(FoG) Act Two: Ascenison Into Darkness

by **Arcad** » Wed Jan 12, 2011 3:25 pm

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Act Two of the Fall of Gods RP.

TIMELINE OF EVENTS SINCE THE SEARCH FOR ALLIES:

1 day- Reznov departs for HUNT, promising to provide inside info. He has not been heard from for 6 months.
1 week- The supers arrive at Lake Thomsen.
1.5 weeks- Lisa joins the volunteer fire department as an EMT
2 weeks- Pooling resources, the supers buy a house. Card gets a job at an auto repair shop.
3 weeks- An old Lincoln Navigator is obtained for less than 300$; with lots of hard work, Card fixes it up into a good car.
1.7 months- A millionaire living several houses over offers to sell his 25 ft Sea Ray boat for an amazingly low price.
2 months- Jean opens a store; Snow helps him run it.
3.5 months- Lisa is accepted as a paid EMT at the local fire station.
4 months- The supers get a VW Jetta.
4.3 months- Jimmy gets hired as a morning show DJ.
5.9 months- Jean's store is advertised in the local paper.

Content with a happy existence in upstate New Londim, the supers aren't about to try and change anything. But Mentar and HUNT have other plans...

by **African-Union** » Wed Jan 12, 2011 4:06 pm

Tag (Just so I have easy access)

by **Agadar** » Wed Jan 12, 2011 4:36 pm

Tagged

by **Earth Sphere Coalition** » Wed Jan 12, 2011 4:41 pm

Reznov stood in front of his Black Guard, weapons ready. He stood in his new power suit looking them over. The last 6 months had been the most brutal of his life. He could only remember some of what happened to him.

*Flashback*
Reznov arrived back at the LZ. He was tired from all the running and just wanted to rest. Sadly life had other plans.

"Lieutenant!" Robert called out

"Yes Robert? What is it?" he sighed. "Before you ask, they got away. I don't want to talk about it." he told him.

"Alright sir, but we still need you to look over the captive and Mentar called. He says he needs you to meet him. Something about a review." he told his commander.

"Alright, let command see if the captive is HUNT material. I'm heading out to meet Mentar." he said as entered the Pelican and collapsed onto the seat.

20 Min. Later

Reznov had stripped himself of his armor and entered the office Mentar had taken over for the day.

"You wanted to see me sir?" he asked. All he remembers after that is his cries of agony.

End Flashback

Now Reznov had one goal in mind. To kill all remaining supers.

(OOC: And I'll let Mentar do the honors of explaining what he did to me.)

by **Zions Rebel Court** » Wed Jan 12, 2011 5:37 pm

Underground HUNT Base, Approx 6 weeks after events of SfA

Kurt awoke in a darkened room. He had a headache, and had been out of it for hours. He tried to bring his hand to his forehead, but he found both his hands had been chained to the floor. When he tried to blast his way out of the shackles, he received an electric shock coursing throughout his entire body. Kurt screamed out in agony.
"Fuck. How did I get myself into this mess?" Kurt muttered to himself. He recalled the past few days...

Kurt had been running from the officials for three weeks. He was at his "retreat" when they discovered him. He was using his powers in order to release the build up. It was the only way he could control them. He ran immediately. He got in his car and drove until he was out of gas. He avoided authorities at all costs. After two weeks of running he saw a warrant for his arrest on the TV. He went to the nearest gun shop, he needed all the protection he could get, but he didn't want to risk using his powers in public. He went in cautiously. There was a short Asian man behind the counter. He was eying Kurt as soon as he walked in the door. Kurt tried not to make eye contact. He looked around the store, looking for a small pistol the would suit him. He chose a Jericho 941 9mm paid the man and left. The man was staring at him the entire time. Once Kurt left the man picked up his phone and called the police. He told them that the man he saw on the news had just purchased a gun from him. They were on Kurt's trail immediately. An hour after the purchase, Kurt was already running again, only this time he wouldn't escape. They forced him into a dead end. He shot four HUNT agents before they were able to bring him down. That's when he blacked out.

Kurt kept wondering where he went wrong. Then two HUNT agents walked into the room. They sat down across the table from Kurt.
"Kurt McAdams. Ex-Master Sergeant in the Londim Army. Left it for a banking position? Now, why would a Master Sergeant decide to leave it all for a position in banking Mr McAdams?"
"Better pay." Kurt responded. He wouldn't look at either of these men in the face. He wouldn't admit to his powers.
"Well it seems you resigned about a week after the ban on supers was declared. Did that have any impact on your decision?" The other agent asked while looking through Kurt's file.
"Why would that impact a regular person like me?"
"It wouldn't impact a regular person. But then again, you aren't a regular person, are you Mr McAdams?"
The other agent chimed in, "Look, we know you're a super. We have recorded footage of you using your powers. We are giving you a one time only offer. Join HUNT as a special operative, finding and capturing other supers."
"And what if I refuse?" Kurt made eye contact with his captors for the first time.
"We kill you. Easy as that. We erase you from existence. We'll kill you're family, your friends, anyone who ever knew you. We can make it look like you never existed. So what do you say?"
Kurt was silent.Would they actually do it? Could they? "Fine. I'll join your operation. When do I start?"

This was the beginning of Kurt's new life. It would never be the same for him...

by **Jedi8246** » Wed Jan 12, 2011 6:16 pm

Dugal awoke. He blinked his eyes slowly and sat up in his new bed. He looked around the room. Thought it was not luxury, it still was far finer than any home Dugal had ever lived in previously. He sat thinking about the events of the last six months.

Shortly after Reznov had returned from his chase of the bus of runaway supers, Dugal had been sent to the HQ of HUNT. There he went through series of rigorous exams to determine if he was worthy enough to become part of the operation. Though he barely passed etiquette and discipline style tests, the physical and mental portions he passed with flying colors. And so training had begun. For three months he underwent difficult and often at times brutal training. Though it was harsh, his fighting skills greatly improved. He learned two different forms of martial arts and a new sword form. He became toned and developed more muscle. He also discovered a new aspect of his powers. Though he was only able to use it twice, he was able to cause lights to grow brighter, nearly blinding all those who looked on. However he could blind himself with it and it only seemed to work when there was a large quantity of light. He also learned leadership skills. After his training was finished, he then was educated on his position and given much information on the supers the government had tracked down so far. At the end of his three month assignment training, it came time for him to be assigned. Being new to Operation HUNT, he was given only ten men and a small number of weapons. Dugal had all he needed though. He had his trademark longsword, two pistols, and seven daggers. Today was his first day on the job.

Dugal dressed in his new government uniform. It was standard army camouflage with a patch bearing the name Green Ghost and his insignia from the time when he was a hero fighting crime. Twenty minutes later he stood in front of his small group of men about to give his first speech to them.
"Good morning men. I am your new squad leader, Dugal Cane. Though I may be still low ranked, we have been given the freedom to hunt down supers and give them to the government. We have been instructed to stay away from the group of runaways that escaped from the city months ago. Other than that our mission is simple. I look forward to our missions together and hope for great success. Alright let's move out!"
Dugal hoped he had not been too cheesy in giving this speech. Oh well he thought. At least they know I am not some sort of hard ass. He followed his men to their lone Pelican. They boarded the aircraft and sat. The Pelican took off and began flying them to their destination. Dugal looked at the men sitting before him. They seemed a little unsure of where they were going.
Dugal spoke up. "We are headed to the mountains. We have intel that indicates that a super may be living up in the mountains and is alone. This will be a good test for the capabilities of our squad. Hopefully we can succeed in capturing this super."
Dugal sat back and awaited their arrival.

by **Karaig** » Wed Jan 12, 2011 7:31 pm

Breail looked at himself in the mirror, the pale scars runnign down his right eye. He splashed the icy water on his face, washing away the night's dreams. Dreams, he had never had any, they had always been nightmares since he could remember. Remembering his past had become his obsession, his drug, a hunger he could never quell. who am I?

He started to remove the bandage covering his last wound from the night when he met HUNT. He had been hit with multiple shots that night, three from a handgun, seven from a M4, and the one that he had just uncovered came from a Berret 50.cal. The skin around the wound had started to regain it's colour, the wound itself finally healed. The sniper had gotten lucky, hitting him. Infact seeing him was lucky. If he had a better shot, I could have died...

He suddenly snapped back into the physical world, a loud noise emminating from the shop. Breail turned to the door, walking silently towards it. On the way he grabbed the Glock from the bathroom cabinet. He but his ear to the door, and listened. Nothing. That wasn't good, he slowly opened the door, and peered into the hall. Nothing.

"Shit...." Breail groaned, he could hear anything. No noise it was dead silent,he couldn't even hear John. John, he quickly moved to John's room and opened the door. It creaked and Breail quietly swore, he had given away his position. He quickly ducked into the room, everything looked as though it had been ransacked. Just as John usually left it .

"Good... no ones been in here which means they're probably still in the shop." He pivoted and went to John's closet. He moved the clothes aside to reveal a Benelli M3 Super 90. He grabbed it and check the gauge. eight shells, he grabbed 13 out of the box and shoved them in his pocket. Moving towards the door, peaked out. Aiming the shotgun down the hall towards the stairs, Breail advanced, staying close to the right wall...

by **Warhaven** » Wed Jan 12, 2011 8:36 pm

Some time ago...

"Yes, it's time for your annual performance review. Please, sit down. Nasagori, close the door, we wouldn't want to be disturbed, now would we?" Mentar asked.

"No of course not." Nasagori said, closing the door, and locking it.

"This is Dr. Yamato Nasagori. He is a scientist. Infact, he's in charge of all scientific research related to Hunt. I've asked him here, because of your performance.

Your efforts were quite admirable, Reznov, but, too many Supers got away from you. Capturing only a few to make it look like you were trying, oh yes, I figured out your little game. It's over." Mentar said.

Quickly, he used his powers to block all the nerves in Reznor's body. He would be allowed to breath, and listen, but that would be all he could do.

"A great change is upon this world Reznov, and it needs to be guided properly. So Nasagori and I are going to help you assist us in guiding it. You will thank us later, because that is the only option I am going to give you. Your free-will, from this point on, is no more. Your thoughts, are my thoughts, your will, is my will. You will hear, and obey, never questioning my decisions." Mentar said.

....

Time passed, and Reznov was changed.

Some Super powers had been understood by Nasagori, what caused them, where they came from, and how to induce them in others. This lead to a new breed of Foot Soldier known as Hunter-Killers.

But, Reznov would be different. He would be their plant.

The first stage was to introduce Regeneration into Reznov's body. Otherwise he would die.

Second stage, augment his physical abilities, sharpening all five senses to that of a lethal predator.

Third stage the mind purge. Reznov's mind was altered. False memories implanted with Mentar's legendary skill. Now Supers weren't his friends, they were his enemies. They had hurt him, his friends, his family. They were responsible for all that was wrong in his life. Only Mentar's gracious generosity had saved him. Reznov owed Mentar his life.

Fourth stage, the removal of Free-will. This was difficult, even for Mentar. Free-will was intrinsic to one's very being. In its place, Reznov was given a pseudo-free will. That is, he could make all the decisions and choices, do whatever he liked, so long as it fell within the perimeters of his missions.

Fifth stage, the outfitting for his power suit. The suit itself was improved to withstand the elements, rusting, and a variety of seemingly standard Super-powers. Also, it was Bullet-proof.

Now it was time for the field test.

....

Current day.

Reznov had one order. Hunt down and kill his former allies and friends.

With him was a squad of Hunter-Killers.

Hunter-killers were once human.

Nasagori had given them Regeneration too, and had sharpened their senses as well, but he had also hardened their skin to resist puncture, hardened their bones to resist blunt trauma damage, increased their speed to four times that of a normal human, and increased their muscle power to four times that of a normal human.

Mentar and a team of Psychics had reduced the mind of a Hunter-Killer to a primitave state. Their sole thought was Death, their sole desire was to kill. They had the instincts of the greatest predators in nature, combined.

They could not be reasoned with, could not be bought, needed nothing, and this troop was trained to respond to Reznov's voice alone.

Mentar waited, with anticipation. A tracking chip was in the mind of everyone, Reznov, and his Hunter-Killers. His mind rode in theirs, so he could watch what happened, when Reznov returned to his friends.

by **Earth Sphere Coalition** » Wed Jan 12, 2011 9:54 pm

Reznov heard Mentar speak inside his head.

He's over there, by the gas station. You know your directives Reznov...

Reznov barked "Black Guard! Board the Pelican! We're moving out!"

His team ran into the Dropship in an orderly fashion, followed by Reznov. He turned on his radio to contact the pilot "Get us to the Gas Station on Primrose and Holt. ASAP." he ordered and waited.

30 Min. Later

"Hunters! Move out!" he ordered as they all jumped down from the Pelican, the screaming of citizens didn't concern him. Only his objective mattered.

He landed on top of a car, the glass flying everywhere.

"Find him!" he ordered and like a black wave his troops began to swarm the area. Screams of pain and agony came from inside as the gas station attendants died or got injured. Hearing a faint whimper Reznov walked to the side and saw a young man trying to protect a young girl, his eyes glowing red.

"You bastard!" he yelled out as he unleashed a wave of red energy at him. Reznov let it hit and continued forward, when he got close he reached out and grabbed him by the neck.

"Prepare to die, super." he said mechanically as he twisted his hand and heard a loud snap.

Satisfied he looked down at the young girl, no older then 10. Her eyes wide with shock and fear. Her hair levitating by itself.

"Interesting, you my dear will have a meeting with the good doctor." he said as he grabbed her and threw her over his shoulder, he then grabbed the dead super to take back with him (for studying). He walked back to the gas station store and saw that his group were tearing the people inside limb from limb. Blood covered the walls and the moans of anguish could be heard from down the street. Reznov loved it.

"We're done here! Let's go!" he ordered, immediately the Hunter-Killers stood up and followed their leader towards the Pelican. Leaving behind a scene of unspeakable carnage. This single act of horror ushered in a new age of warfare, one that would scar the world for generations to come.

(OOC: I'll be back on later tonight. Later! Hope you like this entry!)

by **African-Union** » Thu Jan 13, 2011 7:04 am

Three subtle drops came from the sky, raining themselves down upon Jeans newly-shaved head. It had been relatively bad weather recently in upstate-Londim, and Jean didn't like the feel of it. Whether Skii had been affecting the climate in this way was unkown to Jean, but she most likely reflected this upon her mood. It had been six months since they last encountered any traces of HUNT or Reznov. Jean always had a negative feeling about what happened to Reznov and where he may be. Knowing how massive of an organization it was, he knew it would've been near impossible for them to have not found out about Reznov assisting the supers, and betraying orders. Either way, it should've been of little concern for Jean, as he had a new life, and new responsibilities.

Owning and managing the "Lucky 8 General Store" was what brought in the cash crop for him, since everybody needed to contribute to the group in some way. Some cared after the house, cooking and cleaning during the day, meanwhile some were off working hard hours. No matter what the group did, they always decided democratically and fairly on an issue. It was like the family Jean never had, and it had brought a great feeling of joy to his heart. These people weren't like others, they cared for eachother in a way that was unfamiliar to Jean in the past.

In the previous 6-months Jean had taken the reigns as unofficial "leader" of the small group. They generally went to him for advice, when they had issues he would always serve as a mediator, and the day that combat became a necessity for their survival, he knew he'd lead them into battle, and always come up ontop.

After a long few minutes of reflecting to himself, Jean went inside to restock his shelves, and begin cleaning around. It had been a few days since Snowflake had last come in to help around the store. Jean knew he'd have to remind her every once in awhile, and he was perfectly fine with that. The family experience he now had turned him into a more patient, welcoming, open person overtime. He began to stack canned goods in Aisle 4 when suddenly the little bell rang in the front of the store, signalling a customer had entered.

"Why hello there, welcome to Lucky 8! How may I help you?" Jean asked as he stood up from the floor, tiding off any dirt that had accumulated on his outfit.

"I am here to see a mister Jean Mumbasa please." replied the man, dressed in a very expensive-looking business suit.

"And what business are you seeking from him, just so I know to tell him" retorted Jean, very suspicious of this man.

"Mr. Mumbasa is required for a multitude of things from my superiors. He is long overdue on payments, taxes, and I have personally tracked him to this location myself. Now if you will stop fooling around, I am very short on time Mr. Mumbasa." when he uttered the last part of that sentence, Jean felt uneasy. He had lost his powers 6 months prior, and they still hadn't fully returned. Every so often he would gain a small power, but it would dissappear shortly thereafter. If this guy was a HUNT operative, Jean was screwed, as he had only his two fists, and a gun 10 feet away. But by the time he reached for it, the assassin would have already quickly terminated Jean, and he would be done with.

Instead, Jean casually walked a bit closer to the man, and continued "I-I've been ontop of my federal dues, I'm not sure exactly what you are talking about. Perhaps you have the wrong Mr. Mumbasa, infact I know this one guy about 40 miles North of here, same name. It's a common mistake really, I can point you his way." Jean said, nearing the door to the store.

The strange man stepped in front of him, not letting Jean outside where he could escape and get back to the group with this information. "I am afraid I cannot allow you to do that." the man stated, drawing closer, and closer to Jean...

(OOC: I'll continue later on today after I do some schoolwork. Sorry for any errors/poor writing, I was in a hurry)

by **Arcad** » Thu Jan 13, 2011 7:58 am

(Stupid alarm clock... so loud... making noise... waking me up to go to work... don't wanna get up and....)
"WORK! OHMYGOD I'M SO LATE!!!!! yelled Card. He turned off the alarm clock, jumped up, and ran into his closet. It also served as a gun locker, behind the false back. He grabbed a t-shirt and a pair of jeans, as well as his long-sleeved work shirt with his nametag on it. "Crap, crap, crap, CRAP!" he whispered, being more careful not to wake up the others. He ran into the bathroom with his belt half on, and put it on with one hand while brushing his teeth. Nope, no time to shave today. He grabbed his shoes, and, as quietly as possible, ran down the hall, up the steps, and into the kitchen. He grabbed a bowl, the milk, and some Rice Krispies, and ate cereal faster than the human eye can see. He grabbed the keys off the key hook, put his shoes on, and plucked a tangerine out of the box; he'd eat that on the way. Practically leaping down the stairs, he ran outside, and went into the under-house carport. He slid into the black VW Jetta, stuck the key in the ignition, and turned it. The little diesel engine purred to life. He drove down the long driveway, and pulled out onto the street. "Ok, well, I'm not TOO late..." Card said, fairly relieved, as he ate his tangerine. "I just hope there aren't any sunday drivers between here and work..." he grumbled. Little did he know that sunday drivers would be the LEAST of his worries that day.

by **African-Union** » Thu Jan 13, 2011 8:26 am

"I know exactly who you are Jean Mumbasa. I know who you father was, your mother, you whore of a sister, I know everything there is about you. It'd be a shame if your fellow supers found out about all those little secrets of yours." the man was clearly insane, and very much dangerous.

Jean slowly backed away "I don't want any trouble here, just leave my store and we will never have to see eachother. You take one step forward however, and I will give you a long and torturous death."

"Your powers haven't been working properly for six months Jean, do you really think we're that dumb?" the man said, unsheathing a blade from his wrist. "I will give you a quick and easy death if you just admit defeat right now, and nobody will know that we ever had this discussion." the man drew closer, now within a few feet of Jean.

Jean turned around and leaped over the sales counter, a sharp pain pierced his upper back, and the warm trickle of blood seeped down his body. This mysterious man was quick, very quick, and even more dangerous. Jean grabbed his signature silver 9mm, and peeked over the counter. Nothing. The man had simply vanished into thin air, leaving nothing but Jeans small blood trail. "Shit I've got no reception in here" he whispered to himself as he gazed at his phone.

A voice echoed throughout the small store, and pierced Jeans mind like a sharp spear. "Do you really think we'd make it this easy on you. I know you are with that group of misfit supers. As for their location, we aren't too sure about. You tell me what I need to know, and maybe we spare you." the voice continued to echo in Jeans mind, causing him to collapse.

"S-stop it now! Get the fuck outta my head!" Jean screamed angerly. As soon as he uttered those words, the man appeared right before him, driving his blade right into Jeans gut, before repeatedly stabbing his insides, ripping them apart. Jean pushed the man away, and dizzily walked toward the front door. He stumbled into a shelf, causing it to tumble over, spewing its contents all over the place. Jean fell to the ground, dizzier than ever before.

"Tell me what I need to know Jean, or this torture can go on for the rest of the day." the man repeated. Jean stood up, regaining his balance, now just two feet from the entrance to the store. He felt another sharp blade penetrate his back, and then both of his legs. The pain drove Jean to crash through the feeble glass in front of him, and out onto the front of the store. A large shoe stepped on Jeans head, and drove him into the pavement, shattering his nose in the process. Two steel-like fists pounded the back of Jeans head, causing a loud "CRACK" sound to emit.

Barely able to function, Jean crawled toward the road, hoping somebody would pass by along the way. This was the primary dissavantage of being in the middle of nowhere, he got no business ever, and no one was there when Jean needed them. A spontanious ringing sound began to fill Jeans mind, and he smashed his own head into the ground, trying to get it to cease.

"You are a pathetic human being Jean Mumbasa. You're a disgrace to the human race, and your whole family was. We slowly drained the blood of your whore sister just a few hours ago, it was oh so fantastic to hear her screams and plees for you to come rescue her. But sadly, since you are such a worthless being, she died a slow arguous death. Just like you will soon." these words caused something in Jeans mind to completely snap, where desperation and hopelessness resided just seconds ago, now occupied rage and hatred.

Jean steadily stood up, the man three-four yards away, standing with a laugh. "Your fucking organization destroyed my family, my friends, and my entire life. You never showed any remorse for your actions, and you finally will pay for all the attrocities your people have committed." Jean started to feel a warm sensation pulse throughout his body.

The man laughed, "Oh yeah Mr. Mumbasa, and what are you going to do about that?" the man smirked. Suddenly that smirk turned to a face of fear, as he could see a glowing emit from Jeans body. Intense heat occupied the battleground, and with a loud scream from Jean, an explosion of white light sped toward the man, and everything within 500 yards. The screams of all this assassins victims filled his ears and his mind as his body began to melt, limb from limb. A massive explosion was the last thing this monster would ever see. Just as soon as the 5,000 degree heat was released from Jeans body, it completely dissappeared. Everything around the battleground was completely incinerated, and ash was all that remained. All the heat from the explosion had drifted away with the wind, and Jean collapsed onto the ground, completely naked. His clothing, his store, everything he had worked to build in the past six months now gone as he lay in the road, unconcious.

(OOC: Hope I did that adequitly, it's my first real time RPing a fight scene, so go easy on the ridicule. Also, Card should see the explosion and rush to pick up Jean and take him back to the house. Jeans got a shattered nose, broken teeth, a smashed in skull, a few broken limbs, 3 broken ribs, multiple stab wounds and burns from the explosion.)

by **Dimoniquid** » Thu Jan 13, 2011 8:54 am

Lisa had woken up to the sound of the bell. "Lisa, move it! We've got a casualty in the middle of the street, Imma driving." Someone shouted, Lisa getting up and rushing to get her uniform on.

As the ambulance arrived, Lisa jumped out, grabbing her bag and slinging it on her shoulder. "What have we... what have we got?" She asked, seeing Jean on the floor. She checked his head, seeing trauma. "Head trauma, we need to get him on a board. Possible limb breakage, his nose is broken, and he's got multiple stab wounds. " She said, again, sending her gloves on, and checking his pulse.

by **Arcad** » Thu Jan 13, 2011 9:22 am

The explosion rocked the very woods, or so it seemed. Card almost skidded into the next lane. "Holy SHIT!" he exclaimed, pulling the car into the proper lane. He heard an amblance siren very shortly after. "Jeez, I hope nobody got hurt too bad... what WAS that?" he said to himself. Then he realized that he'd be passing Jean's store soon. "I'll stop in, say hi, and find out what that was..." he said, forgetting about work for the moment. But as he approached, everything suddenly came together. The blackened pavement, the burning ruins of the store, and the ambulance... "JEAN!" he yelled, grinding the VW to a halt and jumping out. "Oh my god, what the HELL happened here?!?" he asked one of the EMTs. "Heck if I know." he responded. Card realized it must've been an enemy super. "It, uh... it looks like a gas leak explosion, or something... I've seen gasoline explode before." he said.

by **Dimoniquid** » Thu Jan 13, 2011 9:31 am

"Does it smell like gas to you?" Lisa asked, putting the brace around Jean's neck. "This was done on purpose. You follow us to the hospital." She said, the two EMT's lifting the board up and moving to put him in the ambulance.

by **Arcad** » Thu Jan 13, 2011 9:52 am

Dimoniquid wrote:"Does it smell like gas to you?" Lisa asked, putting the brace around Jean's neck. "This was done on purpose. You follow us to the hospital." She said, the two EMT's lifting the board up and moving to put him in the ambulance.

"Sure, sure..." he said, mildly annoyed that she'd entirely erased his attempt at covering everything up. "I'll follow you guys. I'm going to have to call my boss and explain why I'm late, though..." Card said. He got in the VW, and pulled out behind the ambulance. The town had a fairly small hospital, with its own little OR. Jean would probably need to be healed by Lisa, though...

by **Earth Sphere Coalition** » Thu Jan 13, 2011 9:56 am

Reznov was in the Messhall eating breakfast. He noted that many people want out of their way to avoid him. Ever since the massacre at the gas station, he was a pariah. He had already heard a few nicknames he had received, he heard them when they thought he was out of earshot. The Butcher on Londim, Mentar's Enforcer, and his favorite The Black Lion.

He didn't care though. All he wanted was to do what he was ordered to do.
"Reznov, there are reports of an explosion at a store near a small town in North Londim. Move in and 'investigate'." he heard Mentar inside his head giving him his orders.

Reznov stood up, gaining everyone's attention. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his cellphone,quickly dialing a number.

"Get the Pelican ready and prepare my suit. We have a mission. Wake the Hunter-Killers." he ordered and hung up. Walking out he noticed the average soldiers quake as he passed by. He loved his job.

by **African-Union** » Thu Jan 13, 2011 9:56 am

Jean gasped for air, rising up out of his bed. It was decently sized bunk, 3foot by 7foot, made out of a cold metallic substance. There was darkness filling the room, with the exception of a dim light above Jean, and one at the end of the hallway. "Where am I?" Jean thought to himself, his mind racing a mile a minute. His thoughts echoed throughout the confines of his space, and everything seemed slightly blurry. After the final repitition of his thought, silence filled his ears. Last Jean remembered he was fighting that man in the suit, then a white light filled everything, and now darkness.

Jean stood up slowly, sharp jolts of pain striking his limbs like lightning, he looked around once more. The only place to go was toward the light up ahead, everywhere else he stepped a wall occupied the space. As he neared the light, it grew brighter and more powerful with every step. Finally Jean stepped into the light and he was in what looked like a small research facility. Surgical equipment was neatly ordered all around the room, and all the furniture glowed an egg-white hue. In the center of the room resided a small table, with a high-tech looking crib at the centermost point. Jean walked alongside the crib, and moved the blanket back, to reveal a small, dark baby. It looked to be asleep, with a small bandage over its torso. Couldn't have been more than three or so months old by its size, and the more Jean looked at it, the more it resembled himself.

Suddenly, a clacking of footsteps came from behind Jean and the child, causing him to jump and do a complete 180. Nobody was there, not a single soul. "What the fuck is this place" he wondered to himself, keeping his guard up. As Jean turned around he saw a quick flash of a black suited figure in his peripherals, causing Jean to jolt around once again. Nobody. His heart rate began to climb, and he could feel his blood begin to boil. His core body temperature rose to an unhuman-like state, causing excruciating pain all over. Jean collapsed to the ground, trying to regain his balance. Suddenly his nose, eyes, ears, and mouth began to seep blood, and his body began convulsing. His eyes turned upward, and there stood the very same man he had killed previously, only now hideously deformed and bloody.

"Why hello there Jean, long time no see" the man said with a cackle as he unsheathed the very same blade that inflicted great damage to Jean before. The bright room flashed, the baby began to let out a screech of terror and pain as the strange man picked it up out of its crib. Jean began to feel his bones snapping, organs melting away, and his skull imploding on his brain, then the man spoke once again. "Cursed be he that does the work of the lord deceitfully, and cursed be he that keeps back his sword from blood." as he uttered those words, the blade he had been holding began to leak blood all over the floor, just as Jeans eyes closed, and everything subsided.

OOC: Not very disturbing, but trust me they will get worse and worse.

by **Albertasby** » Thu Jan 13, 2011 10:01 am

Snowflake drifted from her dreams and sat up in her bed. She had slept for most of the morning and looked at her bedside table. The clock read 11 : 33, late again for her work. Life had worked itself out quite nicely for her. She had a permanant home, the first one in over ten years. She had employment, working in the shop with Jean, but for the past few days she had slept in. She even had a family, something she had been deprived of for the majority of her life. She smiled.

"Well, I suppose I better get dressed. I think I need to help out in the shop today, I owe it to Jean," she said to herself. She got dressed in her work clothes, a shirt, a skirt, some tights and an apron with her name tag on.I wasn't the most flattering attire, but it would do. She slipped on her shoes and headed out the door.

She couldn't drive. Well, the others wouldn't allow her to. She had known how to drive for years but, being her age, the others wouldn't let her near the cars. She did have an advantage though. She could ride the lake near the house. Not literally, but she could control the water so she just walked in between it. It was a shortcut so she wouldn't be as late as she had feared. She made sure that she kept down low, the last she wanted was to be seen and caught.

Reznov. That was who had been on her mind the past few days. She'd give anything to have him back. She had grown quite found of him and had began to confide in him. The two of them had been through a lot together. He had saved her life and she had nearly killed him. He really was a good friend to her but she hadn't heard from him in six months...

Eventually, she reached her location and saw a horrifying seen ahead of her. She froze. What on earth had happened? ...

by **Susinia** » Thu Jan 13, 2011 10:21 am

Skii had been rather down lately, probably why the weather had been so miserable. She missed how her life was before this all happened. "If only I hadn't asked what Card was up to," she told herself. She did like her new "family" and sure the house was nice. But she missed her job, her friends. She even missed her early mornings.

Everything was different now though. They had to stay low and out of trouble. They had to stick together. She looked out the window. Rain was still coming down heavily. "Well this isn't doing any good." She changed the rain into sun, hoping it would improve her mood, it didn't.

She had seen her replacement on Channel One, a right tart she was. She always got the weather wrong, Skii made sure of that. As for the woman's clothes? They were certainly revealing. Skii had never met her but took an instant dislike to her.

She got up, got dressed and headed downstairs. Everyone had cleared off and she had the house to herself. She didn't have a job. Well, she kind of did. It was her job to stay and guard the house. Keep it safe ... AND clean! She turned on the news to see the latest storylines.

This just in. Reports of a gas explosion are coming in. We are not aware of the casualties but it is believed one man is in hospital. The expolosion took place near the "Lucky 8 General Store...

"No?! That's where Snowflake and Jean were! I hope they are okay!" She grabbed her coat and headed out the door - heading for the hospital. "Damn! The cars are all gone! Guess its a boat ride!" She ran down to the lake and grabbed a boat. She sped there at full speed, determined to do something...

by **Jedi8246** » Thu Jan 13, 2011 10:28 am

Dugal stood up as the Pelican landed somewhere in the mountain range. Showtime he thought. It was time for his operation as a squad leader. He turned to address his squad.
"Alright men. Set up the mobile base.Let's go!."
As his men began their task, he checked the radio network HUNT controlled. Reports of some trouble in North Londim were circulating around. He rang into HQ.
"Main control, this is Dugal Cane, codename Green Ghost. Is assistance required in North Londim? I am not too far from the location."
He awaited response.

by **Earth Sphere Coalition** » Thu Jan 13, 2011 10:35 am

Jedi8246 wrote:Dugal stood up as the Pelican landed somewhere in the mountain range. Showtime he thought.
"alright men. set up the mobile base. lets go."
as his men began their task, he checked the radio network HUNT controlled. reports of rucus in north londim were being talked about.
"dugal to main control. is assistance required in north londim. i am not too far away from the location"
He awaited response.

"Dugal, this is main control. We are sending in Reznov. Finish up your objective first and head to new location when done." HQ told him.

by **Dimoniquid** » Thu Jan 13, 2011 12:01 pm

James skidded along in the car - a Chevrolet Cruze - new, fancy, and a small issue with the lock. He slowly drove into the port, switching the engine off and walking into the house, changing into his trunks and taking a dip into the pool.

Lisa lifted the board onto the table. She checked the wounds, pressing her hands over the wounds. The wound began to heal, and she left it, checking the rest. His nose, some of his ribs, his limbs and his fractured skull were all healed. It took a bit of time, but he was stable. "It turns out his traumas weren't as serious as we thought." Liam, the doctor assigned to him said. Lisa knew they had to get Jean out of here.

"Liam, can I talk to you?" Lisa said, Liam following her into a private room. After closing the blinds, she took off her gloves, and placed her hands on his neck, beginning to sending pheromones through his body. He began to kiss her, lifting her onto a table.

by **Arcad** » Thu Jan 13, 2011 12:20 pm

Card heard the door close, and sprang into action. He walked nonchalantly into a back room of the hospital, taking an EMT's badge. "He won't mind if I borrow this..." Card said to himself. He then went back to Jean's room. "All right, buddy, get up... we've got to go." he said to Jean. No luck; the older man remained unresponsive. "Ok, then... let's find another way to skin this cat, shall we?" he mused, looking around. There- a wheelchair. That would work. He grabbed the three bottles of what looked like painkiller, which were sitting on the bedside table, and slipped them into his pockets.

After three minutes of trying to figure out how to pick Jean up, Card finally got him into the wheelchair. Ignoring the noises coming from the private room next door, he wheeled Jean out of the room. Ensuring that nobody saw, he very quickly made a T-zone over the receptionist, and then ran out the door with Jean. He popped the T-Zone only when they'd gotten to the VW. "All right, lemme see if I can pick you up AGAIN..." he joked, lifting Jean into the backseat. He dropped the badge on the wheelchair and jumped in the driver's seat. They were on their way home, where it would be safe...

by **Dimoniquid** » Thu Jan 13, 2011 12:38 pm

Lisa had done what she had to do - she had left him with his trousers off, on the table, knocked out. She could handle anything thrown at her. "Sorry, buttercup." She said, closing the door, locking it, and breaking off the handle. She was off duty as of now - she took out her phone, ringing James. "James, boy, I need a pick up."

"Uh... Now?" He asked, wiping the water from his face.

"Now. Jean's coming home - preferably nonchalantly." She said, walking to the exit, ending the call, and walking out. James had jumped out of the pool, wiped himself off, changed his clothes, and moved to the new car. He slammed his screwdriver into the lock, and opened it up. After starting it, he began to drive to the hospital.

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