No Days Off:Trinity Limit #2

Faith is an ideology based on belief, without Faith one’s beliefs aren’t sincere. People place their faith in a bunch of different things, as they are allowed to because of the Free Will which was a gift from God. Fear is a natural human feeling usually present, when the odds are against them; Free Will is what allows a person to consciously make a good or bad decision; however when Free Will is compromised it can be used for evil.

The Flower of Carnage sat in her office slowly playing with her Yellow Ring; she knew what it was, but at this point and time she didn’t understand why it came to her. “It’s working” The Snake Charmer said taking only a brief moment from playing his guitar; he was referring to Y’s corruption of society. “Hong Kong, England, San Francisco, Anchorage, Guam; they all believe” he continued watching as the dull Yellow Ring on Y’s finger kept her attention. “And now…Utopia” Y said breaking her prolonged silence; a slight tilt of the head drew his attention to the TV screen.  Captain Trojan and The Ninjan King Derekken were clashing in downtown New Jerusalem; they’re hatred for each other had risen to such a fever point that; they hadn’t noticed that most of their super powered armies had halted their assault on each other. “Y=MX+B” they chanted as they stood in a mindless stance.  It was as if someone had sucked the very life from them; they’re postures had deteriorated as well as their grip on reality.

“How are you so sure this will stop the Trinity…?” Ginju asked appearing from the shadows. “Derekken corrupted young Alex Lopez; Marc’s pride isn’t going to allow him to let that go.” Y said explaining. “The man, who wears the Armor…Editman, has a personal Vendetta against Feral Nova, so he’s as good as covered. You and Fang will take the others, but not Clue…Clue is mine” Y said flashing a horrid smile.  Blood rained down over every continent across the globe, the skies were painted Red and were continuously molested by the white lightning that streaked across the sky. “The Final Revelation of Man…” The Snake Charmer said blowing on his flute. Y’s cat-like eyes glazed over as if she were entering a trance, in this state she could speak through the voices of 6 billion people. “TIME TO MURDER THE WORLD!” her voice echoed from the shores of Otto Wakanze to The Chesapeake Bay.

People began to riot and murder anyone who happened to be immune to Y’s mind control; some of the world’s notorious Villains had fallen under her spell as well. People who were overly religious all of their lives, were the ones primarily affected by the corrupted morals. Those who believed in anything other than a monotheistic being were immune; thus they became a target…no one was save.

“Submit, Die, OBEY!” People all over the world continued to chant as they went against their morals and chose Y. “I’m going to be a god” she said smiling with excitement.  “So why’d you kidnap Maya Lopez?” The Snake Charmer asked. “If she didn’t see this coming a month ago, then she probably would’ve in my planning phase, she needed to be taken out” Y admitted moving to her limo.  “Where are you going…” The Snake Charmer asked again feeling awkward that Y didn’t bring him along.

“I’m going to kill the Bat” she responded quickly, before she disappeared into her vehicle. Taking a moment to rest her eyes, she tried to momentarily clear her mind. This wasn’t going to happen as the huge beast Fang was still playing Wildcard. “You see how easy it is, me a mere mortal taking on god’s kingdom and single handedly going to bring it to its knees. The limo moved slowly through the streets, this was so Y could watch people cause anarchy in her name, it caused her vagina to moisten, and she loved to be around this type of environment.   “Ginju…baby it’s time to lure them out” she said sweetly; as she did so the Yellow Ring on her finger activated. (0.01)

“Oh?” she said smiling, the Final Revelation of Mankind, had begun.

Johnathan knelled before an Altar, his armored frame in a position of prayer and his eyes kept closed in obsience, his clockwork wings folded behind his armor plated back. But as he prayed, a dark series of visions flashed before him, startling the saint and almost causing him to fall backwards. He saw images of death and destruction, of horrible carnage being wrought, of the Chinese Premier, and of the laughing forms of the Unholy Triad; the ruling body of the Black Hand. Picking up his helmet; the teenager quickly put it on and ran to Lord Varitan's chambers, kneeling before the highest authority in the order save for the Triumvirate itself.

The fifteen members of the high council sat in a great circular form of round table, with Varitan sitting at the forefront in the highest seat. The Lord Saint and the Councilers were all clad in magnificent suits of clockwork steam powered plate armor, most of them highly ornate; a testament to Divine Steel's strength and incredible beauty. Turning his gaze to Johnathan, Varitan nodded and acknowledged him. "Rise...what do you have to say?" The Lord of the Talon asked, his voice deep and inflected with a classical Roman accent; hinting at his incredible age and place of origins.

"Brother-Lord...I had visions during prayer...Death and Destruction, an bible being desecrated, mass chaos, the ruler of China...and I saw the Triad of the Black Hand...laughing,.." Johnathan said, looking up at his lord who seemed to ponder for a moment..."Then another part of the Prophecy of the Dragon is unfolding...The queen of Cathay shalt rise and corrupt the holy word and bring darkness to the world, and lest she falls to a band of warriors of virtue and villainy...the lands shall fall into the grip of the black hand." Varitan deduced, his imposing figure shifting in his clockwork throne.

"Already the faithful of most of the world have succumbed to madness...and with the Black Hand making open moves across the world, throwing the Islamists of the Global Liberation Army at our heartlands of the holy land...we cannot afford to send much to deal with Cathay at the moment. But you are the new form of John the Baptist, sent down from heaven to do holy work, you are the new flesh of the man second only to Jesus. We have confidence that you can accomplish this task Johnathan...if you so wish to seek aid, speak to Brother Thule and Brother Elijah. They shall be willing to provide aid and advice." Varitan continued, outstretching a gauntleted hand and bidding Johnathan leave.

The youth obediently left the chamber of the council and made his way to the Dragoon hostel, where those heroes of the order too badly wounded to heal, but too valuable to simply allow to die; were interred in ambulatory sarcophagi made of divine steel called Dragoon armor, here was where they rested and dreamed. Resembling shorter and fatter versions of a tank's chassis put on stocky legs with two powerful arms that ended in power claws and underlying ranged weapons, any of which could be replaced by heavier weaponry if the need arose; Gothic Knight's helmets emerged from a bit above the middle of their fronts, while two smokestacks jutted from behind them.

Walking through the halls, Johnathan came across Brother Thule; one of the oldest of the Order, one who was said to remember it's founding. Speaking a few words in latin, Johnathan brought Thule back from his slumber, causing the Dragoon to stir once more. "Who...awakes me?" Thule rumbled with an voice that sounded something like a metallic earthquake. His optics eventually focused upon Johnathan, and the eternal warrior at once started to ease himself.

"Johnathan...it is good to see you again...The dreams I have had in my slumber...are most troubling...the Prophecy of the Dragon unravels a little more..." The ancient droned, causing Johnathan to nod. "Yes...but I have a question Thule...why is it called the Prophecy of the Dragon?" He asked, looking up at the armored dreadnought. The interred warrior seemed to hesitate for a moment before finally speaking.

"Because Johnathan...there is a truth about the Talon...and perhaps Abrahamic religion as a whole that the Triumvirate does not want known...You see...Humanity is descended from a lost colony of Symaarians or at least...intermixed with them at some point...The Talon...formed thousands of years before the official story...of us being formed by the Kings of Greece...rather...we followed the Holy Navigator of Symaar...a great Dragon god...Debased versions of this belief...became the later monotheistic faiths...and from those faiths...arose the Abrahamic god and his angels...Most of us...eventually forgot those beliefs...but not entirely...there is still some genetic memory that expresses itself...in our similar values and aesthetics...it is because we draw power from the God of Symaar as much if not more...than we draw from the God of Earth...that we remain unaffected by the debasement of the Bible..." Thule revealed slowly, methodically, but ultimately in a fashion that demonstrated his deep wisdom.

"But for now Johnathan...I wish to rest and ponder this matter further...you may summon me and the Rogue Elijah...should you so desire our aid...but for now, this is your task alone...do not be afraid though...it will not be your own for long...The Talon does not have to carry this fight alone...no matter what the arrogance of the triumvirate and council say...remember this...And remember...if it comes to it...you must call upon the Order...to lay waste to Cathay...should it's corruption prove so immense...we will have to ensure that it will never rise to threaten the world again...we will need to bring about the Micheal Contingency...shatter it's armies...destroy it's industries...and purge whatever is left in atomic fire..." The ancient warrior said before returning to his slumber.

Now wiser and burdened with the Knowledge that if the Talon so deemed that China was beyond saving; they would cleanse it the hard way, Johnathan stepped to the outside of the Prime Crawler; a vast mobile castle forged of Talon; or in the case of the Prime Crawler; Divine Steel on enormous tank tracks that roamed through the outskirts of Jerusalem. The Talon operated from Crawlers like these around the world; always ready to deploy to meet with any threat. With a few beats of his clockwork wings, Johnathan was once more in the air, out to set about on this epic quest.

All throughout the world, the Talon was being forced to move out into the Open to put down riots. Reports of men dressed as medieval knights wielding heated weapons were coming in around the world. Footmen fired superheated crossbow bolts into maddened crowds, purifiers incinerated those rioters they could with holy flame, machine guns were fired into feral crowds in any Talon Territories. And still the Talon had to fight the Black Hand, the Mediterranean Syndicate, the Electrical Protectorate, and the Islamic hordes of the Global Liberation Army.

So stretched thin, it was rather hard to believe the Talon could carry out such an attack on China...but Johnathan knew better. In orbit was a fleet of Talon satellites that could rain destruction down from the heavens themselves. If the Talon had reason to believe that after Y-intercept was defeated, that China would still be a threat, the very heavens would rain fire upon China until all that was left was a burnt, radioactive wasteland.

Johnathan swore that it would never come to that. He had been through enough war in his lifetime to know the full horror of such actions. He had watched millions die in his young life, and he was determined to ensure that more lives would not be wasted. He wished that there would be a day that the Multiverse could live in peace with itself, a day to end war. A day that some part of him knew would never come, but a day he hoped for nontheless.

The jade haired beauty stood before the Guardians of Oa, trying to make a plea for the Lanterns to get involved in the Utopia Crisis. The truth of the matter was, if she wasn’t a Cortega as well, she wouldn’t even be allowed in the Utopia conflict.

“I know, We are only supposed to interfere in this conflict if it effects the sector, but without Ziccarra Liafador I don’t think Earth with last much longer” Emerald said continuing her plea. “Then there is the disappearance of Maya Lopez, she’s been gone for weeks…” Emerald said, trying to scan for Maya’s aura.  “Have faith, in my former companions” a voice said sounding out from behind the guardians.  Stepping into Plainview with her body outlined in a bright rim, the Ninjan Queen Ziccarra Liafador smiled.

“What, your dead, we buried you!” Emerald screamed pointing at Z. “Yes, I did perish in my efforts to stop the Red Lanterns, however it was a futile effort; the Red Ring of Rage lives” Z said pointing to a sector in space where rage was at its strongest. “I’ could’ve sworn my ring picked up the Yellow Ring of Fear, on Earth” Emerald said, glancing at her sector of the universe. “Emerald, return to Earth and aid the Trinity in ridding the world of my father” Z said, nodding to her Trinity replacement.

“Right but, what about Maya Lopez?” Emerald asked turning to Ziccarra, Z glanced at Emerald as if she wanted the young Cortega to find her, but as a Green Lantern it was not Emeralds job. Finally, being dismissed Emerald flew, heading back towards Earth. “She reminds me of Renegade Lantern” One of the Guardians remarked in disgust. “Trust me, I’ve met Renegade Lantern she is nothing like her father” Z said folding her hands and watching as the Cortega Lantern flew off, “And that my fellow Guardians…is a GOOD thing”.

As Emerald descended down upon, New Jerusalem she found, that the battle between Derekken and Cpt. Trojan was literally tearing the city in half. “I’ve got to stop them!” She said, streaking across the city in an Emerald light. As she flew enroute, the motionless citizens of the City. “What the hell are they chanting” She said slowing down to hear. “Y=mx+B, Y+mx+B. Y+mx+B”, they chanted in unison sounding like mindless zombies. “IT’s TIME, TO MURDER THE WORLD!” They shouted again in unison loud and thunderously.  Soon the skies above her were a picture perfect, candy apple red; lightening streaked across the sky illuminating all dark areas within the city. “What’s that smell?” Emerald asked, looking around to see where it could possibly be emanating from.  A drop of moisture hit her in the head, followed by a torrential downpour.

“That…smells its blood!” Emerald said using her ring to construct a shield over herself. The town erupted into anarchy, people began rioting; setting homes, animals and other people on fire. Churches, Cathedrals, temples all burned down.  Before she knew it, she was a target; the people of Jerusalem had turned on her tossing various objects at her trying to knock her out of the sky.  

As long as her shield was up, she didn’t have to worry about them reaching her. Emerald used her ring to construct a huge fan to blow the people back. “Where the hells are the Power-puff girls” Emerald asked trying to shed some sort of light on the situation.  The beings whom were loyal to both Derekken and Captain Trojan(Sha#1) had turned into mindless minions as well; having super powers they turned them on Emerald.

A huge beam of pure psy energy smashed into her knocking her on the ground; hundreds of super beings lunged at her, in her downed state all she could do was fire her way out.  The power of her Cortega power cell split the human sea in half sending all who intended to do harm flying.  “Emerald, it would seem that this Riot isn’t just in New Jerusalem…its global” Ziccarra explained through Emeralds Power Cell.

“Who could have influence like that?” Emerald said still trying to protect herself using her Ring, whilst talking through her power cell. “We’re still looking into that, however the guardians are considering sending more Lanterns to E-“before Z could finish her sentence, Emerald’s power Ring was depleted. “What the hell!” she said, looking at her ring.  “It’s drained…but how I just charged it” she said glancing around at the people terrorizing the town. “Fear…” she said, thinking about the wide spread panic.  

As she was doing her best to, try and save as many people as she could, she came upon a downed Closure who was bleeding out. “NOAH” she screamed sincerely, flying to the ground coming to his aid.  “Noah…what happened?” she asked knowing her unconscious friend wasn’t going to answer back. Trying to remove him from harm’s way, she flew him atop a building and preformed first aid.

“The world has been corrupted by Darkness a Darkness of the unknown” Ziccarra said, feeling that this would be too big of a struggle for Emerald to handle. “Y intercept has begun her war with God”.

New York City

Using her ability to speak through the voices of billions Y, attempted to lure her prey to her. Tied to the Brooklyn Bridge was a young child, whom had been immune to the corruption of the bible. She was suspended hundreds of feet above the Brooklyn Bridge. “Clue…Your god is summoning you! Y said as a light construct, speaking through billions. “You can waste your energy, here saving this beloved child” she said pointing high above the Brooklyn Bridge as soon as the rats had penetrated the rope this child was a goner. “Or…you can waste your energy saving him.” She said, pointing across the Hudson River to a burning boat. Seated in the boat was Blackman, who she kidnapped a few months ago, he was surrounded by huge tanks of propane. (Clue #1). “Someone, beloved will die here today, whether you like it or not”.

Thanks to the power of her Yellow Ring, she managed to get from place to place in a timely manner; she had taken out Maya Lopez, who was a master of thought. Clue who was a master at reasoning; Ziccarra was dead, and Marc was next.

Y stood in the middle of her freemason castle, its creation was a myth in its self, as it existed in a famous New York City Catholic church.  The whole building was created for an esoteric purpose; all the world’s most tragic events were etched in the panels on the walls of the building. This was what fascinated Y as the building was finished in 1920, and because of its landmark status, had not been renovated.

She sat on the alter holding her Sinestro Corps ring. “The final battle…will be here” she said looking into the eyes of a sculpture of John the Baptist.

"You know Alceus, I have always told you that you are our very best. Ah the stories that the nymphs in different dimensions sing about you! Stronger than Hercules, faster than Hermes, a better fighter than Ares, and almost as wise as Athena.. my boy you have truly lived up to the name "Olympian Champion". Time and time again you have saved the world. Is there anything you cannot do?", those memorable words spoken by immortal Zeus echoed in the tranquil mind of young Alceus. He would never forget the day that he saved Olympus from a potential war with the Hindu pantheon after some intentional misinformation was given to Vishnu by a scheming Hades. It was quite a great feat that he had accomplished, Alceus will never forget it, ever. But unlike the rest of those who know him, he does not find it as his greatest ever feat of heroics. Sitting atop Mytikas, the highest peak on Mount Olympus, a silent Alceus was deep in his thoughts as heavy rain poured down on him. The relaxing sound of water droplets falling on the metal parts of his armor made the scene seem even more tranquil. "Too bad they don't know what my greatest feat really is.. or at least what I think it is. Growing up I was always arrogant and refused to fail. That made me very flawed in some aspects. Whenever I failed, I refused to acknowledge it and I never bothered to improve. It was not until Athena told me that I would never make it as Olympus' greatest champion if I was too scared to acknowledge my failure and practice so that I could improve. I remember struggling to admit to myself that I had failed my training. Admitting that, acknowledging failure, that to me was scary. But nothing else was. All kinds of monsters and even Hades, that was nothing. But failure could grip my heart so tightly that I wouldn't dare to acknowledge it. But it was only when I accepted it, that I was afraid of failure, was I able to beat it forever".

While for some it may not seem like quite an impressive feat, it was what the Son of Olympus once feared during his teenage years. "Some people won't see that as much, I can understand. But that was the scariest thing I ever had to do in my life. Now I can look back at it and laugh", Alceus smiled as he shook his head followed by a light chuckle, "It wasn't an amazing feat of physical strength or anything that I think was the greatest thing I've ever done. But beating my one and only fear. That was it. It made me fearless", The Champion thought as he calmly looked at his feet. Slowly but steadily, the sky turned blood red as mysterious red lightning spread across the entire sky. This created a red hue in the environment. Quickly getting to his feet and standing to his full height, Alceus took off into the sky and flew to an altitude beyond the clouds. "Why is the sky red?", he asked himself just above a whisper. The skies held no answers nor any clues. The suddenly, in the blink of an eye, a ball of what appeared to be green fire fell from the sky. It was inches away from a stunned Alceus' chest as it passed by him. "Wow! There's a lot of energy in that thing", the Olympian Champion said to himself, his eyes showing his astonishment. Quickly following the falling ball of green flames, Alceus was stupefied when the mysterious green fire-ball quickly flew higher once it was about fifteen feet away from crashing into the ground. "What the hell?", he thought, a little confused. As he followed the green fire-ball across the sky, he found that it was increasing in speed, it was ridiculously fast and behaved in a manner to odd for it to be a natural object from outer space. "Just what is that thing? It's generating far too much energy to be a simple meteor or whatever", Alceus realized. "I've almost got it", the Son of Olympus murmured as he stretched his hand, his fingertips just an inch away from the speeding object that almost instantly shot off into the distance.

Realizing that he would have to access his full speed in order to keep up with the green fire-ball, Alceus blasted off into the distance after the mysterious object. However, just as he was about to snatch it from the blood red sky, it suddenly dropped from the sky. Stopping to look around, The Champion was surprised to find that he had chased the mysterious object all the way from the skies of Mount Olympus to the city of Porto in Portugal. Below him was a large crater caused by the strange object's fall. Gently landing on the ground, Alceus slowly approached the now glowing green ball. It was roughly the size of his upper torso. However, before he could reach for it, mighty Alceus was knocked into a nearby building by someone of similar size. That man was clearly superhuman. Any ordinary person would have injured themselves running into Alceus like that. But before he could utter a word, Alceus found himself surrounded by a large and angry crowd of civilians who threw stones and objects at him. "Now what did I do to deserve this?", The Champion wondered as he got to his feet, only to be attacked by a horde of the people. "Enough!", Alceus shouted, generating a spherical wave of invisible energy all about his body, knocking everyone off of him without injuring them. "Stay away from that thing!", Alceus' initial attacker shouted. "The ring is mine!", the man announced. He was a tall muscular blond man with a British accent. "Unlikely. I can sense the malice inside of you", The Champion said, instantly charging straight at his attacker as he grabbed him and carried him into the sky at blinding speeds. Flying at speeds far too fast for even his attacker, Alceus increased altitude until he broke free of the atmosphere and entered outer space, powerfully tossing the attacker on to the moon. "This guy is a villain. An insignificant one but still a villain". The Champion's attacker wasted no time and flew past him, attempting to return to the green ball as he flew towards the European continent. Following the man, once beside him, Alceus struck him with a powerful lightning bolt, knocking the man unconscious sending him falling to the ground.

"He'll survive", Alceus said, judging from the man's energy-signature, Alceus was correct. Returning to the city of Porto, Alceus was glad to find the glowing green ball untouched. Landing a few feet from it, he could feel the energy inside of it. It was calling him, it was so alluring. As soon as Alceus was five feet from it, the ball split open, enveloping Alceus in a colossal pillar of green light. Once the light faded into darkness, Alceus emerged, but he was clearly different. There was a glowing green ring on his finger. His helmet and his chest piece turned into a flawless silver, the three circles on his chest piece were glowing a green energy, his eyes were glowing green, his gauntlets and leg armor were green and glowing, his belt was was silver and his buckle green and glowing. And the fabric of his attire was jet black. "What is this? Is this a Power Ring?", Alceus wondered. "This looks like that ring Emerald has. This...this is amazing!", Alceus exclaimed with a smile. He could his power increase dramatically. The sheer energy surging through his veins was immense and the green glow all about his body was entrancing. "But I still need to know why the sky is so red", Alceus realizing what is important. Taking off into the sky with his newfound power, Alceus decided to seek his Trinity teammates, they might have the answers.

The humid Mediterranean wind swept Marc’s jet black hair across his clear forehead as he lost himself in a deep prayer to Divina. It was a prayer for his girlfriend, the mother of his child. With a week passed since without seeing Maya's face or hearing her voice; his mind was tainted with sickening thoughts. “Mercury…” Marc finished his prayer and slowly peeled open his blue-brown eyes in response to his cousin voice,while still dropping out his meditative state.

“Look ” Sean Watanabe stepped beside him and pointed over the bank ledge down to Derech Gaza Boulevard, over a thousand of feet below. “I thought Trojan’s men were fighting with the citizens?” His basso voice carried a confused tone and a concerned gaze in his narrowed eyes. His supernatural eyesight allowed him to watch the bloodshed unfolding roughly a thousand meters below him perfectly. Captain Trojan’s men lunged at the New Jerusalem citizens with reckless abandon digging into their flesh with there bare hands. “They are.” The MONARCH operative Finesse slammed her magnum round into her second Desert Eagle and propped a leg on the ledge. Sean grunted after hearing a blasphemous chant from the men below and clenched his fist. Without a word, he leaped from the ledge into the fray to protect the helpless pedestrians on the destroyed street.

Their behavior was odd to Marc, but there was too much going on for him to get distracted with a small miscalculation. Derekken was his one and only target. For two months, he sat silent in the shadows of New Jerusalem waiting for Trojan and Derekken’s heated rivalry to reach their boiling point. Captain Trojan's blitz was countered when Derekken and his men met Haven and his men halfway in Downtown New Jerusalem. Now, they were at each other's necks, tearing New Jerusalem apart, toppling monuments, statues and buildings Ziccarra built in dedication to her Ninjan heritage. Distracted with one another.

Marc peered ahead with an unflinching gaze as Captain Trojan torpedoed into the SHA Imperial Suites, a plume of dust shot into the air. Derekken had blasted a powerul output of energy from his palms and sent Trojan flying through the air into the upscale suite. “Finesse. Put him down if you have to. “Marc summoned Finesse and his cousin Sean for one reason: Remove any obstacle in Marc’s way that would hinder his confrontation with Derekken. Finesse was assigned Captain Trojan. “Just keep him out my way.” Marc jumped from the rooftop with Finesse following behind taking his action as her signal to pursue Captain Trojan.

The wind groaned at Marc’s ears from his unmatched speed and he transitioned from a freefall into cosmic flight destined for Derrekken. Blurring into an Emerald light over Derech Gaza, the Japanese Prince slammed his shoulder into Derekken. Marc knew the Ninjan was taken by surprise as he slammed him onto a skyscraper rooftop. Pinning him to the asphalt with his weight, Marc swung his right arm and decked Derekken across the chin. The Ninjan’s face jerked violently to the left. “YOU BAST—!“ Marc shut Derreken up by squeezing his hands around his neck. Derekken's face glowed pink and his eyes glared a seething red. Marc baritone voice dropped an octave into a threatening whisper."Where is she?" A sinister smirk flickered across Derekken's face sending the message of his ultimate satisfaction at Marc's predicament, despite the awkward and fatal position he put Derekken in. "She's dead" He snickered making Marc's chest surge with a torrential fire. He raised his hand over his head and his Emerald Katana flashed into his hand. He gripped the transparent hilt tightly and moved his blade into striking position.

In Marc's ear, static crackled in his Trinity communicator and a familiar voice chimed in. "Mister Mercury, Clue, anybody? Maya is gone--" Derekken noticed Marc's distraction and slammed his knee into Marc's spine. A screeching pain shot through his back and Derekken blasted a purple burst of energy into Marc's chest, sending the distraught young man flying across the rooftop into a violent tumble to the ledge. On his stomach, Marc's concentration tuned back into Noah's voice while he attempted to muster strength to get on his feet. "...It is widespread..." Marc's knees buckled as Derekken stood over him, with furious red energy pouring from his eyes."I will do the best I can...." Noah continued. "What the hell is he talking about?" Marc wondered as he pushed up with his arms, a killer pain shot up his back and he slammed back onto the asphalt. "My daughter had more strength than you when she was at her weakest." Derekken spat before he slammed his boot heel into Marc's handsome face. A skull crushing pain screeched through his head and his eyes shut as he dropped from consciousness. Noah still chimed in his ear. "Until we meet again. Y=MX+B."

“Y=mx+B…” she chanted, watching as the world slowly burned on every television channel.  “Y is my Life, Y is my Love”, she continued to chant. A few floors above, her children were in the process of setting her home on fire; they too were infected by the Y equation. Tuning out the world around her, Paige sat on the floor, rocking back and forth chanting, struggling as if she were trying to prevent her body from giving in. “Hope…” she said, almost breaking free of the mind control; however a picture of Sean quickly caused her to descend deeper into control. “Y IS MY WILL!” she screamed loudly, her veins pulsating through her skin, the pupils on her eyes strained with red, Paige had given in to the darkness.

“Editman…” Paige whispered softly, her mind continued to fight while her body acted on its own accord. Walking to the work desk, where the Editman II was resting in cube form; she grabbed it and activated it without hesitation.  The mechanized battle suit began to form around her body; the technology was so advanced, it accurately adjusted itself to Paige's  proportions.

{Power Level at 100%}

{Hello Mrs. Smith} Jeeves said, booting up. “Jeeves…set a hyper flight course for New Jerusalem” she responded abruptly.  {Course set, Mrs. Smith as your navigation program, it’s my job to tell you that it’s not safe at all, right now in New Jerusalem”}. Jeeves said taking note of, the changes in cognitive properties for Paige’s brain. “I’m well aware…Y=mx+B” Paige responded, booting up the thrusters.  It was at this moment that Jeeves sent out a beacon to Sean Smith, Paige’s husband and the original Editman.  The rocket thrusters caused massive flames to burnout beneath the armor; a heat wave could be seen originating from the flames. The retractable rooftop slowly opened, allowing Paige to finally take off. 

{Hyper Speed Activated}

Within a tenth of a second, Paige was airborne, en route to New Jerusalem. Currently her intentions were unknown; but Jeeves deducted that since, she was chanting Y’s moniker it was probably bad.  Paige inside the Editman easily broke Mach II, everything around and under her was zipping past, she flew with one purpose in mind, destroy the old world, for the building of Y intercept’s world. As Paige was quickly approaching the Utopian borders, “Jeeves, I want all small arm munitions to be fired from the secondary firing system; All Thermal and Heavy arms to be fired from the Primary cannons.  {Roger that, Mrs. Smith} Jeeves responded, reluctantly. {I do hope, Mr. Smith isn’t playing at a time like this} Jeeves said, muting Paige trying to get in touch with Sean.

Elsewhere.

“Oh….god I love redheads” Sean whispered, as the sultry stripper rested her ass on his pants. “There’s nothing like a shot of Tequila, and the best damn ass this side of L.A, to make a divorce worth it.” Sean said, smacking his Latina stripper on the ass with a 50 dollar bill. “Oh…baby” Sean said, closing his eyes feeling the sensual smooth skin of this beautiful woman. “Where were you five years ago, hun? I could’ve put some kids in your life” he said smirking, the only reason he got away with such words was, because the woman didn’t understand English.  “Comemere baby and whisper sweet nothings in my ear” he said reclining back and the vixen straddled him and moved towards his ears.  Sean didn’t expect her to say anything, especially not what she would eventually say. “Y…=…Mx+…B”.

“What the f*ck does that mean?” Sean said, pushing the woman off of him, in that instant, she went mad trying to scratch and claw at him. “AHHHH” He screamed running around the club trying to put his pants back on. As he ran, more and more people were infected by the Equation and began chasing him as well.  His pants were a lost cause, pulling the Editman cube from his jacket he quickly transformed into Editman.

“Take this b!tch” he said sending his iron fist into the woman’s chin knocking her out cold. Turning around, he saw there rabid faces, they weren’t friendly anymore. {Sir, You’ve finally answered, where are you?} Jeeves asked with a heavy hint of worry. “I’m in a moderately respectable place” Sean replied moving backwards as the violent people stalked him. {A strip Club?} Jeeves asked pulling up visual confirmation. “Hey…I said moderately respectable” Sean replied, “I’m checking their thermal output and it’s all the same…”  Sean said taking off into the air. {Yes sir, that’s what I’ve been trying to tell you, your Ex-Wife has control of the other Editman…she’s en route to Utopia at Hyper speed} Jeeves finally revealed. “Hyper speed? Why the f*ck don’t I have Hyper speed?” Sean said clearly not caring.

“Alright I’m on it…” he said taking off towards the Middle East.

{Primary Weapon on-line} New Jerusalem, Utopia

“Jeeves, Identify heat signatures”. {Roger} Jeeves responded quickly. {“King Derekken, Captain Trojan, Sean Watabee, Closure, Emerald Canary, Mr.Mercury…a god from mount Olympus quickly approaching } Jeeves said finally getting confirmation.

“Good…now fire the primary weapon, at that opening” Paige had locked on to where both Emerald Canary, and Closure were suspected to be; there were multiple buildings in between Paige and them; however the huge ray on her chest opened and released an outrageous amount of thermal energy.  She had plan to topple everything in the name of Y intercept.

Flying through the sky, Johnathan could not help but look as a Talon Crusader Cell stationed outside of new jerusalem fought a maddened Israeli army. But the Talon was making short work of the numerically superior but individually inferior israelites, and thus he could comfortably fly past them. The sound of countless fwooshing flames followed by a series of explosions confirmed that the order dealt with them the way they knew best; with thermobaric fire.

All throughout the World, the Talon was trying to establish some line of order, being the largest body of people with mankind's interests at heart on the planet. In the predominantly catholic countries where they dominated, they manage to establish perimeters. And after a brutal fight, they managed to cordon off the holy cities of Acre, Antioch, and Jerusalem from the rest of the world. In Rome, they made an impenetrable ring of defense around the Vatican, making damned sure that none of Y's maddened goons would dare to assault the Pontiff, whom they kept under effective house arrest.

John on the other hand, was going to stop the problem at the source. As his visions primarily focused around New York and New Jerusalem; the Teenaged Saint flew overhead, clockwork wings propelling him at incredible speeds, boosted by his own inexorable control over the very winds themselves. As he flew over, he looked at the burning city and shook his head. No...this couldn't be happening. More death...always more death.

Wherever he went, he always saw the Reaper's handiwork. Was this some sort of sick punishment for his immortality? To be surrounded by the dying at all times? But the teenager quickly shook himself out of it. He could not let himself be dragged into despair...despair was the enemy. Giving in would mean watching Y take over the World, and the Black Hand taking over Y. After a brief moment of thought, he was brought out of his dilemma by the more immediate concern of a massive thermal ray pouring out of the chest of some power armor equipped woman.

"What the!?! Jeez watch where you're pointing that!" John snapped as he quickly rotated his clockwork armored body towards the source of the beam. Clockwork computers in his suit quickly began to spin and rotate to crunch the numbers, a number of dials in his helmet giving him a surprisingly sophisticated set of read outs in a steampunk form of a heads up display. Deciding that he needed more time to formulate a plan, Johnathan pulled back into the city.

As he flew overhead however, the bloodthirsty crowds threw everything they could at him, and while even the heaviest of their objects either reflected off of his halo created force field or his armor, he was taken aback by their madness. They constantly chanted the formula and mantras of madness and praises to Y, but the whole of the Order was immune to the effect, especially it's living saints. Knowing that there was no other choice, John let in a deep sigh. "Forgive me..." He said to the crowd.

With an exhale, he created an cyclone centered around himself, the very winds picking up around him and swirling around and around, forming a visible blue funnel of the very essence of wind itself. The cyclone picked up the crowds who had threatened him and carried them up it's whirling sides like toys in the hands of children. The cyclone rose higher and higher and grew wider and wider. Eventually it consumed several city blocks before he finally released it and looked away as what must have been thousands of people were flung to their deaths by the winds.

He looked around and saw that his windstorm destroyed much of the city blocks around him, ripping apart their structures like so many lincoln logs in the path of a petulant toddler. The mashed and not so mashed corpses of the crowd that had surrounded him were everywhere, a sight that he quickly tried to avert his eyes from...he did not like to have their deaths on his mind...no matter what justification there was for it. Perhaps the only positive thing that could be said about his action is that he had put out much of the cities fires, silencing their blaze in a gust of air.

If his already conspicuous armor had not already garnered attention, it was quite likely that the whirling cyclone that he had just created did. Whether this was a good or bad thing had yet to be seen. But Johnathan was prepared for all comers, and he drew the blessed Hammer of richard in one hand, and the shield of the unknown paladin in the other. He was ready now....The saint slowly descended to the earth, and let his booted feet touch the ground while he surveyed the area, walking out into the unknown.

The woman in his life as of late Y she was a interesting creature to Ginju, love never even crepted into this mind when it came to her. Pure unbridled lust, that's all it was an he was curious as to her reasons for wanting the destruction of an entire planet let alone a single team. Curiosity normally spelled ill will when it came to his life, an in this case it meant he could have almost uninterrupted fun. Few of the people he needed to "lure" out posed much of an irritation for him, but he was going to do this for her simply out of pure boredom. Life hasnt been this exciting since he was fighting his brother Darkchild, an his chances to fight him again were gone. Now he listens to Y an waits for her to finish, as she gives her instructions he nods an smiles not really caring only there to now his target.

Soon his target is revealed, an his target was New Jerusalem as a whole. To create a large enough "Hey Morons" that Trinity would come out of their hole, he wished he could have some fun with the one known as Clue but she was very stern in her point that the man was hers alone. With a nod he made his way out of the room and with a wave of his hand a portal opened, cracked in the fabric of time. He displaced the energy infront of him an opened the portal. As he stepped through he was in New Jerusalem, the sounds of battle echoed throughout the city. An he knew that he needed to make a loud an explosive point for anyone to have his attention. With a small smile upon his face he raised his hand and the building in front of him one that almost touched the heavens began to tremble, closing his hand into a fist the building came crashing down. The metal within each of the beams that kept it up turning into water it collapsed within itself, the screams as men an women leaped from the top as it fell were music to his ears.

Soon the bait was taken, as NJ police an other law enforcers came to a halt all around him. The call "Fire at will! He's a meta, bring him down fast!!!" sounded over all the chaos. Smiling slightly Ginju turned his attention to what must of been the Captain, tilting his head slightly he muttered "Butterflies...." An in an instant the man fell to his knee's an clutched his throat for a brief second, within seconds his throat filled with butterflies. Butterflies that in a swarm came from his mouth, his insides were transformed into the beautiful creatures that now were covered in blood, the man was dead the moment he clutched his throat. His troops looked in horror as thousands of butterflies crawled an flew from his mouth and even out of his nose. As his body fell forward in a desperate act at avenging their Captain they all fired. A hail of gunfire rained down upon Ginju, as the smoke cleared from where Ginju was standing they all realized it at the same time. Each bullet was held in place by a thin energy shield that erected around him, he hand transformed a car nearby into pure energy. Staring at the crowd of officers around him he gleefully launched each bullet back at them. In an instant five dozen men were bloodied an lying on the ground. As the last of the dying men spat out his last ounce of blood an the life left his body Ginju walked over him an made his way down the streets. Removing his mask an showing the world who he was he began to laugh. A camera crew had filmed the entire slaughter, the camera man trembled as he filmed him. Soon Ginju stood in front of the news crew, each man an woman soiled themselves in some form he extended his finger towards the camera man an gestured for him to come closer. The man shook his head an stepped back slowly, Ginju replied by extending his other arm out in the direction of what remained of the officers as if saying "I did that...you honestly want to deny me what I want?" With that the camera man slowly stepped forward an closer to Ginju.

"Is that thing broadcasting to a network that the Trinity will see?" the camera man nodded slowly. "An you recorded the entire thing? Have they seen my face?" the camera man stammered his answer "Y-ye-yes I recorded it...an they have now." With a now wide smile "Excellent..." Touching the man's shoulder "To run that camera you don't need alot of people right? Just you right?" Nodding again the camera man realized the question an turned around in horror to watch as his crewmen being drenched in energy as each single blast launched from Ginju met with a cloud of blood an gore. Turning back around to Ginju he trembled as Ginju spoke "Follow me, I want them to find me easily enough." With that Ginju continued down the street with a terrified camera man in tow.

Tension in the air rose as the words  “Submit, Die, OBEY!” were echoing throughout New Jerusalem, anarchy had erupted, an equation was being chanted, and apparently it was affecting the whole world.. This was organized, it was well-planned, but question remained as to who was the mastermind behind all of the events occurring. This didn't matter at the moment to Alex, he knew that the priority at the moment was to end the terror in order to save the people, a feat that was indeed too big for one man. 
 
Alex Gray had no memory of his past, only the fact that a a rather strange girl told him to come to New Jerusalem in order to discover his destiny. His hopes grew as he this was an opportunity to fulfill the words she had spoken, "Your destiny is to protect, do so." He had his sword inside the compartment of his motorcycle and he put on a pair of black sunglasses. The garage door opened slowly and he could hear the voices of the citizens scream in horror as blood was being shed and the ominous feeling of someone out there enjoying it all was all too sickening to Alex. The moment the door was open, the sound of tires screeching was heard and he was off to stop any trouble he could find. The people quickly took notice of his presence and began to throw whatever they could find at him as they chanted "Y=Mx+b." He paid no attention to the crowd and sped down the streets.  
 
Garbage cans, boxes, rocks, anything else the people could find were being thrown at him. He did his best to evade the projectiles, but despite the fact that some had hit his vehicle, his determination to end trouble was great. The citizens did not give up however and a few began to swerve their cars in an attempt to crash into Alex. Two cars were coming at his in opposite directions; one coming toward him, another behind. He had to be quick and precise. The moment the cars were about 6 feet from the motorcycle, Alex lifted the motorcycle from the back with is strength and as it was riding on one wheel, he would turn at a complete 360 degrees to his right, making the front car get hit and swerve to the left while the back was hit and pushed to the right. The plan worked as both cars crashed and he sped off down the road. "Y= MX+B!" was chanted and grew louder, more cars were behind him and a huge truck blocked the road a distance away. Stubborn people, Alex thought. He needed to get through, it was going to be simple. "Withdraw Stryke" he said and the motorcycle did as it was told. A compartment opened on the right side of the vehicle and he drew his weapon. A big, wide sword that was created by a friend of his, the sword had meaning to Alex as it represented a bond and friendship, the only one he had since he woke up in an alley about a year ago. Now, the his skill with the weapon was about to be shown. Alex placed the flat side of the sword on the back wheel, absorbing the kinetic energy through the weapon. "Autopilot engage." he spoke and he began to get up and crouch on the seat of the motorcycle. The energy he absorbed was being shown as a swirl of blue energy was surrounding his arms. It was there that Alex looked onto the truck as it was placed horizontally on the road, the blockade was clever, but useless. He swung his weapon in a diagonal motion and a wave of the blue energy cut right through the truck and the motorcycle went right through. To ensure that the chase would be over, Alex turned around carefully and swung his sword in a horizontal direction again at the ground near the truck, creating a deep trench. He sat back down and said the words, "Autopilot disengage" as the sounds of cars crashing into one another was heard. 
 
The swordsman sped through the city until a cloud of red smoke caught his eye, he rode to the location until he saw a strange man being followed by a cameraman who was trembling. Alex did not take this sign of fear too easily, the strange man had power, he was a threat, a threat that needs to be stopped. It was at that moment Alex went full speed on his motorcycle, and as he did before, he would place the flat end of the sword to absorb all the energy he could as he knew that this battle would be a long one. His heart was pumping to the fullest extent and the moment he was close to the two persons, he swerved, "Brake." Alex would be launched at the man in front, the moment his boot would touch his back, he would look into the camera of the man behind and say "Run", and short but strong burst of energy would send the mysterious visitor flying forward a good distance. A battle would begin and Alex had nothing to fear, his determination to find out about his past drove him and the words of the little girl echoed through his mind. "Your destiny is to protect, do so."

Soaring through the lifeless blood red sky, a confused Alceus grew increasingly aware that this strange invading red color in the sky was most likely global. "What is happening in the world? This is the first time you don't seem to have any answers", a surprised Alceus thought. The courageous hero's thoughts were no doubt directed towards his wise sibling Athena, who constantly maintained a permanent mental link with him in hopes of offering her guidance in difficult situations. "At the moment you are correct. But I can assure you that whatever is happening in the mortal plane has nothing to do with any of our usual enemies", a composed Athena replied with certainty. "I thought so as well", The Champion said, trying to examine the mysterious red lightning storm as closely as he could. However, his investigative attempts were interrupted by a curious Athena who didn't hesitate to question his recent acquisition of a green power ring. "So when were you going to tell me that you have decided to become a Green Lantern?", Athena asked before adding, "You know green really isn't your color". Chuckling at his failure to inform Athena of recent events, Alceus gladly explained, "Sorry about that. It was fairly recent. The ring was contained in some sort of flaming green ball that fell from the sky. I decided to follow it but then it quickly switched paths and ended up in Portugal. Once I got there, this other guy tried to get the ring. I sensed his malice so I fought him and won. When I approached the green ball, I was trapped in this pillar of light and next thing I know, I'm wearing a power ring, my clothes changed a little and my power increased dramatically", Alceus concluded.

"Yes your increased power. I wanted to talk to you about that", a concerned Athena revealed. "Sure go ahead", a sighing Alceus replied. "Alceus, you are already very powerful. You are faster than Hermes, stronger than Herc-", however, before Athena's sentence could be finish, she was interrupted by her brother, "I know that part. Just get to the point", Alceus demanded, sounding a little impatient. "Fine fine", the usually understanding Athena replied, "The thing is, you wear those gauntlets that grant you access to a lot of energy as well as father's lightning. Those items themselves are already powerful. Any ordinary person could put them on and they would have the power to level entire cities. That combined with your own natural power is quite a lot of power for one to possess. I sincerely hope that you realize how much power you right now possess with that green power ring. Is it not said that the only limitation to that ring is willpower and imagination?", Athena said, raising her points. Smiling, Alceus calmly advised Athena not to worry, "Oh come on Athena. You treat me like a child. I'm not that reckless kid anymore, you should know that by now. I'm always in control. I know what I'm dealing with here. Stop worrying, I can handle this. You taught me to years before. Otherwise I wouldn't even be able to control the gauntlets. Besides, it's not like Ares was the one who got the ring", Alceus chuckled, countering Athena's points. Sighing, the Goddess of Wisdom conceded, "Very well". After her brief response, Athena would only speak to Alceus if the valiant Olympian required her assistance in battle. "Now time to find out all about this red lightning", Alceus decided.

Speeding off into the distance, the Son of Olympus headed for New Jerusalem, Utopia where his Trinity teammates are most likely located. As he flew faster and faster, his power ring suddenly enveloped him in an aura of green energy while his gauntlets caused a yellow flame-like aura to radiate all about the green aura. Lowering in altitude, The Champion's god-like senses detected some odd chants emerging from New Jerusalem as he approached the city. "Y=MX+B!", the people chanted repeatedly. Focusing his eyes on the citizens below, Alceus was shocked to see violent rioting. Cars were crashing as smoke escaped into the air, continuously polluting it. "What the hell is happening here? And what is that equation they keep chanting?", a shocked Alceus asked himself just above a whisper. Descending from the sky and gently landing on a sidewalk, the Son of Olympus was almost instantly attacked by an angry crowd of civilians. They threw everything they could get their hands on. Rocks, paper balls, trashcans, pipes, shoes, everything. "This is the same thing that happened in Portugal.. except this is the first time I'm hearing that weird chant", Alceus realized, as the projectiles harmlessly bounced off of him. Then suddenly, in a heartbeat, Alceus detected several powerful energy-signatures nearby. The first one was however, fading away at a rather fast pace. He recognized that energy-signature! "!", quickly taking off at blinding speeds, Alceus reached another section of the city and shockingly found an unconscious Julius on the ground while a powerful-looking being stood above his fallen comrade. "Mercury!", The Champion shouted, but his teammate offered no response. With no other option, Alceus decided to engage his teammate's attacker in combat. It would be an excellent way to test his ring's power. Quickly shooting a gigantic green energy-fist at Mercury's enemy from his power ring, Alceus was ready to avenge his fallen comrade. "Who is that guy?", a curious Alceus wondered.

As John walked through the city, the heir of breath looked around, calmly making his way through the ruins, though he flinched when a loud explosion ripped through part of it. This was followed by the presence of a large Merkava main battle tank, driven by a crew of maddened Utopians. The tank fired off it's first shell, impacting the teenager at several times the speed of sound, but the shell glanced off of his miraculous divine steel armor, the force being absorbed by the vibranium in the alloy; though not perfectly.

Turning around to the offending tank, John shrugged off a hellstorm of bullets from it's multiple machine guns and charged the tank. Before the loader could get off another shot, John was already upon the vehicle and punched a gauntleted fist through the chassis of the vehicle, going through the chobhamm armor as if it were wet tissue paper before forcing another hand in. With an clockwork assisted tug in opposite directions, John rapidly tore the tank open, metal, ceramics, kevlar, and plastics all giving way under the incredible force he exerted.

The crew of the vehicle shot their pistols at him, howling forth maddened praises to the leader of China, but John wasn't terribly impressed. With a single massive gust of wind, he threw them backwards with enough force to render them into unconsciousness, if at the price of a few broken bones. Turning around, John continued on his path, taking out the Warhammer of Richard and clutching it in one hand as he strode forth in the devastated city.

But as he rounded a corner, a series of power armor equipped Utopian soldiers turned their attention towards him, lowering forth energy rifles and chanting "Y=MX+B!". But no sooner had they fired had John brought out his shield and began to charge forth, the energy blasts reflecting off of his shield at perfect thirty degree angles. Were he so inclined, he could have angled his shield to reflect the shots back, but right now "It's hammertime!" John shouted, showing off his nerd credentials as he was upon the power armor equipped soldiers.

With a left swing of the hammer, he created a massive series of thunderclaps as the holy hammer discharged it's built up energies into the troopers, crumpling up their armor like so much aluminum foil before the combined force of the energy discharge and the actual physical impact of the hammer itself. Soldiers equipped in modern power armor, white as the sands of a beach, went flying like matchsticks before the first impact.

A second soldier tried to bring forth a rifle butt on John, but he simply brought forth his shield and parried the blow before forcing himself forward in a colossal shield bash that sent the unfortunate power armor equipped trooper flying head over heels. Turning to another one; this one equipped in armor heavy enough to be considered a hulkbuster with armament to match, John brought forth his hammer to smash into the incoming power fist of the heavybuster trooper.

When the hammer met the power fist, two dreadful storms of energy collided, there was for perhaps a brief moment, observable only in the quantum scale of things; some measure of parity between the two weapons, but the Warhammer almost immediately overpowered the power fist; whose energy field collapsed under the strain of impact with the artifact, leaving the hammer free to smash into the metal itself. The power fist scrunched up and folded like an accordion with the most horrible groaning sound filling the air as metal was brought to it's breaking point and beyond.

Alarmed, the Heavy buster tried to bring forth it's other arm's wrist laser but John brought forth his shield, letting the crimson beam reflect off the shield of the last paladin, after which the teenaged saint redirected the beam right into the emitter of the laser, overloading it with explosive results; creating another cacaphonic boom as the heavy buster's other arm was rendered useless. Backing away to get some space, John was impacted by the missile of a lighter assault suit right in the back, briefly disappearing in the fireball.

But soon John stood back up, the shield generated by his Halo briefly visible as a transluscent white bubble around him. As the shield flickered back into nonexistence, John turned around and waited for the assault suit to fire off another missile, which John ducked beneath, sending it right into the heavy buster and causing the enormous suit of power armor to erupt in a fireball and a deafening explosion. The assault suit attempted to bring forth it's heavy machine guns to bear, but it never got that chance; as John created a supersonic mini-tornado near the remaining power armor troopers.

The blue streaks of rushing air swirled around into a funnel that howled into the air as it picked up speed before it started to lift up and grab the power armor troopers like toys. Spinning them around and around the winds began to rend their armor and bodies with terrific force, metal stripped and peeled away before the onslaught of the wind, flesh was ripped asunder, bones snapped like twigs, circuits were shorn from wires like a cheap kite in a stiff breeze.

Releasing the effects of the miniature tornado; the sounds of countless small objects made of organic and metallic substances hitting the ground with a series of clangs and thuds were audible for a brief while before John continued on his path. As he went on, he saw a green glow in the distance...curious, John took off into the air, his clockwork wings flapping rapidly while a gust of manipulated wind picked him up and allowed him to soar through the skies.

What he found surprised him...it was Alceus, the Olympian Champion who helped him save the Universe from the Black Hand's catalyst device in Sarajevo just a few days ago, he was green and generating some form of glowing green fist from a ring...Though some wouldn't know what it was, John immediately recognized and more or less nerdgasmed on the spot. "Oh my gosh a green lantern! Jeez Alceus you went and became a green lantern and never told me!?!" He said somewhat playfully before realizing that the situation was serious and had to be treated as such.

He turned to see someone he remembered a file identifying as mercury at the mercy of some large and powerful looking entity whom Alceus was attacking. "Oh I guess it's fighting time!" John said perkily, smiling under his helmet as he allowed a glow to coalesce in his clenched right fist, pointing his hammer at the foe before unleashing the stored up incadescent sunlike energy stored up in his mailed hand in the form of a two foot wide sunbeam with the power and intensity of all the sunlight the continent of australia receives over the course of a day, enough to power a fair sized country for a while, or fry a bad guy.

My name is Emerald; I was born on the planet Earth, and raised on the Planet Xiox. I was drafted into the elite core known as the Cortega Force at such a young age. Now I’m a half and half member of the Trinity as I try to find out about my father; he was an infamous Green Lantern, named Renegade Lantern. I have taken his spot as 

EMERALD CANARY!

Explosions rang out all over the city, despite the chaos ensuing around her, Emerald managed to keep her focus on what was important. “Noah…Wake up” she said nudging him; he was bleeding out something that brought a terrible pain to her stomach because she knew that if she didn’t stop it, he’d die. “Grrr” Emerald grunted placing her middle and index fingers on his wound applying a strong amount of pressure on his wound.  She pressed so hard with her fingers that they began to turn purple, finally, her efforts paid off as the bleeding stopped. Wiping her forehead she sat up erect on her knee’s wiping the signs of frustration from her forehead. Glancing back down at her downed ally, she saw something that brought a smile to her face; his eyes. “I thought we almost lost you” Emerald said slowly pulling Noah to a sturdy hallway in the middle of the threshold.  “I’ll reinforce these pillars with my Ring, when you get strong enough to do so…run” Emerald said, shooting her ring at the pillars.

As she did this, a huge wave of pure energy burned through where they had previous come from. The whole left quarter of the building fell to the ground, sending a thick atmospheric gas cloud into air. “I think things just got worse” Emerald said, taking flight to see multiple disturbances around the city.  “Ring scan area for life-forms” Emerald said, trying to figure out about how many sane people were in the area.

Four allies and four enemies detected

The Ring responded back quickly, giving her a gauge over what the situation looked like. The once tall and vibrant New Jerusalem sky-line was now flattened; there was nothing that stood taller than a few homes. “They…destroyed everything…”Emerald said, watching as people; were still patrolling the streets chanting “Y=mX+B”. It didn’t take her long to, figure out who hit the building she and Noah were taking a safe haven in. “Is…that…Editman?” Emerald asked herself, as the Unidentified Flying Vessel, soared around with its rocket creating a sonic scream. “Since when is Editman, Edit-woman?”  Emerald said, hovering trying to gain some sort of Intel on the mechanized woman.

Lethal Force, Authorized.

The ring chimed in, alerting Emerald to the possible danger ahead. Flying enroute she attempted to bring the Editman down. “Freeze Editman, you are in violation of article 15, section 6” Emerald said, pushing her ring out forward unleashing a huge emerald bulldozer. Despite having the clearance, Lethal Force wasn’t what she wanted to use. Lethal Force Authorized. The Ring spat again, starting to irritate Emerald. “If you don’t shut up, I’m going to switch to my power cell” Emerald snapped, trying to keep focus on “Editman.”

Maya Lopez. Located

“Whoa.” She said, trying to pull up a map of her location, but first she had to deal with Editman.

Few days ago...

 
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE!” Nova said flaring up at the sight of Y intercept.

“Calm down firefly” Y said leaning on the cave wall. “I’m sure you heard about your little friend”. Nova had heard about Ziccarra and as much as it saddened her, there was nothing she could do about it.  

“Yeah what’s it to you?” Nova said not daring to remove her eyes from Y.  “You know, she could’ve been helped, Mr. Mercury and Emerald Canary were present…she didn’t have to go out that way” Y instigated trying to draw that irrational rage out of Nova. “I just want to leave it at this…If you want help getting revenge on for your BEST friend, Then for this one time only I’m extending my hand” Y said disappearing into the night.

Now...

That scene kept playing over and over in Stephanie’s mind. With chaos still ‘resting’ from her battle with Overkill, she still had to deal with the demon that would attempt to take over from time to time. It took an abundant amount of energy just to stay focused as herself.

“Revenge…” The demon hissed, taking over for a moment,  slowly pulled out a small ring from her back pocket, the indigo lantern ring that Renegade Lantern gave her all those years ago, the last time she saw him alive…

Closing her eyes she let out a grunt as she regained control of herself yet again. “Compassion…” she grit her teeth, tears running down her eyes, she never got a chance to mourn for her dear friend, holding all that inside her she began to sob in the cave she hid in. Her two closets friends were gone… Angelic Reaper and now Ziccarra… she loved them both like sisters and now…

Her tears stained the dirt floor as she held the ring close to her, she didn’t know what to do. “Someone has to pay…” her eyes began to glow with chaos and hellfire, the powers of both beginning to corrupt Nova's mind. “Ziccarra… I will make them pay… they will all regret the day they were born.” she whispered as the once bright and pure indigo ring, began to give off an almost black energy, the taint of chaos and the demon slowly pushing its powers into it. Her compassion towards her two sister’s death caused the once ring that stood for compassion to turn into something that now yearned for revenge.

Standing up she slipped the ring on as it gave off a dark spark of purple energy. Walking out to the mouth of the cave she was hiding in, she felt it… The powers of the other lantern rings where upon the Earth, whatever Y Intercept was doing… it was massive. Focusing on the energy her eyes narrowed, it was as if her ring was speaking to her, knowing exactly where to go. Erupting in her chaotic hellfire flames her body rose from the ground and shot into the skies, leaving a streak of hellfire behind her.

Coming in at the speed of sound she came in full force to the middle of New Jerusalem, chaos was everywhere, people chanting “Y=MX+B”, burning churches, temples, anything that resembled religion was being destroyed and people where murdering freely. “Y” she whispered, she was the cause of all this chaos, but she wasn’t here for that, not to save the world, she could careless about that right now, now she was here for one thing and one thing only…revenge.

Landing forcefully in the middle of the chaos that is going on around them, the earth trembled as her fire exploded from her body. Slightly crouched over she let out a blood lust roar. “TRINITY!” Her eyes filled with anger, pain and revenge. “IT’S TIME TO PAY FOR WHAT YOU DID TO ZICCARRA!” her head whipped around as her eyes wondered around in the madness, trying to focus in on one person.

They focused on a swordsman who had just entered the battle, fresh and full of energy, right for the picking. “YOU!” she chose her first victim. “YOU WILL PAY!” she yelled out, her corrupted indigo ring giving off a dull glow. Throwing her right hand forward as if she was throwing a baseball, a ball of hellfire rushed towards the man, whizzing through the air, her way of calling the young man out.

En route to New Jerusalem.

{Sir, I must inform you that, Emerald Canary has engaged Paige} Jeeves explained, trying to get Sean to hasten.

“Can you sense that Jeeves? It’s the feeling of widespread terror; people all over the world immune to this, infection.” He said, watching his television set positioned just inside his helmet. Watching, he could see that whoever was holding the camera had been overtaken. “What would instantly make the world go crazy?” Sean said, rerouting the power from his cannons to his flight thrusters.

Maximum thruster output.

{Sir, I do fear what would happen to Mrs. Price if she gets out of hand} Jeeves said, actually sounding worried. “Worst case scenario, that suit she’s wearing will be destroyed.” Sean said, clearly only worried about his Editman. {I take it you don’t care for Miss Price?} Jeeves asked, as if he were disappointed. “No.” Sean responded abruptly. {Very Well, I just want you to know that, I don’t work for you…I work for Miss Price, so as of right now I quit!} The angry computer program quickly shut down all, the functions he governed; this left the rest of the flight a long and lonely one for Sean.

“I bet he took the porn…” Sean said, watching as the cerulean ocean rested tranquilly under him. “I never realized how much of a lonely ride this is, without Jeeves” Sean admitted; however he knew getting to Utopia was the main objective for right now. “DAMN, this is a long ass journey now I can sympathize with Goku”

{Sustained flight at 1,000 ft…Mediterranean Sea ahead}

The suit’s auto-response system, turned on automatically. Truth be told, it was the reason he installed Jeeves in the first place. “This annoying piece of junk” Sean thought to himself, as his suit cut through the vapors he finally saw what was happening in Europe.  Smoke stacks billowed throughout all the cities on the coast; Y Intercept had achieved worldwide panic on a scale like no other.

“The more people that are killed, helps Y; but also the more people that fall under her spell is beneficial also. She’s managing to render the world completely helpless” Sean thought speeding even more viscously to New Jerusalem.

He closed his eyes for a brief moment, and in that moment he saw it, it was so beautiful. Its Blond glow attracted him in ways no woman had ever. “Yes…this is what I need” Sean said, definitively; the moment he opened his eyes he saw it resting on the Editman’s finger. “I’ve harness the power of the Yellow light spectrum!”  He screamed with yellow flares bursting from his suit’s eye slits.

{Now entering New Jerusalem, rerouting energy back to the primary weapon}

He could feel them, they were all over the place; spotting Paige was the easiest her thermal energy signatures blended with his. Emerald’s was easy to spot as well as, it was right next to Paige. He couldn’t identify the other signatures, most likely due to the fact that he never came into contact with him.

“Urk” his body halted; he found her he had been scouring the whole United States for her, but he finally found her.

Months ago

“I received my thermal energy powers when S.H.A; Ziccarra Liafador landed on Earth many years ago. Although, I was given powers just like everyone else who eventually became known as “S.H.A’s.” I took my powers, joined the military and stayed in for one tour. That was long enough for me to make Sargent but one person can only put up with the B.S for so long.”

He hated speaking to therapist; they made him feel like he was losing his damn mind. [ I mean just look at him; sitting in his little chair penciling down my every thought”} He continued looking for an exit strategy while still carrying a conversation on with the shrink. “What is your power?” the bald headed man boldly asked trying to get more info down to document. Sean glanced up and immediately saw a way out. Stepping in the middle of the floor; he turned his palm upward towards the sprinkler system. “Well doc many people think that I’m just a man in a suit, however I can do this!!!” Sean screamed firing his stored thermal energies into the air just high enough to trigger the sprinkler. Water quickly rained down into the office complex causing everything to be drenched in water. “So same time next week?” he said with a sarcastic grin.

Restoration at 70%

“Sean… ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR F**KIN MIND?” [Is that rhetorical?] He thought once again strapping himself down in the ready spot for Editman. “No my –ex dear, what I am doing is returning to action”. In the middle of his rebuttal, the Editman protocol began. Paige stood in awe as the adroitly constructed suit molded its self to Sean’s bust. “See aren’t I even more desirable in Uniform?” he said teasingly. “Sean you’re going to kill yourself.” Paige responded this time with her hands on her hips.

Restoration at 95%

“Good enough” he said completely ignoring her; pushing a button on the inside of his suit he activated Jeeves. “Wake up boo-boo” he whispered jokingly. “Daddies back” Sean started but before he finished his sentence the computer finished it for him. “I suppose this time will be different than the rest sir?” “Smart ass. Find me Feral Nova” Sean said angrily; “We have unfinished business”.

 Sean snapped from his flash back, despite his calm demeanor he was torrid on the inside. “You fire crotch, you stole 8 months of my LIFE!” Sean screamed, locking on to Feral Nova and firing his primary weapon again. {Repulsar Cannon at 150%; expect backlash)

The light flickered for a moment, it was beautiful and widespread, and finally everything in his direct path was incinerated by the New Sinestro Editman. “FERAL…NOVA we got unfinished business” he said, appearing through the blanketing smoke with his Editman suit burning in a yellow rim.

“Flee and I won’t kill you “Captain Trojan urged the crouching women before him. He towered over her with electricity skipping across his clenched fist, ready to dish the final blow. Celine Croisseux’s body quivered, but she kept the bitch glare on face. “You say that. Like you have a choice. You don’t” She smirked at Trojan, catching her breath, to add more injury to her insult.

“Idiot!” Captain Trojan rushed her and slammed his electric fist into her face. Spark sounds clapped through the street and Celine sailed across Derech Gaza Boulevard, dropping into the crowd of zombies Tileso was fighting. They smelled her liveliness and grabbed at her body. She gripped her Desert Eagles and popped off the rounds. Fire orange sparks lit up the brainwashed citizen’s faces as her bullets burned through their skulls. “SUBMIT! DIE! OBEY!” The zombies chanted with odd synchronicity. Celine groaned with the tediousness of shooting the endless horde and kipped up on her boot heels. She peeled forward and her slender frame bulldozed clean through the chanting zombies, sending bodies flying into the air. She emerged from the throng like an Amazonian Queen and Captian Trojan‘s face contorted into shock. “…You’ve been holding back!?” He growled taking stance.

Celine slinked forward and slowly smacked her fist into her palm. An electric charge sparked in her hands and she stopped in front of Captain Trojan. “Haven Jafari, you’re under arrest.” She was fast. Her fist crashed into his mouth before he could utter a word. What Finesse lacked in power she tripled in experience. When she sapped his power she took a glimpse into his head and learned he was an Xechellum mutate. His power was prepubescent along with his knowledge of it: Flight, Cosmic energy projection, Electricity manipulation, Super Strength. Teleportation, and Omega Beams. Celine borrowed it all from him.

She pulled out a power dampener, cuffed it around Captain Trojan's wrist then called over Tileso. Mercury was nowhere to be seen and Celine knew Tileso could easily track him. Moments after she called Tileso, he was running up to her with superficial scratches across his face and arms. “Can you zero in on Mercury’s location? I can teleport us.” When she asked the question Tileso’s nose twitched and he peered up. “Not far. He’s on that rooftop...something’s wrong.” Celine comm-linked her covert support and briefed them on her assignment completion, but stated there were loose ends. With a chopper on the way, Celine touched Tileso and the cuffed and defeated Captain Trojan to teleport them to investigate Mercury's location.

When Celine teleported Tileso and Trojan onto the rooftop, two heroes were fighting off Derekken; while Mercury was out cold on his stomach with blood tricking from his nose. "Damnit!" Celine heard Tileso utter under his breath. He rushed to his younger cousins side to check his vitals. Watching the agency-documented heroes Olympian Champion and Lord Jonathan fight Derekken, Celine ran across one detail that changed the landscape of the situation. Another detail she picked out from Trojan's mind was the surprise he felt when his men suddenly fell from his control. With that, Celine came to the conclusion this wasn't about Derekken and Trojan fighting among each other. This was an entirely different conflict. But who was pulling the strings?

"No one can take me down!" Derekken roared at the top of his lungs as a powerful burst of pure energy emanated from his large frame.Olympian Champion and Lord Jonathan fended off his colossal attack, while Derekken beelined for his two new opponents. Celine attacked on instinct and shot a web of electric energy from her finger tips. Derekken countered this with snap splash of water pouring down her body. Celine's body painfully convulsed and she collapsed to the floor, trying to regain control of her body. Tileso took note of Derekken's water power and snatched out his serrated-edge gold daggers then lunged forward to defend his cousin the old fashioned way. Letting his superhuman strength and senses take the reigns, Tileso pounced on Derekken. The Ninjan invader took Tileso's momentum and they tumbled across the rooftop and Tileso managed to jab one of his daggers deep into Derekken's bicep. Derekken's eyes leered neon red and Tileso's sensed his attack angered him more than harmed him.

"I've had enough of this!" Derekken declared. Water frothed from his hands and Tileso pushed down on Derekken's wet palms with all his strength. Derekken manged to quickly slip one of his hands from under Tileso's and blasted him in the face with an onslaught of energy. As Tileso was blasted from Derekken's reach, he caught glimpse of the electric brown-skinned women staggering to her feet. "I'll kill all of you!" Derreken yelled as he zeroed in on an adrenaline rush. "Surrender!" Lord Jonathan humorously shouted, dropping out the red sky with the Olympian Champion. Captain Trojan's belligerent laugh cut the tension as he slumped forward against the low ledge. Derekken snapped his direction. "Arrogant bastard..." He murmured. "Haha..where's Mercury?" Captain Trojan laughed.

The droning sound Derekken heard sounded like a charging ray gun. To Derekken's left, a calm but intense voice spoke in his ear"You don't know where Maya is" A smirk crept on Mercury's face as he dug his Emerald Katana deeper into Derekken's back."So I can finally kill you" Mercury pushed his hilt forward and the blade pierced through his aged heart. Blood sprayed from his torso as the Emerald blade poked out his broad chest. He vomited blood and Mercury slid the blade from his body, letting a stronger flow of blood spray from his chest as Derekken fell limp to the floor.

Death was in Mercury's eyes when he scanned the shocked audience before him. "This is Y-Intercept's plot...she took Maya." He strode over Derekken's dead body like a doormat and pressed his finger in his ear. He could still hear the dark mantra in his head from his slumber. "Trinity. Y=mx+b. Submit.Die.Obey.Y-Intercept equals....murder...?" It was an math equation he knew was in no way associated with slope-intercepts. "This is Y-Intercept's scheme, the tone fits.."

"I've learned." Mercury's Emerald Katana faded from sight as his blue-brown eyes met with every person standing before him. "Crisis like these always turn into wars. And in war we move swiftly. You can be a good Samaritan and try to help those brain dead people down there, but it's a pointless battle" Mercury looked over the roof ledge at the mindless citizens below. "Or you can help me snuff out that Chinese succubus whore. What's it gonna be?" Mercury's message was spoken to the gifted before him and broadcast to his scattered Trinity teammates. Regardless of his support, Mercury was going after Y-Intercept.

John watched as Derekken fell, he was hoping that he would surrender, but John had fought enough villains to know that very few of them ever did, and those who did almost always took advantage of the mercy offered them the moment they had the chance. Descending from the air, John watched the emerald sword break through his body as the seemingly downed Mercury stood back up and impaled the Ninjan with the power of his ring.

His booted feet touched the ground, metal softly clanking while springs absorbed the minimal shock, his clockwork armor's gears whirring as he buckled slightly. A bit of steam hissed out of his suit's exhaust valves to release the power his armor's furnaces generated. Looking around the crowd, John spotted a menagerie of new faces. Some heroes, some anti-heroes, and some villains. All known to the Order of the Talon, which kept close tabs on the world's meta-human, sapient robot, and alien population.

He heard Mercury's deduction of the schemer behind this, something he had already known from his visions, but still, it was nice to know that others could figure out the real enemy here. The Talon already had some elements in China looking for the leader of cathay to assassinate her, but with little success. It seemed that she had already left china, as they could not locate her in any of her expected hiding places in the middle kingdom.

She was a canny opponent to be sure, she must have realized that staying where she would be expected would be a big fat invitation for the biggest and most powerful immunes to come barging down her door and filling her with more holes than swiss cheese. Enemies with that level of sense were always the most dangerous sort.

"I've learned.Crisis like these always turn into wars. And in war we move swiftly. You can be a good Samaritan and try to help those brain dead people down there, but it's a pointless battle Or you can help me snuff out that Chinese succubus whore. What's it gonna be?" Mercury said bluntly, giving a cursory glance to the maddened people below, already a Talon crusader crawler and it's accompanying cell was approaching the city and hussar trikes could be seen bathing the crowds with napalm while other fast attack elements swept through. Watching somebody be burned alive was never pleasant so John looked away and tried to shut out the screams of the burning.

"Don't bother looking for her in China...the Order can't find her there...and if she were smart, she probably wouldn't stay in her homeland since everybody would expect her to be there. She's probably flown the coop to some place far away, some place easily defended. And if I know crises like this...it's that they tend to have a habit of all leading to America, especially the coasts, and especially New York City." John said, recalling the fact that the big apple seemed to be a massive trouble magnet, almost as if someone had put a giant neon red sign over the city that said "VILLAINS ATTACK HERE!" While a giant arrow pointed down at it.

The mental image made John chuckle a little but he snapped himself back into focus with a shake of his head. "But yeah, the big apple is like "evil take over the world plot central." Villains love to try and upstage one another so I'd put my money on her being somewhere there to try and overshadow other take over the world plots centered there." John went on, shuffling on his feet a little as he put away his hammer and shield.

"So...any of you think it's worth investigating?" The Genre savvy teenager said, smiling under his helmet while his clockwork wings folded behind him with the hiss of steam and the whirring of gears filling the air. He brimmed with confidence, this was going to be one hell of an adventure...but he was forced out of his moment of intense heroism by the sound of a Land Cataphract's six 1000mm steam cannons blowing several city blocks worth of corrupted people to kingdom come, vivid orange fireballs rising into the air while deafening booms split the eardrums and the ground shook from the impact of shells heavier than a fully loaded semitruck flying at hypersonic speeds.

Sublety...was not the Militant section of the Order's strong suit...

The battle with Derekken grew intense with every passing second. He was quite the powerful being, "These Ninjans are powerful. It's almost like fighting Hercules, only faster and deadlier", The Champion's thoughts were sincere and quite accurate. Young Jonathan's surprising arrival however, tilted the battle more into mighty Alceus' favor. "It's that boy! The one who fought beside you not too long ago", Athena exclaimed, pointing out the obvious. Remaining silent, Alceus knew there was little time for idle banter, concentrating on the battle at hand was far more important. The resourceful youth was understandably surprised upon spotting the glowing green ring on The Champion's finger. "John? Hey. I'll tell you everything after this battle", Alceus' response was brief and to the point. The two quickly engaged Derekken in a raging battle, however, it did not last as long as the Son of Olympus originally anticipated. The arrival of an unknown brown-skinned woman brought in more questions and as Derekken launched yet another devastating attack, forcing Alceus to temporarily take to the skies in order to evade it, the battle came to a shocking close. Descending from the blood red sky with his good friend Jonathan, Alceus raised a brow in shock as he witnessed Derekken vomiting blood. Upon closer inspection with his god-like eyes, The Champion was truly taken by surprise as he gently landed on the rooftop.

"He's up and well", Alceus murmured, referring to a conscious Mercury, his Trinity teammate who was initially unconscious and at the mercy of nefarious Derekken. However, during the heat of the battle, it seems as though he managed to regain consciousness and muster the strength to stab an unsuspecting Derekken through the back with a miraculously sharp blade. "Mercury, good to see that you're fine. At least fine enough to stab Derekken", Alceus said, addressing Mercury as he crossed his arms. His recently acquired green power ring was quite useful, it fed him on information about the planet Ninjeta the second before powerful Alceus and Derekken clashed. Silent but observant, Alceus noticed the odd look in his teammate's eyes, something atrocious must have happened to have driven him to the point of murdering Derekken in such a brutal manner. "This is Y-Intercept's plot...she took Maya", Mercury mumbled, walking over the fallen Derekken's body. "!", Mercury's statement took Alceus by surprise, he wasn't very familiar with Y-Intercept but he still had some knowledge of her, although it was sadly little. More importantly however, he knew of Maya. He has met her before and they've spoken, although briefly. She was Mercury's girlfriend, a woman who his teammate holds dear to his heart. "So Maya was taken. This can't be good. I can understand his pain now", Alceus thought, not taking his eyes off Mercury. The Champion patiently listened to his teammate, "I've learned", Mercury uttered, the emerald katana he had used to take Derekken's life vanishing as he spoke. "Crisis like these always turn into wars. And in war we move swiftly. You can be a good Samaritan and try to help those brain dead people down there, but it's a pointless battle", Mercury's words made the entire situation much clearer to Alceus.

So the chanting civilians on the streets, they were being under the control of another. "From what he has said, Alceus, I can deduce that Y-Intercept is to blame for all of this chaos that has poisoned the world so heavily", wise Athena mentioned, once again popping into the Olympian Champion's mind, sharing her thoughts. "I managed to figure that out as well. So we have to confront her", Alceus replied, however, Athena offered no response because the answer to that was painfully obvious. Mercury continued as he looked over the roof's ledge, "Or you can help me snuff out that Chinese succubus whore. What's it gonna be?", the hunger for vengeance and the determination to save his loved ones were clearly eating away at Mercury. Alceus has never seen Julius so driven before, then again, they've nearly spent much time together. Having already made his decision prior to Mercury's conclusion, Alceus calmly answered his teammate's questions. "I'll help you find Y-Intercept. If she's behind all of this, there's nothing more important than finding her", The Champion replied, his confidence never wavering in dire times. Then suddenly, in the blink of an eye, the brainless citizens below were being burned to ashes by Talon weapons. The helpless screams and shrieks of pain and suffering were a lot to endure, but Alceus would have to resist. Wasting any time in searching for Y-Intercept would be foolish. Always the thinker, Jonathan offered his own opinions, stating that searching for the villain in China would be pointless, and offering plausible reasons to support his statements. Suggesting that searching for Y-Intercept elsewhere was more reasonable, Jonathan was then open to any other suggestions. "Like I said before, looking for Y-Intercept is all that matters. Mercury can search for her in China while John and I check all of North America for her", Alceus said, offering his own advice to the situation.

{Mrs. Price, I do hope you will snap out of this programming} Jeeves said, speaking idol to the mindless Paige. Paige saved this version of the Editman, from destruction it was supposed to be a gift to Edit boy; however he disappeared, she decided to keep it a secret encase she ever needed it. New Jerusalem had been destroyed to the point, where nothing was left standing; the Capital of Utopia was left in shambles.

{Ms. Price, you attacked two Trinity members, just previously, I recommended you call of your attack before, they strike back} Jeeves said, trying to manually override Paige’s vessel. {I knew, I should’ve took that offer to navigate the gundam} Jeeves remarked, clearly frustrated. 

[Apex technology spotted]

This briefly returned Paige to Normal, turning around in her WO-manned machine; she saw a gold and red “rocket” descending from the heavens. {Mr.Smith….} Jeeves said. “Sean…” Paige said with a hint of will-power.  As she fought from her encased mind, a powerful sound wave smashed into her vessel, sending her spiraling into the open air. {Damnit} Jeeves screamed, hearing that Paige snapped out of it.

“No one can damage Y” Paige said, with her eyes turning blood red. Regaining control over the vessel, she sustained flight and activated her secondary weapon. [m2, 50, cal.] No sooner than Paige recovered, from the sonic attack, the mighty power of the Green Lantern Emerald knocked her from the sky.

Paige fell to the ground, and then skidded to a stop causing a cataclysm of metal and other debris.  Through the smokescreen, her thermal powered core still shined bright. “Impressive…” Paige responded, as if she were poessed by another.

“Look at this glorious portrait of a once corrupted world” she said, landing before Emerald.  As she stood facing the Emerald beauty, many of the humans who had the “The Equation” came to her side. “I’ve poisoned the world, with my essence; I can speak through anyone, any being.” It was clear to Jeeves that this was not Paige, recanting what he said earlier; he closed down his program and returned to Sean.

“Attack…” Paige said, causing the hordes upon hordes of people to take off, towards Emerald. While this was happening Paige pulled her right arm up towards Canary and the crowd.  “Their deaths will be on your hands”

Firing both her repulsars rays in the air; the thermal energy sky rocketed into the air but, then soon broke apart as if it were a fourth of July light show. The energy began to violently rain down upon New Jerusalem, sending huge chunks of dust and debris into the air.

“All is one world, one world ruled by me” the Y corrupted Paige said, floating away. “The final battle is neigh, I cannot be late” her words were meant to leave a feeling of worry to those who heard it. Just as fast as she arrived, she disappeared.

She stood in her Lycra clad uniform; the halls of her cathedral were completely eclipsed in darkness.  The only present sound dwelling within the chambers was the sound of the druids, slowly they chanted a black magic spell one that rendered Y’s helpless “fawn” in a demonic trance.  The fragrance of sex filled the sanctuary, through Y’s sacrifice the Snake Charmer began to play his flute for the final moments.  As Y stalked the alter dressed in all red Lycra, the snake charmer missed a note; something he usually didn’t do this caused Y to stop in the middle of the isle. “Legion, it’s nice of you to join us.” Y said, not even looking up at him.

He spoke through the snake charmer, sounding as if he were seven people in one. “I’m here to represent your faaaatthhher”. “I know he’s at his weakest, on Earth” she said, smiling. “Can you not hear it, the death of religion…and the birth of a new one” she said, smiling taking Legion in arms as she walked to the Virgin.

The “Deacons” who were dressed in brown cloaks tied the young women to a crucifix, the time had drawn near. Y would accept her life of immortality, in doing so plague the world for all eternity. The thin borders between hell and humanity would no longer exist; people were destined to praise Y until they died. “Whaaaats theee poooint, off, leaaadinggg zommmbies?” Legion asked, “Giving Y away to the alter.”

“That’s just to rid myself of the Trinity, when evil wins… they will realize what they’ve done.” Y said, walking from the steps over to the girl whom was tied to the crucifix. Legion left the Snake Charmer’s body and entered one of the druids on stage. “Alistair” Y called out to him, the Snake Charmer ran to the base of the alter swiftly to receive his mission. 

“The Ninjan King Derekken has been killed; you are now the King of the Ninjans”. She said to him, rubbing him on his head. Y knew who the snake charmer was long before anyone of her generals; He was the last child of Ziccarra Liafador and Jean Lebeau. “I want you to make haste, and leave New York it is no longer safe. Seek out my daughter Simone, the moment you make contact with her my spell over her will subside.”

Alistair nodded and vanished within the darkness of the satanic cathedral. Y turned her attention back to the young lady tied to the crucifix.  “It is from the bowels of hell, that I release my energy upon you! As a herald of the Yellow power ring; I accept my immortality!” Y said, cutting her own wrist and wiping her blood on the head of the virgin. “And when I perish the meek shall inherit the Earth”. Y said, winking at Legion.

The druids chanted louder and louder, finally Y took a torch to the crucifix and burned the young women at the altar.  Y’s body began to convulse violently, foam began to appear at the mouth and her eyes rolled to the back of her head. Images of the Old Testament began implanting in her cerebrum, instilling her with everlasting knowledge about good and evil.

However, it didn’t just instill her about the negatives to the Judeo-Christian believes, she now gained knowledge of the titans who once dwelled on mount Olympus. She gained knowledge of the gods of apokolips, the source wall, Sha of Infinite Forevers and the Guardians of Oa. She knew of them all.

The now immortal Y rose to her feet presenting her Yellow Ring to her dark congregation.  “They’re coming.” She said, with a sinister smirk

"A promise made is a promise kept". That is what my father used to say. I never really knew what he meant by that, and I ask him still to this day what it is that he meant exactly. But he always just says "You'll find out...Wisdom comes with age" I swear sometimes dad is just an old Buddhist monk reincarnated to make me frustrated. Half heatedly, I'm thankful for it, because it, my fathers way with words were always made from his tongue to keep me on my toes. As so it goes with an American Literature Professor as the head of the household, hence the name Atticus. My mother on the other hand was the yin to my fathers' yang. Growing up in Harlem New York, she had aspirations to become a singer, and for a time she was that. She used to sing and waitress in random hole in the wall clubs that would allow her to take the stage. I remember her singing me to sleep when I was young, and even sometimes doing it when I was older, just because it was her passion. My favorite song was Angry Angels, a little known song that could put my weary head down in an instant. That lullaby wills surely be passed down to my children...That is if I ever want them. Being an only child is a blessing and a curse, never having to share, and never having someone to share with. Having to keep your secrets secret, never knowing how to fight, or make up. But I attribute my parents to that, making me in their image as a well groomed member of this society...As messed up as it may be. Before I went off to University; UVA: where I would be receiving no pull because of my father, because he was retired...My father told me that I was always my brothers' keeper. Driving from Alexandria, to Charlottesville Virginia gave me and my dad a lot of time to talk. Throughout the silent moments, those words came up time and time again. He kept saying "You are your brothers' keeper" Rambling on about how he reared me to believe in democratic progressiveness. During that time, my mind was really focused on my sick mother, near death, and basically in a coma. She was suffering from brain cancer, and as much as me or my father tried to hide our hurt, the mere mention of Zora (part of the reason my father found her so appealing) our throats would swell, choking back tears. As the campus came into focus, across the vista were blue topped mountains, my father paused, giving stillness to an experience that was surely filled with energy. "Remember that you are your brothers' keeper. Take care of your own, and take care of everyone else"

That was almost two years ago, and my father still lives, while my mother rests in peace. I never got the chance to make it to her funeral, I had class; not priorities. Somehow I was able to smith words enough to my father so that he kept his utter disappointment to himself. Heavy pressure from the guilt I felt crushed my heart. I remember sitting in my major class, poli-sci, and just crying; luckily the class was massive and no one really saw me, the lessons taught that day passed me like my mothers spirit. It was on that day when watching the local news, something I did every day, when I made possibly the worst, or best decision, depending on the day you ask me, I'd ever made.

Growing up the way I did, a bit sheltered, never having experienced true love or heart-ache, I thought I knew exactly what it felt like to loose love. Not that I didn't love my mother, it was just that, it wasn't until I saw the horrified faces of those caught in the rift of power known as Y Intercept that it fell upon me. Metaphorically speaking, I was being crushed, shattered by grief for those people, and I knew the only way to help myself, was to help them. My pocket vibrated, and I answered my phone, my dad calling, telling me he loved me, relief just in time.

And now I've found myself as a junior intern at a high powered law firm specializing in metahuman affairs. They lobbied congress for stricter punishment for those who could jump over oceans and breath the suns fire. Each partner in the firm, Baldwin, Andrews, Dalaney had been touched by the lives of supers and villains alike. It was through their eyes that I began to form my opinions on the world I knew nothing about, and thustly I began to hate them. For no reason at all, every face, no matter how different resonated like a devils song in me. It was told to me that I was to be an assistant paralegal, a fanciful term for grunt who does all the work, on a new case, that was sure to go all high profile. One of the men involved in a terrorist attack a while back on France, even before it was taken over by those lunatics had been captured. Basically it was the same plan, take over all world powers, starting with the most internationally influential. B.A.D, the oxy-moronic nature of the firms name was hilarious, because what we were doing was good. Working for the betterment of all regular people was good, denying special rights to people that could do more than us was good. Putting them all on a ship to god's elsewhere was good.

I'm doing what I was told to do, like I had always done. And the reason I never knew what my father meant was because I never really looked for answers beyond what was given to me. I'm shallow, and I think I'm deep. My intelligence while ample is not wisdom, and I haven't kept anyone. When my father told me that he was disappointed in me for taking on such a case, I couldn't understand why. Rather I wouldn't. And those words came again "you are your brothers' keeper" And like a light bulb being activated by a switch, I got it. It wasn't the case file at all, in fact my father agreed that the man should have been imprisoned for the rest of his life, but what he found so unforgivable on my part is that I'd started to sound like a rebpublican- which all of the members of the law firm I was interning at were. They didn't try to hide it, FOX news was broadcast in part because of their hefty monetary contributions. And that regretful choice I made to take the internship, given to me because of a paper I wrote, in direct contrast to the beliefs I was now upholding. "They were probably betting how impressionable your mind is, and you just let them mold your clay like I haven't taught you better...You are your brother's keeper...But you're also a man now, and you have to make your own decisions" That call from my father struck me like lightning in a dark world.

But what could I do. I couldn't just quit. I knew stories of what happened to others that left the firm, even just as interns. I didn't want anything adverse to happen to me, but I couldn't in all of the tainted good faith I now had continue to be apart of the very statutes I wanted was going to school to fight against. So, I ran, I just didn't show up. Wondering if my presence would be missed, I asked another intern to at least get me some information on how the big three felt about me going missing. Surprised was I, when she told me that they knew exactly why I'd left, and had no quarrels with my decision. Relief fell over me as I now was set free, maybe they weren't as BAD as my father set out to make them, after all, he'd never met them, and I'd spent months with the, which was actually very unlikely. Each one of them, Baldwin, Andrews, and Delaney had filled my head with fluff, of how special I was...As it turns out, too special to let go without retribution.

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This morning I woke up in blindness. Cold and hurting all over. What was wrong with me, I had no clue, but my survival instinct told me to scream, and so I did. The echoes rang throughout the cavernous (or so I thought) setting. The clicking of high heals, a familiar cadence, and then her voice. The blindfold was lifted from my face, and I saw Katherine Andrews. Her face was harsh and wrinkly, beaten by years of smoking and drink. One by one candles lit, giving more light and shedding more fear upon the air. "There there dear...You're not the gingerbread man" And she began to laugh and retook her place among BAD. I didn't bother to ask question, because one by one they talked down to me about how I was never as special as they thought I could be, and how they only wanted me to be with them because of the power I had within me...Of course I had no idea of what they were talking about. And the hypocrisy of it all, how could they want me for my power, when they worked like slaves to ensure people like I was supposed to be were never allowed to use them. From behind, as I sat on the cold dirt, a burlap bag was placed over my head again, shrouding me in darkness. My hands and arms were tied, sprawling my body out. I could feel slits being drawn over my stomach, blood draining from me like a saturated sponge. Petrified that I was being murdered slowly, my ears only allowed words like arise, and beckon ye. Some even sounded idiom latin. My skin felt like it was on fire, and I writhed and struggled to get free, but I couldn't. Life...I felt it leaving me, or was it something else taking over me. I couldn't tell. But it was powerful. Through it all, I knew my father felt my pain, and I knew I had to at leave the world thanking him and my mother for their love. "Atticus Blair...You are your brothers' keeper" I didn't hear those words from external vocal chords, a resonance inside me that told me so.

I couldn't see it, but the air began to thicken with fog and humidity, snuffing out the lanterns light. Without knowing it, my dormant abilities activated. The clouds outside the cave congregated for me, darkening in anger at the notion of their unknown masters imminent death. God clapped, and lightning crawled through tumultuous air, setting me free from my bondage. I pulled the bag from my head and ran as fast as I could, wind carrying me to my salvation. Once out of the mountains, the streets didn't seem familiar, but I had seen it before, because of all of the carnage. Remnants of the Space Needle brought it all to focus. I'd run from turmoil into chaos.

The streets sang with the sounds of misery and terror, people lay helpless as the city began to crumble, every now an then a police man would attempt a brazen attempt at stopping Ginju only to be met with a swift and bloody end. Always ending in a cloud of blood, the camera man now soaked from head to toe with the blood of his fellow citizens. He never tried to run, he was smart for a human is what Ginju thought. As he made his way down the last street he heard the sound of a motorcycle, ignoring it for a moment he soon found that the sound was getting closer. Soon the sound of the motor cycle echoed through the air and he turned to find its rider airborne, trying to place his foot onto Ginju to vault over him. Ginju put his hand out catching the mans foot square in his palm. trying to grab it he was unsuccessful as the man was quite fast leaping over him an screaming to the camera man to run. Which he did not, the man simply took a step back an recorded everything. As Ginju paid attention to the man he wasnt aware of the blast of energy that slammed into him, it was a mid level energy wave that bounced off his shoulder leaving a scorch mark. Looking up to the Rider he glared "This was a new suit..."

As Ginju turned his body towards the Rider he was side lined with a thunderous punch that slammed into his side, a sensation of pain rocketed through his body. His side was now a gaping hole as the punch was meant to do great damage. His eyes wide he looked to the knew comer who asked if he knew him "Not a clue, but you are one dead nobody or will be in a few moments." The hole quickly healed and Ginju looked to both men. One on either side of him he smiled and in a quick motion he brought his arms up an palms facing out launched a wave of energy towards both men before leaping into the air and launching a volley of energy blasts. They weren't incredibly powerful, he wanted to see these men's power. As he landed he was behind the camera man he spoke quickly "Your camera still running?" the man nodded an soon a thud sounded as Ginju swiped his hand flat against his neck decapitating him. "Good don't need you anymore then." Picking up the camera from the ground an placing it at a good angle so that it would capture everything "Cant have this city missing me picking you two apart."

Looking to the Rider his face was emotionless "Your no match for me, so I will make this quick." He was pulling up his sleeves as he did his hands began to glow a bright orange "Did you know that if your body is exposed to high enough temperatures you wont feel your own skin burning and almost melting away. I will give you that mercy, the knowledge that you wont feel a thing." He grabbed a telephone pole and in an instant it was slag his hands reducing it to a pile of melted metal. With one long sprint he was in front of the Rider slashing at him with his hands, his hands flat so that if they made contact they would simply slice through him. As he finsihed his onslaught of attacks to the Rider he flipped backwards clearing the distance and stood in front of Closure. "I dont know who you are, but something tells me I should....but I must end this first. Stay here and don't interfere and after you tell me who you are I will end your life quickly." As he ran back towards the Rider he left a energy wave in his wake launching it towards Closure and hopefully sending the man a good distance away from his fight with the Rider.

It was apparent that the strange man was strong. To react and withstand an offensive tactic Alex gave and only to receive a scorched mark on his shoulder shows something. It shows great strength, but in this case, great danger. The idiot cameraman stood there, with his feet firm to the ground. Was he scared? Perhaps traumatized as his blood drenched body was shaking and he couldn’t let go of the camera. Alex turned to his opponent, his evil eyes piercing through the swordsman, but Alex’s facial expression remained emotionless. That mask of no emotion stood there, even when the man was launched to the side by someone. The rider jumped out of the way when the well dressed villain was launched away. Alex observed the combatant who entered the field; he was of average height, well toned and muscular. Was he part of the team the little girl foretold some time ago? Alex Gray had questions in his head, but his priority was to stop his foe and he was sure that he had gained an ally.

The rider clutched his sword, his motorcycle behind him, his foe in front of him, and his ally on the other side. He was cornered, he was trapped, and he would be a challenge. The vile villain looked towards the cameraman and decapitated him with a fluid motion; he took the camera and placed it on some rubble. This was all a game to him, a joke. Alex was determined to wipe that smirk off his face. The suited desperado had launched himself into the air and sent a barrage of blasts at the duo. Taking the blade, Alex blocked one shot and absorbed its moving energy and redirected it with a few blue shots of his own in order to negate the attack. One had come at point blank range towards him and by transferring his energy to the sword, Alex cut the blast in two which evaded his body, but scraped both his arms leaving irritating red marks across the side of his biceps. At an instant, the man had rushed towards him with glowing hands. His motions were to slice the swordsman apart, but Alex was quick on his feet using his sword, he would block the attacks swiftly, Marcus was right, this thing was indestructible. Although the weapon was, Alex wasn’t as he was careless and his foe sliced his shirt open before falling back towards his ally. The rider could feel the heat being released near his skin, he had to be careful with this guy as he had strange abilities.

It was there that Alex tilted his head up to see the man charge towards him again. The swordsman was ready this time. He coated his body as well as his sword with blue energy and charged at his foe with great speed. Kinetic energy is energy in motion, Alex used it well and he would use it to him advantage. As he was charging, the swordsman would send a wave of blue energy at his opponent, as he expected his foe to jump. It was there that Alex would jump in the air at a great height and slam his sword towards the ground with great force and pushing the man towards the ground; by using his energy it would enhance the effect. The seismic slam was set to immobilize his foe whether he was dragged down from the air or still on the ground, for it was there that Alex would entrust his ally to do the rest.

Like a scene in some middle aged tale about dragons, witches and knights, fire began to rain down from the sky, as if it was a natural and normal occurance. Atticus stumbled from the streets, hoping to find some sort of shelter from it all. He tripped over a piece of twisted metal forged from days, and weeks of utter crisis. The pain was immediate, a gaping gash across his left foot, and a trail of blood behind him. Tears welled up in his eyes, trying not to cry out, signalling whoever or whatever was after him. Daylight was fading, and he was feeling weaker, no doubt it was because of his continuing blood loss. Sprawled against a wall, figuring it would be harder for anyone to see him that way, dust began to sprinkle down. At first it was little feathering glints, and then full on building collapse. A fireball crashed down onto the roof of his makeshift shelter, sending it down. The resulting explosion, pushed him across the alley way, face-first into brick wall that was now an easy target.

"I'm going to die"! He said with assurance. There was no way out of this for him. He couldn't run, his foot was leaking out like a busted pipe. No one was coming to save him. That was obvious now. Hope for his life lasting beyond this day was fleeting. Hearing the wind whistle from ensuing blasts of fire from nowhere, time slowed to a crawl, as he saw what was coming for him. It was the people who had captured him, and tried to kill him. BAD. How relentlessly frustrating it was. What worth did he hold to them. A college kid who had a massive dissertation due next week. Someone who had done their bidding dutifully and without question. Was it that he had finally gone against thier wishes when he fled, or was it what happened only and hour or so ago. "Oh"! He thought out loud. Maybe he could gin up some sort of something. But how could he? That was the very first time anything remotely close to that ever happened to him before. Having absolutely no control, not even a clue on how to access these so called powers of his.

All of these idea ran through his head. The marathon of thoughts was unsettling at best, because the reality of it all was that there still were these three bastards trying to kill him; and he was still tucked behind a nasty smelly dumpster, hopefully away from view. Buzz...Buzz...Buzz... His phone was ringing...Impossible. Who in the world could be calling him at this moment. Having enough nerve to answer look at the CID, it was his father again. Wincing at the notion of answering, he did anyway. Speaking in whispers, Atticus uttered an unnaturally calm "Hello". Immediately his father knew something was wrong and began investigating. Having no time to explain his current circumstances, Atticus said goodbye and hung up. Now was the time to tend to his wound. Afraid to touch it because he thought it would sting like a B****, the boy tried to wipe some of the blood away to get a better look at how severe the lacerate actually was, and yes it was bad. Feeling numbness coming on his entire leg, there was no other option than to run for it. Pressing up against the wall, and rising with the strength of his already weakened legs, he sprinted across the street, where luckily a boutique was housed. The doors were blown out by everything else that was happening. While inside, he heard their voices, this time it was Edward Delaney. Emphasizing boy like he was a slave master he spoke "Don't you run BOY! We're lawyers..We're paid a lot of money to find things"! His southern accent coming through.

Looking around like there were people staring, Atticus stripped some shirts wrapping them around his foot, and placed a sock over it to keep them safe and clean. The pressure of on his foot was almost unbearable, and yet the thought of dying was even more so. One last try..."I am my brothers' keeper" And diddly squat. There was no lightning bolts, there was no ear splitting thunder, there was not razor wind. The sun didn't even shine brighter. He limped out, ready to face the three lawyers who wanted his head. They'd since set themselves in a semi-circle on the street in front of the boutique, holding each others' hands. "What do you want from me"? He spoke affirmatively but softly as to not upset the horses mouth. In freaky unison "Only your allegiance. We've invested to much into you, and we want to see our investment pay us back dividends." It angered him that they spoke as if he was some commodity that could be bought, sold, and traded on Wall Street. He looked at them, expectantly "If I go with you...Do I live"? "Of course. Although we would have to keep a very watchful eye on you for quite some time" He knew that meant the rest of his life, and servitude was not something he thought was for him. Apparently, neither did his power, because that's when out of nowhere it began to snow. Little flurries reminiscent of ash, fell cold and wet on his bare chest, and setting themselves on his long eyelashes. BAD looked around trying to assess the situation. "Ahh..We will teach you control. Come with us and we shall rule the world" Atticus has one more question though. "I thought you hated supers." As most things with lawyers, the answer was complicated. "We're lawyers. There is a certain amount of self loathing that goes into doing what we do...And really we only hate the ones that do it for free."

"You are your brothers' keeper" It was clear as day now, even as the snow began to hasten its descent. Salvation is not free, but it is nothing that can be paid for with money. Help comes at a cost; a cost to give it. But it is because Atticus believed deep down that he was his brothers keeper, that gave alerted the sense of wrong in him. As if by the grace of god, or maybe it was the holy spirit..>Something took him over. He could see it all, and could not change it if he wanted to. The whiteout had pour almost a foot of snow on the ground, putting out fire, and chilling the fire makers giving them cause to run. The wind once again picked up, and carried him far far away, this time to a desert, where something was revealed to him. Touching down, the wind did not cease, it only quickened. Carving away rock and cactus, a feminine hand poked out. All it stopped, and his humanity returned. Instinctively, Atticus began to dig, with his bare hands, never minding the cuts ans scrapes and dangers of venomous fauna. Her skin still warm, meaning life lived in her yet. A blonde woman, beautiful, and battered lay in a pit of malicious making. "Wake up." He shouted trying to bring her conscious to fore..."I'll keep you" He said, whispering. Fearing that his efforts were in vain, he waited, hoping his powers would activate again...so that someway he could help her past this point.

Out of nowhere a whizzing sound increased volume in Marc's ear and Noah suddenly appeared beside him. Noah rested his palms on Marc's shoulders and Marc reacted raising his eyebrow, wondering what Noah was doing.

At first Noah encouraged Marc to find Maya, but the tone shifted as he dedicated a short admiration to him. Marc listened closely, internally flattered and slightly embarrassed at the same time. Once Noah finished Marc was lifted from his serious mood, despite Derekken's blood stench permeating the roof.

"Noah, you're--nevermind""Marc stopped himself and gracefully returned Noah's farewell hug to quell any signs of the awkwardness. Noah shimmied his whizzing helmet back onto his head and departed with words that struck a chord with Marc: "Be a hero. I believe in you." And Noah was gone.

A holographic display splashed neon yellow across Marc's face as he quietly searched China and New York City satellite photos for Y-Intercept. His Empyrean Carpus gave him the facts than his unsure allies. He meant no offense, but he was never quick to take someone else's word. Passive ones at that. Scanning satellite photos was tedious, but Marc eventually narrowed his search using Y-Intercept's flashy choice of transportation. She frequently cruised the streets in a limo. Sure enough a limo was captured cruising down a street in Upstate New York. The corner of his full Portuguese lip curved into a smirk as he filtered the photos to exclusively display the attention-grabbing limo riding through Y-Intercept’s Armageddon. He caught a revealing digital photo of Y-Intercept entering a Gothic cathedral in Upstate New York.

"So Y is in New York" Marc said as he illuminated an emerald aura. Humming sounds droned from his body and he addressed Finesse and Tileso as he psionically hovered over rooftop. "Thanks for the help. You guys coming?"Marc said looking at Alceus and Lord Jonathan. With his farewell, he shot across the Jerusalem sky as an Emerald streak at cosmic speed. Ripping across the Majestic Blue Ocean Marc ran his entrance scenario in his head. He would crash through the cathedral roof and disintegrate Y's slave's and torture the succubus herself until she believed a swift death at his hands was her best option.

Arriving to one of his home cities Marc grimaced at the New York populations twisted condition. They stalked the city chanting the same mantra he heard in New Jerusalem. His heart went out to the average people, his friends in New York, friends he figured he would probably lose. It fueled a hot irritation in his chest and he snapped his attention away from the brainwashed New Yorkers. "I'm ending this sh!t." He uttered flying en route to the nearby cathedral Y cozied herself in.

Landing on the cathedral roof as quiet as a falling feather Marc raced across the rooftop towards the front entrance. No one took watch on the roof, but Marc knew Y had her reasons. He was positive arrogance was one and it would contribute to her death. Heart pumping and perched at the roof ledge, Marc spotted Y's parked limo. He grunted and ran back over the rooftop to sneak into a glass window.

Looking down from a ceiling rod , the cathedral was pitch black, Marc couldn't see a soul. His eyes flashed green and his vision intensified to cosmic night vision. Quickly and quietly he descended to the ground floor, scanning his eyes past Y zombies until he saw the succubus herself. He touched ground.

" China girl, China girl..." Marc taunted, swaggering down the cathedral midway. His voice smooth and calm, but there was anger hidden beneath his tone. "I'm looking for a blonde haired, blue eyed girl named Maya. You seen her?" Marc knew Y was volatile, so his Emerald katana was unsheathed and pointed to cut down Y.

The druids cleared the area, upon Y’s command; she was anticipating the arrival of the senior Trinity Member. The plans for further domination were already in progress; The Snake Charmer was taking over as the Monarch of the dragons. Removing her Green Dragon blade, the Red Lycra clad queen of cocaine slithered through the cathedral walking to meet Mercury. Switching back and forth, she could hear the many souls burning in the lake of fire. The wretched howls gave her goose bumps as; well as the pending battle. A thick fog slowly began to set in creeping in from the lowest part of the church.

Through the ominous fog, the chants from the spirits locked within the walls of the cathedral could be heard “Evil…rises”. The eyes of the floor demons could be seen protruding from the floor, with every step she took the sound of a beating heart could be heard resonating throughout the church. Much like the Snake Charmer, the ghouls and goblins caused so much noise for a reason. Y was seen as the illustrious serpent, supposedly the serpent that poisoned the mind of Eve; mother of humanity. The music rendered her in a trance, much like it does to the venomous King Cobra. The music filled her soul with concentration and poise; this fight would determine the fate of humanity. Coming through the elevator, her eyes focused on his emerald weapon through the darkness.

Wasting little time, the cocaine goddess pushed her yellow ring forward, firing a volley of blast at the floor of the church. This erratic strategy was employed for two reasons: One to give the snake a cover to hide under while she attacked and Two, to allow for an elevated strike. The blast screamed into the floors of the church causing huge chunks of Earth to recoil up; with this dust debris clouded the area. Seizing the opportunity, Y jumped back and forth parrying off the elevated Earth under the cover of the debris towards Mercury.

Once she arrived at the right distance, she would come diagonally across his chest trying to cut across his shoulder and torso; also just as soon as she landed she would strike back with her elbow towards his face for maximum damage. The strike across his body would take away his core strength, making it hard for him to swing his own weapon, while the elbow to the face was a simple tactic to disorient him. She could feel it; Marc’s heart was filled with anger and rage, contrary to what people believed, this was the quickest way to die in battle; especially with someone as skilled as Y. Knowing that he killed the Ninjan King; made her a bit conservative in her close combat tactics. She wanted to be ready to match his cosmic power with her ring.

Sierra-Nevada Desert.

“Wake up” The voice said, coming from the darkness. As the blonde haired beauty opened her eyes she saw the sun for the first time in Two days. “I’ll keep you” the voice said, cradling her as if she were his daughter. “Wh- where…are we…” she said, insanely dehydrated. Before the mysterious man could give an answer, all the visions that she failed to receive thanks’ to Y’s serum came to her at once. The influx in psy-energy caused her to fall pass out saying one thing: “Power-Rings”

While the group of heroes recovered from the brief scuffle with powerful Derekken, Julius was hellbent on finding Y-Intercept's location. Alceus could understand his teammate's determination, but even more so, he understood Julius' thirst for vengeance. "Your friend... his eyes, they are just like Ares' eyes. He hungers for revenge doesn't he?", Athena asked, observing Julius through Alceus' divine eyes. Their supernatural connection to each other... it was quite beneficial. "He does but you would be vengeful too if they took the person you love the most from you", The Champion replied, his calm nature never wavering. Athena remained silent, she didn't have any other words to utter. Soon in an effort to locate Y-Intercept, Julius had a holographic neon screen pop up in front of his face as he searched through satellite images of his target in silence. Honestly, as expected, Julius didn't take too long to find Y's location. "I'm betting this Y-Intercept will take advantage of Julius' anger and hatred", the Son of Olympus thought.

After murmuring to himself, Julius began radiating an emerald aura of energy. Taking into the skies, Julius thanked those who came to his aid and quickly turned to Jonathan and a rather serious Alceus. "Thanks for the help. You guys coming?", he asked. "Of course", Alceus smiled briefly as he blasted off into the sky with his comrades. Although he wanted to help Julius save Maya, Alceus' main objective was stopping Y-Intercept. He was constantly reminded of her nefarious nature every time he looked at the blood red sky. "I know Maya, not as well as everyone else but we've spoken. I'd like to help Julius but if I have to choose between stopping Y-Intercept and saving Maya, I think I'll have to put the fate of the world before everything", his thoughts were sincere, it was his duty to protect the mortal plane, his very existence is for that exact purpose. Flying right behind Julius, mighty Alceus as usual was surrounded in a yellow flame-like aura of violent energy that brightly radiated around his body. But there was no glowing green rim all about his body and his attire had reverted back to it's usual appearance. He was not utilizing the power of his Green Lantern Ring, he was aware of the fact that they could be recharged which meant that their energy can lower every time it is used. And thus, Alceus decided to use it only in battle when it is needed. "If this turns out to be too much for John, maybe he should have the ring", Alceus decided.

Now flying beside Mercury, The Champion arrived alongside his companions in the skies of the Big Apple. Sadly though, like in New Jerusalem, the city's populace were reduced to mental slaves of Y-Intercept's coercion. Alceus could see that the city's current state only fueled Mercury's anger, Y had turned his fellow New Yorkers into mindless zombie-like masses. "I'm ending this sh*t", Mercury exclaimed as he flew towards Y-Intercept's location which was in a nearby cathedral. Silently following Mercury, the Olympian Champion remained in the skies as his teammate landed on the cathedral roof and wasted no time in getting to the entrance. Alceus silently waited for the right moment as he crossed his arms hovering over the roof. However, his godly senses could still detect Mercury. His teammate taunted the tyrannical woman as he unsheathed his weapon of choice. "There she is!", Alceus realized as he felt an immense energy emerge as well as a loud rumbling from inside the church. Clenching his fists, The Champion's yellow flame-like aura turned into an outward flailing aura of even more violent energy as several arcs of lightning surrounded him, producing a static sound. He had sensed an odd energy from below. Breaking through the cathedral's roof, Alceus landed behind Y-Intercept and noticed a yellow glow on her finger. "A Yellow Lantern Ring", he realized as he instantly called for a colossal white lightning bolt to crash down on Y.

His fifteen years of Tzukazaki marital arts training and American military training wasn't necessary for Marc to read Y's first attack. The crashing rocks and dust veiling her swift approach would all lead up to her appearing just in time to catch him off guard. Despite Marc's torrential rage, he tempered it with focus. This was Marc's first encounter with Y-Intercept, but he heard the stories. Her hardcore satanic worshiping, blood sacrificing, stronghold on China and at one point she even attacked his teammate Clue. Despite living to share the tale, Clue hadn't been seen since the month of their encounter.

“She's a predator,” Marc thought, “she knows why I'm here--knows my anger and she plans to exploit that. It's not happening...”

His ears twitched as metal hissed though the dusty air above him. He glanced up and Y emerged, dropping from the dust cloud to cut him down with her blade. Marc reeled backward hearing Y's blade hiss at him, horizontally cutting the empty space Marc stood a short moment ago. The Chinese Succubus continued her attack with flashing speed and snapped her elbow at Marc's face. Her elbow connected hard with the bridge of his nose. A silent grunt escaped Marc's mouth as his head jerked back. Instinctively he created an Emerald barrier to block her off as he recoiled; but instead of recovering behind the barrier, he shattered it with a high kick, sending sharp shards flying at Y’s face.

He dashed forward zipping through the remaining shards seeking Y. If he got in her in his reach Marc would attack her nerve centers. The first blow would be an open hand slash to her nose; connecting the blow would not only disorient the succubus, but separate the nose cartilage from her bone. Regardless of his opener, Marc would continue with a heel palm strike to her chin; this was another disorienting attack and could possibly ail Y with brain damage. To feint her inevitable response, Marc would immediately shrink down on feet and fist. As fast as he shrank he would surge up, spinning a ninety degree angle to unleash a bone crushing crescent kick aimed at her fragile throat. If connected, her clavicle would be fractured along with possible paralysis--better yet, fatality.

Things were in motion, the Talon was at the moment stretched incredibly thin, the only Crawler cell in New York was being bogged down by crazed elements of the united states army which kept it well over a hundred miles from city limits. Thus the heroes would be on their own unless by some miracle the American forces had their defensive positions broken, which judging by just how well dug in the Americans were, seemed unlikely for the chronically short handed Order.

John noticed that Mercury was quickly sweeping through satellite footage of New York after taking the young Boy's advice. He smiled under his gearwork helmet after seeing that Mercury spotted Y's limo moving through the city of New York. As the others took off, John spread forth his clockwork wings and summoned up a massive gust of wind to lift him into the air, the metallic appendages spread out and catching the gusts, propelling him forward at supersonic speeds across the Mediterranean and Atlantic.

As he left sight of land, he brought the wind speeds up to hypersonic velocities to make the journey in an incredibly short amount of time, the world just zipping beneath him as he flew through the air with enormous speeds. It wasn't exactly teleportation but it was still faster than most jets known to public knowledge, all done through what should have been antiquated technology and wind manipulation.

John always found flying at these speeds to be exhilarating. To fly above the clouds under one's own power, he laughed and cheered as he flew, but the sheer speeds he was going at ensured that he was outrunning the sounds he was making.. Meaning that he was silent to outside observors until he passed them, upon which a thunderous sonic boom would split the air and shake the ground through it's sheer noise factor and the titanic overpressure wave generated by an armored figure violating the sound barrier much in the same manner that a bullet violates a rice paper wall.

As he approached Manhattan, he began to come under fire, but he was outrunning the bullets being shot at him, the rounds failing to ever touch him. But he quickly analyzed the situation and determined that the only way to make a landing at the cathedral where Alceus was was to make a skidding landing on a nearby alleyway, full of mind controlled metahumans. The alternative was swinging around for a pass that would likely take far too long, so he decided to go in, gatling gun and automatic crossbow out at the ready.

Swinging by a nearby building and sweeping around to kick off of it, descending down at the alleyway of metahumamns, he let loose with all of his guns, filling forth an entire area with a deadly stream of tracers, immediately cutting down two of the metahumans, one of whom was reduced to nothing more than a red paste by the hellstorm of adamantium bullets, the other being impacted by a half dozen rocket propelled crossbow bolts that proceeded to detonate within her chest and blow her torso apart, spraying her upper body all over the place.

Sweeping his gatling gun around, he hit a burly cyborg in the chest a few dozen times, causing it to shake back and forth, stumble, and fall off the overpass it was on. Throwing his legs forward, John's clockwork boots hit the ground with a ferocious impact, crushing a hulkbuster suit equipped soldier beneath his boots through the sheer force, the alloys comprising the soldier's suit crumpling up like aluminum foil as he decelerated onto it's form, his spring systems working overtime to prevent the shock from reaching his body, even with the aid of vibranium, this was a monumental task. Deploying heel mounted skate wheels, John spun around in a circle, his guns extended, firing on full auto. A figure in a mars pattern syndicate battlesuit, in the midst of turning it's railguns to fire at him, was quickly riddled with countless bullets from the minigun before the crossbow lodged three arrows into it's helmet and exploded, blowing it's head apart.

Surrounded by cascading crimson fireballs that thundered out in all directions, John brought out the sword of Constantine and plunged the ambriarcially heated blade into the gut of a being made out of grey stone, the golem snarling at him before the sword impaled him in the midsection, at which point John lifted him into the air and spun him around before slamming him into the ground with such force that the golem was splintered into pieces.

Bringing out his minigun once more, he shot into the face of a Hulkbuster suit equipped soldier, the hail of adamantium bullets ripping through it's composite armor like so much tissue paper and breaching it's power core, causing the machine to explode in a fiery eruption that engulfed it's pilot, ending his blood rage in a fatal manner. Bringing out his crossbow, John fired no less than eight times into the face of a gray skinned alien, the bolts impacting all over it's body and igniting it before detonating, spraying his viscera in all directions.

Speeding past a corrupted Robot, John briefly turned around and brought out his thermobaric cannon and took aim before firing off a thermobaric spray that was quickly ignited, creating a fiery explosive cone that blew the machine apart into superheated gas that rapidly expanded outwards in all directions only to be blown away like dust before a storm's winds. Turning back around to meet the frenzied charge of a metal skinned demon with the horns of a ram, John quickly slashed the sword of Constantine in a long arc, the mighty sword easily cleaving through the skin of the demon's midsection and severing it's spine, bisecting the creature horizontally, it's two halves carrying on through the air through sheer momentum.

As he went on, he came across a psionic woman clearly about to launch a mental barrage against him, so he decided to deal with her by getting withihn melee range before she could act, sliding towards her with such speed that her telekinesis couldn't come into play before he swung his left arm upwards to knock her arms into the sky, followed by a uppercutting swing of the sword of constantine which cut upwards from her waist all the way up to her collar, letting all of her organs spill outwards from the burnt injury. A bloody death to be sure, but desperate times called for desperate measures, and to pull any punches when the world needed to be saved was the ultimate form of cowardice short of collaborating with the enemy.

Continuing forward a bit, John came across another massive cyborg preparing to bring it's heavy weaponry to bear, but the Knight never allowed it that chance, quickly ducking down slightly, John brought the sword of Constantine forward in a stabbing motion, jabbing it into the cyborg's gut to stun it before yanking his blade out and running past the machine, jumping up a bit to swing the sword behind him and decapitate the machine midleap, while to his other side, an alien who had dropped it's weapon in the mad scramble for cover after John began firing was reaching over to pick up it's devices, an opportunity John never allowed it to take before swinging the warhammer of Richard into the back of it's skull as he passed it, shattering it's skkull in a rain of blood and bonechips before the ensuing detonation of it's built up energy blew apart the remainder of it's upper body.

Now only one thing stood in between him and Y intercept, an enormous war robot meant to deal with high powered metahumans. The one optic possessing machine turned it's ruby red gaze towards the boy knight and let loose a vicious barrage from it's hulking arm cannon, creating a cascade of explosions that forced John to leap up and over to avoid them as a storm of missiles hit the ground. As he hit the ground with the roll to duck under yet another missile fired from the behemoth's arm cannon, John took out the thermobaric cannon once more and set it to lance mode, and with a pull of the trigger, a massive lance of superheated molten material shot forth from the barrel and speared through the robot's right pectoral region, stunning it and ending it's barrage.

As the machine fell to it's hands, John brought forth a set of spiked knuckles on his right fist, standing up out of the roll and bringing his right fist forward with terrifying amounts of strength and momentum as the Machine began to stand up. With a fierce battlecry, John brought his fist forward and smashed straight through the entire left side of the machine with such force that the left side of it's abdomen practically exploded from the force, spreading metal shards in every which way. But still the machine would not fall, as John got a closer look at it while he and the machine turned around to face each other again, he saw that the war-robot had battle scars from dealing with numerous heroes within New York city who proved to be immune to y-intercept's control, many of them very recent.

Indeed, one prior battle had been so fierce that it's optic was somewhat dangling out of it's head, hanging by some wires. Deciding to take advantage of this, John brought out his hammer once more and swung it to the right with a mighty amount of force, hitting it upside the head and causing it to lurch to the side, but still it would not fall But it did have the effect of more completely knocking it's optic out of it's head, leaving it hanging only by the cabling, which John could see ran through it's throat. "You die!" John shouted over the chaos of battle as he grabbed the machine by the throat and brought it down for a chokeslam, sending the machine of battle crashing to the ground with enough force to crack the asphalt.

Grabbing the battle damaged robot's optic cabling by the throat with his right hand, John yanked until the optic hit the eye socket, and then pulled even harder, rupturing the eye socket and destroying it's head mounted circuitry, shutting down the machine as he pulled the oil slicked optic through it's throat and yanked it free. Throwing it away with a hand motion, John grabbed it's arm cannon in both hands and aimed it at Y-intercept and fired off a full buckshot spread of missiles at Y-intercept to get her attention before taking off at her, taking out the shield of the unknown paladin and the sword of Constantine. He was more than ready for battle now.

Very lustfully she smiled, as her elbow jarred against his picture perfect profile, but she knew not to take him lightly. Through the vastness of the debris present she maintained 100% sight discipline. Not allowing his shadowy aura to leave her sight. The darkness between them became illuminated, due to Marc creating an emerald shield. Y smiled, this was her own underestimation of him; thinking he was exhausted already. In a surprising event, Marc shattered the shield and sent the shard’s flying at Y. Their close proximity from each other, didn’t allow for a counterstrike from the Apex Predator. Instinctively she pushed her hands in front of her face, using her sheath and her blade to block the shards. The rest of her body was exposed to a torrential windstorm of broken shards.

The shards cut her body in multiple places; shredding instantly through her form fitting uniform. Despite the blood pushing through her pores; she made no sound of pain at all. Through the decreased visibility the Flower of Carnage’s senses heighted, she could sense his movements through the darkness. His hand struck in one fluid motion to strike her nose, though she never saw it; she could feel it.

Pushing her Sheath outwards, she blocked the strike; sacrificing it to save herself. Pushing off him, she spun around in a perfect circle; trying to gain access to his left flank. Marc’s battle perception was far better than she believed it to be; through all of this he managed to stay on par with her. His relentless attacks eventually got the better of her, as his open palm strike smashed against the bottom of her chin. This jolted her head up and caused her to stumble backwards; pushing her hands up in a crossed position she blocked another strike, this one a kick aimed at her throat. “I must admit, I didn’t think you’d be this good” she said, taking off her Lycra clad jacket.

Y’s chest was wrapped in several bandages, not because she needed them, only because they kept her breast from bouncing everywhere. The result of Mercury’s earlier strikes apparent, the blood dripping from various spots on her body; was only a fraction of the complement she just gave him. He was fast on his feet; with strong and decisive attacks, she could tell by the way, she moved his hips that he had some training.

Moving in Closer, Y shifted to the balls of her feet, activating her ring, her body began to surge in the power of fear. As she stood before Mercury, her body went limp much like those mindless- salves outside calling her name. In a matter of moments, she was back appearing more and more vicious than before. Running forward with the tip of her blade sparking towards the ground; she charged Marc head on. En route to him a yellow ring incarnate of Y ran with her acting as her new shadow. This was to give off the impression of two.

Drawing near she swung her blade up to give off the appearance of a upper body strike with her blade, however this wasn’t the case Y went low; attempting to jam her blade into Marc’s Kidney; the Yellow incarnate continued through with the upper-slash motion attempting to take Marc’s mind off Y’s true intentions.

In the middle of another attack, she could feel the arrival of another, attempting to kick Marc in the process she backflip out of the way; almost being singed by a bolt of Lightning. “Wha” Glancing up, she saw him; the son of Zeus. “How’s Athena?” Y asked, never actually meeting the goddess. “When, I finish with you two, I’m going to release the Titans and make love to Aphrodite while they devour your bones”.

Activating both her Lantern Ring, and her own Kinetic energy, she figured the fight she was so lustfully enjoying with Marc had come to an end. Immortal or not, there was no way to damage this god with martial arts. Pushing her hands forward, she pushed the huge chunks of debris that fell upon her first attack on Marc at him to keep him at bay for now.

Turning her attention to O.C, she constructed a huge lighthouse in the middle of the Cathedral, its beacon shined bright throughout the whole New York City, alerting the millions and millions of slaves to her location. Also upon each rotation, the lighthouse fired pure Yellow energy, trying to keep O.C and Marc grounded.

Standing in the middle of the floor, every time the beacon came around, the amount of blood lost from Y due to Marc could be seen. “You guys are all impre” before her sentence could be finished her body was engulfed by flames as she was hit dead on with the missiles fired from Lord John. The foundation underneath her caused her singed body to free fall through the floor.

It was over, or so it appeared. A few moments after the flames died down, the skeletal hand of the Cocaine Goddess, could be scene protruding through the rubble. Slowly pebbles began to fall, those pebbles turned into full blown boulders.

In a huge Yellow burst Y’s skeletal body came bursting through the rubble, the last bit of flesh she had come falling from her face. The Gruesome price of immortality caused Y to lose all her human qualities. Pushing her ring forward, the power of the Yellow Ring went deep into the Cathedral, down to the catacombs; the rings hovered right outside the graves of the dead.

“Scanning for Sentient life”

“Riiiiiiiiiise!” Y screamed, waking the dead through her own powers; no sooner than they woke they became incarnates through the power of fear. All around her they began to rise, ready to do the bidding of their fear clad leader.

One would wonder if the battle was becoming somewhat overwhelming for Y-Intercept, she was after all engaging not only Mercury in battle but young Jonathan and mighty Alceus as well. However, the deadly temptress seemed to be able to maintain her composure despite of the increasing intensity and the fact that she was being challenged by the number's game. "Looks like John's here", he smirked, briefly turning his head to face the enthusiastic youth. Turning back, Alceus was not too surprised that Y managed to evade his surging lightning bolt, she was after all notoriously dangerous, it would really be disappointing if that was all that was needed to defeat her. "Well she's definitely much faster than I anticipated", Alceus thought, taking on his unique but effective fighting stance, one that focuses on overwhelming opponents with fast-paced movement coupled with unrestrained strikes that boasted explosive power. Watching Y-Intercept gently land on her feet after back-flipping away from Alceus' ruthless lightning bolt in an astonishing display of agility and speed.

"Wha", her brief moment of surprise was cut short as her face shot up at him. She didn't even hesitate to taunt him. "How's Athena?", she asked, in an attempt to trigger Alceus by mentioning the sibling that he is the closest to. The Champion however, simply chuckled, "She's fine", however, her taunts were not over. Despite hearing Y-Intercept's question, the Son of Olympus was almost entirely certain that wise Athena had never even met Y, and his assumptions were almost instantly proven correct by Athena herself as she popped into his mind. "Don't listen to her. She is trying to toy with you. Do not let her distract you", Athena learned, perhaps aware of how truly deadly Y must be. "Don't worry about me", Alceus replied with his thoughts, ending the brief conversation, returning his attention to Y-Intercept. "When, I finish with you two, I'm going to release the Titans and make love to Aphrodite while they devour your bones", Alceus was used to hearing of people refer to the Titans when threatening him however, the Aphrodite statement was not uttered as much. "I don't care for Aphrodite", Alceus smirked confidently. Suddenly, Y-Intercept activated her Yellow Lantern Ring and tapped into the power of her body's own kinetic energy. "You're even stronger than they say. The energy I'm sensing, this is going to be good", Alceus smirked, his love of battle briefly taking over his sense of heroism.

Quickly directing her attention to Mercury, Y used her powers to telekinetically shove enormous chunks of debris at Mercury, most likely to ease the effort she will need to use in this battle. Almost a nanosecond afterwards, Y returned her attention to valiant Alceus. Alceus knew that Mercury could handle himself quite well, he had no need to worry about him, for now at least. Without warning, Y used the power of her power ring to construct a gigantic lighthouse inside the cathedral. As it shined brightly without restraint, the lighthouse attracted a colossal horde of the zombie-like citizens who were slaves to Y-Intercept's word. And with each rotation, the lighthouse shot out waves of yellow energy. "I can feel the energy of those people getting closer. They're coming", Alceus thought as he narrowly dodged a yellow energy beam however, it's heat managed to burn some of his skin. And while Y was indeed holding her own against the heroic trio, she had sustained some damage from Mercury. "You guys are all impure-", Y's statement was halted as she was bombarded by a barrage of missiles. "Nice shot John", Alceus smiled, dodging yet another beam from the lighthouse. Having had enough of the lighthouse, The Champion aimed his palms towards it and enveloped it in an invisible spherical barrier, containing the powerful yellow energy blasts. Suddenly, in the blink of an eye as Y was burned to a crisp by the flames produced by the missiles, she fell through the floor beneath her feet.

Was the battle over? There was no way it ended so quickly... and so easily. These things are never this easy. As an eerie silence invaded the air, a skeletal hand burst from beneath the concrete rubble. Blasting through the rubble in a flash of yellow energy, Y was still very much alive, although she did not look it. "Resilient", Alceus realized. Using the power of her Yellow Lantern Ring, Y-Intercept directed her ring's power to burrow deep into the cathedral's catacombs. Calling for the dead to rise, Y was soon surrounded by a horde of walking corpses who were now agents of fear. And just then, the mindless citizens that Y had called to her location were breaking into the cathedral. Something had to be done. Tightening his fists, the outward flailing aura of golden energy around Alceus began to radiate violently, tearing the ground asunder and flinging boulders and rocks into the air. Strong violent gusts of wind ravaged the air as The Champion used the energy of his gauntlets to generate an intense invisible pressure that would overwhelm the minds of Y's slaves, forcing them into unconscious and if kept up any longer, perhaps into comatose states. As he stopped, Alceus turned to face Y. "I can't allow this", the Son of Olympus murmured, thrusting his palms towards Y as he discharged a humongous blast of immensely explosive divine energy. And throughout all of this, Alceus still has not felt that he requires his Green Lantern Ring.

Atticus wished that he'd enrolled in that CPR class they offered on campus. He felt like this was one of those times when the slogan "You may never know when you need it" came as a sting to reality. This young woman, beautiful, and unconscious lay in his dark arms. Her life literary in his hands. Before falling back into sleep, she blurted out "Power Rings". What the in the world was a power ring? And what significance did it hold to her that it brought her back down into the land of the comatose? Not only that, but where in the hell were they. Atticus wasn't really the external perceptive type. Although he could analyze and usually see things for what they were, sometimes things just were too amorphous for anyone to grasp. This happened to be that time, and unless this girl woke up and decided to give him a manual on how to handle the last day, and where to go from there, both of them were going to be stuck here for a long time.

With his hurt foot, the sock stained a rusty red from seeped out dried blood, it was already difficult for him to walk, but adding any extra weight would have been near impossible. Looking towards the sky for help Atticus began to pray. "Dear God. I don't know what to do. I ask for help in my time of need. I ask that you show me the way. I ask you dear lord for a miracle." He exhaled, hoping that the creator heard his words.

The whole time, he'd not noticed that they were set upon a higher plane, a hill of sorts. Just as he rubbed the young woman hand between his own, he heard a loud horn. Twitching like a Meerkat in threat, Atticus looked around trying to see where this sound was coming from. He stood up, and ran northbound, almost falling down the dune, and saw a motorcade of tractor trailers. "OH MY GOD"! He exclaimed. Thanking the heavens that he had been saved. Never minding the pain shooting through his entire body, adrenaline pumped through him, sending him almost flying he ran so fast. Waving and flailing his arms, screaming so loudly that his voice broke at the high end of "HEY"! The front trailer honked again twice, signalling for the rest to slow down and stop. The trademark squeak of a stopping tractor trailer was music to his ears. The drivers side door open and a fat bellied Hispanic man got out of the truck and spoke to him. "What the f*** are you doing all the way out here amigo"? Lying through his teeth, for fear they wouldn't help him, Atticus made up some story about him being kidnapped with his girlfriend who was now unconscious.

The men, gracious and helpful, helped him back to the girl, and they went back to the trucks, driving into town. At the very edge of the city was a truck stop, where long distance drivers could get rest for a day or so and a hot cooked meal to warm there weary stomachs. Atticus and the girl were dropped off there, and told that they could call a free cab service offered by the city for people who had suffered like they both supposedly had. They were given a room, and the day went on in relative peace. The tv lead on in virtual silence as Atticus was in the bathroom, carefully sterilizing his foot, and properly bandaging it, when the door opened slightly. Jumping from the fright, the bottle of alcohol spilled on the wound, and he yelped out from the searing sting. "Oh...I'm sorry. I didn't mean too." "It's all right" Atticus spoke trying not to let his voice quiver. "Listen...I wanted to thank you everything you've done" Her voice trailed off, as if she wanted to say something else. "Are you leaving"? He asked. "I'm sorry you got involved, but being around me right now is dangerous...you should leave" Laughing, giving her a start and pause he responded. "That's funny because this morning I was being sacrificed in Virginia. I found out that I have some sort of super powers or something, and evil lawyers are trying to kill me. I went into a trance and ended up finding you...And now we're here" The young woman seemed surprised, but then not so much, a sure sign that she was worn beyond her years, full of experience enough to kill a normal person. "My name is Atticus Blaire, and I'm not leaving you until I find a way back to where I came from so I can just go on with my life." She leaned in from the doorway a little, "My name is Maya" She trailed off again, and went back into the two bed bedroom and sat on the edge of the one nearest the wall with the window looking out at another rest stop across the way. Finished with his wound tending, Atticus came back out to that room and sat on the bed, watching the destruction unfold before his eyes. Lightning, beams of energy, fire, all of it at some old cathedral like building in New York City. Maya looked intently. "Do you know them"? He said jokingly but fearing that she would say yes, she nodded her head. "Before, out there in the desert, you mentioned power rings and then you blacked out again." She turned and looked at him and said "Do you want to come with me, or do you want to go home" Seriously, he wanted to go home, nothing more, and nothing less. "Because I'm going there, and I'm leaving right now." Atticus didn't know what to say or what to do, all he knew was that he was dead weight.

“Follow me, If you want to go somewhere else just let the portal know” Maya said, trying to regain her bearings. Her pacific blue eyes had a sort of glazed look upon them, she spent a total of three days locked in her underground prison; the time she spent down there made her realize it was time to step it up. As much as she wanted to teleport to New York and gut Y intercept; she couldn’t she had to return to New Jerusalem, Sicily had been watching Alex in her absence; she needed to rescue her son. Placing her hands on her hips, she disappeared in a baby blue light.

Arriving at the shattered tower of the messiah, she saw what Y’s locking her away led to. Taking Maya out of the equation removed the threat of the psychic interfering, Shane was right: the Trinity, Gwen, Omega Justice, Ziccarra, and Maya herself; allowed Y to go on for too long. “I promise you Alex, when mommy finally finds you; I’m going to KILL Y intercept. Maya was against killing people, as a matter of fact she had never done it before, and Murder was something Andferene preached against whilst she was under his tutelage.

She lived every word Andy spoke, as if it were the bible; however she came to the decision that allowing Y to live any longer would forever be a plague on humanity. Emerald’s father Renegade Lantern was the man who basically made Kurrent who he was, and he turned Ziccarra into the person she was. Through M.O.B.B Deep, they brought criminals to justice by any means necessary; an ideal she had just adopted. Maya could do nothing but search, Sicily wasn’t answering her cellphone; which worried the hell out of Maya.

“Y=MX+B” sounds of the mindless citizens began to slowly skulk towards her location. “I don’t have time for this…WHERE IS MY SON!” she screamed in anger, releasing a powerful psychic wave which caused the masses to fall forcefully to the ground. The sight of these people made her mad; she knew Y would target the most spiritual people on Earth; the plan was genius she had to at least admit that.

From the Northern most part of the city, she could see an Emerald glow; she knew this was where Emerald was, from the looks and sounds of things she was struggling to keep the hordes of mind-slaves back. Emerald had been beat on by the people, but she still succeeded for the time being to hold them off.

“ALEX!” Maya screamed, as she watched Emerald fend off the people with just one hand because Alex was in the other. “MAYA!” Emerald screamed, constructing a shield trying to halt the progress of the mind slaves. Maya flew into action quick to protect her son and teammate; flying in the middle of the circle her anger finally fever-pitch. Pushing her hands outward, she pushed a powerful psychic wave out at the masses, the wave continued to spread outward until it engulfed the city. “NOW…Sleep” she said softly, within moments all the people of New Jerusalem were sleep. “I have to end this…” she said, turning around to help Emerald up.

“Where’s Sicily?” Maya asked, looking around to see if she became a mindless zombie. “No…”Emerald spoke softly handing Alex back to Maya. “S-She was killed by the citizens…” Emerald said, quickly looking down. Maya couldn’t believe it, the news caused her stomach to turn it was not what she expected to hear. She and Sicily had been friends since the 8 grade and now she was gone.

“Nonononononononoononno!” she screamed, repetivley trying not to deal with the thoughts. “I-…Have unfinished business” Maya said, kissing young Alex on the head and handing him back to Emerald. “They’ll wake up on my command, your safes now, please take care of my life” she said, slowly disappearing in a baby blue light.

The death of Y intercept, was imminent.

Marc watched the lighthouse out the corner of his eye as Y stood before him stripped to her skeleton. Y became more strange to Marc and a slight shiver shimmed up his spine. "RIIIIISE!" She screamed, echoing through the ruined cathedral as a shrill reminder she was still alive. Rubble shifted around the Immortal Y and dirty flesh broke through the earth, with glowing yellow rings on their decayed fingers. The lighthouse beacon was making its way to Marc and he parried backward as the corpse gathered around Y. Marc landed beside Alceus who spoke as if he was talking to someone, "I can't allow this" He said releasing a bright burst of energy towards Y and her macabre army.

The brightness of Alceus' attack gave Marc an opening to attack; he just had to protect his eyes. "Alceus" He said as his blue-brown flashed into cosmic powered optical lenses. "Keep that up as long as you can." Marc's feet levitated over the cathedral floor and he flew forward leaving behind a heat mirage. Y's Yellow corpse members took alert and charged forward. There movement carried a insect-like drone that grated on Marc's ears. When he met his first wave, he thrust his hand forward and unleashed an unruly burst of cosmic energy.

They took the blast poorly and the cosmic heat singed the remaining flesh from their skeletal frames until finally their bones were cremated into nothingness. The second wave quickly took note and scattered in every direction, forcing Marc to sharpen his focus. With a slight twitch of his fingers, large spheres appeared in the scattered corpses paths and exploded like napalm bombs. The cosmic chemicals hissed on their bodies slowly and painfully eating away at their corpse. Marc enough; Y was their conductor. Y knew where Maya was.

He landed in front of Y with an emerald sphere charged around his fist, leaving a green trails of smoke from it's intensity. "Where is she?" His narrowed eyes burned green and he aimed his burning fist at her skull. It would so easy for Marc to sear her bones into ash, but he wanted to know: " Where was Maya?"

As John approached Y intercept, he unleashed an enormous three foot wide ray of pure light energy that burned white with holy radiance that was extremely damaging towards the undead and the demonic/diabolical/daemonic/whatever they call themselves. Now that Y had become undead in addition to half fiendish, she should be doubly vulnerable to John's attacks, which are especially harmful to the undead and the demonic.

Firing off a burning lance of holy metal from his thermobaric gun, John sent forth a white hot stream of enchanted death to sear through her bones before firing forth a pair of holy napalm cones from his thermobaric guns, covering a large area in blessed fuel air explosives, igniting them in a radiant blaze that thundered and shook the earth to it's core.

From there, John rushed forward, his divine steel armored body issuing forth steam from exhaust pipes and clockwork gears whirring furiously as they propelled his body, his special Halo shimmered and cloaked his body in golden energy that was painful for the demonic and the undead to look at, giving him an added measure of protection with it's force field like energies that only served to add to his angelic appearance.

"IN DOMINUS IMPERATOR!" John shouted as he charged into battle, the radiant light of his halo reaching a crescendo as he quickly sprinted into the maelstrom of combat, taking a step and lowering himself by an inch, he brought forth the warhammer of richard, the hammer crackling with a massive amount of builtup energy as he swung it in a wide left arc at the necromatic half demon. He had foregone the usage of his shield, and instead he wielded the Sword of Constantine, the very selfsame weapon used by the Roman Emperor who would let christianity grow from a minor cult into the dominant religion of the western world, a sword that glowed white hot with heat, holy power, and electricity.

Taking a strong left turn, John swung the sword to the right in a low arc aimed at Y's leg before swinging himself to the right and ducking under, trying to get a slice across her rib cage with his bladed wings and then standing himself up and making a massive downward stroke with his crackling hammer that would roar with the thunder of a thousand bombs if it connected and then making a stepping jab aimed at her skull with the holy sword of Constantine the great and backing off to make a low sweep with his bladed wings in an attempt to cut her off at the legs, quite literally.

As he stood up, he brought both his sword and hammer upward in a massive uppercutting strike aimed at her chest to deal massive damager before bringing the sword in an downward diagonal left slice aimed at her left arm in an attempt to lop it off before bringing his hammer around in a spinning side stroke aimed at her pelvis to smash it into powder. He would then bring his knee forward in a strong knee kick aimed at her left thigh before throwing himself forward in a divine steel clad and steam powered and clockwork propelled headbutt.

He would then back off and let loose a battlecry in some language that definitely was not of earth as he let the spirit of holy vengeance flow through him, a rage at directed at the one responsible for so much death that mere words would fail horribly to describe it's magnitude. Infusing his hammer with a massive influx of holy energy , john brought the hammer upwards as a nimbus of radiant white energy, the power of holy rage, extremely deadly to the evil, doubly so to the undead, doubly so to the demonic.

Smite evil. That was what the power was called, some part of John thought as the spirit of battle flowed through him, as he brought down his hammer, crackling with a full charge of energy down in a massive downward stroke, one fueled by every muscle in his right arm, every gear, every steam powered valve in his suit, every ounce of radiant holy energy that was flowing through him. If the hammer connected, it would probably quite literally shake Y's entire world apart. And if she was somehow still standing, he would throw his sword forward in a massive jab aimed at her chest to attempt to spear through her spine and allow the burning qualities of the sword to finish her off.

Y wasn’t dumb at all, her Yellow Ring alerted her to his Green Ring; but in that he was powerless because her yellow ring would sap its strength. The champion fired a blast of energy at her, energy she quickly repelled with her own kinetic energy. The two forms of energy collided in the air and erupted in an enormous explosion. The yellow smoke drifted back towards Y, and as she was walking through it her skin began to thread it’s self-back onto the bone. “I guess I’ll deal with you first” Y said, darting her snake like eyes upon the champion. Running towards the god, she pushed her kinetic energy forward to cause the ground to rise, As it rose, parried from chunk to chunk moving ever closer to The Champion. As she got within striking distance; she dispatched her black rose blade. Pushing the blade forward Y channeled the Yellow ring and sent the explosive shards of the blade flying at O.C.

Landing on the ground she turned her attention to the second nuisance; before she could even get a good reading on where John was; he fired some type of holy energy which hit Y full on sending her through a pillar within the cathedral. Had she not gained immortality this battle would’ve been over. She rose to her feet; watching as the angelic creature came forward, she could see how laced in protection the man was it only caused her to scoff. “You Angelic Pussy” she said, rushing at him with both her blades sparking against the ground, he swung his hammer at Y; but the jaded dragon adeptly leapt over the swing and landed out to the left side of him. “All the power your god has given you and you still remain ignorant” she said, with her body steaming from John’s previous attack. Y’s small base made her fast; she quickly eluded his sword strike as well as his hammer strike. “All these attacks…for nothing” she said, creating an afterimage and allowing John’s sword to penetrate the yellow incarnate.

Y was done toying around with John, he had limitless power with limited common sense; jumping back she landed in a low crouched position on a piece of debris. The fight was undoubtedly getting to her focusing on Three super-beings at once was a tedious chore; one that was breaking her focus. “Where is she?” he screamed, alerting Y to his close proximity. “Marc…” she said, in almost a humane voice. His burning fist hit her face causing the flesh to instantly melt off her face. “RAAAGGHH” she screamed, violently as is attack took off her eyes and nose.

“You want to know where she is…there!” she pointed, motioning behind him. There stood Maya just looking at the on-going carnage. Maya stood as if she were in awe about what was happening. A blue rim began to circumvent Y.

“You can’t be killed, I know that…” Maya said, stalking Marc and Y. “But that doesn’t mean your invincible” bursting forward in a huge beacon of flight. Maya grasped Y by her sides and then vaulted upwards.

“For all the people you killed, for the millions and millions of lives you forever destroyed, I’m going to cripple you. I’m going to make sure that you cringe when you hear my name!” Maya screamed, filled with rage and hatred .

She soared with Y past the cosmos, past all alien civilization, past the creation of new life, to the end of time. “This is where the “New Universe Starts, the retirement home for old gods” Maya said, looking at the gruesome source wall. It was a fly trap, everyone who had tried to venture outside the wall rested here. “Y intercept! I have cast judgment!” Maya said letting her go; watching as her body drifted towards the source wall.

“Hahahahaha! Well played Miss Lopez.” Y said, as she drifted towards the source wall. The moment she was in reach the wall grabbed her and pulled her in forever making her a fixture inside the wall.

“It’s over…” Maya said, letting out a huge sigh, but the truth of the matter was it was not over. Ginju still lay seize in New Jerusalem Closure and Stryke would need help. “Noah…this is Maya…I’m on my way”. She knew there was no possible way for her to be everywhere, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t going to try.

This was beginning to become quite the battle. It was the first time that mighty Alceus had ever seen Jonathan fight so bravely and relentlessly, in so much control of his power and he had never seen Mercury overcome by such rage. Progress in the battle was accelerating and it seemed as though Mercury had devised a plan, asking The Champion to maintain the brightness of his high-energy attacks. Nodding his head in agreement, Alceus was on the verge of generating a bright burst of radiant white light that would temporarily blind all in the presence of it's glory that was until Y-Intercept decided to personally fight Alceus. "I guess I'll deal with you first", she snapped, focusing her cold soulless eyes on the Son of Olympus. As the deadly enchantress lunged towards Alceus, she used her kinetic energy, pushing it forward, causing the ground to bend to her will as it was raised. "Interesting", he observed, raising his guard as Y drew closer and closer and quickly shot explosive shards of her powerful blade at him.

Dodging the first few shards, Alceus had underestimated the speed of the shards and one of them cut him across the cheek and almost instantly exploded, sending him flying across the cathedral. However, as he was a few feet away from crashing onto the ground, he managed to re-position himself and landed on his feet, sliding a few feet back. Rising to his full height, Alceus smirked, "That was good. Let's see how you keep up with high-paced speed fighting", Alceus taunted. His fingers were twitching, he wanted to test how fast Y was in hand to hand combat, he is used to overwhelming his opponents with his ridiculous close combat speed but Y had surprised him with her power a few seconds ago so he could not make any assumptions, he had to be ready for anything. But Jonathan on the other hand, had other plans for Y-Intercept. He instantly bombarded her with a burst of intense energy that knocked Y through a concrete pillar in the cathedral. After getting to her feet, Y didn't hesitate to insult Jonathan, she was simply bold and disrespectful like that. "You Angelic Pussy", she said, leaping over the youth's hammer swing. "All the power your god has given you and you still remain ignorant", no doubt Y disagreed with Jonathan's way of thinking, her ideologies were a bit too extreme in comparison to Jonathan's. She had evaded every single one of Jonathan's attacks, she no doubt was ready to attack him.

Opening his hand, Alceus was powering up a highly explosive energy ball that he was hoping was powerful enough to literally blow Y-Intercept to a couple of microscopic dust particles however, Mercury intervened and brutally removed the flesh from her face with an energy-charged punch. Y screamed in pain. "I'd better keep this up in case she makes a way out of Julius' attacks", Alceus thought. But just then, Maya emerged from virtually nowhere. Alceus was so busy focusing on Y that he didn't sense Maya's energy-signature approaching. Then without much time wasted, Maya flew towards Y and grabbed her as she burst through the cathedral's roof and sped upwards towards the sky. From then on, even Alceus' godly eyesight did not allow him to see the two women as they departed from the Earth's atmosphere and entered the cosmos. Having no way of knowing what Y's fate was going to be, The Champion ceased charging his attack and asked his comrades if they should follow Maya. "Hey guys, should we follow them? I can still sense their energy-signatures so I there's a trail I can follow but it's getting fainter". Honestly, Maya seemed quite certain of herself and perhaps she was the only one who knew how to dispatch of Y, but one can never be too sure.

“You can’t be killed, I know that…” Maya said, stalking Marc and Y. “But that doesn’t mean your invincible” bursting forward in a huge beacon of flight. Maya grasped Y by her sides and then vaulted upwards. “For all the people you killed, for the millions and millions of lives you forever destroyed, I’m going to cripple you. I’m going to make sure that you cringe when you hear my name!” Maya screamed, filled with rage and hatred.

She soared with Y past the cosmos, past all alien civilization, past the creation of new life, to the end of time. “This is where the “New Universe Starts, the retirement home for old gods” Maya said, looking at the gruesome source wall. It was a fly trap, everyone who had tried to venture outside the wall rested here. “Y intercept! I have cast judgment!” Maya said letting her go; watching as her body drifted towards the source wall. “Hahahahaha! Well played Miss Lopez.” Y said, as she drifted towards the source wall. The moment she was in reach the wall grabbed her and pulled her in forever making her a fixture inside the wall.

As her body became entrenched within the wall, it slowly began to take her over. “HAHAHAHAHA, you think this is the end, but I can’t even begin to tell you how wrong you are” Y said, letting out a deafening cackle. As she entered a deep meditation crucifix style on the wall, she could feel the presence of the guardians approaching. The little blue guys and the Ninjan Queen Ziccarra appeared before Y with satisfied looks on their faces.

“Xiao Zing, you have been defeated” Sha said, holding up a red spade. “Indeed I have been Ziccarra, but I succeeded in killing you, Sicily Boss, Carmen Lopez and depopulating have of the world” Y said, smiling with an amber light burning in her eyes. “I hope you don’t plan on being a guardian too soon Ziccarra, surely you can fill Sha of Infinite Forever’s replacing you”. Y said, trying to get under the skin of Z.

“Soon everyone you love will see you as the young childish teen from years ago and the person you pretended to be… SHA will be all that’s known of you” Y said, laughing again.

“Don’t you know when you’re defeated?” Z said, balling up her fist striking Y right across her face. Y spit out some blood and watched as it trailed off into the endless oblivion. “When you get to Earth, you’re not going to remember anything…your kids, your friends…your marriages. I guess that means your son Alistair is the new King…goodbye Ziccarra” Y said, watching as Z slowly began to disappear. Even the guardians were dumbfounded by the loss of their most powerful ally.

“As for bald guys…” Y said, smiling her callous smile. “I’m going to kill you” she said, with the yellow light of fear still burning in her eyes. It began to spread all over the source wall, causing all the beings that once tried to pass the wall to awaken. It was through the power of fear that she gained control of them. “Hehehe…it’s just the beginning” she said, as she herself began to force the wall to move…across the universe.

The power levels of those in the vast distance distracted him for a brief moment, confused he said aloud "Y? What are you doing?" and with that question his mind was distracted as the seismic wave came towards him an launching him backwards. Shaking his head he growled low as skin had peeled away from the wave of energy, pieces of him grew back instantly as his skin returned. His eyes narrow and glow but before he has time to launch his attack a dagger is thrust, catching 9it between his palms he smiles wanting to turn the crazed boy into nothing but ash. "Begone! Ash!" A wave of molten energy bursts from his body. At this close range the boy would surely die, or so Ginju had hoped so. Releasing the dagger between his palms Ginju flips backwards and then forwards over the billowing cloud that surrounded Closure.

Landing not far from Stryke he didn't attack he simply looked him over as he spoke "You hurt me, you actually hurt me. What was that energy? Kinetic? How did Kinetic destroy my flesh? It was painful." He reached out an lunged towards Stryke. His hands red hot again hje launched a fist towards the Rider's stomach, then sweeping his feet he tried to take his feet from out under him. With even more agile moves he leaped into the air an raised his hands "I will worry about you two later, I need to figure out what has gotten into that woman's head." In an instant a flash of pain shot through him, Y had done something monumental. She was gone for a moment then, boom a spike in energy that he could feel even here. He couldn't figure out where exactly she was but she was even more powerful than he.

Stopping for a moment he looked back to his combatants, smiling wide "Well looks as if everything is fine. Can get back to you..." Looking to the cloud that was Closure he wondered if he had actually killed the kid, shrugging he looked to Stryke "You have one chance Rider, leave now or I begin to think of different ways of tearing the skin from your bones."