The World After (Ather City 2) [The End] (locked)

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Part 1 here

Dominic

250 years ago

Open your soul to me, Hero and let me assess your power I can only whimper in agony as I feel my entire mind and spirit spread to the edges of reason in an effort to accept his presence within. For a mortal like yourself to defeat the avatar of my power here in Hell is quite the feat. It seems only fair that I alone should administer your punishment. Shall we begin? The colossal eye is the last thing I see before falling screaming into the infinite darkness.


Present day [3rd person POV]

The woods of the American Deep South are not for the faint of heart. Mutated monsters have infested the area for more than two hundred years, until even a rabbit can easily chew a hole through your chest cavity in seconds. Inside the woods somewhere in what was once Tennessee, two men are meeting for the first time.

“Ha, so you DO exist! And here I thought you were just a hoax,” says the man in leather bindings as he reaches discretely for his staff. “You know, that NUO guy from back in Memphis said you had quite the price on your head… what do you say you and I get a little better acquainted?” The last word punctuates a swift charge augmented by aerokinesis, his steel staff held high to bash the inflated myth’s head open. The figure in rags doesn’t move as the bounty hunter closes the distance, only for the staff-fighter to suddenly lose his footing as the ground splits beneath him. Stumbling forward he has only a split-second to feel the sting of a blade against his neck before he dies and his body is violently electrocuted by a sudden bolt of lightning. The ringing silence left behind by the thunderclap allows any witnesses to hear slight muttering from the victor as he resumes his trek to the Eastern seaboard.

“Whom can stand against the King, that incomprehensible being of festering shadow that slumbers eternally?” A twig snaps, and the figure disappears amidst the trees.

[Have fun everyone, I need to get to work now.]

 
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Rick

I trudge aimlessly around the streets. What the hell can I do? I need to find some food. I break into a house on my left by kicking the door repeatedly until it crashed down. I see a family at a table, looking at me horrified. “Alright, no-one’s going to get hurt if I have your food in about five seconds.” The father gets off his chair aand runs to the meat that’s roasting. He grabs it and hands it to me. “Have a nice day.” Suckers. I run out and use my super speed to go a few streets along. Since I don’t have a home in this city, the cops can’t trace me. Actually it’s been a long time since I saw any cops in London.

 
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Ranshyymon

Knock Knock Knock I hear somebody knocking into my door, while i am eating in my diner. I stand up from the ground and take my katana from the wall decoration. I approach the door. “Who is there?” I hear nothing. “I sad who is there!?” Still nothing. Suddenly i hear some stomping. Bam! My door crashes onto me and i fall on the ground. Four men come inside. “Heh, so your the last Yakuza in the world?” He said. I silently thought through my mind, should i cut their legs first? After all, the door is on me so they cant see my hands. The men lifts the door and i slice my katana right through their legs. They scream, and yell. I stand up. “You triad mother fuckers maybe killed us off. But i will kill you. Every last bit of you Triad motherfuckers.” Then i slice off the head of the leader of the pack looking guy.

 
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Eclipsis Void
I wonder how long I have been wandering for? More than two centuries, to be certain… at my age, time starts to distort itself, to the point that I no longer really distinguish between events. Rarely have I stayed in any one place for long, it seems… those areas I have stayed (usually for research purposes) have filled themselves with rumours of me, and promptly spread them across the planet. Still, not much I can do about it. A few have truth to them, anyway, so no harm can be done to keep them alive, I suppose…

[Hey Gambi, you should join Flagship Honos. Just because.]

 
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Rick
I slide down the wall and start eating the meat I just stole. Ah, tastes so good. I look around and see no-one. Good. No-one could have seen me steal that, and they sure as hell haven’t followed me. I wonder where I’ll go next? I should probably try to get out of London, before somebody calls the cops on me and they track me. But where could I go? The next town would be the best bet, but I don’t know where- or what- that is. I’ve heard that it may be called the City of the Dead, but that’s just a rumor. I hope.

 
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Jack.

Sitting in the corner of the bar, I watch it under my broad shaded hat. I had been watching an old man for a little while, when suddenly a big, muscuolus man, barges into the building. He walks over to the old man, grabs him be the neck of the shirt, and yells at him. “You better have my money, you stupid old shit.” He yells. The whole bar goes silent and looks at the man. I stand up. “Put down the old man.” I say, with the hat covering the top half of my face, the bar now shifting it’s vision to me. “You talking to me, little red riding hood.” He yells. “I said, put down the man.” “Shut up, and sit down. It’s none of your business.” He yells.

I pull out my gun, stand with my side to the man, stretching my arm to it’s full length, and tilting my head slightly backwards, to align my eyesight with the sights. “Put. Down. The man.” I say slowly. The man hesitated for a moment, but soon got his serious face again. “What do you want with him?” he ask, lowering the volume of his voice. “Nothing. Bt he’s probably in his eighties, and should live his life without a worry.” I reply. I cock the gun, ready to shoot.

 
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Ranshyymon

I go outside of my house. Outside of my luxurious house is a bummy place, with obviously bums all over the place. Gang members from Triad captured Tokyo back then when Yakuza was defeated. Yakuzas master Hasari Yoshimoto was killed and Yakuza just merged into Triad. Now that Triad owns half of the continent. I should be careful with eliminating the higher ups families. “Maybe i should start from the sons of the big guy?” I said out loud. Bums around watched at me and probably thought that i am crazy. There was no time to waste. I am not immortal. Quite yet…

 
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Riley

CATCH HER!” the voices behind me demanded as I jumped the fence, nearly losing my balance as I landed on a heavy bank of snow. I ran into the adjacent building to hide from the strangers who seemed a little too angry I had stolen their bread. Stopping to catch my breath, I made sure no one had followed. They were a little too fat, I thought with a smirk, and the fence was a little too tall. Curiosity got the best of me and it sent me on a search through the rest of the building. As I carefully made my way from one room to the next, I held on tight to my dinner for the night.

 
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Jake
I sit in the room of the apartment I rented. I watch as the replica I’ve learned how to make fades in and out of existance. In, out, in out. I’ve started to have conversations with myself. It’s aways quite strang, but it is a way to pass the time. With most things I think I can hear a response from my other personality in the back of my head. ‘Hey. You still there?’ “As always friend.” ‘Friend? Hah, you have a good sense of humor. Now get out’ “Oh come on, you know you love me.” ‘Oh yes, you just ruined my life but yep, I enjoy haveing you around.’ “Hey, how do you know it’s not my life that your intrudeing upon?” ‘The only thing your usefull for is killing things and passing time.’ “Well, I am usefull right?” ‘……shut up.

 
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Connor
It’s been almost a year since the Hive split, and still I can’t sleep without being reminded of it. It had been coming for much longer, of course. He could still remember that day as though it were just this morning.

TEN YEARS AGO
The day had been normal enough to begin with, Nick had gathered the recruits together, and they were having their daily training session. Suddenly, alarms were blaring, and one of the officers ran in yelling about an attack on the fortress. Before the officer finished, Nick had disappeared and snapped up on the roof of the complex. Below was a quickly advancing army of mutants, most of which were little more than animals, others had a more humanoid appearance.
“Tell Sarah to meet me here in ten minutes, and I want every soldier above Wasp at the front gate.”
“But sir, we don’t have the manpower to-
“I don’t care. I’m fighting in this one.”
Twenty minutes later, the fighting was raging like a fierce thunderstorm, with the Hive’s soldiers interspersed with Sarah’s zombies. There’s an explosion, and the battlefield falls silent, and every mutant collapses but one, a tall, dark man, his skin covered in spikes. Nick approaches the man, a sword appearing in his hand. “Everyone get inside.” He advanced on the man through a hail of spines, getting a few embedded in his skin. Eventually, one punches into his armor and buried itself in his chest. Sarah’s eyes widen as she watches Nick fall to the ground, and she jumps down to his level, drawing a pair of knives and clearly out for blood against this mutant. Before passing out, Nick presses a button on his arm and every door and window on the fortress slams shut, an inch of solid steel cutting them off from their leader.

When the lockdown ends, the scouts search the grounds for signs that they had been victorious. The only thing they found was Sarah sitting helplessly, crying, at the base of the walls, the mutant’s corpse in pieces in front of her and Nick’s body in her arms.

PRESENT DAY
That was ten years ago. Connor was nine years old.

The soldier stood up from the bed in his hotel room and put on his black and yellow Hive jacket before walking outside. The walk to Ather City was long, and he had a mission to complete.

 
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[Unless otherwise stated, all of my posts will be in third person POV.]

Dominic

The struggling town of Mobile, once a city many centuries ago, greets the sunset of another day with weary relief. Being a place of limited means with a looming forest closing in around them, the townies are left with little choice but to hunt the beasts that live amongst the trees. Couple that with the fact that every single one of them is human and there’s very little hope Mobile will make it to the end of the year. Still, another day has ended, and the town members hustle about to get home and secure themselves for the night. Fathers hug their wives, kiss their daughters on the cheek, and ruffle their sons’ hair. Mothers watch and frown at the meager stew boiling beneath the feeble light of a fire, daydreaming of rabbit or fresh stag as their stomachs growl for sustenance. Only the bravest, the night watch, are outside to witness the sight of a cloaked humanoid dragging two massive boars in each arm like they were made of paper instead of heavy muscle and fat. With a mere flick of his wrists, the male mutant tosses the carcasses into the street with twin tremors of impact.

“I would like a room for the night, and a bath,” is all he says. The sound has attracted the other townies and they come out to see for themselves the sudden providence blessed upon them. Within seconds knives are produced and the humans descend on the boars like wild beasts, cutting them up into the biggest rations they can manage while the mayor thanks the stranger for his generosity. Moments later the savior is led to the town’s only inn where the finest room is prepared for him. Yet as the rest of the town celebrates their good fortune and the newcomer removes the detritus of life on the road, one woman concocts a plan while clutching a piece of paper in her trembling fist.

On it is a picture of a young man with shoulder-length black hair, a crimson left eye that perpetually shines, and a brown right eye. Beneath the image is the caption: WANTED! The Noble Unified Order is seeking assistance in capturing this dangerous FUGITIVE and bring him to JUSTICE. All that provide INFORMATION that leads to the CRIMINAL’S apprehension will be REWARDED with SANCTUARY inside the walls of Sacred New York City. Help the NUO and be FREE of PAIN!

 
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Michael
Three Weeks Ago
I look down at the sign leaning up against the dune, Welcome to Fabulous Las Vegas. Fabulous my ass. I look up, remembering back to the centuries ago, when this massive city was a center of entertainment and achievement. Now, it’s just another ghost town of the American Southwest, run by various mobs and gang lords. I smile, a rare sight in the past decades. “The winds of change blowing in fast.” I walk down the Vegas Strip, careful to be on my guard.
Many of the iconic casinos that once occupied the strip have fallen into disrepair, be it through looting or the inevitable passage of time. Gang members move through the shadows, most likely in an attempt to avoid rivals, but each and every one takes immediate notice of the newcomer walking down the middle of the strip. I slip into a crowded building, modeled after a pyramid but with many of it’s glass panes shattered or missing altogether. The interior has been converted into a massive bar. Drug dealers, mob enforcers, and mercenaries outnumber the few civilians in the building. I walk up to the bar and order a couple bottles of beer. While waiting, one of the larger men in the room, a heavily-muscled man with several blades, small arms, and a semi-automatic rifle strapped to his back, walks up to and sits down next to me at the bar. Newcomers aren’t welcome in my city. You have two options: pay up and move on with your life, or you can die now. Two of his larger companions stand up and walk up behind me. Five seconds to choose.
Seeing as there’s really know way to avoid a fight, I’ll have to attract some attention for now. A dozen different scenarios run through my head, but my favorite comes when the bartender sets the two bottles down. Instantly my instincts take over, first kicking my stool up and into the throat of the left man, shattering on impact. I pick up both bottles and throw one to the side of the second one, and while his eyes follow it, I throw the other one and hit squarely on his temple. Both collapse within seconds of the other.
Without looking back, I grab the first man’s wrist, a knife clenched in his hand and poised to strike. I crush his hand and steal the knife, promptly driving it through his leg. “One should never enter a fight if they don’t know what they’re up against.” I throw him through the nearest wall, shattering several panes of glass in the process. He looks up, shards of glass sticking out of his head and back. Who… Who are you? “You don’t need to know that, seeing as you’re bleeding out right now. So tell me, do you want the pain to end?” He nods weakly. “Good boy. So I gather that you’re in some position of authority around here, so you must have some way of getting out of here. Where might that be?” Before I can get an answer out of him, he passes out and I jump back. A rifle shot breaks the silence of the desert, the bullet passing right through where my head was a moment before. I need to get out of here, and fast. I dodge between the buildings, eventually coming across a surprisingly well-kept motorcycle. The gunshots have died down for the time being, so I take the chance to check the gas tank. It has enough to get me at least a few dozen miles out of town, so I hot-wire the ignition and start moving as far from this city as possible.

 
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Lanarus

Alone. It was a word once. A lifestyle now. Without anyone else he had survived these months. Without anyone else, he had found his own reasons to keep living. Alone wasn’t that bad then, right?

Of course not. He repeated to himself as he finished roping together the last piece of his raft. Made, of course, all by himself. Done with his chore, the small body could be seen heaving the assembled parts of his makeshift water vehicle to the Mississippi, for wherever it may take him.

Besides, it was all time he could spend. Alone. Exactly as he liked it. So as he drifted along the waters, calmer after the weight of the changed world had nearly stopped everything. He couldn’t help but notice that the water was far clearer than he had ever remembered, and wondered the cause of it being so.

This is why it’s best to be alone. No one to leave in idiotic remark like ’hey, this water looks really clear, wonder why that is? With his silent ramblings in check, he began the lazy ride through the unknown, happy for the lack of company along the way. Oh, and never forgetting to catch a fish with psychic when he got hungry.

 
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[I think it’ll be easier to just set a line between the POV changes, rather than to label them. So that’s what I’ll do!]

Dominic

250 years ago

From the Abyss came I, and all Creation followed me. I am of the Eternal Void, the essence of all Life. My name is I scream as the syllables brand themselves into my soul, writhing within the formless nothing surrounding me. The eye opens once more and I only last a second matching its gaze before blessed unconsciousness takes me away from the pain only to snapped back to reality when the King speaks again. You will not escape my punishment so easily, I’m afraid. I haven’t even touched you yet. Out of the Void I see tentacles larger than anything I’ve ever seen, so thick I can’t even define their size, or even if they are, in fact, tentacles and not a serpentine body moving inexorably closer to crush me in its grasp.

My scream fills the darkness as the first sensation of a bite registers on my left wrist.


Present Day

He’s squeezing his fist too hard again, and with a shake of his head he releases the pressure and watches as the blood rushes back to the fingers.

“The King sleeps… forever and never. Neither alive or dead, he is All and None. He-”

“Got room for one more in there, handsome?” The sultry and highly feminine voice of a young woman breaks him from his trance and he looks up to see that her body matches the seductive tone in her words. Completely naked the woman sways her hips as she saunters over to the bathtub, while he can only stare. Such a treasure, to see little to no trace of scarring or blemishes on her skin. This woman was very well looked-after, so what was she doing acting this way with a complete stranger? “The name’s Melissa, and I saw the size of those boars you brought us. You must be really…,” she trails off as she leans forward over the edge of the tube in a curved shape designed to accentuate the contours of her body, as her face stops only inches away from his, “Strong. How about you take me for a spin on that powerful body of yours?”

“What makes you think,” he finally says as the situation sinks in and his mind formulates a quick response, “That what you ask for will happen? There are plenty of men in this town. I’m sure any one of them would love to put their hands on you.”

“But I don’t want them, sugah,” she says with clear disdain in her voice. Unfortunately, it only seems to heighten her beauty rather than diminish it. “I want you.” As if to close the matter she smoothly slides into the tub to elicit a more favorable reaction with direct physical contact. He can only watch with the faintest sense of amusement as she starts to bite off more than she can chew. There is, after all, very little entertainment for a wandering drifter other than food and sex.

And two hundred years is a long time to accumulate knowledge and experience.

The impromptu festival is wearing down when he appears again, clean and ready to resume his journey. A bounce in his step is the only evidence of what occurred in that bathtub, that and a slight smile on his lips. It falls off quickly though, when he finds the main road blocked by the townies.

“Don’t get us wrong, Dominic.” The voice comes from the mayor as he steps in front of the crowd and cocks a pump-action shotgun and holds it loose in his grasp. “We’re very grateful for the food, but you could do us a much better service by coming along quietly as we transport you to the NUO base in New Montgomery. We could finally sleep in true peace behind the walls of Sacred New York, away from all these monsters and dangers. It’s a much better life, for all of us. Now just drop your weapons and other belongings, then we can all get going.” The other residents only wait, various implements of farming held in their hands in case their bounty tried to run. They have no idea what they have done.

They have no idea what they’ve awakened.

“He created Hell, and the mortal realm formed as a side-effect. Inside that insignificance rose Man, and with it came the soul.” Throughout his whispered mumbling, the ground began to shake. Fissures appeared in the ground, swallowing a few people with only a terrified scream for warning. Panic rose in the weak humans as they tried to run from the danger. On the edges of Mobile rose thick dirt walls more than thirty feet high in every direction. There is a moment of stunned silence at the sight, then the walls fall inward, crushing the entire town and wiping it from the face of the earth in one shot, save for the inn. Melissa, the mayor’s beloved daughter, stumbled out with a scream in her throat. His rage abated, he looks over at the beautiful woman crying on the floor. “You should find a new home now, this place is too exposed. The beasts will come and eat you if you don’t,” he says like a father scolding a young child. With a full smile that shows every one of his teeth, he vanishes from her sight.

 
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[Ouch, Dommy. Also:]

On it is a picture of a young man with shoulder-length black hair, a crimson left eye that perpetually shines, and a brown right eye. Beneath the image is the caption: WANTED! The Noble Unified Order is seeking assistance in capturing this dangerous FUGITIVE and bring him to JUSTICE. All that provide INFORMATION that leads to the CRIMINAL’S apprehension will be REWARDED with SANCTUARY inside the walls of Sacred New York City. Help the NUO and be FREE of PAIN!

[Presumably Dominic, but aside from the brown right eye, that sounds very similar to a description of Void… oh, well.]

Eclipsis Void
I find myself in a fairly large town; about two mutants to every one human, but enough of the latter that I draw a significant amount of attention from them… and a lot from the former, too. Even to other mutants, I’m an abomination of nature; a guy with tentacles, surrounded by a field of darkness. Yeah, that’s a real crowd-puller.
I soon find myself in a bar of sorts, surrounded by the murmurs of both mutant and human. They’re probably too scared to talk to me. Alright, maybe the whole generic legends thing could be put to rest at some point.
‘Well, well.’ A voice behind me says. I turn to see an otherwise normal-looking mutant about ten feet tall standing over me.
‘Is there something you’d like?’ I say calmly.
‘Well, I always thought the legends were just fabrications, but it seems that you – Eclipsis the Void – actually exist.’
‘No need for any ’the’, mister…?’
‘Argus, sir. Now, there’s a few things you should know. First off, you’re welcome here as long as you like, but just know that I’m the guy running things around here. I’m friendly enough, but cross me, and…’
‘I have no intentions of getting into a fight with you. However, I assure you that getting into a fight with me would leave me as the victor, regardless of your abilities.’
‘Oh, come, now… surely I’d have half a chance in combat against you?’
‘No.’
‘You think so?’
‘Yes.’
‘Psst, buddy!’ I look left, to see a human trying to talk to me. Miraculously, not one other person has noticed my conversation yet. Either that, or they’re choosing to ignore it.
‘Dude, that’s Argus! I seriously wouldn’t get him mad! He’s pretty gosh-darned powerful,’ he continues.
‘Yes, I’m sure he is. Irrespective, I’d beat him in combat.’
‘Hey. You sure you wanna cash that big a check?’ Argus asks.
Time for a bit of intimidation. I stand, then raise myself with my tentacles to his height, then slightly above him.
‘You sure it’s gonna bounce?’ I ask back.
‘…ehem. No, but there’s a chance.’
‘No there isn’t.’ I sit back down again and order a bottle of vodka.
‘Hey, don’t you quit talking to me in the middle of a conversation!’
‘The conversation is over.’
‘Bu-’
CONVERSATION.’ I form a fear aura around myself, then extend it towards Argus, forcing him to move a good distance away from me.
‘…over.’
I receive the vodka bottle, and down it in one go. Good stuff.

 
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Rick

I finish eating the meat. Now that was a good meal. Time to grab myself a drink. A man walks past me. I use my super speed to grab his wallet quickly and easily without him feeling a thing. I super speed around a corner and check the wallet. £35. Cool. I walk into the nearest pub. “A pint of beer please.” The barman hands me one. I sit down at a table and start to drink it after putting a £5 note on the bar. “Keep the change.”

 
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Jack.

The man, realizing how serious I am, puts down the old guy, but keeps staring at me. “Now get out of the bar, or I will turn you into schwitzer cheese.” I say, calmy. The man walks out backwards, bumping into a chair on the way. Once I loose sight of him, I secure the gun, and put it in the holster on my left. I sit down. “Bartender.” I yell out. “Get me and the old man a beer.” I say. The bar slowly gets back to it’s business, and soon talk and people toasting for friendship, is back to the normal rate.

The old man stumbles over to me. He looks at me for a moment, trying to find something to say. “You don’t have to thank me.” I say, before he opens his mouth. I reach my hand in under my coat, and take out a small card from an inner pocket. “If he ever gives you trouble. Just call me.” I say, as I slide the card across the table. The old man walks off. I raise my legs and put them on the table, sipping my beer once in a while.

 
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Eclipsis Void
A short time later, and I’ve now finished three vodka bottles. Even with my advanced metabolism, I’m starting to get tipsy from the sheer amount of alcohol inside me. I feel confident… I’m well aware that this is not a good thing to feel, since overconfidence is generally a major cause of accidents. Not that I would be in trouble from accidents, but whatever.
‘Are you sure you can pay for those, sir?’ the barkeeper asks me. ‘I mean, one shot of vodka is pretty expensive by itself, and…’
‘Naahh, i’s cool, man.’ I say in response. Yep, definitely getting overconfident; especially daunting, seeing as I have very little money on me.
All of a sudden, the bar door bursts open, and everyone turns to face it. Saved by the door, then… or not, judging by the three muscular men and odd dog-like mutant heading towards me.
‘Are you Eclipsis Void?’ One of the men asks me.
‘Why, yes… yes, sirs, I am. Any issues?’
‘Nah… just the fact that you insulted our boss earlier.’
‘I did…?’
‘Argus.’
‘OH YEAH MAN! Mister Ayy… how is old Argy?’
‘Insulted, apparently. By you.’
‘…and you’re telling me this because of WHAT, exactly?’
‘We, uh… we feel you should be sufficiently punished.’
‘But how?’
A gun is pulled on me and fired into my chest, resulting in mass hysteria from the crowd. The bar is quickly empty, excluding myself, the bartender and the adversaries sent against me.
‘Nah, sirus…’ I begin, the wounds healing up as fast as they were caused, ‘I woulda thought that ya could been more… CIVIL?’
‘You insulted our boss. That was hardly ’civil’.’
‘Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeell…’
‘…well?’
‘…yeaaaah, I don’t exactly appreciate being shot in the chest by some strange bulky men, soooo…’
‘Yeah? And what exactly are you going to do about it, huh?’
I think for a bit.
‘This.’
I grab the gun wielder and throw him down the bar table. Immediately, the dog-like mutant leaps at me, but is quickly put down by a tentacle through the gut. The remaining two men advance towards me, but I quickly manage to embed their skulls in the ceiling of the establishment.
‘Kablam.’
I then get shot in the neck by the first man, still holding the gun. He proceeds to run for the door. I, using my amazing drunken skills, apparently manage to get there first, and he quickly joins his friends in the roof of the building.
‘Super kablam.’
‘Hey!’
‘Wazzap, barkeep?’
‘You still haven’t payed for those vodka bottles, and now there are three holes in the ceiling I’ll have to fix!’
‘Arrait, gimme a sec…’
I pull the men from the ceiling in turn, knocking them out as I do so, then loot them for anything of value and throwing it in the general direction of the bartender.
‘Okkai, therezyur monies… byeeeeeeeeeeeeee…’
I leave the bar. God, being drunk is amazing sometimes.

 
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Rick

Suddenly a man bursts into the bar, holding a pistol. “Alright, I don’t know who you are or what you look like, but I know you took my wallet and came in here.” I take a drink of my beer, put it on the tables and stand up. “Am I the guy you’ve been looking for?” I take out my gun. “I want my wallet back, and quick. And don’t bother shooting me because I can see your hand on the trigger and if it moves I’ll shoot you.” I aim my gun at him and laugh. “No you won’t.” I pull the trigger using super speed so that he doesn’t have time to react. He hits the floor. I walk out of the bar. What a good day this is turning out to be!

 
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The sciencetists, walk aroun slowly when they hear the sound of something approaching, the door bursts open and NUO soldiers walk in. “This is the beast you’ve been talking about? Pretty Impressive…” “I..I.Know. We’ve been running some tests. We need to do some more.” Says the head scientist. The sound of a gun cocking is heard. “Im afraid we’ll be taking this creature.” Says the captain. “B..But!” The gun is shot “Alright men, get this outta here!.” In all the commotion, no-one heard the faint dripping of water…

 
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Connor
I walk into the bar across the street, a photograph of my target at hand. If he was still alive, this guy knows where he is. I sit down at the table, ignoring the other patrons. Finally, a small, mousy man wearing a bandana on his forehead walks in and sits down across from me. “I hear you need someone found.”
“I hear you can find people. Was I misinformed?”
“Not at all. I need a picture, though.”
“Here it is. For what I hear they pay you, this better work.”
The man removes the bandana, revealing a giant green eye underneath. He presses the picture to his forehead and waits a few seconds before sliding the photo toward me. “He’s running from Vegas, toward the west coast.”
“Thanks.” I toss a few coins in the man’s direction and walk out of the bar. I wait until I reach the city limits before activating my boots. A few jumps, and I’m already a mile away, but it might be a few days until I get there. I just hope Bolt doesn’t do something stupid in the meantime.

 
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Rick

What to do now? I have no home, no place to go, no mission. I wish something or someone interesting would turn up. My entire life is just stealing to stay alive. I should try going to another city, but where? I have no passport, so I can’t get out of the country either. Oh well. I super speed down a couple of streets and turn a corner. Goddamn this world.

 
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Jake
Maybe there’s something interesting in this town. Of course, I don’t want to get mauled while I’m doing it. Then again, like anyone could. Everyone always underestimates the small man with a knife. “And them I teach them.” ‘Will you stop ruining my train of thought?’ "_Whatever_’ I grab an energy drink out of the fridge in case I do have to use my ability. I walk out of the appartment complex. It’s not long into walking that I see some guy run down the street, “Well, super speed ehh?” ‘Nice detective work Sherlock.’ I decide to watch him. “Might as well ehh?
[And Coolo, that was directed to you, but no direct contact just yet unless your okay with waiting.]

 
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[That’s fine.]
Rick

I get the strange feeling that I’m being watched. I super speed down the street and turn another corner. That should lose whoever the hell it was. Wait, why am I running? I’ve been avoiding dcontact for so long my basic instinct is to run before talking to anyone. Damn, it doesn’t matter now, he’ll probably never see me again. What a shame. I want to talk to someone. I slide down the wall and think about the hopelessness of my situation. I’ve got no-one to talk to, I keep stealing so eventually the cops will probably find me, and I have no home. The only possesions I have are the £30 I stole, the clothes on my skin and my two weapons. I bury my head in my hands. I do hope who ever was wacthing that- if there was anyone -saw me run. I really want some kind of human contact.

 
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Seren
I stand over a old man. He has a small diamond in his hand.
“Give it to me. There will be no murder tonight.”
The man quickly throws the diamond at me. I catch it with extreme reflexes and hold it out in the palm of my pure white hand.
“The original?” I say, trying to compress my excitement.
“The very same!” The old man smiles and nods. I can tell from his face and the fear exhaling from him in sharp pants that he’s afraid.
“Thank you. You can go now. You are a friend to me.” I smile at him, and he turns away, pants in fear and runs.
Wait a second… He said ‘The very same!’. The very same….. Sounds like its a copy.
I look at the crystal. Where there should have been 2 swords overlapping with a heart impaled on both of them, there is the sign of a rainbow.
“He lied…. Well. I guess I lied. There WILL be a murder tonigth after all.”
I spread my wings and give chase.