by Antimersia » Fri Nov 26, 2021 3:51 pm
by Luminesa » Fri Nov 26, 2021 4:39 pm
by Luminesa » Fri Nov 26, 2021 5:25 pm
Antimersia wrote:First Chicago Bank
2300 W Lawrence Ave Chicago, IL
9:43 AM Oct, 31st, 1956
Its raining in Chicago. It seems like it's always raining these days. The streets are crowded with umbrella carrying people none the less. Streets are filled with cars. And the air is filled with tension. No one knows when the next incident will be, how bad it will be, whether or not Silents will be involved. But who are we kidding? Silents are always involved. In Chicago, you have a better chance of dying from organized crime and Silent activity, than you do heart disease or cancer. And everyone knows it. And yet, no one leaves. There is just too much money, and too much opportunity. The poorest man in Chicago is richer than the average man in Kansas. The allure of the night life, with bars, night clubs, cabaret, burlesque and more. Not to mention the crazies that actually want to see Silents in action. Using their powers, and usually destroying property in the process. For some it's like watching a motion picture live and in person. But, for most, it's a horror. And few things tend to be as mudanely nerve racking, as a simple trip to the bank.
Three shots ring out. The tellers and customers of the bank all recoil at the loud bang. They turn to see the source as Five men in tailored suits stride in through the front door of First Chicago Bank. They drag the bleeding corpses of the security guards that were stationed out front. A common sight in Chicago today is a dead security guard. Thankfully their families will be well compensated for their loss. One of the five gangsters aims his Walther P38 up into the air and fires. Robberies have become so routine that that single shot is all the bank customers need to know that they need to get on the ground, and the tellers need to start pulling out the cash from the registers. Things all seem routine for a day in Chicago, until two more men in suits walk into the bank. The first, an older man, in his early fifties. He is wearing a blue suit and his salt and pepper hair betrays his otherwise youthful appearance. He is instantly recognizable to the crowd though. John Dillinger of the Dillinger gang. Beside him is a scrawny young woman in a raggedy flowery dress. She is wearing a red and orange fox mask. She is a Silent, one of Dillinger's pawns. their appearance draws gasps from several in the crowd. A bank robbery in Chicago is nothing out of the ordinary, but First Chicago Bank is outside of Dillinger's territory. A move like this would instigate a gang war. And everyone in the room knows it.
"Now if nobody says a word, and just do what we say, everyone can go home and pretend this never happened. Sound good? Good." Dillinger yells. His voice coarse yet suave. He grabs his Silent by her collar and practically drags her along through the crowd towards the tellers desk. Three of his gangsters walk up with him, grabbing backs handed to them by the tellers. The other two Gangsters hang around by the entrance, keeping lookout. Each of them carrying a shotgun in their hands. Dillinger kicks the door to the back hard, right at the point of the handle to bust it in. He pushes the Silent ahead of him and yells, "Get to work on that safe. If we aren't in in five minutes you know what will happen to that precious grandma of yours."
The woman whimpers running over to the safe and getting to work. She activates her silent ability, releasing a high powers stream of fire from her finger like a welders torch. She presses her finger against the safe door, near the hinges. Slowly she burns through the thick steel, melting it away to allow for the door to be removed. Dillinger watches her work with disdain, and impatience. It takes three minutes for the Silent girl to break through the first of the two hinges. She is behind schedule, and Dillinger has no qualms about letting her know. He places the barrel of his hand gun to the back of her head. To 'motivate' her to move faster. As the five minutes get close to being up, he begins a count down. The girl frantically cuts, trying as hard as she can but as blisters begin to form on her finger it becomes apparent that she is not very resistant to her own heat. She will never be able to finish in time. "Three...two... one." Dillinger counts down to the end point of five minutes. He pulls back the hammer on his handgun and places his finger on the trigger. A gun shot silences the room.
Dillinger turns around, the Silent girl drops to here knees in fear and shock that she is still alive. One of Dillinger's men fired their gun at a man standing in the doorway of the bank. But he appears completely unharmed. The black Oni mask on his face tells them all why. The Silent reaches out into the minds of the gangsters, and telepathically speaks to them. "You abuse your fellow man, for paper adorned with the face of dead patriots. You are slaves to your system. I am here to break your chains." The voice in their minds was brutal and over powering. Another gun shot rings out. The Silent at the door and the gangsters look back to see that Dillinger has shot the Silent girl in the head. Her mask falls off her face and her eyes go dim.
"This is why I hate you mask wearing freaks. You always have to show up and ruin a good thing. So who're you working for? Diamond Joe? North Side? Don't tell me you're with the Outfit." Dillinger asks, mocking and berating.
"Your Mafias do not own me. I am free." The Silent replies.
"A free agent huh? Tell you what, you take off the mask, tell me who you really are, and maybe me and the boys won't blast you to bits. Hell maybe I'll even let you replace that bitch back on the ground." He proposes. The Silent does not reply. "Alright, you made your choice. End him." Dillinger commands. Every one of the gangsters pull out their guns and start firing until their clips are empty. The bullets shred through his clothes but do nothing to his body as they pass through him. Almost like he isn't really there. The Silent steps forward, and suddenly the gangsters drop their weapons and nearly fall to the ground themselves. Their bodies feeling heavy and immobile. "What the hell is this?" Dillinger asks, scared and enraged.
"You fucked up now asshole, never mess with a guy like me." The voice of the Silent has changed in their minds. It has gone from brutal to sharp and cocky. As if coming from a street kid. The Silent walks up behind Dillinger and places his hand on the Don's back. He speaks to them in their minds again. Speaking in a third voice this time. This one sounding intelligent and dignified. First he speaks to Dillinger alone, "Your time has come, Mr. Dillinger." Then he speaks to the gangsters, "You shall be free. Aid me in releasing this world from its self inflicted vices and we can all be free." Suddenly a pulse of energy shoots through the Silent's arm and into Dillinger's body. His chest explodes. Blood, ribcage, and shredded gore paint the bank's marble flooring. Dillinger's body drops forward into the puddle of viscera. The gangsters all slide back in fear. The Silent steps over the body and extends a hand to the closest gangster. A fourth, feminine voice rings through their minds. Come now, stand with me. Together, there is nothing to fear. We will stand together against the binds that restrict us. Until we are all truly free. The gangster takes the Silent's hand and is lifted up. The other gangsters stand as well. They look at each other for confirmation. Ultimately deciding through fear and peer pressure to agree to follow this new Silent. At least for now.
The Silent turns back towards the safe. He walks over to the corpse of the young lady that Dillinger had killed. He closes her eye lids out of respect. Then picks up her mask. He slides it underneath his coat and walks away. He beckons for the gangsters to follow him. They all hesitate at first, but all begin to follow him out. The Silent picks up Dillinger's body as he heads out. Tossing the corpse out onto the road. The public around the bank gasp and run. Women screaming as the commotion grows. On the street, one of the gangsters ask the Silent what they should call him. The Silent takes off his mask to reveal his youthful face and well kept blond hair. "My name is Carter." He answers as he places his hand on the outer wall of the bank. He takes a deep breath and places the mask back on. Three pulses of energy leave Carter's hand into the bank. The first shakes the entire building. The second makes the cracks form all along it. And the third begins to bring it down. The gangsters run off to a safe distance. Carter strides away allowing the falling ruble to pass through him harmlessly. Carter and the gangsters disappear into the darkness of an alleyway, leaving the city to resolve the tragedy.
News travels fast in the city. Papers, news television reports, and even word of mouth has everyone discussing the tragedy of the First Chicago bank and the thirty lives lost. And with the death of on of the fingers on the Hand, the citizens of Chicago know that this will only mark the beginning of a wave of trouble for the city. A new player, and the public display of Dillinger's murder will be on the lips of every gossip from here to D.C. and back. For the first time in years, the balance of power in Chicago is shaken. And a new player has risen to the challenge against the Hand, and against society at large.
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Antimersia wrote:Carter Knight
Near Wrigley Field
9:50 pm
He had seen the young woman following them. Something was off about her. But he paid little mind. A simple bystander was not anything for Carter to concern himself with. But when he heard the commotion of her leaping over the brick wall to follow them, he knew this was someone he would have to deal with. Sooner now, than later. He sends the gangsters with him off to the base of operations that Carter had long ago established. A location secluded and secret from any that do not follow him. They would not be able to get inside. As Carter had altered the building to have no entrances when he is not there to create one. But Carter believed this detour would not take long. He walked through buildings. Shifting the walls of each into doors for him to walk through so he could move through them, hidden from anyone on the sidewalk. And when he gets to the alley that they came out of, he moves as silently as possible. Opening the door he changes the brick wall into and closing it silently. He sees the young lady that is tailing that peering out around the building. No doubt watching his gangsters, waiting for something to happen. He pulls a coin from his coat pocket and alters its shape in his hand. Turning it into a long thing blade. Almost like a straight razor. He hides the blade in his sleeve, keeping it close to his grasp should he need it. Then, he speaks to the young lady, taking his mask off as a sign of good will.
"Excuse me miss, but I find being followed to be a terribly rude act." He says with a warm yet smug smirk, not aware that he is actually speaking to a man. And a Silent no less.
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Soon, the penguins shall rule the Earth with a cold flipper
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