Annihilate Deception of Equilibrium

BEEEP BEEP BEEP. A hand slipped from under the dark covers which made made up a covering of a body. As the hand fumbled alittle it finnally landed on the alarm clock and clicked it off. For awhile now nothing else had moved which made you think that the person under neath had fallen in a deep sleep but he hadn't. Lifting the Cover from over his body he threw it on the floor beside where he was laying. Getting up he took deep breaths.  Then lifting up he took a step and tripped onto the floor with a clatter. Hitting the floor with the left side of his jaw he could feel it . Getting on all fours he lifted one of his hands and rubbed his mouth making sure that his Left jaw wasn't broken even though it was numb beyond what it should have been. Lifting the rest of his body up he now stood. Turning around he walked to a closet after almost tripping 3 times because his room was messy with uniforms, civilian cloths, and helmets from previous days, weeks , or even months. Finally grabbing the hilt of the door he twisted it and opened the closet door with grace . Having the door wide he walked in. This was the cleanest area in his whole room. Nothing littered the floor of this room and everything was folded. Grabbing a uniform he slid it over his boxers which he had been wearing when he'd gone asleep. Grabbing a helmet he strapped it on and his uniform started. The red visor turned on with light that made Mark flinch and close his eyes. Opening them back up again his suit was doing diagnostic checks on the layout of his body and was filtering a air conditioner wich filtered clean air in exchange for the carban dioxide that Mark was breathing out. As his uniform was done Mark turned it off and picked up his BA pistols with  a special silver handle ladin with black. Grabbing them he squeezed them before strappign them to his side. Then grabbing his Swords he strapped the left one to his back and right to his back with the utmost of ease and speed that anyone could ever have seen . Turning around now loaded with weapons he turned off the closet light and walked to his front door now making sure he wasn't going to trip on anything  as he went to the door. grabbing the door he slid it open and he himself slipped through it . Closing the door he moved to the kitchen which was down the hall from where his Wing of rooms were. Getting to his destination he knew that other's woud be hungry.

Walking to the pantry he grabbed pancake oil and a pan. Turning on the stove he put the pan ontop of it and put some oil in. Then letting it sizzle he grabbed milk and poured some. This was his special recipe so he knew that some people would like it even . Closing the milk he put it back and started to make the 100 pancakes he needed . Taking out 5 plates he poured 20 on each and put them on the kitchen table. Turnining back around he turned off the powerfull stove which was on until he switched it off. Grabbing the pan he put it in the sink and rslipped the pancake oil into the pantry in exchange for forks and knifes. If they wanted anything else they could get it themselfs Mark thought after laying out the forks and knifs next to each plate.

Walking to the front door he opened it wide before walking through it. Twisting the upper part of his body back he closed the door and twisted back to where his body was straight up and down. Grabbing a rail he walked down the steps to the beach. When he had gotten to the edge of the water he had a quick flashback. The flashback of him and his fosterparents in Florida on a silent beach where they stayed for vacations. Not many people knew of this side of the beach so Mark had enjoyed the quite  and joyfull piece as he played by himself . Quickly changing back to real time he bent over and lifted some sand. Throwing it in the water he could see as it disolved in a blink of an eye. Turning sideways like he was walking around the beach Mark started his morning run.

After his run around the island 3 times was over he wasn't sweating. The airconditioner in his suit kept him cool , calm, and collective as he had run while watching the previous days foot ball game. When he had made it to the front door he had his suit which was originally a virtual game suit that he had pimped he checked the time. It was 9:45. He had just enough time to catch a good morning cartoon channel as it was a saturday. grabbing the door he ran to the kitchen to  see if the pancakes had been eaten. To Mark's surprise most of them had been eaten and there was a note saying THANK YOU . Grabbing the note he crumbled it up in a ball after reading and threw it into a trash can 14 feet away which he landed giving him some serious hope.

Walking to the living room which had a view of a angle of the front door from it's giant window he sat down and took off his helmet. Putting the helmet beside him he turned on the tv and changed it from a porno channel to channel 11. Chaotic was on and it was the new one which exited Mark to the brink of exicitan. It had better graphics. But as it turned to a commercial Mark didn't want  to just sit there and wait so he decided to change to another channel 13 which was playing TMNT . As he watched it it also went on commercial so he jumped back and fourth .

Then something caught Mark's eye. it was now 10:00 and something had dropped infront of the front door of the BA castle. Mark knew that Ruin had been missing for awhile now so he thought it wasn't him.Turning the tv off he put on his helmet and strapped it. It started and now used to it Mark got up and bent tippy toeing to the door. Now he lifted straight up and ran.Running he ran through the doors with his superstrength making him a unstopable force. rolling down the short stairs he un rolled after the last one in mid air and stopped straitght. He almost fell but didn't Then he saw the face of a friend.  Or what he thought was his friend.

Ruin had two silver machine guns out and was waiting for the team. Mark now thought that Ruin Cross had betrayed them and was tired of it. but he wanted to hear him out.  If Mark was right then the leader Ruin Cross himself had betrayed the whole of all ., but seriously things like this don't happen very often at all.Now with a troubled face Mark asked the question he thought he never was going to have to ask at  10:39 in the morning


" Are you betraying us?"

It was around 9:40 am when the Man of Forever came back to the island from a nights work. He never sleeps so he has to find things to do during the estimated 9 hours his team is out of commission. The sand shifts as he lands on the shores. Making his way to the castle he leaves many large footsteps behind. Soon the grass crunches as he stands out side the walls. He looks up to an open window attached to his room. The Blue Giant leaps up and into the room by lessening his weight.

He lets the sun naturally light his quarters. The Overgrown Smurf slips off his armor chest plate and along with it his cape-like garment which was fastened to it. He lets it drop to the floor and it creates a loud thump. MOF wasn’t worried about the floor because it was made by the same lumber that the gods use. He slides his gauntlets off and discards them the same way. He quickly unbuckles his boots and kicks them into the corner of his room.

The Balance Keeper is now only in his red pants. He grabs the golden trimmed burgundy material witch was apart his chest plate. Once it is detached he tosses it in the air and uses his matter manipulation in a very interesting way. He catches the silk but it is back to its original cut. It was the strong as steel silk robe that Ruin Cross gave him at the one year anniversary of the Bladed Angels. He wraps himself in it and ties the silk belt. The Glowing Warrior was trying to dress down but in a classy way.

Ten o’clock roles by as he walks down the stairs. Then he hears the TV cut off and someone walk outside. He figured it was a teammate but decides to go in that direction anyway. As he gets closer he sees Mark standing outside, completely dressed in a high tech suit. Was it his new armor or virtual reality game? MOF couldn’t tell the difference at the time. He walks out the sliding doors and was about to say “Good morning, Mark.” But stops in his tracks when he sees something more shocking.

It was Ruin Cross but the one who everyone thought was dead. But all he had with him were gigantic firearms. This man has been keeping his team on edge with all his disappearances and reappearances. He starts the team, vanishes, finds a substitute, supposedly dies, comes back from the future, and now this. MOF wonders if this is the real deal. But then he hears from Mark. "Are you betraying us?"

MOF instantly thinks that is the case and switches his stance. He goes from laidback to a slight pivot letting his left leg in front. He keeps his arms down so that he doesn’t seam a threat. But any warrior could tell the smallest change in his opponent’s stance. And Ruin knowing MOF so well has probably already recognized the fact that MOF is ready for anything.

The energy reaper had been scoping out the city he called his own. The streets were tough here and while most of the team remain at the castle resting, he was out dealing his own balance. He stood on the ledge of a rooftop watching and listening, alone as always being the lone wolf. Like a wolf he often cried out to the moon as it reminded him of the bright pearly eyes of his late love that disappeared in his arms. Feeling guilty, he often does good in his off time, a duty that somewhat defied his commitment to balance. He knew if the others found out that he'd probably be banished from the team, but this...this was personal.