Gods Among Us [Superhero] (IC/Open)

[Anowa]

Gods among Us

ACT: 1

Renaissance

The year is 2015. Five years ago, the world's first real-life superhero came into light after his efforts ended a bank robbery in Los Santana. His efforts ended their robbery, and he quickly became an idol and role model. As life passed, he continued to stop criminals all along the American West Coast. In 2013, the United State Government began to lower budgets to major law enforcement agencies across America as well as promoting hidden superheroes to reveal themselves. The world was quickly changing, but not all were for the best.

Two days ago, an explosion rocked the city as explosives hidden in the Police District Office of Los Santana destroyed the entire office and killing hundreds of officers. During a press conference, the hero which all had become known as 'The Guardian' was assassinated in front of the entire United States. Panic filled the streets as Police could now no longer dispatch assistance, and the greatest hero now dead, police are attempting to calm the city. Local governments have called national guard, but still cry for help. But who will come, are we past saving?

Location: Los Santana, United States
(2015)

Credit to Latznavia

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[Anowa]

Atlas sat in his apartment, it was given to him by his current employer, a man named Papa Slick, gazing at the Television that had just shown a replay of the Hero getting his head busted like a ripe melon, he was sure of his decision, he was already wearing his armor and was now waiting for one of his friends in the FBI to give him a lead. so he could possibly track down the man, until then he would go out and 'disperse' some Gang bangers, he loaded himself up with various firearms and walked out of the building, he entered his MRAP-Cougar the vehicle had room for his 7'7" frame he slid the key in and turned the ignition, he put the vehicle in gear and drove towards Skid Row, hoping tho stop the major gang war there.

Andrea sat in her home and watched the news, it was playing the events which had unfolded 2 days ago as well as the riots and violence in the streets, deep down she was wishing she could help without going batshit insane and killing everything in sight but it wasn't possible, the most she could do was continue her job as a Psychiatrist, helping those affected by this.

[Insaeldor]

Jaxon Marxssen

"So is the suit ready?" I asked Maci walking through the halls of Marxssen Industries Headquarers. I had been working on the posibility of exporting Combat Suits after the U.S. military did successful trials of them in the past although these would be built upon far superior technological bases curtesy of the free market.

"Yup, full operational as of today. All it needs is a field test to see the suits abilities in real life combat situations" she told me walking in step with me and showing me a diagnostic of suit via a tablet.

"You got power enhancing gloves so your Erebokinesis and Hellfire attacks can be used more adequately. You've also got titanium alloy armour coupled with a magnetic field shielding to better protect you from metal projectiles. Enhanced cyberlinked neurological amplifiers to help make you increase your physical abilities. And finally the new sword krafted after a Japanese Uchigatana as per your request and utilizes your Erebokinesis to enhance the blade." She explained showing me all the features in the tablet.

"I love it when you talk like that you know that." I exclaimed with a chuckle.

"Do a good job out there and I'll do some other things you love so much." She said giving me a piercing looking coupled with a wide smile. I smiled back and we both walked into the prep room. She left to man the control panel on the right of the noticing barren room while in center was a combat suit based heavily of the old Samurai I wore during my time there nearly 700 years ago. As I got up to it the suit burst open to allow me the ability to enter it. I turned slid my body inside allowing myself to become fully submerged into it before in quickly and near violently closed on me.

It was black at first with only Maci's voice in doing a systems check. Pretty soon my HUD came online with my suits statues report and energy levels displayed as well as a target lock on system running as well. Everything seemed in order and I could move my body easily in the suit.

"Ready to go Jax?" Maci asked me over the ComLink.

"As ready as I'll ever be, time to take this city back."

[Talion Union]

Iroquois ran from rooftop to rooftop, until he reached a fire escape, where he scrambled down, jumping from the last one, skipping the ladder and rolling into the alleyway. He sprinted, knocking several people over, diving over a taxi cab and running through traffic. He pried open a manhole cover using his bionics, and jumped down into the sewers, disappearing into the maze of tunnels. He called a specific number, and dropped the cell phone into the water, saying nothing.

Elsewhere, a Swarm of Nanites began slaughtering scientists and security guards, murdering everyone.

The Ghost escaped from a hidden elevator shaft, avoiding the smashed elevator at the top, escaping into the streets. It settled itself on a nearby roof, forming itself into a human shape.

[Latznavia]

BENJAMIN WILSON
A.K.A.
NEO

It had been only a day since the death of the first superhero and Los Santana was taking a beating, and in the heat of the summer night a lone man walked down the street. On his way back to a familiar place, he looked over his shoulder to see the faint shimmer of something oh so common. He motioned his head aside as a crowbar few past his head smashed a car windshield, as he took notice of the windshield, he refocused down the street. Hoodlums, in great numbers were wearing masks of Bill Clinton, Abraham Lincoln, and other famous faces with bandanas of 100 dollar bill logos. He took a hard gulp and faced down his oppressors.

"Nice night isn't it..." He stated hoping this wouldn't have to get violent. The apparent leader, wearing a George Washington mask and holding a makeshift club from a few welded golf clubs and nails nodded a bit and looked at his crew before they nodded and began to approach him. 'Well, this is going to end badly...' his first thoughts were as he cracked his knuckles quietly, 'I hate when I have to lay a can of whoopa** on those less intelligent than me'.

His backpack glowed and two bars launched up, the group stopped as he folded them over. His arms became wrapped in metal fringes and his legs seemed to grow a bit more defined as his pants tightened. His boots rose a bit and a helmet with a clear holographic projection screen appeared. Armor unfolded from the sockets and again, he stood his ground and looked at the group.

"Come get sum'," He said, getting in a fighting stance.

___________________

DONOVAN FOWLER
A.K.A.
MR BODY

A fie alarm fire burned in downtown, and for what reason? The riots were getting out of hand again for a second night, but it was lucky that the FBI division office was in Los Santana. It was even more lucky who decided to respond, Donovan Fowler got out of his car as he saw the line of police cars blockading Harlem Street as a Garbage truck with machine gun maniacs were taking part in the chaos which had befell the city. Gunshots were being fired, but it was clear these guys were here to kill. So was Mr. Body, he walked beyond the barricade to see the disabled garbage truck and SWAT trying to get near. The cigarette he smoked hit the ground.

"More cops!" One shouted, "Take 'im down!" Two turned their way to Mr. Body, he went down to pick up his cigarette. His hand made contact with the concrete and suddenly two large spikes rose up and pierced the men in half. The other three looked in horror as the spikes disappeared and two lines of red oil-like substance came back to the FBI agent who looked at the two surprised men with a face of a wild man. "TAKE THAT MOFO DOWN, MAN!" They turned their attention to him and began firing.

His arm came around and a large shield formed seemingly out of his bones and he walked slowly, taking a stride towards them. One of them panicked and ran, only to be gunned down by SWAT. The other two keeped firing the clip, only to hear the dreaded clicking sound. They looked in horror, as the shield went down and there he stood smoking another cigarette. One punched him, and his head did a one-eighty before turning back to them. His face contorted a bit before retaking shape. His hand became a blade then and ripped one of them in half and looked at the other one, with the blade to his throat.

"Are you going to be a sensible young man", and without hesitation, the man dropped his gun and surrendered.

___________________

MAXIMUS DEMITRIKOV
A.K.A.
THE UKRAINIAN

The metal around the frame turned rusted then to dust at the United Banking Firm in Los Santana. Maximus had only moments ago broken into the bank to steal whatever he could before any police attention got there. The city was burning, he chuckled as the drawers of the deposit boxes turned to dust and seemingly floated to him. The police would be no problem to him. He soon felt his jacket and the bags he was carrying were heavy. He had enough, he decided to walk out. Outside, he began to load a large van with the three bags of just dust he had when he heard a screech sound.

He turned to see a police car, which he had seemingly ignored. He looked at the officer and raised his hand violently. The car flew fifteen feet into the car and flipped, he then forced his arm out, throwing the officer into his car ad it landed, crushing him. He closed the door as more cars came down the street. He waved his hand as the first suddenly swerved, smashing three cars into it. Then clenched his fist, resulting in an explosion. Four cars gone, he went into his van to see a SWAT Van approaching. He stood by the driver side door and clenched his hand, the hood caved in, the back crunched the wheels bent and the van collapsed into a ball, much like the man before. He swung his arm and the van flew into an oncoming convoy of police vehicles.

He wasn't going to waste anymore time. He got into his van and drove. Police scattered, blood and bodies all about. The van drove away, the cameras down from his previous acts, nothing was seen of him except what his victims had seen. The van drove straight down the road, a makeshift barricade and spike strip had been set up and officers began to shot. 'cute', he thought, as he created a ball of telepathic energy in his hand and leaned out of the window. The ball flew into a van and the barricade flew back, the spike strips flipped into the air and the van drove passed the dazed officers and disappeared into the city.

[Anowa]

Hussarhad swooped down from the skies for the fifth time that night, to disperse a large mob before they clashed with a riot police line, "...His death was in no way the fault of the LSPD!" he nigh yelled
a rioter spoke, "maybe if they actually did their jobs, he wouldn't be dead!" there were a few whoops of agreement,
Hussar was getting tired of the mob mentality and their lack of reason, he unsheathed his sword, "I grow tired of the games, either you disperse on your own, or I will disperse you." the rioters looked among each other and quickly scattered, Hussar sighed and took to the skies again.

Slick was entering the Hind on his casino rooftop so he could escape without getting lynched by the mob trying to bust their way inside, he closed the door behind him and sat down, he sighed and rubbed his knee, almost 12 years ago he tore an ACL and ever since he had to walk with a cane, it was also an epiphany for him, he was wasting his life the way he was living so he bought a sizable island, named it Gaia, and created the worlds newest nation, it was identified by the US, Canada, Japan and Australia. it was an extremely well known tourist vacation, even more so now that seemingly everyone was fleeing for it, waiting for the chaos here to die down. he buckled himself in, and began to fall asleep.

[Insaeldor]

Jaxon Marxssen
-Abyssus-

I stood up from my position as all suit systems had been cleared and the per-run diagnostic of the suit so it was clear to go. The suit felt smooth and the electronics felt like they ran smoothly. I looked over at Maci who smiled at me softly and I gave her a nod smile at her even though she couldn't see it through the helmet. I walked further for just a moment before engulfing myself in darkness and vanishing using my transportation method. Moments later I found myself on the middle of a scummy street with rundown buildings, cars on fire, trash thrown around, and gang members running around like bloated rats with no police presence.

"Hey I set you to one of the harder hit sections of the city. The area doesn't have much to any police presence for a few miles. Have fun alright just make sure not to hit any civilians alright." She said with her soft Georgia accent.

"Don't worry, you know me and my purpose of creation. I'll make sure no innocents are hurt alright." I told her reassuring her and her concerns.

"Promise?" She asked

"I promise" I told her just as a thug came up to. He was dressed in a black hoodie, camouflage pants, sneakers, and a skull patterned bandana covering his face. He came at me with a large knife pointing at me.

"Hey motherfucker? What do you think you're doing walking around dressed like that you stupid looking ninja wanna be fuck face!" He screamed putting himself in an aggressive posture. I quickly grabbed at my sword and struck him with one struck as my sword exited from its sheath. It hit his stomach and almost instantly expelled his intrails into the street. I then took my sword and in one swipe I cut straight through his neck slicing through the spinal cord and sending him to the ground.

Just as he fell dead I noticed his group of friends walking the street. I out reached my left hand and expelled a bolt of dark energy from my hand and it raced tapes the crowd of armed gang members killing a few of them in the initial attack but most fell to the ground. I walked up to one and grabbed him by his ankle and lifted him up above my head before slamming him to the ground splattering his brain across the ground before him the side and shot a stream of black hellfire at a large group of them almost igniting them instantly and then plunging my blade into one of the grounded men going through his heart and killing him.

The streets were empty but I could feel more of them coming and I prepared for more combat. Then Maci got to me.

"Hey there is something going on at the United Bank Firm just a block away from you, go check it out."

[Anowa]

Jaxon Marxssen
-Abyssus-

(Image)

I stood up from my position as all suit systems had been cleared and the per-run diagnostic of the suit so it was clear to go. The suit felt smooth and the electronics felt like they ran smoothly. I looked over at Maci who smiled at me softly and I gave her a nod smile at her even though she couldn't see it through the helmet. I walked further for just a moment before engulfing myself in darkness and vanishing using my transportation method. Moments later I found myself on the middle of a scummy street with rundown buildings, cars on fire, trash thrown around, and gang members running around like bloated rats with no police presence.

"Hey I set you to one of the harder hit sections of the city. The area doesn't have much to any police presence for a few miles. Have fun alright just make sure not to hit any civilians alright." She said with her soft Georgia accent.

"Don't worry, you know me and my purpose of creation. I'll make sure no innocents are hurt alright." I told her reassuring her and her concerns.

"Promise?" She asked

"I promise" I told her just as a thug came up to. He was dressed in a black hoodie, camouflage pants, sneakers, and a skull patterned bandana covering his face. He came at me with a large knife pointing at me.

"Hey motherfucker? What do you think you're doing walking around dressed like that you stupid looking ninja wanna be fuck face!" He screamed putting himself in an aggressive posture. I quickly grabbed at my sword and struck him with one struck as my sword exited from its sheath. It hit his stomach and almost instantly expelled his intrails into the street. I then took my sword and in one swipe I cut straight through his neck slicing through the spinal cord and sending him to the ground.

Just as he fell dead I noticed his group of friends walking the street. I out reached my left hand and expelled a bolt of dark energy from my hand and it raced tapes the crowd of armed gang members killing a few of them in the initial attack but most fell to the ground. I walked up to one and grabbed him by his ankle and lifted him up above my head before slamming him to the ground splattering his brain across the ground before him the side and shot a stream of black hellfire at a large group of them almost igniting them instantly and then plunging my blade into one of the grounded men going through his heart and killing him.

The streets were empty but I could feel more of them coming and I prepared for more combat. Then Maci got to me.

"Hey there is something going on at the United Bank Firm just a block away from you, go check it out."

Atlas

I had seen the man in pseudo-Samurai armor, and decided they could possibly work in a team, I began walking towards him and stated my intentions, "friendly at your 8 o'clock, I was thinking of teaming up.", I saw the man tense and I awaited the man's reaction, whether it be friendly or hostile, then again it could possibly be intimidation as well, tends to happen to people my size.

[Insaeldor]

Jaxon Marxssen
-Abyssus-

(Image)

I stood up from my position as all suit systems had been cleared and the per-run diagnostic of the suit so it was clear to go. The suit felt smooth and the electronics felt like they ran smoothly. I looked over at Maci who smiled at me softly and I gave her a nod smile at her even though she couldn't see it through the helmet. I walked further for just a moment before engulfing myself in darkness and vanishing using my transportation method. Moments later I found myself on the middle of a scummy street with rundown buildings, cars on fire, trash thrown around, and gang members running around like bloated rats with no police presence.

"Hey I set you to one of the harder hit sections of the city. The area doesn't have much to any police presence for a few miles. Have fun alright just make sure not to hit any civilians alright." She said with her soft Georgia accent.

"Don't worry, you know me and my purpose of creation. I'll make sure no innocents are hurt alright." I told her reassuring her and her concerns.

"Promise?" She asked

"I promise" I told her just as a thug came up to. He was dressed in a black hoodie, camouflage pants, sneakers, and a skull patterned bandana covering his face. He came at me with a large knife pointing at me.

"Hey motherfucker? What do you think you're doing walking around dressed like that you stupid looking ninja wanna be fuck face!" He screamed putting himself in an aggressive posture. I quickly grabbed at my sword and struck him with one struck as my sword exited from its sheath. It hit his stomach and almost instantly expelled his intrails into the street. I then took my sword and in one swipe I cut straight through his neck slicing through the spinal cord and sending him to the ground.

Just as he fell dead I noticed his group of friends walking the street. I out reached my left hand and expelled a bolt of dark energy from my hand and it raced tapes the crowd of armed gang members killing a few of them in the initial attack but most fell to the ground. I walked up to one and grabbed him by his ankle and lifted him up above my head before slamming him to the ground splattering his brain across the ground before him the side and shot a stream of black hellfire at a large group of them almost igniting them instantly and then plunging my blade into one of the grounded men going through his heart and killing him.

The streets were empty but I could feel more of them coming and I prepared for more combat. Then Maci got to me.

"Hey there is something going on at the United Bank Firm just a block away from you, go check it out."

Atlas

I had seen the man in pseudo-Samurai armor, and decided they could possibly work in a team, I began walking towards him and stated my intentions, "friendly at your 8 o'clock, I was thinking of teaming up.", I saw the man tense and I awaited the man's reaction, whether it be friendly or hostile, then again it could possibly be intimidation as well, tends to happen to people my size.

-Abyssus-

"Come along" I told the man dressed in a military combat suit. I didn't know him but he wasn't an enemy from what I could tell. Simply seemed like a guy willing to help which was something I could always do with in this time. I continued walking down the streets of what was basically the slums with gang graffiti, trash, and most shocking of all blood and dead bodies which have accumalated since the rioting a result of people praying upon one another something their so called savior allows to happen in mass numbers on a daily basis. I walk down the street slowing to allow to new tag along to join up.

"Jax keep an eye out. Intel says that the guy at the back is in a van heading your way. Get ready to take him out." Said Maci over the ComLink system. I started to charge my dark energy gauntlet with the excess floating off in a black smock with bubbly misty characteristic to it.

"Got it. I'll take over from here." I told Maci before turning to the tag along.

"Keep an eye out, we've got an enemy heading this way." I told him my voice distorted and given a metallic characteristic to it.

[Anowa]

Atlas

I had seen the man in pseudo-Samurai armor, and decided they could possibly work in a team, I began walking towards him and stated my intentions, "friendly at your 8 o'clock, I was thinking of teaming up.", I saw the man tense and I awaited the man's reaction, whether it be friendly or hostile, then again it could possibly be intimidation as well, tends to happen to people my size.

-Abyssus-

"Come along" I told the man dressed in a military combat suit. I didn't know him but he wasn't an enemy from what I could tell. Simply seemed like a guy willing to help which was something I could always do with in this time. I continued walking down the streets of what was basically the slums with gang graffiti, trash, and most shocking of all blood and dead bodies which have accumalated since the rioting a result of people praying upon one another something their so called savior allows to happen in mass numbers on a daily basis. I walk down the street slowing to allow to new tag along to join up.

"Jax keep an eye out. Intel says that the guy at the back is in a van heading your way. Get ready to take him out." Said Maci over the ComLink system. I started to charge my dark energy gauntlet with the excess floating off in a black smock with bubbly misty characteristic to it.

"Got it. I'll take over from here." I told Maci before turning to the tag along.

"Keep an eye out, we've got an enemy heading this way." I told him my voice distorted and given a metallic characteristic to it.

"Acknowledged" I activated my suits synthetic musculature and braced for contact with a Meta-human, given the singular term the Man used, he walked over to the opening of an alleyway, I had somehow made my way from Skid Row to the east side of downtown beside an apartment building, it was eventful day to say that much I looked down at I armor, the other guy must think I painted it red, I looked back through the sight of my weapon an AR-15 chambered in .50 beowulf, a single round could stop a grizzly in it's tracks, he spoke out towards the Samurai, "the names Atlas by the way. Who might you be?"

Jezebel/Andrea
Andrea was just about ready to leave her apartment when she smelt blood, an obscene amount of it, it was right outside, she could feel herself slipping away, both in mind, as well in body as her bones cracked and body slowly deformed into that of her massive demonic form, as this continued she could detect another Demonic presence across the street, 8 floors down, she would soon be unable to go undetected by the other Demon, and soon she would be unable to control herself.

[Talion Union]

Iroquois emerged a safe distance away from the shooting. He scrambled out, moving the manhole cover back into place. Someone came up behind him, pushing him over. "Get this fucking clown!" A thug took a swing with a 2x4, but Iroquois grabbed it mid swing, breaking it in half with his bionic strength. He rammed the broken piece of wood through his chest, sending through his lung. The first thug stumbled for a bit, then fell into the open manhole. Iroquois grabbed the heavy metal cover, and threw it like a frisbee through the second goon, turning his head into a bloody mess and imbedding the cover into a building, the thugs body hanging limp. The third attempted to flee, but caught three bullets to the back. He fell, and Iroquois planted a foot on his back and another bullet through the back of his head. He took off running, headed for a nearby apartment, looking for a place to hide, the other rioters avoiding him out of fear.

He burst into a random apartment on the fourth floor, quickly subduing the single resident, tying her to a chair and placing a strip of tape over her mouth, leaving her behind him, against the bedroom wall. He sat on the bed, barely even breathing hard. The bionics, combined with his natural stamina, really paid off in his line of work.

The money would be in his account, wired to him by his employer.

***


The Ghost watched the crowds below, curious. It saw them fighting, and a deep down urge within itself overwhelmed him. It made its way down, tearing through gang members like tissue paper.

[Acadeshia]

The Road Begins

It was a cold and gloomy night. The stars were hidden behind the this moisture known as clouds. The street lights cast long and ominous shadows on the street. The city was dead quiet, as it was at this time of night. There was one bit of movement though. Between the shadows a dark figure moved. No sounds eminated from it. It was the death of night itself.

Slowly, a mantion came into view. The figure approached slowly and quietly. Several guards fell to the floor as they lost their heads. Puddles of blood formed like polka-dots in the night. A door opened, closed, and opened again.
In a room within the mantion sat several figures. Their faces betrayed their oriental ancestry. They sat around a large table. The room was clad in ocre and maple. Statues of marble and slate alternated with the wooden pillars. Their voices could be heard in a heated debate. Each arguing vigourously with gesture of his hand and extreme facial expressions. The hand of the leader came up, and planted itself on the table. Silence followed.

"What is it, my lord?" asked one of the members.
The leader remained quiet, and finally slumped in his chair, blood trickling out of his mouth. From behind him emerged the shadow. He stood next to the corpse of the former leader and smiled at those around the table. They sat still for several moments, shock had taken hold and they were struggling to process what they had just witnessed.
"Four hours, gentlemen," the figure said. "You have four hours before I begin hunting you down. I'll kill each of you a day until there is none left," the shadow vanished.

The group began to dissipate. Each scampering off in a different direction. They did not bother to take care of the body of their fallen leader. each was now only concerned with his own survival. The cars scattered into the night from the mantion like ants from a crushed nest. Their fumes were quickly consumed by the incessent pattering rain. Thunder streaked across the nightsky, and on the highest point of the mantion, the figure stood.

"I'll kill each of you in turn. But before then, I'll have you do my bidding." It said to itself.

[Talion Union]

Standing up, he looked at the woman. He took two steps closer. "You got a car?" She nodded, her eyes to the floor. "Look at my face when you speak to me" he said, in a firm and commanding tone of voice. She looked up weakly, tears in her eyes. "Not so hard, was it?" He chuckled. "What's wrong? Scared?" He leaned down, next to her ear. "You should be" he whispered. He pulled his surgical mask up partially, to reveal his mouth, revealing a wicked smile. He ran his tongue along the side of her face, laughing. "We're gonna have fun together." She struggled against her bonds as Iroquois stood over her, a look of excitement and anticipation hidden under his surgical mask.


***


The Ghost 'stood' amongst blood and corpses, the asphalt soaked in the blood of over 20 people. It felt nothing, completely indifferent to the deaths of others. It drifted elsewhere, with no clear purpose or reasoning.

[Latznavia]

MAXIMUS DEMITRIKOV
A.K.A.
THE UKRAINIAN

The van had escaped the police, leaving a path of destruction. Maximus chuckled as he smiled, his gold tooth shining in streetlamps. The van swerved around another low corner, onto a slummier apartment stretch in Skid Row when he began to notice all the death, this brought a curious question to his mind. 'Who is killing people in Skid Row?' his headlights answered the question quickly when two men in armor flashed in front of him.

The car suddenly came to a halt as Abyssus turned and punched his fist clean through the hood of the van and piercing the engine block. The van screamed to a halt and from the smoke of the now damaged van, came a man with an imposing 6' 9" build. He slowly put on his face mask and sunglasses as he looked at the two men. Slamming the door behind him, he waited for their first move.

[Anowa]

(Image)

MAXIMUS DEMITRIKOV
A.K.A.
THE UKRAINIAN

The van had escaped the police, leaving a path of destruction. Maximus chuckled as he smiled, his gold tooth shining in streetlamps. The van swerved around another low corner, onto a slummier apartment stretch in Skid Row when he began to notice all the death, this brought a curious question to his mind. 'Who is killing people in Skid Row?' his headlights answered the question quickly when two men in armor flashed in front of him.

The car suddenly came to a halt as Abyssus turned and punched his fist clean through the hood of the van and piercing the engine block. The van screamed to a halt and from the smoke of the now damaged van, came a man with an imposing 6' 9" build. He slowly put on his face mask and sunglasses as he looked at the two men. Slamming the door behind him, he waited for their first move.

Atlas opened fire, 5 round burst center mass, quick, clean, efficient, the man would be dead before he touched the ground. he flinched when he heard an inhuman scream above him.


Jezebel had heard the gunfire, and the breaking of the car, Andrea couldn't hold it back, she grew exponentially and turned red and demonic, her 11 foot tall form was in control now, she burst out the wall of the apartment and landed on the pavement sending a decently sized shock wave into her surroundings, she set her sights on the other demon, and in a show of territorial dispute, gave an ear destroying roar, which overloaded the audio receptors on Atlas' helmet.

[Talion Union]

Iroquois walked out of the bedroom, now satisfied in more ways then one, a wicked smile hidden under his slightly blood stained mask. He wiped the blood off of his knife, and washed his hands in the kitchen sink, then walked out of the apartment.


He tore out of the underground parking garage, and drove off towards a nearby safe house. He needed to do a bit of maintenance. As he drove, he turned on the radio, and grinned as he heard reports of the tragic assassination, and widespread panic on the streets.

[Latznavia]

MAXIMUS DEMITRIKOV
A.K.A.
THE UKRAINIAN

The flashes from the five round burst caught his attention and with the bullets in his sight, the bullets never hit him as dust exploded against his jacket. He brushed it away casually. He began to walk forward slowly and he raised his hand, suddenly Atlas was raised off the ground and thrown into the apartments lower levels. Suddenly the top floor exploded as a monstrous creature jumped out. Maximus was taken aback.

"Filthy Americans! You deserve this chaos, this madness. It is brought on by your corruption and greed. You brought this on yourself and now the common man will take his rightful share. Don't try and stop me!" suddenly The car which Jaxon had stopped was flying towards Atlas in the apartment, spinning in the air.

[Anowa]

(Image)

MAXIMUS DEMITRIKOV
A.K.A.
THE UKRAINIAN

The flashes from the five round burst caught his attention and with the bullets in his sight, the bullets never hit him as dust exploded against his jacket. He brushed it away casually. He began to walk forward slowly and he raised his hand, suddenly Atlas was raised off the ground and thrown into the apartments lower levels. Suddenly the top floor exploded as a monstrous creature jumped out. Maximus was taken aback.

"Filthy Americans! You deserve this chaos, this madness. It is brought on by your corruption and greed. You brought this on yourself and now the common man will take his rightful share. Don't try and stop me!" suddenly The car which Jaxon had stopped was flying towards Atlas in the apartment, spinning in the air.

Atlas still reeling from the, scream and the sudden appearance of the demon couldn't react in time to the airborne vehicle, it plowed into him pinning him to the ground.

Jezebel the ither being moved first and was therfore the bigger threat and charged swinging her machete sized claws at the being hoping to rend his flesh.

[Confederation of imperial states]

City District, 11:30

"I've roamed these streets for around 5 years now, protecting the inhabitants and keeping the crooks in line. through out this entire debacle, this man, "Guardian" seems to be a figure of hope for the populous. but, Guardian is dead, and riots and crooks now roam the streets, reaping the innocent people with their filthy ways of decieving and theft. riots happen frequently in the suburbs and projects, but that will soon end. because these disgusting vermin are nothing but dogs.

and the Black Hand will put them down...."
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Projects District, 11:30pm. Riot

there was a large Riot occuring in the projects disrict, many gang members, criminals, and crooks had come out of the wood work to reak havoc on the projects. they ahd raided countless apartments and were beating up people left and right. one family in particular caught Black Hand's eye. From the roof top he was on, he saw a family of a man, woman, and a little boy get dragged into the street. the husband was pulled from his wife and child, and they started to beat him violently. While two gang members beat the father, 3 others starting hasseling the mother and her child. Black Hand had waited enough...

Black Hand shot his grappeling hook at a street light which swung him down, he landed on his feet, and caught the attention of the rioters, a person who seemed to be the leader, turned and said "who the f*ck are you?!" Black Hand lifted his head, his facemask and hood only barely showing his eyes.

"I'm the one who's going to put you filth in your place...." Black Hand unsheathed his crowbar and his dart gun. "fight someone who can actually fight back you vermin...."

[Latznavia]

DONOVAN FOWLER
A.K.A.
MR BODY
The police were cleaning a situation when he was driving, more like stirring through burnt out cars. He had gotten a block or two away when suddenly a group of thugs pulled a family into the street. He turned off the car and was preparing something when a hooded figure landed in the street. His threat seemed serious, if not cliche. Body decided though, a professional was needed. He threw the cigarette from the car and opened the door.

"Gentlemen, please." he flipped out his badge, "Can't we all just get along?" he casually said, one of the hoodlums got away from the guy and ran towards body with a crowbar, He held his hand up to prevent any interference and the crowbar hit him. He stood unphasef at the man who in turn looked shocked. "It appears that your intent to break the law is greater than your common- SENSE" and like that the man was flying back as Mr. Body's hand became a hammer.

"Sport, mind if I give a hand to you?" He said to Black Hand.

[Anowa]

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DONOVAN FOWLER
A.K.A.
MR BODY

The police were cleaning a situation when he was driving, more like stirring through burnt out cars. He had gotten a block or two away when suddenly a group of thugs pulled a family into the street. He turned off the car and was preparing something when a hooded figure landed in the street. His threat seemed serious, if not cliche. Body decided though, a professional was needed. He threw the cigarette from the car and opened the door.

"Gentlemen, please." he flipped out his badge, "Can't we all just get along?" he casually said, one of the hoodlums got away from the guy and ran towards body with a crowbar, He held his hand up to prevent any interference and the crowbar hit him. He stood unphasef at the man who in turn looked shocked. "It appears that your intent to break the law is greater than your common- SENSE" and like that the man was flying back as Mr. Body's hand became a hammer.

"Sport, mind if I give a hand to you?" He said to Black Hand.

Hussar noticed a small altercation below him involving a man with a crowbar and what seemed to be a telekinetic the angel landed near them softly, "I hope you lads don't mind me bumping in on your jolly cooperation, it appears these boys lack a sense of morality. Perhaps we shall teach them?" He unsheathed his sword and stood laxly, awaiting either a reply from the heroes, or the thugs.

[Confederation of imperial states]

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DONOVAN FOWLER
A.K.A.
MR BODY

The police were cleaning a situation when he was driving, more like stirring through burnt out cars. He had gotten a block or two away when suddenly a group of thugs pulled a family into the street. He turned off the car and was preparing something when a hooded figure landed in the street. His threat seemed serious, if not cliche. Body decided though, a professional was needed. He threw the cigarette from the car and opened the door.

"Gentlemen, please." he flipped out his badge, "Can't we all just get along?" he casually said, one of the hoodlums got away from the guy and ran towards body with a crowbar, He held his hand up to prevent any interference and the crowbar hit him. He stood unphasef at the man who in turn looked shocked. "It appears that your intent to break the law is greater than your common- SENSE" and like that the man was flying back as Mr. Body's hand became a hammer.

"Sport, mind if I give a hand to you?" He said to Black Hand.

"Sport, Mind if i give you a hand?" a man asked from, "If you wish to, then let us beat some sense into these vermin's skulls".

4 of the thugs rushed Black Hand, Black Hand reached by shooting a smoke dart which blinded the thugs for a second. Black Hand reached by administoring a swift swing to one of the thugs heads, then using the hook end to trip another. Black Hand holstered his dart gun and then swung down knocking out the tripped thug. the last two who rushed him swung at once, black Hand stepped back, making them clode together. Black hand then two handed his crowbar and swung left, smashing the thugs teeth and sending him falling backwards, he swung right and it landed on the side of the last thug's face, swnging him spinnign into the ground.

Black hand looked as what looked to be 10 of the rioters were gearing up to rush Black Hand and mr Body, then a heavenly warrior came down from above, "I hope you lads don't midn some jolly cooperation. "not at all". Black Hand said wiping any blood off of his crowbar and getting into a stance as around 8 thugs rushed him, Mr Body, and Hussar.

[Anowa]

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DONOVAN FOWLER
A.K.A.
MR BODY

The police were cleaning a situation when he was driving, more like stirring through burnt out cars. He had gotten a block or two away when suddenly a group of thugs pulled a family into the street. He turned off the car and was preparing something when a hooded figure landed in the street. His threat seemed serious, if not cliche. Body decided though, a professional was needed. He threw the cigarette from the car and opened the door.

"Gentlemen, please." he flipped out his badge, "Can't we all just get along?" he casually said, one of the hoodlums got away from the guy and ran towards body with a crowbar, He held his hand up to prevent any interference and the crowbar hit him. He stood unphasef at the man who in turn looked shocked. "It appears that your intent to break the law is greater than your common- SENSE" and like that the man was flying back as Mr. Body's hand became a hammer.

"Sport, mind if I give a hand to you?" He said to Black Hand.

"Sport, Mind if i give you a hand?" a man asked from, "If you wish to, then let us beat some sense into these vermin's skulls".

4 of the thugs rushed Black Hand, Black Hand reached by shooting a smoke dart which blinded the thugs for a second. Black Hand reached by administoring a swift swing to one of the thugs heads, then using the hook end to trip another. Black Hand holstered his dart gun and then swung down knocking out the tripped thug. the last two who rushed him swung at once, black Hand stepped back, making them clode together. Black hand then two handed his crowbar and swung left, smashing the thugs teeth and sending him falling backwards, he swung right and it landed on the side of the last thug's face, swnging him spinnign into the ground.

Black hand looked as what looked to be 10 of the rioters were gearing up to rush Black Hand and mr Body, then a heavenly warrior came down from above, "I hope you lads don't midn some jolly cooperation. "not at all". Black Hand said wiping any blood off of his crowbar and getting into a stance as around 8 thugs rushed him, Mr Body, and Hussar.

I stepped forward and cleaved 4 of the 8 in half with a single swing of my massive sword, the rest were hesitant, I called out "Stand and deliver you cowardly curs!" I burst foreward and continued the attack.

[Confederation of imperial states]

"Sport, Mind if i give you a hand?" a man asked from, "If you wish to, then let us beat some sense into these vermin's skulls".

4 of the thugs rushed Black Hand, Black Hand reached by shooting a smoke dart which blinded the thugs for a second. Black Hand reached by administoring a swift swing to one of the thugs heads, then using the hook end to trip another. Black Hand holstered his dart gun and then swung down knocking out the tripped thug. the last two who rushed him swung at once, black Hand stepped back, making them clode together. Black hand then two handed his crowbar and swung left, smashing the thugs teeth and sending him falling backwards, he swung right and it landed on the side of the last thug's face, swnging him spinnign into the ground.

Black hand looked as what looked to be 10 of the rioters were gearing up to rush Black Hand and mr Body, then a heavenly warrior came down from above, "I hope you lads don't midn some jolly cooperation. "not at all". Black Hand said wiping any blood off of his crowbar and getting into a stance as around 8 thugs rushed him, Mr Body, and Hussar.

I stepped forward and cleaved 4 of the 8 in half with a single swing of my massive sword, the rest were hesitant, I called out "Stand and deliver you cowardly curs!" I burst foreward and continued the attack.

Black Hand was ready as the 8 thugs charged him, just then a large swing of light cleaved 4 of them in half, leaving the other 4 and the remaining thugs stunned. "f*ck this man, i ain't dying for some god damn loot" the thugs started to dispersse. Black Hand spotted their leader tryignt o run, he shot his wrist grappel which caught his leg and dragged him back to Black Hand. Black Hand lifted the thug leader up by his shirt collar and slammedhim against a car, holding him against it. "please don't kill me" "listen dog, I'm gonna tell you this once, and no more, where is your leader"

[Camber and Dufector-Summits]

Shaman

Riding on thermals a large bird of prey observed the city below. It was a sprawling living mess, uncooperative, stubborn and building itself to a breaking point. It had to wild look of nature combine with madness of urban life. It had been a long time since Atchak had experienced this environment. The bird flew down to street level, behind some dustbins in an alley disturbing common birds. Out from behind the bins stepped a tanned old man, dressed in a shirt and jacket holding decorate pole. With a magicians swish he produced a bag designed for golf clubs. After he'd slid his precious totem pole inside Atcheck stepped out of the alley. Oddly the street seemed deserted although Atchek was sure he could here nises. A plethora of sounds from other streets yet also shouting from a closer source. He turned to see a group of hooded figures waving clubs at a distressed couple. One of them must of sensed his presence at turned to face Atchek. He wore a white featureless mask. His reactions were not what they had been and by the time Atcheck processed what he was seeing. The masked man was at the door. Atcheck stepped back and considered reaching for his totem but the masked man had the advantage of a longer reached. Atcheks skull rang as the man's club hitting forcing him to the ground.

The Monarch

A formation of eight black helicopters swam over the desert. Inside, observing the desert flying below him, sat the Monarch: the boss of one of Europe's largest criminal syndicates. But Castor had been finding Europe tiresome. He moved around the continent so much that it was beginning to lose its value. His current second-in-command, Jacques Mon-Mere, had protested against the move preferring the Monarch stay in Europe where there was "unfinished business". Castor recruited his lieutenants on their originality and intellect not dumb loyalty but Jacques did seem more rebellious than he would have liked, it was one of the reasons the Frenchmen been left across the Atlantic. Besides Castor was looking for more here than just the human race at its worst. They had something in America that Europe never saw, superheroes. Supervillains too, of course, though Castor was less eager to meet some of them but if their was a place to find them it seemed like LA had the highest concentration.
"We are approaching the facility now, sir." The pilot shouted into his radio. The 'facility' was an abandoned missile silo, a remnant of a colder war. It was to served as the Monarch's base of operations during his time in America. He had picked especially, cleared it with his soldiers and wiped it off records using hackers. Since then it was being refurbished to suit his needs. The entrance or another sign of outdoor presence had been removed although currently a cave was visible in the rocks. With surgical skill the helicopters flew through the cave and onto a several landing pads neatly arranged for them.
Castor hopped out of his helicopter, brush imaginary specks of sand of his suit and readjusted his 'crown', a metal headband which was the source of the blue shield that could be seen surrounding him the direst of circumstances. In front of him around two hundred men stood to attention. These were 'driving force of our organisation' he often said during his motivational speeches. The all wore the same uniform a black jumpsuit with and black helmet and dark yellow trimmings with the Monarchs crest, a skull with three knives, on the chest. There were variations officers of various rank had different colours and the guards (which, in truth, most of them were) had combat vests and rifles at their shoulders.
At their head stood Michel Altant, a ex-CIA agent who switched sides for a sum of money, Castor had put him to oversee his transcontinental transition.
"Michel" Castor's voiced slithered over the name with no effort to hide his Spanish accent. "How does the base fair." Michel, who was sweltering in Castors presence replied in the most authoritarian tone he could muster.
"Sir the base has been complete refurbished to suit the operations that can carried out and can be carried out at full strength, if you would like to see the rest of the facility." Castor new he find little more than a smaller version of his main island lair in the Mediterranean so he passed the opportunity by.
"Tell me, how is Los Satana tonight?" He asked rhetorically. "I feel i should get to know the city."