

Veritas Inc

 
 
She looks at the door and without hesitation closes her eyes taking over a worker, and bringing him to the door she opens it. Freeing the worker from her control the door slides open and she smiles "Im sorry sugah, I am needed here."The worker raises his hands in defense only for her to walk right past him, steady in her mind she needed to get their attention. She needed them to know she was their she needed to talk to Kurrent. Her eyes roll back into her head and she screams out loud and with her mind "VERTIAS!!! KURRENT!!!!!!" Her voice echoes through the halls and so does her screaming within her mind she taps into every one of their minds and her voice reverberates through their minds. She toned down the volume knowing full well she could have blown all their heads up from the inside, then the screaming stopped and she sat on the floor holding her hands out and cuffing herself. She knew if she went down willingly they wouldnt have to fight at all and she could get right to the explaining of all she knew. She heard footsteps coming closer and she held her arms out so they would see she wasnt armed or meaning to harm them. She just hoped Kurrent would listen to her, she prayed for it. 
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   Several Hours Ago 

As Alex watched his monitors more and more alert lights blinked on one by one. Energy readings spiking all over the country, reports of fighting in the Pentagon, What the hell is going on out there? "Whatever this is it can't get much worse," Alex sighed to himself, and then, as if in some cosmic attempt to prove him wrong, something happened.... a flicker on his screens, someone was in his system. Some one had figured out his codes and broken through the firewalls that were supposed to prevent such a thing. Hastily attempting to root out the source of the intruder he was interrupted as suddenly every one of his screens went dark. Only moments later a womans face appeared on each and every computer monitor in Alex's room. Coughing a little she goes on, "Alright... haha... jesus never knew I was camera shy." Shaking to get a hold of herself she continues with her story. As Alex listened to this woman who had somehow broken into his own systems he found himself doubting every word of it... however she had gotten into his computer, and he had thought that impossible too. Future? All the heroes and most of the villains of the world dead in some titanic war? Gems? No, no, this can't be true... and yet what if it is? I can't just sit here and wait to find out. "Alright then, whoever you are, You've got my attention. You want to get a hold of Kurrent? Looks like Veritas Inc is the place to be." 
 
Now 

After quickly suiting up in his prototype armor and setting several drones to follow him. Alex found himself making his way slowly across town to the Veritas Inc headquarters on the suggestion from some woman that claimed to be from the future. I've definitely lost my mind, he thought to himself. He doubted anyone out there would have believed such a story, let alone him reporting it. But dying wasn't exactly on Alex's "to do" list, and if this was true he sure as hell wouldn't be sitting around on his ass waiting for it. I just had to want to make a name for myself as a hero didn't I? Now look where I am.... In fact where he was now was standing right out front of Veritas Inc.  
But it wasn't business as usual in this particular hero headquarters. The front door was wide open, and there was one person just sitting there with a shocked look on his face. Frowning behind his mask Alex slowly made his way towards the man. "What happened?" he questioned. The man jumped slightly, apparently not noticing Alex comming towards him. After a moment of shock he simply pointed down the hallway. Sighing Alex set off into the Veritas HQ hoping he wouldn't be mistaken as the person responsible for whatever happend. Making his way farther inside he caught sight of a woman. Not just any woman though, this was the woman, the supposed time traveler, and above all, the one that cracked his system. 
"VERITAS!!! KURRENT!!!!!"

The scream was sudden and monumental, she had one hell of pair of lungs on her. Wincing slightly at the sudden noise Alex replied, "Oh, ow, great, I think there were a few people back at the Vatican that didn't quite catch that..." Clearing his throat and attempting to sound more confident than he really did Alex continued "Now then, I think you can answer a few questions I have."

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Samuel rolled in his bed lazily as the world around him was drowned out. Inside his mind he was active though, he was dreaming of a fight, a fight that he had been fighting for many years now, finally he was face to face with the man he was accusing of causing such great disturbance in the world, the man smiled a grin unlike any other, and though his face was darkened out the grin was unmistakable, so warm and welcoming. For it was this smile that would deceive the multitudes and eventually thrust them into the fire, the smile belonged to non-other than a man Samuel knew very well...Kurrent. 
 
 "VERITAS!!! KURRENT!!!!!" Suddenly a voice shattered Samuel's dream as his shot open faster than a man could blink. He slowly wipped the sweat from his brow as he mumbled to himself, "Its a just a dream o'le boy don't let it get to ya. You know Kurrent's better than that, he's a hero, a man of the people you'v...." His voice slowly trailed off as he heard the small pitter patter of footsteps. His eyes widened even more as he realized that the last tidbit, the yelling, was not apart of his dream. Quickly he leaped to his feet only to slip and fall on the cloths that he had thrust to the floor the night before after returning from Darkchild's funeral. As his body fell against the softness of his bed once more a million things ran through his mind in one instant. Two things stood out the most however, first was that he was still grasping the fact of Darkchild's death. It was unbelievable, the man was believed once untouchable, and unbeatable yet now someone had put him six feet below the ground. Samuel knew it could be considered the right thing, seeing as how Darkchild has more innocent blood on his hands than there was innoncent in the city, but the man had changed just before his death. 
 
Some would argue that a  few good acts would not constitute for the lifetime of evil which DC led, but Samuel thought otherwise, he believed in giving second chances. He knew personally the good a second chance could do for a person. The second thing that stuck out in his mind was the dream from which he had just awoken from. It was so vivid yet so hazy. The world in the dream was just like the real world yet it was somewhat darker and more depressed, like a man after loosing his dog that he grew up with. Then for some reason Samuel appeared to be at odds with the very man he fights with to this day, for this is what scared him. What could possibly posses either him or Kurrent to preform such evil deeds that it would cast the two to opposing sides causing them to fight not for eachother or for fun, but for the blood of the other. 
 
Samuel's calm trance was again shattered as his eyes deglazed with the sound of yet another voice echoing throughout the Veritas Tower. Samuel did not know what was going on inside his own home yet alone the world around him but he was going to find out. He quickly rolled across the bed grabbing his gear and suiting himself up. He grinned as he stood in front of the mirror pulling the crimson red suit over his body. The DH emblem that slightly stuck out from the rest of a suit sat peacefully over his heart as he slid the crimson mask over his face leaving only his gentleman's smile visible. He reached out grabbing his weapon's and quickly but carefully sliding them into their rightful holsters finishing up with his hardwood baton. The weapon that was a symbol of his mantel's legacy, etched withe emblems of the different people who bared the Day Hunter name. 
 
He turned hastily on his heels and slowly crept into the hall making silent yet rapid movements towards the intruders. As he neared their position he leaped upward pulling himself into the rafters he slowly set up one of his trademark traps. Carefully placing a small pistol with a lazer site that would soon be fixated onto the female intruder. Next he carefully crept across the beams to position yet another trap of the same design. Finally he was standing over the two intruders. He flipped the switch causing the two lazers to activate before beginning to speak. 
 
"Who are you? and why have you come here?" He choose his words carefully not wanting to upset either of the two, as he did not know of them nor their intentions. He grinned as his voice bounced around making it near impossible to pinpoint his exact location. In a final precaution Samuel slowly slid his baton out of his holster and prepared for the worst if things should go bad.

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#46  Edited By _Sojourn_

Behind closed eyes a lot can happen. In the land of dreams, anything can happen. Slight lay on his bed, cozy, and warm under his blanket. Wrapping himself in the thick comforters like a caterpillar waiting to turn into a butterfly, he snored. His mind was gone into the dreamland. His face had set in a happy smile, signifying that the dream he was dreaming was a good one. But, as usual, nothing ever really was as it seemed.

One dream in particular kept replaying over in his head, every time he slept it would work its way into whatever dream he was having. It was of his KOV battle with Feral Nova. He would replay every action he took, and watch every action she took, and felt every burst of heat, and every brute force blow. Then, the part always came when things turned bad. It was like he wasn’t meant to have happiness anymore.

Feral Nova turned into a demon, and wielded a flaming hellfire sword. All of this actually happened, but in the dream, Slight would loose his abilities somehow, and when the part of the battle came, when Feral Nova plunged the sword into his gut, he’d always wake up, and touch his abdomen thinking that a rupture had occurred for real. And this time was no different.

Slight awoke in a frantic sweat, and the sun was still up. He touched his stomach and realized that there was no pain, nor injury. A cathartic smile came across his face, and he looked over at his watch. He’d still kept the one Veritas gave him, but he never used it to contact them. His relationship with them was over, and contacting them might do more damage than good. Besides, he wasn’t even supposed to have it. The time read as 8: 00, and he knew that it couldn’t be right. The time was nowhere near that, and then he remembered that he’d not calibrated in a while.

Avery got up from his bed, and put his shirt back on. “This day is really redundant.” He said to himself. He unlocked the door, and went downstairs to the dining area. He waltzed through the long room filled with regal chairs, and royal portraits, and wished that when he was with the New Outsiders, that they had at least some of this stuff. Even with the materials that Iron Ninja had installed, it was nowhere near the magnitude of the technology this place had.

Making his way to the kitchen, Slight turned on the lights. One by one, they lit up the room. Opening the refrigerator, he saw a container of orange juice with Kiara’s written on it. He knew not to touch it. So, without further ado, he opened the cabinets, pushed aside cans of god knows what, and found a stash of “Famous Amos” cookies. “THANK YOU GOD!!!” Slight tore open the bag and stuffed his face, and soon enough the entirety of the bag was gone. The Sea King searched more and more looking for more delicious baked goods, but alas he could find none. Banging his hand on the metal table that stood in the middle of the room, he cursed the healthiness of everyone in the .

The Hydro Hero, still a little groggy went to the bathroom and gargled. Somehow it made him want to pee, so he placed himself in front of the toilet bowl. He didn’t bother to raise the lid, after all, he was a hydrokinetic, and there was no use for it anyway, he was pretty good at controlling his stream.

The next thing he knew, he felt an itch in his brain. Words replaced the itch, and he knew exactly who it belonged to. “Solace” he said aloud. Without knowing why, he looked out the window, and out onto the ocean separating him from the troubles of the world.

In a heat, he searched everywhere for the young heroine. Then, miraculously, he founder in the foyer’ of the . Noticing the look on her face, he composed himself. “ What’s the deal? You couldn’t have just called or something... Well…whatever. So… Who’s trying to destroy the world now?”    

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#47  Edited By The_Ghostshell

 Seductively Lady Tlieso attempted to charm her way to the Infinity Gem draped round the Cajun's neck. A tactic she had perfected over years of warming men's hearts and subtly maneuvering her prey, bending them to her every will. As she leaned in, closing the gap between herself and the King of Kings, the sent of her perfume infiltrated his nostrils causing a momentary laps in concentration. "You have to admit we had fun together. Damn successful too. Be a shame for that to end." she purred. And for a moment it looked as if she had lowered the Cajun's guard as he slowly moved in for what appeared to be a kiss. Then, unexpectedly, he paused as his trademark Cheshire Cat grin swept across his face, his ruby red eyes rising up to focus on Dreadmaster. "I see you have a new dog at dee end of your leash chere." he mockingly whispered in her ear before stepping back. His comment aimed to unsettle the dangerously powerful Dread.

Gambler's eyes then shifted to Homicide, a deadly up an coming assassin who had already garnered a solid reputation. And although he would never admit it openly, the death dealing trinity that stood before him was one that commanded respect. Placing his card gently back up his sleeve he once again turned his attention to the alluring Lady T. "You have gathered quite dee collection of power I see. Would be a shame if it were to crumble before ever reaching its full potential no?" he said before pausing, letting the anticipation of the moment build to a feverish pitch.

"So let us dispense with dis charade, amusing as it may be. I obviously have something you want, and luckily enough, you have something I desire as well chere." his accent carrying a subtle hypnotic charm. However before the two parties could deliberate a brief flash resonated throughout the hall before subsiding and revealing the Cajun's own daughter, Angelique, and her Sensei, Surreal Diablo. Instinctively, although somewhat disoriented, the deadly pair slipped into their own customized variations of a defensive stance, both on either side of Gambler ready to confront Lady T and her group. The Cajun's chest swelled up with pride, his nose now held high in air confidently. The smug and arrogant King of Kings hesitated for a moment as he contemplated testing the brash trio that had so defiantly stormed his Pentagon. But he was not a fool. His true purpose needed a cool and collected train of thought if it were to succeed.

Tilting his head to the side he addressed his deadly ladies. "Surreal, Angelique, stay here and help the wounded. If I do not return within dee hour, have Arrow track my energy signature and slaughter everyone he finds." and with that he turned to Lady T and winked. Quickly the Fem Fatale pressed her collar, "D! Now!" she said before the Vis Vires, along with Gambler vanished a colorful portal. Arriving at an unfamiliar location Gambler took a minute to gather his bearings before removing the crystalline jade colored gem from around his neck. Extending his right hand towards Lady T, he swiftly grabbed her, pulling her close with his left. "I give you dee Gem, but you must give me a child" he said with a devilish smirk.

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#48  Edited By Agent Callisto

Stepping through the long corridors of the Bureaus headquarters the powerful Agent of the B.P.R.D read through the report in her hands, her hard soled shoes made little noise as she walked, her green hair bobbing in the tight ponytail that was her uniform. Flipping over the page she heard her second in command long before she saw her, Gwendolyn liked to dress smart, high heels part of her powerful uniform. "They are moving faster than we expected Jennifer, they will have all the gems before too long" Nodding as she read through the last part of the report in her hand, the alien woman folded the paper back onto itself and looked through her green tinted lenses at the striking woman beside her "We knew the Baron would hand it over to them Gwen, that was a given, but we did not know about Lady Tlieso's movements, why did no one monitor her closer?" The report in her hands told of the events occurring on earth below them, their massive star base hovered above the satellite below. "She was being monitored Jen, she was kept tracks of, we knew she was creating a new group of Villains, what we did not know was that she would attack her old leader" moving through the star base the two women moved past the giant window, the view outside a stunning vision of the vast blue ball below them "It does not matter now, we knew from the outset that they could not get the Gauntlet completed, the piece we took from Darkchilds hand when he died will give us the protection we need against them using it"   

Entering through a sliding glass door, the walls lined with computers and screens, 5 rows of people sat on headsets, men, women and troupes could be seen on the monitors moving through different areas of the planet below, each searching for a piece of paranormal artefact or seeking out information on the activities of metahumans and powerhouses below.   

The B.P.R.D (BUREAU OF PARANORMAL RESEARCH AND DEFENCE) watched and monitored all events on earth, they had been in existence since 1935 and to date had control of almost every paranormal artefact known, along with every piece of information on all subjects requiring to be monitored. Staring at the screens above her Callisto watched as one of her agents dug up the body of a great knight, his armour shimmering through the screens as her agent pulled it off the body and held it up for the men too see, a soft cheer erupted around them. "Agents, keep me posted on the situation below" 

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 Zing’s plane touched down not too far from the pentagon, her second visit to the U.S in just 3 months. Many knew the Asian Emperor had an extreme dislike for western civilization; however the reasoning for her being in the U.S capital and with only a fraction of her protection left the bystanders completely, dumbfounded. A handful of iniative guards had been stationed outside, Zing’s army set up a perimeter much like they did; her goal was to make sure her team had a clean departure from the pentagon. The Mystic Green Dragon blade gave off a shiny silver Aura, which could be due to the fact that they were in Washington full of rich history.

From the plane various assault vehicles and heavy machinery were deployed, war was not what she had intended, not now anyway, the cards were not in her favor for a full scale war with the U.S, shaking up the big wigs running the government was a no go, these men were responsible for scripting atrocities so terrible that history had chosen not to record. Zing knew what she was doing, one of her guards, came across the parking lot awaiting his next orders.

“Just stay, the American News is watching, I want to shake the public up as much as I can…” Zing continued to walk the perimeter checking the condition of various weaponry; however she got a call from her walkie talkie, from a general of the initiative operating on the same frequency. “Speak…” she said with a monotone, but powerful voice. The man sounded calm, and collected, no doubt highly trained to handle standoff situations, his tone not aggressive or defensive like Zing’s; more so diplomatic much like the leaders he worked under.

“Let’s meet, half way, you leave your guards, I’ll leave mine, we’ll talk this out, no need fight, I’m pretty sure neither sides wants any unwanted casualties.”

Various thoughts ran through the Asian’s head however he was right, no need for unwanted casualties. The two sides back their leaders with rifles closely by their sides. Zing’s all black lycra uniform complete with Heels was clearly visible as she walked across the lot, switching back and forth, however it was not a seductive switch but a switch with a purpose. The two met in the center of the lot and then glanced at each other’s “Posse”

The wind blew her raven hair wildly, the silence between the two leaders was visible to everyone else, finally they turned towards each other to try and work it out.

“Alright why are you here, you can’t just keep landing on our Nation’s capital, Mr Leabeu is in a very private meeting, he can’t deal with you now.” Zing folded her arms and met his eyes with a hateful glare.

“I’m not here to speak with that pompous fool, I am here to see that my faction makes it out without a situation” The General picked up a Walkie Talkie and reconned back to inside the pentagon. “This is Alpha to Home, Chinese Emperor Zing Xiao, and her army have landed outside the pentagon…she says she wants’ to insure her team’s safe departure.”

He got no answer, Zing however didn’t pay him any attention, and she was glancing at the massive amounts of reporters that had been stationed around the Pentagon. “Well I’m glad we had this meeting, but I must return to my people”. Zing started back to her army, with her head down and arms folded trying to shield herself from the relentless wind. Her ears caught the sound of a pop, a spark shot up from her foot, her luck had saved her from what appeared to be a gunshot, she turned around and looked at the general who obviously knew nothing about it, and gave a devilish grin.

No sooner than she returned to her side, she heard another gunshot this one drew the attention of both sides, in a matter of 3 seconds, the U.S and China were at war. Zing took cover behind a plane, but the two small armies would only stop granted a command from their leaders, and Since the U.S leaders were preoccupied, both armies fired unrelenting at each other.

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#50  Edited By Paradox

Action, something she constantly desired. It was something she wanted to always find herself, and dare her be in a situation where she just sat around while the battle commenced. She hated when she sat around by force or order and helplessly watched those around her take part in the battle and spilling of blood. Being who she was she never wanted to be caught dead in a situation where she did not desire to fight, to take a stand! That would not be her. She was Saquri a hero…to the world at least. Inside she was darker than the darkest demon eviler than the most mastering mastermind. Her heart constantly fuelling her actions and her heart being fuelled my revenge.

Her trail toward Sovereign Son had instantly stopped as she sensed the uneasiness of the world around her. It was like a dagger being stabbed in and out of her head none stop. This commotion brought her to her very knees as she was currently a few miles away from where she aimed to go. She knew that her team mate needed her assistance nevertheless she found herself fin conflict with a duty and an Idea, her Idea to be more specific. Her crystal blue eyes looked toward the smoke as she looked off into the distance staring at the horizon.

“Why go to stop the river by the stream? You go to the source.” She said her words though where in that of the Aconi language so not even the demons could hear them. Slowly she got to her feet blocking out the voices, blocking out everything as she opened her eyes. Her eyes began to glow that of a static blue as she stared yonder waiting what she might possibly see. Her eyes finally fell upon a man, known as the Cajun, aka Gambler. There was a party of five surrounding him, mostly out of woman for there was only one other man present. “Charmer em…” she whispered with a devious smile as she continued to study what her eyes where showing her.

She saw a woman, know to be the Queen of Darkness deadly close to his position. But her eyes ignored everything else as they came to lay upon the emerald gen, the same colour as her locks that new laid against her back as the wind died. She outstretched her hand toward it but as she did the vision disappeared and she found herself back in the field.  Her fist clenched as she took one more glance toward that of the ruined Zero Squad tower then back toward the horizon as she whispered simply to herself. “Forgive me…team”. And with that she used the gravitational pull of the earth and soared toward the location of the Pentagon.

It took her only a few moments at best to arrive flight at faster than light speed could do that. She found herself hovering over the monstrous monument as she soon found a way to enter. Remaining unseen by those she soon watched it all play out, everything that her eyes had shown her. The seduction acts of Lady Telieso followed by the appearance of two strong women that supported Gambler, evening the odds since the lady of darkness had not come alone. She soon watched something unfold that she thought was slightly interesting. She was not about to charge in for she was noted as a Hero, the Veritas emblem showed that or it did, until she removed her uniform.  She would do what any good scout could do and watch, anyway information was power and she was gaining a lot at this point. A kiss followed by an insult left Gambler walking on a very think rope that would. Never the less he barked orders subtly toward his daughter and Surreal Diablo before instantly they disappeared.

But somehow by some random act of fate she was taken with the group. Instantly she appeared in a location she knew nothing off. She was far enough not to cause any suspicion for she knew their eyes would be on Gambler, not a misunderstood hero lingering in the shadows. Once again she was in a situation where she was alone, and largely outmatched. But her eyes darted toward the Cajun as she heard his words ring in her ears loud and clear. He extended his hand toward Lady T as he briskly pulled her into an embrace as he whispered with all his charm "I give you dee Gem, but you must give me a child" Obviously the queen of darkness had gotten more than she had bargained for instead of seducing the Cajun she would have to make a hard choice on the super of the moment, Paradox was not missing this.

Slowly she lifted her sword in hand that contained a communication device she had formed herself made not of earth’s technology and simply whispered to her team mates “Veritas this is Paradox, I’m currently in proximity of the gem but largely outmatched, hope ya’ll are having fun cause I sure am” with a smirk she kept her weapon in hand and her eyes at the Cajun, and at the jewel. She had no intention in taking it but if the opportunity presented itself she would take it. She might not be a threat, she might not have to take part of any of these events she found herslef in Nevertheless she stayed in her position watching the game unfold.