Test of Will

Their are some things in this world that cannot be explained. No matter how much logic or science is used to come up with conclusion the only answer in times like this are only more questions. It came out of nowhere, in the clam of the night when things seemed to be at the most peaceful but the people it effected was what raised the most eyebrows.

CNN Worldwide news

There have been several more reports of the object  that is now know as the Vice Bomb that landed in Versailles, France. For those of you that are unaware of what happened, a bomb was set off in France and for several minutes emitted some type of gas that is still unknown what it consisted of and if it is even lethal.  Several countries all the way from China to the U.S. have raised their threat levels and are all wondering what caused this disturbing phenomena. It has been reported by our colleagues in France, that Versailles only suffered minor damage and that.......wait THIS JUST IN...... I'm hearing the Vice Bomb gas only effects supers. It has strangely travels throughout the world and is only effecting supers reports are coming in from the US at this time. Some have died from it and others are experiencing major malfunctions. including loss of sight, hearing and even paralysis. Could this be the end of the super powered community as we know it. Only time will tell. Stay tuned for continuous live coverage on the Vice Bomb.

4 hours later

"Thanks for coming over in such short notice Doc, I don't know what happened. We were all fine then suddenly out of nowhere we all got messed up"

The Doctor used both hands to help Kurrent up from the bed that he was lying on while he was examined and spoke "I'm going to be completely honest with you Kurrent, you are perfectly fine so is the rest of your team. Your hand from the battle with Feral Nova has been restored but is still very vulnerable and the only thing in your system is that gas that seems to be leaving your body but at a very slow rate. I know that sounds crazy because you are all obviously not ok but medically you are all healthy. This has to be the doing of something that is beyond my scale of expertise but the positive in this that it may only be temporary being that your body is fine." Kurrent looked at the doctor and nodded his head with gratitude. Still things could not escape his mind so he decided to call a meeting for Veritas in the penthouse suite in New York they were staying in until the Statue got rebuilt.

The Doctor took his leave after checking Kurrent since he insisted that his teammates be checked first. After about 10 minutes he slowly made his way to the Living Room of the penthouse. He asked loudly ..."Is everyone here" and awaited their response. Soon after he spoke again "As you all can probably see  I have lost my sight and you have all lost something essential to doing what we do. The Doc says that it is a good possibility that this is not permanent, that the bomb made us like this and we just have to wait for it to wear off. With that said the villains aren't going to stop doing what they do. Even though they are effected they might not be as bad as us and are goign to take advantage so we have to find it in ourselves to stop whatev......"

Before Kurrent could finish saying what he was about to say the alarm went of in the penthouse. It was triggered to NATO Intel forces, something was happening and it was obvious that the villains were going to use this opportunity in their favor. It was now time to test their will and show the world what the people of the Vine universe were made of.

"Computer activate training room" deep in under the home of Midnightist located in his private mansion "run program rewind create holograms mimicking those of the various villains of vine city set power levels to one tenth of their normals levels" "directions approved beginning training simulation now". The mechanical voice said those words and soon the entire room began to be changed and altered due to the advanced holographic technology of Rest Industries. The background began to seem like New York when it was under attack from the Vine Villains long ago.

   In Paris, France, a cloaked, hunched, figure followed a twisting underground complex of old, disease filled, sewers. He moved hastily to where he was to meet his dark lord and master, wheezing and puffing, creating a clamor as he moved without need for stealth through the filthy halls. The fabled Parisian sewers are a massive labyrinth of tunnels and pipes, from which almost any part of the city can be accessed, and it holds many long unused chambers, creating isolated havens for the some of the world's unwanted, such as the verminous creature that now stalked it's damp corridors, the perfect sanctum for a man of his profession. Decades of years of muck and waste lie at the man's feet, a breeding ground for bacteria and disease, something the misshapen person was personally familiar with.
   The man approached a large iron grate, the damage of age and moisture were clearly apparent on its rusty surface, but even so it would be too much for the fragile person to lift out of his way. Instead, he called into the reeking darkness beyond, "Master?" His voice rasped horribly when he spoke. It gurgled from the phlegm in his esophagus and, crackled and hissed as if he had recently lost his voice, but his voice had been gone for years.
   "Is it done Pox?" The voice that responded to the decrepit croak was almost it's complete opposite. Strong, yet soothing, an almost lyrical baritone.
   "Yes my lord, the device has been planted." Pox hissed hoarsely back. He hacked uncontrollably as his unseen benefactor soon came into his view. Converse to Pox's disfigurement, the man stood with perfect posture, and walked with a commanding gate, and while he wasn't any taller than an average man, compared to the stunted ridden hunchback, he looked as if he could be near twelve feet tall. He wore shining steely armor that reflected what tiny bits of light had managed to find its way into the dark sanctum. He had a bright red cloak wrapped around his broad shoulders, with his hood down, uncovering his fine silvery hair.
   The foul beast finished his coughing fit, and continued to offer information to his knightly friend, "The device should go off soon, and the gas will scatter quickly as it hits the trade winds. Europe will be devastated within hours, then Asia, and finally it should hit the Americas."
   "And it only effects supers?"
   "Yes, lord. In my research I have discovered a single gene that all super powered individuals seem to share. Your body should be immune, for as far as I can tell, the man known as Slinger was a mere human when you occupied his body." Pox paused for a moment to catch his breath, coughed to futilely attempt to clear his lungs, then added, "I find it interesting that for all their strength, the superheros and villains share that one weakness that is so easily exploitable. At any rate, the disease should degenerate rapidly, the first super powered people affected should become whimpering puppies in the span of only a week or two." Pox looked up at his master, revealing his twisted frown, covered in pussy growths, pock marks, and boils, "It's unfortunate that the effects are only temporary."
   The man in armor smiled gently, and issued a stern warning to his afflicted companion, "Now Pox, we don't want them to die yet. There will be time for that once our army has been raised, and we are ready for the take over. I trust you have the cure ready then?"
   Pox lowered his head and hissed, "Yes, lord Baphomet. It is in production at the laboratory you so kindly rewarded me with. It should be ready for full use in a matter of days."
   The man reached out his gauntleted hand, removing his metal glove to reveal his bare hand, and reached out to touch his sinister servant, "You have done well. Your service will be rewarded further when I am in control." Blue light pulsed from Baphomet's hand and infused Pox with energy, temporarily relieving the pain from some of his ailments. Pox knew that the relief was only temporary, but had been promised that he would be permanently cured of all of his sickness if he followed the devil. "Now I must go to New York and continue my charade." The knight said, "I will return soon for the cure."

     You can say people are happy most of the time. Mad at their friends at others. For the madness it doesn't stay long. Fear does, always. It is not emmitted all the time, but kept dormant. Then when the things happen like people see snakes they scream , they quake, they undergo other not so selfless acts. The person doesn't know why it happens , it might be the slick skin, rough patches, etc. This fuels the Crimson Trinity. It is the epifeny of fear. It introduces the products that are not wanted. It introduces Chaos and Anarchy. Something no one is really connected too, unless you were born with that fire inside. That ability to not care for others, or maybe you changed paths in the middle of your life. Either way you lust for fear, and in that way you Sin more than anything else.
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  Hazes claimed the Earth of New York's Manhattan area. The place still wreaked of chaos, destruction, and fear. New York had been brought down time and time again and like everything around the Crimson Trinity the building concealing it quickly fell. Rubble and gases covered the ground in Manhattan as Damage Control hadn't been able to reach the area. Underneath the ground was a different matter. The Crimson Trinity boomed and bustled using different sewer routes to get out and perform their duties. The air condition filtered out the harmful gases and the rubble above the underground base couldn't get through the hard earth

  Laying on a couch under that same hard laid John. Flicking through channels to get to the News Channel. He knew that a bomb had gone off in France and he'd thought nothing of it. Never once bothering to tinker with the idea that it could affect him. Soon though, hours later his voice began to fail. He could no longer make a noise. He was voiceless, inaudable to everyone. He was like a arrow without it's bow, ready to let loose but unable because it had nothing to project it.

   Hingering his hand over the remote control John flicked to Channel fourty. Luckily New York was still getting TV transmissions. Raising the volume to it's maximum ability he stood up and listened intently on what the news reporters had to say. If this was correct he would put in Project Fear, a well thought out Crimson Trinity written plan. The Three Generals built the plan on fear itself. There were various other plans with codenames and Project Fear was not so important so Shot had decided to use it before it became out of date.The plan revolved around TCTcutting out world leaders and leave the world to fend for themselfs. It would cause uprisings as people attempted to fill in the positions but the plan all started in America.

There have been several more reports of the object  that is now know as the Vice Bomb that landed in Versailles, France. For those of you that are unaware of what happened, a bomb was set off in France and for several minutes emitted some type of gas that is still unknown what it consisted of and if it is even lethal.  Several countries all the way from China to the U.S. have raised their threat levels and are all wondering what caused this disturbing phenomena. It has been reported by our colleagues in France, that Versailles only suffered minor damage and that.......wait THIS JUST IN...... I'm hearing the Vice Bomb gas only effects supers. It has strangely travels throughout the world and is only effecting supers reports are coming in from the US at this time. Some have died from it and others are experiencing major malfunctions. including loss of sight, hearing and even paralysis. Could this be the end of the super powered community as we know it. Only time will tell. Stay tuned for continuous live coverage on the Vice Bomb.

When the news reporters voice stopped John became angered. I know what the hell is happening....god can you be any freaking slower.... At least I know the plan can be put into action. Turning around he side stepped around the couch he had been plastered on and moved down a lightly light corrador. Turning a corner he bursted into a wooden door. Walking out onto the wooden floor John moved to a computer and zipped it on.

Typing a password in John flicked through files until he got what he wanted. Printing twenty pages he got up and moved to the printer. When the papers where John grabbed folders nearby and stuck seperate papers in each one. Grabbing a stamp John stamped each one with PRIVATE INFORMATION right on the top. Satisfied he turned the computer on slowly after speeding through everything.

In the darkness he slipt back out of the door he had closed and walked to the gathering room A.K.A. Meeting. Pushing through the glass doors John dropped a folder infront of each chair. Pressing a red button to get the rest of TCT he thought in his mind what the papers inside would say.

If  he'd remember correctly they'll tell the team to spread out and attack the American Army Systems at one time. From the Pentagon to Langly, NSA Headquarters to UN Building and some various places in Washington D.C.After they had taken all of these places down, killing or holding hostage the people around these places they would then work to take the Countries outside of America out .All by making their world leaders dissappearing and with America's leader left without other help would have to work by itself. It was perfect, quickly the regular population would freak out in FEAR.

Still not able to talk John left the projecter to do his job. It would tell the team how to work without him. Slipping out of the board room John moved to a larger room. It was a extension of the hallway and folded out into a triangle. In the middle were two jets. High Tec to the brim. There he jumped into a smaller version of the both and flicked a series of switches and buttons. When the engines started he watched as infront of him a tunnel opened. Pushing forwards the jet flew straight through the tunnel until it came out of a slight bit atop the water. From where he had taken off he could see Lady Liberty badly beaten with destruction. Ignoring it John turned the jet on a dime and zipped off to Washington D.C., where he would be putting the dastardly plan in full force.

Still in a suit ,John made no mention in his mind of it ,as he knew his uniform and weapons were behind his seat. Now all he had to do was watch as the world burn but most of all he wanted to destroy the ones that protected it. The heroes of this era. They were blinded of what the world was like. Ignoring it like it was to well hidden for them to see. The truth was though that it was infront of them. They were just to good hearted to see it.

For as of who he wanted to take out it was simple. Veritas, they had given hope to too many people in the world . The ultimate fear would be unleashed the moment TCT took them out. Seemingly though he didn't want them to die quickly , he wanted to torcher them. The fierceness of his thoughts would of burned a normal persons body to the worst extense. This was his ideal, and since John knew that the Heroes were recuperating from their losses it would be a much more easier task at destroying the world from the inside out. This was the perfect time and place to complete his movement while under the banner of the Crimson Trinity.

Under the night sky in the downtown area of Manhattan, a lady was walking to her car. The woman was wearing some jewels, while she was trying to fit the key in her car door, two men walk out of the alley and a third one was crossing the street coming to the woman’s direction.  “Hello, pretty lady, Isn’t it a little late to be outside? All alone?” The woman was desperate trying to fit the key in the door. “I came to see my mother” She replied and the key finally fit and she is able to open the door. “Oh.” Said the talking man, “Oh, well I came to see her too” {Laughter in the background} “I hope you don’t mind we pay her a little visit.” {Laughter} The man was getting close to her and the woman pull out a maze and spray the man right on his eyes. “AAAH!, YOU B!TCH!, Get her!” The two other guys then walk over to her and she tried to maze them as well but one of them took the self defense tool from her and slapped her. “That’s what you get, you wh#re” The muggers rip out the woman’s collar the other grabbed her purse as the woman cried for help.  

“Hey dummies!” The two muggers look up to the house roof from where they heard the voice coming, then out of nowhere the newest vigilante in town drop on the roof of the lady’s car “I'm here, bozos!”  The two muggers look back and the Red Spider wraped her legs around the man’s head and shoulders then holding the man tight with her thighs she drops her body backwards and with the momentum the man is dropped on his head. {Thud / Painful grunt}  “What the hell?” Yelled the other mugger. Red Spider then looking up while on  squatting position she sees the second mugger  drawing a butterfly knife. “Nice” Said Red Spider then thrusting her arm fort aiming at the man’s hand she deploys web fluid from under her wrist, the fluid strapped to the man’s hand and she pulled the knife from his hand “I’ll take that!” said the Red Spider right before catching the knife. The Red Spide then took down the mugger by leaping in the air and kicking him several times right on his face. “I guess that’s it” she said while looking at the two mugers on the floor.  “Think again!” She heard the raspy voice of the first mugger,(The one that had been maze.) “Who said that?” Red Spider turns around and is hit with some sort of impact concentrated energy blast. Red Spider had been hit so hard she rolled four times backwards on the ground. “Ugh” As Red Spider tries to get back to her senses and trying to get back up on her feet, the mugger came at her with a energy sphere circuling his fist, ready to deliver a killing blow. “I’m so tired of you web heads! You cast you last web Spider fake!” The mugger prepared to launch the attack at the Red Spider. Her eyes widen realizing it was the end as she saw the man thrusting the energy fist at her, but then, “Uh? Ugh! UGHHH!” The energy on the man’s first simply vanishes and he just collapses right in front of her.

{Thud}

 “Uh? What happened?” Red Spider ask herself as she slowly get to her feet. “He just stopped and fell” The victim of the muggers come and thank the Red Spider for saving her, “Thank you, thank you so much” said the lady, “You’re very welcome” replied Red Spider. The woman then went inside her mother’s house and Red Spider still clueless of why the man simply collapse she grabbed the three muggers and tied them to a lamp post. “He was about to kill me and he dropped? Well I guess I’m just lucky” Red Spider then ran to the alley and leap on the wall and began to crawl up to the top, she dropped sited right on the roof floor and took off her mask, “I guess it is harder than it looked, specially without natural powers” Sammy after Adam’s sudden disappearance had take a Spider Alter ego.

Sammy's apparment

Sammy began to undress and while taking the tech-Red Spider suit off, the impact she had taken from that mutant was marked clearly on her abdomen. “That’s gong to be a killer in the morning” she said while looking at the red patch product of the blast. Sammy then turns on the TV and finally realize what is going on in the world.

CNN Worldwide news
There have been several more reports of the object  that is now know as the Vice Bomb that landed in Versailles, France. For those of you that are unaware of what happened, a bomb was set off in France and for several minutes emitted some type of gas that is still unknown what it consisted of and if it is even lethal.  Several countries all the way from China to the U.S. have raised their threat levels and are all wondering what caused this disturbing phenomena. It has been reported by our colleagues in France, that Versailles only suffered minor damage and that.......wait THIS JUST IN...... I'm hearing the Vice Bomb gas only effects supers. It has strangely travels throughout the world and is only effecting supers reports are coming in from the US at this time. Some have died from it and others are experiencing major malfunctions. including loss of sight, hearing and even paralysis. Could this be the end of the super powered community as we know it. Only time will tell. Stay tuned for continuous live coverage on the Vice Bomb.

Sammy looking worried at the television while holding her abdomen she sighs, “Well that explains a lot.” She then grabs a towel “I better check in with the team, umm after I shower that is, I don‘t know how these heroes can stand those warm suits for so long” Sammy taking off the rest of the suit heads to the bathing room and close the door. Sammy had proven to be a great field agent after all, but no one must know of her alter ego, not even Veritas. 

Adorning his skull helm the unknown man stalked down his stoned castle hall way. His dark boots clicking with every step as he made his way to the command center. News broadcasts were scattered across his screens as he listened in. A mysterious bomb had detonated in France, the gas quickly filling the air and spreading across the world. It seemed as if someone had decided to strike out against the world's superiors. It was a cleverly built device that crippled the Super human population, stripping some of their powers while out right killing some. It was a time of chaos amongst the super powered, a time to make a name and fill the world with Fear. Tapping into the broadcast frequency that was distributing the news world wide he decided to make his first World Appearance...

 The screens fizzled for a brief second as his hack worked into the program, then as the static cleared out he was sitting in a massive throne. The camera zooming in on on his Blood Red Skull that held no eyes in the socket. He had the feel and look of death around him, his voice bone chattering as he spoke. "Heroes of the World for too long have you had your way with the villains, foiling their plans and plots, locking them away one after another or chasing the more powerful and well connected into the shadows. Today I come before you with a choice, Join me and receive your cure. I give you twenty four hours to decide your own fates". With no other words he canceled the feed, it once again going to static as he blocked all attempt to try and trace his location. Settling back into his lush chair he began to laugh. The world had seen nothing yet.

Crimson knew it was all false, there was no cure. At least none that he knew of. But it would be fun to watch and see which hero lined up ready to trade in his morals for a cure. To see who among them would trade their souls to live just a little longer. In the end he would see how far he could push the heroes before they would break. How far would each of them go to save their own lives. The games would begin, soon they would know of the Legacy that was Crimson Death. Soon the world would tremble at the mere mention of his name.

From the moment Joey Bedlam awake, he knew today would go down as one of the most horrid days in world history. For the past two hours, CNN, Fox News Network, and every other major news station had been running a story on what was being called The Vice Bomb that had hit Versailles, France. It had admitted some type of gas at the ground zero area, but that was it. Shrugging the news about the Vice bomb off, Joey B. had more important matters to deal with. Hell, he was a quarter of the world away in his loft in Soho. While others left the New York area for fear of being killed in the next crisis to befall the Fabled "City that doesn't sleep", Joey B. Was buying everything his could get his hands on. Better to be the one that's a part of the change that the one who has to adapt to it was Joey's thoughts.

Pulling the plush, crushed linen sheets from over him, Joey swung his legs over the side of the bed and lifted himself up. He knew The one of the generals of The Crimson Trinity would have a plan for how they could make the most of this situation, all he had to do was wait and see who would be the first to make contact with him. Walking across his bedroom, Joey ran his hands across the 59 inch flat screen he had liberated from the loft's former owners, then over the leather couch that sat in front of it. Joey was a man who liked pricey things. In fact, he liked them more than people. As he continued through the room, Joey stopped by the huge central window and watched as helicopter after helicopter continued to transport supplies need to finish rebuilding the Statue of Liberty. Screw the statue was all Joey could think. He was happy to see it in it's current condition. It meant that the members of the government superteam Veritas Inc was still on shaky ground.

Chuckling as he walked past the window, Joey stopped as all the sound in the room seemed to go mute. Shaking his head, Joey had replayed what the news anchor had said earlier....something about the gas only affecting superhumans or what not. Joey had thought himself to be safe. He was a quarter of the world away. Damn, that Vice Bomb. It was more harmful that he thought. Frustrated with his sudden loss of hearing, Joey began to tear the room apart. Smashing anything within arm's reach, Joey was living up to his "Bedlam" nickname until his laptop began to blink to life.

Trying to calm himself before one of his superiors saw him in one of his little fits of rage, Joey picked up the laptop and began to to see a file was being sent to him. After a few moments, the file had completely downloaded, and Joey began to flick through a number of possible targets. He had been there when his generals Roulette and First Shot first brainstormed basic plotline for what was now called "Project Fear". As the two man went back and forth, ping ponging ideas between each other, one of the main people who was discussed was a man by the name of Dr. Warren Flagg. He was the man in charge of the NSA. Every mission, order, and security check went through him. He had more cloak and dagger missions, and been involved with more wetworks than the CIA, FBI, and Navy SEALS teams had been in over the past twenty-six years.  He was one of the most powerful men in the United States. And few people even knew who he was. Joey B. respected a man who knew a thing or two about secrecy. That's why he was Joey's mark. It was suppose to be an difficult job even for someone with Joey's abilities, but his loss of hearing was gonna make it that much harder. He wouldn't be able to hear anything. Not even the sound of his own voice. Hell, he didn't even know if he could talk. 

Dropping the laptop to the floor, Joey began to make his way to his closet. Stepping over the mess he had made during his temper  tantrum, Joey pulled open the double doors of his walk in closet, and stepped inside. Inside, Joey walked past rack after of famous designer suit. Everything from Hugo Boss to Calvin Klein. If it was ever in fashion, Joey had it. Stepping in front of a sectional full of shoes, Joey lifted one of the racks and a bright red lazer shot out. Lowering his head so that his right eye was directly in the path of the lazer, Joey waited what seemed like forever until the sectional lowered into the floor and another brightly lit room was revealed. Stepping into the room, Joey began to suit up in a form fitting black and red garb that covered his entire body. He liked the way the outfit felt. It was like a second skin. Grabbing and putting on his crimson boots and gloves, Joey made his way over to a brutish looking sword that had to be at least four and a half feet long and two feet wide. It was his weapon of choice. Few had the strength to wield it, let alone master it. It was joey's pride and joy. Reaching behind the sword to retreive the slender back harness for the sword, Joey B.'s mind raced with thoughts of all the mayhem and carnage he would do that day. He was gonna kill anything that got in his way. Man, women, or child. If it was breathing, it was dead. Slipping the harness on, Joey grabbed the sword and slid it home into it's harness. 

Turning to make his way down a dusty flight of stairs, Joey hop onto his costom 1100 Ducati sports bike. It was black with a blood red trim, and chromed out. He loved the power the bike had. As well as it's speed. Lifting the kick stand with his right foot, Joey began to step back taking the bike with him until he was in front of a huge black tunnel. Back in the day, these old darkened tunnels were used as sewer ways for the city. Now, they were used as a traveling systems for the Crimson Trinity. Clicking on the headlights of the bike, Joey began to rev it's engine, letting it purr as loudly as it could. And with another flick of his wrists, he was off inside the old tunnel, on his way to have a private audience with Dr. Warren Flagg. And only one of them was leaving out of there alive.                             

"Heroes of the World for too long have you had your way with the villains, foiling their plans and plots, locking them away one after another or chasing the more powerful and well connected into the shadows. Today I come before you with a choice, Join me and receive your cure. I give you twenty four hours to decide your own fates".

He watched the television screen posted to the surface of the building in rage, at the scarlet skull. A cure just to join this fiend’s wicked legion. There had to be more to it that, what the named eye could see. It sounded too easy. The behemoth tried to shake off the idea, of turning in his spirit for a cure. Unfortunately, it was still there. Sinking into his mind. As if attempting to force him to make the choice of vital need. He rushed at the wall inside the statue of liberty, smashing it without flaw. Trying to punish himself, for even giving thought to the matter. He then began bear himself, and tried not to turn into a mental case. For if that was such a fate, the world be in a much more disturbing dilemma then they are currently subduing. He moved to the coastal area, and with his dark arts he created an electrical current, which dropped into the indigo ocean.

A small cluster of fish rose, still trembling from the shock. He use telekinetic power to bring the fish to himself. He then gripped the handful of small mouth bass and tossed them into his mouth swallowing them whole. He had to utilize every resource he had, for his poverty did not put a meal in his system. The rotten odor of raw fish clogged the area, causing him to pucker his nose. He decided it as time to get to the initiator of this traumatic incident. This had not been the first time New York had been brought down to the ruins. Crumbled by the most mischievous plans. New York and D.C. had been the main places sought on destruction. Why? Because of the population. The more people die, means he more chance of heroes sacrificing themselves. Leaving the world vulnerable.

He directed his attention to the blazing torches and laid waste (his own urine) across the room. He took the torch and tossed it into the black liquid, and watched as the place went ablaze. Even he knew New York had retaliated too many times. It was time to put an old dog to sleep. He took another enormous leap back to mankind where mayhem was still in play. He needed to make certain sacrifices, to impress the villains. Then hopefully it would be enough to gain their trust so he could invade the private documents of this incident. He could only hope that his chaos did not bring about the attention of the heroes. Or might be in for more than he expected. Following with his plan, he clutched the bottom and topside of the nearby vehicle and commenced by tossing it at the gas station. Resulting with the large explosion. He then with his large foot began booting at the fire hydrants as water sprayed to high elevations. He knew these actions would bring consequences he only hoped, this cure was worth more.    

 
Sammy was stuck on traffic in her SUV in the middle of main street, many of the other vehicles were taking mutants and supers to the hospital. {Horn honking in the background} “C’mon! C’mon! This teach me for driving in middle of a crisis.” said Sammy who was dressed casual now. Looking back to trying to see if she could find a way out she notice a sick kid in the car behind her and three more kids that appear not to be affected by the virus. “Affects supers and mutants.. The kid ether have powers already or the mutant gene, who could of done such terrible thing to the super community?” {desperate honking behind her}*Sighing* "Idiots! Honking will do nothing! Just be patient, damn-it!” Sammy then turns on the TV in the SUV trying to get better informed of what is going on.

{CNN NEWS REPORTER}

(Cut in to a on going transmission) “….And this was what was transmitted through a world wide transmission.”

"Heroes of the World for too long have you had your way with the villains, foiling their plans and plots, locking them away one after another or chasing the more powerful and well connected into the shadows. Today I come before you with a choice, Join me and receive your cure. I give you twenty four hours to decide your own fates".

The TV shift back to the CNN studio. “These were the received transmission before the terrorist faded, authorities had no real identification of the terrorist that claim to have a cure to this terrible disease. The white house have been informed of the transmission--”

Sammy turn off the TV as she was attending the slow moving traffic. “The white house, please. All they do is get in the way and count the casualties, their forces are like ants to these villains, I wonder how the team are doing..” Sammy jumping impatience on the car seat she hit’s the honk several times “C’MON! Lets go! Geez, what’s the hold up?” Sammy walk out of the SUV holding a couple of binoculars on her hand, she climb up to the roof of the SUV and looks at the sea of cars in front of hers and far in the distance there are paramedics, ambulances and  helicopters picking up victims, some of the super humans had died while driving to the hospital. “Oh, wow.. So that’s why.. Uhh, I need to get out of here” Sammy went back in the SUV and grabbed her phone “I’m getting out of here” she says before dialing the last number. Sammy places the phone on her ear and waits for an answer, the receptor picks up the phone. “Director, I need air support I’m in middle of main street, this places is a sea of cars and I don’t think I be able to get out of it, can you sent someone I really need to know how is the team.. Very well I’ll be waiting, Ciao” Sammy hangs up the phone and sit back waiting for her lift off to grab her and take her to the ultra secret Veritas inc temporary HQ....The penthouse.
 

A small branch fell to the ground, as the hum of a sword cut through it. Sap sprayed from the stump of a branch, then was soon stopped. Branch after branch, until the row of trees was well trimmed. The person who stood there was not any ordinary person; it was Cly, who grasped his razor sharp, unbreakable sword, Valor. He was doing community service, for some reason. A kid walked by on the sidewalk, then stopped. “Hey! Aren’t you Cly from the hero team We Are Legend?” Cly glanced up, then continued his work. “Yup kid, that’s me.” The kid looked around, with a slight worried look on his face. “Where is Esmeralda?” Cly replied, “She is back at the HQ, sleeping. She did not feel like doing this job with me.” The kid nodded, then rushed over to him. “Please! Please! Can I have your autograph?” Cly looked a little annoyed, but agreed. “I hope you don’t mind about that shirt.” Cly swung Valor through the air, very quickly, and cut his initials into the kid’s shirt. The kid was overfilled with joy. “Thank you so much! Wait until I show all of my friends!” Cly barely managed to crack a smile. He was not in the best mood today, mostly because of this job he had to do, how boring. Cly continued for hours, as he trimmed hundreds of trees.

Unintentionally, a tree was cut in half, and fell over. What in the world was that? Cly turned completely around, and ran towards the road. Uh…I’m not doing this! He slammed into a brand new pickup truck, and accidentally dug a huge hole in it with Valor. The guy who owns this is going to kill me! Cly turned around, and saw a man come out of a store, who had keys in his hand. Run! Cly ran from the scene, and seemed to be doing okay. What is wrong with me? First there was the cutting of the tree in half, then the crazy slam and stab the pickup truck? Maybe I need some sugar or something. Cly walked toward a store, and on his way shoved a garbage can over. That wasn’t me! What? Why are my muscles whack? Cly walked into the store, and did a few skips. The salesclerk looked at him strangly. “Uh…can I help you sir?” Cly stopped, and came to the counter. “YES! Give me anything that is loaded with sugar!” While he waited, Cly glanced toward the TV.

CNN Worldwide news

There have been several more reports of the object  that is now know as the Vice Bomb that landed in . For those of you that are unaware of what happened, a bomb was set off in France and for several minutes emitted some type of gas that is still unknown what it consisted of and if it is even lethal.  Several countries all the way from to the have raised their threat levels and are all wondering what caused this disturbing phenomena. It has been reported by our colleagues in , that only suffered minor damage and that.......wait THIS JUST IN...... I'm hearing the Vice Bomb gas only effects supers. It has strangely travels throughout the world and is only effecting supers reports are coming in from the at this time. Some have died from it and others are experiencing major malfunctions. including loss of sight, hearing and even paralysis. Could this be the end of the super powered community as we know it. Only time will tell. Stay tuned for continuous live coverage on the Vice Bomb.

Cly suddenly got a look of horror on his face. Oh no, I’m doomed. The clerk extended out his arm. “Here you go, that will be 8 bucks.”Eight bucks! DUDE! I’ve never paid that much in my life for candy! Cly reached into his pocket, and pulled out a eight dollars. He handed it to the man, but his muscles made him unable to release the wad of cash. Cly yelled, “Let go!” The clerk’s face turned red. “This is my money now! Do not tell me to let go!” Cly shook his head, as his arm involuntarily pulled the money back and stuffed it in his own mouth. What? The clerk was really ticked now, and came out from behind the counter. “When I am done with you, there will not be anything left punk!” Cly tried to run, but his legs felt like weights. Then, suddenly, both of his arms shot up, and he slapped the clerk five times on each cheek. “Sorry, very sorry.” Then Cly’s arms came up to his very own collar, and began to choke himself. This is interesting...not. Man, I wish I wasn't so strong. The furious clerk saw his opportunity, and slugged Cly right in the face, which knocked him out cold.

The clerk pulled out his phone, and dialed 911. “Hello, 911? Yes, okay. I have a madman here, that was trying to rob me of my candy. He is insane! Yes, you’ll be right down here? Good.” A green tail smashed through the door, which shattered the glass all over the room. It wrapped around Cly, and pulled him out, then was gone.

6 hours later…

Cly’s eyes shot open, as he jumped up to his feet. What happened out there? Cly turned around to see Esmeralda. I was, I…was just trimming, when it happened. My muscles went haywire. Now everyone is after me. She didn’t look convinced. Haywire? You have got to be kidding me, right? Cly shook his head. Here, I’ll show you. See this glass vase. Watch as I try to pick it up. He reached for it, but right before his hand made it to the vase, his hand shot through the vase, which broke it into a multitude of pieces. See? Esmeralda flicked her tail. That is very strange indeed. Let’s go find the others. Oh, you should leave Valor here, just in case.Oh, yeah… She took off, and held Cly tight.

The alarm sounded and like a good black clad super hero Midnightist got up and ready for battle his body was still tired from his near fatal heart attack. "What do you think your doing you just had a heart attack from being dosed my a deadly drug. You are in now condition to go out in the world and try to be a hero. Who knows how this thing could come at you next you might still develop symptoms worse than what you have now." "Look doctor no offense but I didn't start fighting bad guys cause it was going to be easy. Every day I get up and put this sit on I risk my life today I just know what might kill and thats all the difference."

The 15-year old boy, dressed in a black coat with red clouds, a headband with a forehead protector, and sandals, stepped into the huge room in front of him. As the thick metal gate behind shut with a bang, his green eyes wandered along the cold and dark metal walls in the distance....this was the training facility of the superhero team We Are Legend, and the boy was known as Izaac Drake, or to the public, The Wanderer. Simulation: Initiated, were the words spoken by the facility's AI, the female yet robotic voice echoed through the room. Depressing thoughts shrouded Izaac's mind as he watched energy "mists" forming a simulation of a pine forest under a clear night sky. Sigh...such a pain in the @ss to have to do this, but if I don't, I might kill someone with fire next time I get angered...the burns Precise got from our fight earlier were kinda ugly. Just because I happen to go out of control as soon as the flames emerge. Oh well. A mantra of the things he hated the most repeated itself in his head while several projections similar to warrior robots of steel, but still sensitive to heat, appeared in various spots in the woods. The AI spoke again. Objective: Destroy your opponents with fire, but do not harm the forest.Got it...not like I expected a different scenario or anything. The hate mantra started to take effect, an almost invisible aura spread itself over his body and clothes, to protect him from his own heat.

 His eyes glowing blue, the veins burning from the fire, Izaac suddenly bursted into a blue and intense flame. Launching himself away with telekinesis, he passed several trees (but still on ground-level) in a flash and directed an intense fire burst from his right hand, easily destroying one opponent that was standing about 4 meters in front of him, as well as illuminating the dark woods in a blue shine for a second. As the "robot" was, in actuality, nothing more than a light construct, it faded away as if it had been just a mirage. Wanderer stood down on the ground next to the spot the simulation had been, and absorbed the excess flames around, easily. Moving on to next target...this will hardly be as easy as the first one. Turning about 90 ° to the right as the sixth sense warned him for danger, a sharp dagger whizzed through the air, aimed for Wanderer. The boy raised his left palm, as if to were to catch it with telekinesis, but when he realized it was too fast to catch, he dodged quickly, seemingly making it miss. Turning his head back, looking at the blade stuck in the moss, he grabbed it with telekinesis and threw it back to its original source, hence piercing through another one of those hostile humanoid projections. Now having the upper hand, Izaac sent a concentrated burst of fire, from the same palm, aiming for the projection about 10 meters away. The opponent was struck and faded away, but some tree branches had been in the burst's way and soon, a lot of trees were set ablaze. Izaac watched the golden and orange flames for a second before seeing that some the moss on the ground he was standing on was glowing in the same blue color his eyes were glowing. What? He looked down, and noticed that the glowing fluid was dripping from his own arm...it was his own blood. The rage that had fueled the fire suddenly went away, his eyes were now filled with fear and surprise, and the blood reverted back into the classic, non-glowing, crimson color. Looking up to the star-covered, simulated sky, Izaac reached out his telepathic ability to the simulator machine and transmitted his thoughts to it. End the simulation. NOW! An energy pulse soon went through the facility, causing the pine forest to dissipate and effectively ending the fire. Simulation: Ended.

The boy was now standing in the middle of the room, surrounded by the metal walls like earlier. Slowly pulling away the black coat's left sleeve, a deep cut in the arm was revealed as his eyes widened at the sight. Must have been the flying dagger, maybe I wasn't fast enough to dodge it after all...but why didn't I feel anything? It should have hurt like hell...but even now when I see it, it doesn't hurt...what the heck's going on?!?!  The gate opened and Wanderer ran out, heading straight to WAL's infirmary.

A minute later...
After entering a username and password to the monitor outside the infirmary, the door slid open, revealing a brightly enlit room full of various medical technology and other things. The surprises weren't over yet, as Izaac stepped inside, he noticed that a lot of the WAL students, including Darko, Sozuko, Jumper, Carlos and more, were there. He turned to the only one of them who wasn't lying in a hospital bed, the WAL butler Mr. French. What the heck is going on here? First I get a deep cut in my arm without noticing anything, and then I see that the WAL students are all over this place?  Mr French turned to him and answered. I don't know anything about your arm, Sir, but they are all suffering from the world-wide phenomena of the Vice bomb gas. You could take a look for yourself, Sir. French reached for a remote and switched on a television in the room, first showing a recorded video of CNN Worldwide News, explaining the phenomena and the effects of it. So that explains it...that I couldn't feel the wound must be because of this Vice bomb. French continued after the video ended. It appears to be true, all WAL students seem to have been affected...EXCEPT for Alika. Since he is all human, this didn't effect him at all. Izaac looked at the TV screen, not really hearing what French said. I see... Wanderer had a random hunch --maybe it was his danger sense, maybe it wasn't-- and he grabbed the remote and switched to another channel, showing something that was being sent in the same exact moment. A fearsome red skull could be discerned. "Heroes of the World: For too long have you had your way with the villains, foiling their plans and plots, locking them away one after another or chasing the more powerful and well connected into the shadows. Today I come before you with a choice, join me and receive your cure. I give you 24 hours to decide your own fates." French seemed to be somewhat worried, while Wanderer showed no such expression, even though that was only because he hid it well. That didn't make sense, Sir. According to the tests that were taken on the WAL students, their blood fights the gas intently at the moment, but we believe the effects of the gas will disperse soon. You're saying...that the red skull person might be lying? Perhaps so, Sir. As Izaac turned around, wrapped his arm in some bandage, and walked towards the door, he responded to French. Alright, I'll go out and look into this...thing...maybe there's a faster solution than just waiting for it to wear off. Besides, someone has to look after the countless number of mutants, metas and otherwise who might be injured or in need of help... Good luck, Sir, whispered French, his voice carrying some amount of worry.

Soon...
The doors of the WAL building's main entrance opened, and Wanderer ran outside, quickly scanning over the buildings and traffic jams of Los Angeles, before lifting off the ground, flying away to the dark blue sky with the sun going down in the horizon. Whoever caused all this, will regret whatever he --or she, has done.

Constantine stood atop a skyscraper his eyes darting from side to side, he stopped and studied each of the different faces down below him. He knew they were all screaming - the majority anyway - and he knew he should have been able to hear them.. but nothing. To Constantine this was above the abnormal, his hearing was attuned above the average human, for the simple fact he was a vampire. And in all his years of being an immortal he has never been deaf, like he was now and quite truthfully, this scared him.

The fact that he was deaf be the reason he stood atop this tall building set in London, normally when he had problem hurling himself from a building would have it solved, it was a part of his healing factor, once he died, the chromosomes in his body rearranged to form a new healthy body for him. Out the corner of his he saw the flash of red and blue and he knew the police where there, although his hearing were ruined his eyesight still remained at it's best, along with his sense of smell, even from hear he could smell all that was around him, the strongest of scents was that of a young females blood, it smelled so sweet and he wanted it, Con glanced down and could see cops entering the building.

No doubt they were climbing all those stairs, to try and tell him not to jump, but Con wouldn't be able to hear them, so it was time to jump. He took a breath and flung himself from the building. He could feel the cold rush of the wind on his face, but his blood pulsed and his temper reached top heights when realised he couldn't hear it and he already missed the sound of rushing wind, he lifted his face upward and forced his arms to his side, his eyes streamed with water as he stared down toward the ground the wind slashing into his eyes. The ground was coming toward him fast.

He embraced the feeling and closed his eyes, within seconds he came upon impact.

By connecting his two retractable Kali sticks together Kurrent was able to make a large cane that he swung from side to side in front of him to avoid collisions. Had this been the Statue he might not have needed it because he was extremely familiar with the layout but getting used to Veritas's temporary accommodations was now even more hard to do. The Alarm continued to blare and Kurrent spoke again to all that were around  to hear before he took off..

"As it pains me to say this I will be no good to this team in the front line. I will be out there with you though. I'll be in a Zoom Tube following leads using the computer to navigate me to where I am needed. WE CAN GET THROUGH THIS, We have done harder things in the past but right now we need to prioritize and figure out what the most dangerous thing going on is. Also communication is probably the most important thing that is going to keep us all alive right now" He began to walk away slamming the impromptu cane into the wall as he made his way until the elevator and said  'Ohhh yeah one more thing, VERITAS UNITE" After about five minutes he finally made it to the elevator and remembering where the button was located for the lower level he used his right hand to feel around until he was sure that he was pressing the right one. It might of been his pride being bruised but the Hero did not want any help. He figured that he had to learn how to cope with this disability and didn't want anyone holding his hand if you will.

In the parking garage of the the penthouse building were all seven Veritas Zoom Tubes. Kurrent slowly walked out listening for moving vehicles to make sure he did not get hit. and said out loud. ZOOM TUBE 1 to my location quickly the Zoom Tube furthest from him hovered from it's parking space and flew right in front of The Hero. He slowly got  in and retracted his sticks back into two separate pieces while adjusting his body to fit into the seat. When he was comfortable he began to speak to the Zoom Tube built in computer.

Computer, What triggered that alarm - K

Several instances have occurred that have sounded the alarm, they are as follows,1) A man has threated the heroes of the world by managing to hack the television satellites, 2)The Statue of Liberty has been attacked again and reconstruction efforts have been stalled.  ZT1

WHAT we were attacked again, was it the VV - K

That information is unknown at the moment - ZT1

Engage auto pilot, take me to the Statue of Liberty, when we arrive hover over it at a safe distance - K

Affirmative auto pilot engaged - ZT1

The Zoom Tube began to turn around while in a hover and headed out of the garage with the Statue of Liberty as its destination. It was in complete control and Kurrent had to rely on technology to be his eyes for this investigation something that he found undeniably disturbing.

He continued his neutral tyranny, reigning chaos on the streets of New York City. Wanting the city to crumble at his feet. Was he a villain or a hero? No. Still he knew the difference between evil and motive. He was simply in it with a motive. Do you really want to know why, NYC is always was assaulted simply because of the large population of heroes who reside there. They don’t understand, they don’t need to stay there to protect the citizens. That’s only going to bring more uproar. The only way to really save the citizens is to evacuate the city. No matter where the heroes and heroines, move too as long as they’re in packs they well always be a major cause of death to the human society. He could only hope that his wreckage, of the city would drive them to spread out. Maybe they would get the message. After all non-verbally, was his only way of communication.

He advanced towards the bus station, filled with many vacant school busses. He stood behind the hefty automobile, and with his fist he crushed his way through its metal exterior. Leaning down and pulling back, he had elevated the bus to on his shoulder. Crouching down just a little, and then springing up and released the yellow motor vehicle. It toppled into CNN news station. He knew CNN was the largest news corporation ever. His assail may have affected them but only for a short period of time. Now he had to find out how to execute the heroes and the villains. He continued his demolition by crushing important pipes to the city’s water system. Now they would still have water but it would be polluted to the point where it was poisonous. Therefore harming humans also. He needed flush out the bastards.

Immediately he witnessed several humans, scurry from their quiet homes and puke out the hazardous liquid. Some feel to their deaths instantly, others only eel to their feet dragging themselves like brainless zombies. He looked up in the sky at an incoming helicopter, oddly he didn’t prepare for an attack but more of an aid. The helicopter was part of his gear granter’s company. The person gave Kado all of the weapon upgrades needed. A large weapon seemed to drop down at him, and it’s sharp edge dug into the cement. He yanked it up into his hand, on one side of the long seven foot rod was a metal edge. One side was an axe, the other was a hammer. A card slowly drifted down as helicopter sped away.

                Dear Titan,

I could not upgrade your, weapon. It seemed to be protected by an unknown divine power source. All I can say is be careful, don’t let it get into the wrong hands.

He didn’t worry too much about that, seeing that he was the only one who had the will power to wield it. He twisted it around, striking at the filthy air. It felt good to hold onto the ancient weapon again. As he stomped down the streets, he swung out of control with the weapon known as champ. Bring down shelters, homes, and even large buildings. It wouldn’t be long before the heroes and the villains saw him as supreme threat. Only problem was he hoped that it flushed them out the city instead of him becoming wanted man.    

Sammy had been picked by a helicopter in the driveway along with her SUV.  “So, where should we take you ma’am?” Asked the pilot to Sammy. “Take me to this location.” replied Sammy while giving the pilot the coordinates of the new HQ. “You got it ma’am.”

Sammy was taken to the HQ the helicopter descended not far away from the penthouse and dropped her SUV then Sammy descended to the ground with a ladder. The helicopter elevated and went on his way While Sammy thank them over the communicator and wave at them as they disappear into the distance.

The brainy lady then gets back on her SUV and switch it on "Ahh, it feels good to be out of the traffic." Sammy drives just a couple of blocks and arrived at the apartment building. Walking in while looking up Sammy could see Alpha guard having some sort of difficulty flying “Seems like Veritas haven’t found a cure” Sammy went in the elevator and it took her up to the penthouse. Sammy walks in and realize the emergency alarm had been activated “What in the world?” she says while walking to a desk and opening her laptop. Sammy sits down and began typing on her laptop, she realize the heroes were already on the move to attend a new attack on the statue of liberty. Sammy widen her eyes and she open the line of her communicators.

“Are you guys freaking insane?” ask Sammy through the communicators  “Look at you - you guys are in no condition to be fighting!”  But Sammy to the heroes was like a new wall just like the doctor’s words. "Listen, what about that thing that showed up on TV it said there was some sort of a cure, If you guys would just hold your hero business for a minute maybe I could come up with something!" But nothing Sammy would say would convince the heroes from their duty. "Yeah.. Whatever.. I'm not going to any funerals, Good luck guys. Sammy out"   Sammy having in her bag the Red Spider uniform, she walks to the couch and drop in it sitting and says, "Is hard been me, they just wont listen until something happen to them.” Sammy then looks to her bag. But maybe they will listen to her. she says to herself referring to her alter ego Red Spider.

   "Coverage continues as the super world is in chaos with the detonation of the so-called Vice Bomb. Early reports have shown that the now pandemic is traveling much faster than what was originally thought. Furthermore we have gotten reports that the disease which seems to have a unique effect upon each of those affected rapidly degenerates them. Some of the first affected have entered a comatose state and, what?" The news anchor for the Manhattan CBS affiliate looked startled as his coverage of the so-called vice bomb was interrupted by some off-camera disturbance, "Ladies and gentlemen, we now bring you live to the ruins of Madison Square Garden where the reconstruction efforts have uncovered something shocking!"
   The image broadcast changed to that of heavy construction equipment, and frantic police and construction crews both entering and exiting the destroyed building, "We are getting reports now that a survivor was found buried beneath the rubble. Unbelievable!" A distant figure appeared at the construction entrance to the building, twinkling like a star in silvery armor, "I, I think that's..."

   The knight in shining armor squinted as the light of the outside world first hit his eyes. There were people all over making a fuss over him, cheering and asking if they could help, but he had other things on his agenda.
   As he made his way to the street he was stopped by a news team. The reporter immediately started to bombard the risen hero with questions, "Slinger! Is it really you?"
   "Who else would I be?" The Templar responded seemingly in a daze.
   "Does your return from the grave have anything to do with the mysterious Vice Bomb?"
   "The what?" Slinger looked confused, "Listen, I'll give you an exclusive later, for now I just want to get in touch with my team." He fiddled with his watch that doubled as a Veritas communicator, and managed to get its tracking function back online. His signal was once again being transmitted to his former team members.
   Slinger decided to head back to headquarters to see the damage done to the place in his absence he stooped low and pushing off with his legs took to the air. On his way he attempted to hail his leader Kurrent, but his communicator was malfunctioning and all he got through was crackling static. Instead he turned back to the tracking mode and followed his leader's signal, it looked like he was heading for the Statue as well.
   It didn't take long for Slinger to land on Liberty Island, but he still didn't get there faster than the Veritas Zoom Tube. Slinger was surprised though as it seemed Kurrent was struggling slightly to exit the vehicle. The knight landed nearbye and with a broad smile called out to Kurrent, "Hey K, happy to see me?"

Adam scarlet (TWS) was swinging web to web on his way to the penthouse. "Gosh, this virus things is even worse than I thought, by this time I would of arrived at the penthouse…” Adam then in middle of a swing he performs a front flip and lands squatting on a rooftop, he seems to be out of breath. "Not only that, but since when is swinging so difficult?" Adam while trying to catch his breath the wrist watch receives the veritas Inc emergency signal. “Oh, great already a invitation, I better get to the penthouse first and let everyone know I’m around”  Adam then skips a few steps fort and prepare to leap off the edge but he makes a screeching halt.

“What the hell?” He exclaim in shock.

The statue of liberty was in flames “Oh! What the hell!" shouted Adam while holding his head, "Can’t we all just get along?! Geez"  I can’t get to the apartment, I’ll have to use the communicators instead. Adam uses the communicator and alert Veritas of his arrival. “This is Captain Adam Wright reporting for duty, sir. I was on my way to the new base but something has come up. I’ll be at Liberty island waiting for back up, TWS over and out”

Adam then  leaped and web swung in direction to liberty island. “How the hell am I going to get to the island?” He ask himself. Adam arrived at the closes building to the statue. “I hate when this happens, how am I getting to the statue?” ask himself Adam. {chopper in the distance} A news helicopter was on their way to the island to get the footage of the statue, Adam lets out a mild chuckle “My ride!” Adam then leap and web swing building to building and launch two web lines to the helicopter “Ahoo!” she shouted while been taken by the flight plant. Spider was on his way to the helicopter but then for some reason the helicopter turn around and were heading the wrong way. “Hey! What are you doing? The news…” *Adam points to the statue* “Are that way!” Adam was hanging on the webbing holding on for dear life as the helicopter headed to another location.

“AAAAAHH! Where are you taking me?! This is kidnapping you know?” screamed Adam while he was dragged through the air going the wrong way. Adam then just let go of the line and swung to a building and stick to a building wall. “Great, what is more important than this terrorize act at the statue?” Adam ask himself. The Spider then as crawled to the roof of the building. Adam get to the top and notice the helicopter was using a spot light flashing some sort of gigantic creature. “What in the world?”

Adam then reach to his communicator “This is TWS, there is a very giantic..Dude, at the CNN news building, I can see several victims laying down on the floor, the creature is armed, I’m going to intercept. I would appreciate some help, over.” Adam Scarlet then leaps from the building and in a large swing he lets go of the web and land on top of a car bursting the cristal windows and windshields into pieces. “Hey, green giant!” Screamed Adam while looking at the large creature, "Yeah, you King Kong, that is enough!” Adam scarlet then jumps from the car and crouching he tries to lift the car he landed on. "Urrrrgh!” The car is lifted by the side by TWS but it seems to be too heavy for him, product of the Vice gas. “Damn that thing mess me up real bad!” Adam instead he drops the car back on the floor and just rip out the car's driver door. Adam then spin around and using the momentum he launch the car door like a car door boomerang at the gigantic creature’s head!

The news helicopter was still flashing the spot light on Kado, "What are you doing , get out of here!"  Adam waves at the helicopter  while shouting,“Get out of here! Are you people nuts! Leave!”. But the news helicopter ether didn't notice Adam or where too persistant, like always. I need to keep him distancted, I can't allow him to hurt more inocents, then again I'm a wreck... But I can't quit, I need to hold him while back up arrives. Thought the Spider while hoping to survive the encounter.

As Joey sped through the series of dark tunnels that would lead him directly under the New York headquarters of the NSA, he couldn't help but feel uneasy. When the plan first came about, it was suppose to be a last resort. Now it was something else entirely. With the recent happening amongst the superhuman populus, and New York in general, Joey couldn't shake the feeling that he was gonna be in for any number of suprises to. Add on the fact that his hearing was completely lost to him, and he knew he would have to be on his a game. He wondered how the other members of The Crimson Trinity were affected by the Vice Bomb. If they were affected the same way or worse. It would be a shame if during all this madness, one of the trio of generals would have a little accident. The thought alone brought a smile to Joey's face. It would be his power play. There were only two type of people in the world, workers and bosses. And Joey always had to be the boss.

Stopping at a triple opening, Joey knew he was close. He had been in the tunnels so much since his joined The Crimson Trinity. There was no telling how many of the Trinity's operatives were in the tunnels right now. Watching, informing his so-called generals of his every movement. That's just how it was, but Joey still had an ace up his sleeve. Starting the bike back up, he raced down the middle tunnel until he spotted what he came for. A steel box about the size of a large mail box was tucked in a crack in the wall. Parking the bike, Joey hoped off and grabbed the box. The cool feel of the steel box played off his fingers as he started back down the way he came from carrying the box like it with a newborn. There was enough dynamite and plastique in the box to level a city block. All he had to do was take out the front lobby. Yeah, it was overkill, but nothing makes a bigger statement than killing a powerfully secretive man within his own place of business.

Jogging back to the beginning of the intersecting tunnel openings, Joey went down the opening on the right, and opened the box. Within it were Twelve blocks of C4, ten sticks of dynamite, some fuses, and a remote detonator. Running as fast as he could, Joey stopped after seeing a large generator. The NSA building was right above him. Wasting no time getting to work, Joey began digging his bare hands into the sement and concrete ripping chunk after chunk out and replacing it with one of the blocks of C4. Once all the bricks were neatly stuffed into the holes Joey had made, Joey began to punch the large generator until it began to smoke. It would have been better if he could hear if the generator had stopped, but time wasn't on his side right now. Taking one final look at his handy work, Joey began to make his way out of the tunnel, and headed back to his bike. By the time anyone knew what hit them, Joey would be in Dr. Flagg's office.

Entering the center tunnel, Joey walked calmly back to his bike. By the end of the day, he would be one of the most wanted men in America, but then again if everything went as planned, he'd be rich enough, and well connected enough to not give a damn. Hoping back on his bike, Joey kicked it into life and raced down the tunnel. As the musky stench of the tunnels began to get stronger and stronger, Joey knew he was getting closer to the gas mains below the NSA building. Lighting a Newport 100, Joey sparked the fuses of the dynamite and tossed the sticks between a bunch of gas pipes. This was going to be a big explosion. All Joey had to do was make it out the tunnels in time to sneak into the building before he detonated the blocks of C4.

Turning his head as the tunnel began to get incredably hot, Joey watched as the flames from the gas main explosion began to race closer and closer toward him. He had to make it out. Failure was not an option. Spotting daylight just ahead of him, Joey could feel the heat of the flames as they began to steadily get closer and closer. The heat was becoming almost to unbearable to stand, but he had to stand it just a little longer. He could see the grate that led into the abandoned parking lot that was first used by the Secret Service when they took the President around the area. Busting through the grate, Joey's bike smashed into a pillar as he him tumbled on the grond just out of reach of the flames that exited the tunnel just milliseconds after him. Taking a few seconds to make sure the detonator was secure and in one piece, Joey turned over on his stomach and smiled as the gas main explosion was sure to have the police, fire department, and any other random do-gooder busy for a while before they realized it was all a decoy for something bigger. Wiping himself down as he got up on his feet, Joey walked over to his toppled bike and picked it up. It was a little banged up, but it would still serve it purpose. Jumping on the bike, Joey raced out the parking lot and made his way to the Avenue of Americas. In ten minutes, he would be at the NSA building. And Dr. Warren Flagg was going to be meeting his maker.

The limp body of Constantine lay in the crater, blood stained the clothes of the people who crowded him, all staring with wide eyes unable to believe he had jumped, and from such a height. It was hard t believe parts of his body where intact at all. Then to all's amazement, except Con's, the body started cracking back into place, cuts disappearing as his whole body healed back into it's original state, well a better one then the crumpled one it had just been. Con stood up, cracking his neck from side to side, he started his way up the crater, everyone ones face was frozen in shock. Obviously it was silent so for a brief second he wasn't sure if it worked.

But as he carried on protruding upward to the citizens he saw a cop shouting for the citizens to get back, he was still death but had spent many a time lip reading, the man had faltered at the beginning then said "step back.." in a low tone, then stuttered as he found his voice and shouted "STAY BACK EVERYONE JUST KEEP AWAY.."  faltered again "you sir you need to come with me" this point Con laughed "I..We are putting you under arrest" Con cracked a smile then courteously and simply said "no" and carried on walking.

The cop raised his gun into Con's chest and con pulled a face and then said "did you not see me fall to my death? and now you point this gun at me" Con wasn't sure how loud his voice was but was sure the cop, J. Smith (by his badge), could hear him, so Con continued walking forward only for the man, Smith, to shake the gun and press it harder into Con's chest, "i'll do it" con caught from his lips "go on then", and the trigger was pulled Con shuddered with the movement and he looked up into the blue sky, blood filled his mouth, he could feel how close the bullet had been to his heart- or at least where it used to be.

And he burst out with laughter, blood splattering from his mouth, covering his teeth and dribbling down his face. Some of it sprayed into Smith's face, he closed his eyes cringing. Con's left hand gripped the gun, he twisted it violently, snapping Smith's arm, before thrusting it out of his grip and throwing it away. Smith stood in a pained shock but before anyone could do anything Con brought his right hand into Smith's face flipping him into the air and landing on a moving car, which skidded into another car.

Con smiled and walked on..

As Veritas went to deal with the various new threats to NYC, Alpha found he was stuck with the problem of how to get around fast enough. He couldn't fly like he usually did, whenever he did he was overwhelmed with terror and had to land. This wasn't a normal fear that could be conquered, this was his mind wired to go experience sheer fear whenever his feat got too far off the ground. The one possibility was simply running with super speed, though for someone used to flying it was harder than it looked. There was getting his body to move at super speed instead of simply propelling himself, managing to keep running without tiring out, and keeping his balance. No other super-speedster ever seemed to have those problems, and if Alpha was more used to running he probably wouldn't either. But he wasn't, so he was stuck with them.

Let's see, there are two threats I can go after. The super villains I know about, or the idiot wrecking our HQ that I don't know about. At the moment I think he's the main threat, not to mention really annoying. Alpha zipped along the streets of New York, getting the hang of the whole running thing. Soon he came in sight of the Statue, and saw only some smoldering ruins. OK, it's time the cleanup crew was given a break. I might not be able to fly but I should be able to put out a fire. Now, can I get across the water. He had seen speedsters run on water before, so he figured it couldn't be that hard. But when Alpha first tried, he quickly fell in. OK, guess I need to go faster. He tried again, racing at all the speed he could muster. This  time the water felt no different than solid ground. A wave of water formed behind the young hero, and the fish in the bay swam out of his path as fast as their little fins could carry them. He soon arrived on the island, panting and gasping for breath. While running he hadn't noticed how tired he was getting, the flow of energy sustained him. But now that it had stopped, Whew, I think  I prefer flying. The sooner we find a cure for this Vice Bomb the better. Now, for that fire. But as Alpha turned his gaze on the fire, the flames suddenly seemed to reach out and cover him, scorching his skin and filling his nose with smoke. Alpha was filled with fear, like when he tried flying, and for a moment he couldn't move. He knew that he had to put it out, and that he really wasn't burning, but the fear was almost too strong for him to conquer. "Hey K, happy to see me?" The voice of the teammate Alpha thought was gone brought him temporarily back to his senses, and seizing the moment Alpha formed a waterfall above the fire and sent a cascade of water down on the smoldering ruins. A cloud of steam could be seen on the mainland coming from Liberty Island as the wall of water slammed down on the burning tower. Almost too late Alpha remembered Kurrent's vulnerability to water, but remember he did and the young hero saw that no water touched him. As the steam cloud disappeared, Alpha turned to the former Veritas member and said "Um, Kurrent kinda can't be happy to see you. Don't take it personally. But hey, I still can. By the way, what exactly happened to you?"  But before the young hero could get an answer, one of the many buildings visible from the island was visible no more. "Well, that'll have to wait." Although he was still recovering from his latest exertion, Alpha raced across the bay at full speed, wondering exactly who this building lumberjack was. The wind he created blew right in his face, bending around him and blowing his hair back so that it stood up in a spiky crown. Alpha was glad he could still experience some of the same sensations he did when flying he enjoyed so much, but he knew that he couldn't delay to enjoy them. His feet stopped splashing in the water and started thumping on concrete, he realized he was back on land. Following the trail of broken buildings Alpha tracked down the guy who had felled them. And soon he found him.

He was wearing some sort of armor, and taller than average. He was even taller to Alpha Guard, who was one of the smaller super heroes. Normally he wouldn't have been too afraid, but the fear the gas was creating emerged again, and while it wasn't as paralyzing as it had been the past few times, he knew he had to approach his new foe cautiously, having no idea what the fear would cause him to do.

As the titian came closer, Alpha was surprised to see another teammate presumed missing. Spider, whew, if Wanderer had just chosen this mission to come back to Veritas we could call it the Reunion. Still, it's a possibility."  Wondering Spider was fighting bravely, but it was clear he was outmatched. So Alpha decided to give him a hand. The brute started to walk towards the Spider, but Alpha beamed force field coils around his legs to trip him up. "Really Spider, while I like spending time with you I don't want to make a habit of this."  Slinger was looking pretty much the same, Spider on the other hand had a new, or was it old, costume on. Personally Alpha preferred the other one, but for all he knew Spider was of a different opinion. Wondering if he would meet any more MIA heroes, Alpha awaited the titian's next move.

Abolishment. A great word it was, when used in the right situation. And this was the right situation. He was single handedly abolishing New York City. Many times before he had accomplished greater feats, but this was more than just a feat. It was an accomplishment! He wasn’t doing this to be cold, and evil. He didn’t want to show that he was a true sinner. He just wanted to be certain about the continuation of human life. Some people wouldn’t understand that. See supernatural beings usually, reside on their hone planets.

Somehow, they became allies with this planet known as Earth. It was never meant for two different races to band as they did. Now bringing humans, conventional threat. It’s a rather simple cycle, if there are heroes there will be villains, if there are villains there will bloodshed. See the human race is very important to that of divine immortal gods. Humans will produce mechanical life. Something not even the strongest lords are capable of. So they can’t just die, they are needed for millenniums to come.

His thoughts were put to rest, as a web-slinging creature came into the picture. At first thought he saw it as a minimum threat, but its assault on him was rather impressing. A car door was hurled at him, at about thirty miles an hour. He grinned at, the attempt and as the car door came back he simply tilted to one side. He rolled his, shoulders cracking every bone in his body as he prepared to attack the agile swinger. To his surprise though he was banged in the head, rather hard causing him to stumble and almost lose his balance.

However, he wasn’t bout to let a little push, budge him. Soon enough he feel something wrap around his legs, causing him to fall forward. As he fell, a dark aura surrounds his fists, and sort of made a wall he could push himself up on before hitting the ground. Unfortunately he was still tangled in the green energy coils, even as he stood up straight. He was about to do something rather disturbing. Because once the phantoms had been unleashed they contain not be controlled, only killed to stop them from raising hell on earth. Without his voice that is.

The dark aura from his left hand, traveled to the ground. And began to from a body. A replicate of himself. The same process happened to his right hand. These were known as Shadow Phantoms. They had only a fragment of his strength, they could probably lift about two hundred tons and have advance combat skills. And what really made them supreme, they could fly. A white line to give them shape and appearance outlined the dark figures. They ripped the coils from is legs, as they both took on one of the threats, Kado had dealt with. He marched his way, to the empire state building. With champ (axe/hammer weapon) dangling, from being strapped to his back. As he stood in front of the great edifice, it made even him look like miniature figure.

A ravaged Statue of Liberty was relayed back to Cly's brain. Esmeralda skimmed over the water, and cut into it inches deep with the tips of her wings and tail. A boat, not far off, was able to be clearly seen by Esmeralda's superb vision. She saw that many people, no, the entire crew were hung upside down, with their throats cut, and blood that dripped onto the floor of the ship's deck. Cly! Those people on the boat, have all been killed! They are all hanging upside down with their throats cut! Cly tightened his fist. Bloodpool no doubt. Cly squinted his eyes, as he tried to make out the ship in a more focused view, but could not. We need to get closer, for some of the people may still be alive, for it looks like it has happened recently, right? Yes, actually, very recently. He could still be on board.Cly's muscles suddenly went haywire again, due to the Vice Bomb, and he hurled himself off Esmeralda's back, into the cold water. She dove in after him, and grabbed him again. I do wish you would return to normal, it would be oh so much more pleasant. Cly smiled. Well for now, it looks like you have to watch my back even more than normal. Cly paused, then thought. Wait, before you resurface, stay here, underwater. It will not let alert them of our presence hopefully.You can really hold your breathe that long? Because I can go for about an hour. Cly stretched his arms. I'll manage, I've pushed ten minutes before. Esmeralda used her tail as a rudder, and beat the water with her powerful wings, which allowed her to move through it quite quickly, but nowhere near as fast as the land.

She came up to the side of the metal hull, and she lifted Cly up to the side of the boat. He took in a large breath, after eight minutes of holding it, he thought he was going to die. Happy now?YES! Let's do this! She dragged Cly back down, and they went to the bottom of the boat. I wish I had Valor right now, oh well.Ready? You've got 3 seconds to make it inside before I begin to light it up. Wait...underwater? When have you been able to do this? I have been practicing when you were unaware, now go. She dug her razor sharp claws into the ship's hull, then tore it, which made an opening. Cly strugged to make it, when his muscles went haywire again. He began to swim in circles. Water rushed into the hole. Smoke came out of Esmeralda's nostrils, about to light it up. GO CLY! Cly managed to regain control, and swam upwards toward the hole. He made it through, just in time. Time to seal this puppy up. She opened her mouth, and intense green fire blew out, which superheated the water. She grabbed the torn steel sides of the hole, and thrust them together. She welded it, until it was complete, although not very pretty. They can charge me later. Esmeralda remained under the boat, while Cly was inside.

Flooded a few feet. Cly looked around. Nice ride. He heard Esmeralda's thoughts in his head. Search the boat for any signs of life, I'll be out here if you need me.Affirmative. Cly closed his eyes, and focused all his energy to his mind. He saw everything on the boat, big and small, life or no life. No threats, what a relief. Two hearts that were still beating were found by Cly's mind, but had begun to fade. I must save them! Cly called out to Esmeralda. I cannot find any threats on this boat, and I did find two survivors. Great news! I'll meet you up there. Cly rushed toward the door, and up to the main deck. He was taken back with the horror. The entire crew had been hung upside down, with their throats cut. Blood covered the ground, the redness everywhere. There! He found one person who was still alive, barely though, and lit his hand on fire with magic. The ropes were burned through, and Cly ran over to the other person while he carried the one he had just recovered on his shoulder. Cly set them both down, and focused as his hands began to glow. Esmeralda landed on the deck, and looked at all the people. My what a tragety. All of these innocent people. If the villain responsible for this was here right now, I would chow down on him in a second.  Cly touched one on the neck, as he drained his own energy. Internal and external began to heal, and Cly had made enough progress to allow for a complete recovery for the person. Haywire!

Cly shot up into the air, sprung by his malfunctioned muscles within his legs, and hit his head on a metal bar. He fell to the ground, and rubbed his head. "Ouch! That hurts worse than when I slammed my head in the refridgerator door!"Oh, I remember that! It was embarrasing. He did not feel so great now, but continued to heal, the person. After he had done enough healing, he began on the second. It went along just fine, until he went haywire again. This time, it caused him to use magic, and a lot of it too. He touched the boat's deck, and a wave of cold swept through it. In seconds, the entire boat, and a good amount of the water which surrounded it were frozen. Cly was instantly fatigued. Cly! Why did you just do that?It was not me, it was this, haywireness thing going on. I can't believe it made me use magic involuntarily. Now, I don't have hardly any stamina left. Cly's hand began to glow again, as he touched the second person. He could only heal them up seventy five percent complete. Esmeralda! Fly this person to the hospital. They do not have much time, go now!I will, you can count on me. I will return when I have accomplished my task. She took off.

Movement. A small boat. I actually picked up some movement far off! He strained to see, but he made out a tiny escape boat. That must be Bloodpool! He dove off the side, into the water, to go after the villain.

Adam’s attack apparently didn’t work as expected the Spider was incredibly affected by the vice bomb, now he had super strength but his reflexes were off then he had reflexes but his super strength failed; The bomb had affected his full network; We could say he was encountering rolling black outs in his body.  Damn, I need to focus or this dude is going to tear me to pieces.” The creature was coming at Adam but then the creature was bind by energy powered wraps and hold back.  Spider, whew, if Wanderer had just chosen this mission to come back to Veritas we could call it the Reunion. Still, it's a possibility." Adam looks to his side only to find out one of his comrades “ Am I glad to see you Alpha” Adam looks at the wrapping on the monster; The monster falls face fist on the ground; however he manage to stand using some sort of dark sorcery. “Seems like you were not affected by the bomb; that’s good news” Adam did not know of Alpha’s new fear of highs yet.  "Really Spider, while I like spending time with you I don't want to make a habit of this."  Adam chuckle and replied  “I don’t mind; Makes me feel like I have a sidekick.” he said between laughter. “Glad you made it; Any ideas?”

The large monster was being deployed energy that travel through the surface of the ground and climb up while forming a second body and a third. “Uh, How about that idea Alpha… ASAP” said in a panicking tone the spider. The ghost form Kado were framed by a white outer line, both of the ghost broke Alpha Guard’s energy bootstraps. “Wait… Alpha are you feeling like some cold sensation, like thousands of ants crawling through your body?” But it was nothing that Alpha would know about, the sky suddenly was covered by the storm cloud and lightning was striking the surroundings. Adam’s eyes began to glow bright white and this one drop on his knees flexing his arms like if something was painfully consuming him. “UGHH!!!!!!” out of his webbing glands white thick tendrils emerge and began to wrap around him as the sky tremble with thunder and lightning; Adam’s body was completely consume in white living webbing, A symbiote. Adam was now a totally different being. The divine symbiotic suit had taken over him for the first time in the presence of the dark energy Phantoms.

Slowly rising to his feet Sacred Spider saw Alpha Guard taking care of one of the ghost and a second was coming right at TWHS. The suit was fully white, it look like it was almost glowing in energy; It also had a black spider symbol on its chest; Large claws and a face that only a mother could love. The large dark energy creature came at Sacred Spider flying right above the ground charging at TWHS. From SS’s back living webbing created a large white wall right infront of him and as soon as the dark creature tackle it; like a carnivores plant the wall wrapped itself around the dark phantom. SS was crawling on the floor as he saw the phantom fighting for his freedom. “There is no use.” said the Sacred Spider in a deep voice. “Your dark energy is weakening by the second and being corrupted by light. A few more seconds and you will serve me!” Sacred Spider then walked to the cocoon and placed his claws on top of the large whitev webbings ball that was sitting on the ground. “By the divine order, I am your master now; obliterate with your light that one from which you were born!” The symbiotic ball then unwraps and the Kado phantom emerges from it, the creature looked exactly the same but its eyes were glowing with bright light. Sacred Spider then points to the direction Kado had gone to, “I have spoken!” Said SS loud.

At the conclusion on these words the phantom charge at top speed flying headed to Kado; its intentions were to  grab Kado as hard as it could for as long as it could while TWHS or Alpha arrived. If Kado was to try and free himself the phantom would then burst in divine light in a intent to destroy the creature burning it with light.

Sacred Spider then look over to the second Kado phantom and carefully he thrust his arm fort aiming at it and launch six tendrils that wrapped the creature and began to burn it with energy. Sacred Spider looked at Alpha and he yelled, “Go! I’ll take care of this and will meet with you afterward; Kado’s trail of destruction must be stopped!” the phantom could be heard screaming as it was being burned by the light but this one manage to escape and ran to a alley. “No one escapes the light!” The vice bomb was apparently affecting even the Sacred Spider through Adam' body.

Running through the surface like a quadruped; Sacred Spider search for the Phantom in the alley. “I can sense you.. Creature of sin” The senses are not as sharp, I can’t pick his exact location; But he is still here, thought TWHS. {Danger sense} "UH?” Flying across the air three cars were incoming to TWHS’s direction. It was farther than I thought! He says to himself; TWHS then leaps out of the way as the cars explode at impact with the concrete. “YARGH!” Sacred Spider was burned by some flames that emerge from the bursting cars. From the cars white souls were flying up to the sky and disappearing into thin air. “Innocents”

The Kado phantom then holding a car on hands as a shield came rushing from the street with its eyes with the fury of the devil itself; He came with the intwention of ctrashhing it on SS. “You-do-not.. Harm.. The innocent!”  A large creature made of the webs is created and like a large wave in the sea it covers the full extend of the alley and swallows the clone along with the car, the white symbiotic webns absorb the creature while binding it so tight the car explodes. SS can't feel the phantom's presence anymore. “Good riddance.” The webs then retract to it host and Sacred Spider leaps to the roof of the building. Now Is my turn to strike fear- beware! HAHAHAHAHAA!” Shouts SS before dashing into air and web swinging to Kado's location.    

The night had been rough. Dakota had decided to go to bed early, for he had a rough day. Dakota accidentally left the television on in the other room. An emergency broadcast screeching noise emitted from the speakers and woke up Dakota. He stumbled into the living room of his house and saw the CNN broadcast talking about the bomb in France. Dakota didn't get to watch the broadcast for very long, for there were several explosions across the city. He was temporarily staying in New York because he wanted to find the team known as the Veritas so that he might join them.

Then one exceptionally loud crash racked his house. The windows rattled and the lights flickered for several minutes. Looking around, startled, Dakota knew that this would be the perfect opportunity to find the Veritas and maybe even help them with whatever had just happened. He ran back into his room and went to grab one of his guns, but he could just barely move his arm to pick it up. Using both arms, and still struggling, he picked up his 500 magnum and put it in its holster.

"What the hell is wrong with me?" Dakota asked himself outloud. He used his telekinesis to put his other weapons in their places on his body. He was carrying his pump-action 12 gauge, his 500 magnum, and an automatic Glock. He wanted to stay light, because he didn't know how this gas might be affecting him. He only knew at this point his arms wouldn't be good for anything except helping him to keep his balance.

Once he was ready, he ran out of the house, awkwardly. He couldn't really pump his arms while he was running, and it was making him uncomfortable. But regardless of his ailments, he continued on. He wasn't very far from downtown, and tonight, there wasn't much traffic. The noise he heard earlier had probably scared everyone else off. He was only a few blocks from the Empire State Building when he noticed the huge cloud of dust and debris racing outward from the tower.

Dakota, using his telekinetic powers, lifted the dust from the area and dispersed it as evenly into the air as he could. Once the dust was gone, Dakota could see that there was no longer a building where the Empire State one should have been. He raced to the spot where there was rubble and bodies everywhere. It pained him to see the dead lying around the site, and he stooped for a moment to pay his respects.

He looked up after he was done and saw a very large man with an axe/hammer thing in his hands. Dakota could not let this stand, so he went to grab his 500 mag. He couldn't even lift it out of the holster. Frustrated and angry, Dakota used his telekinesis to lift the gun up to his face. Once the large man was in the sights, Dakota fired off all five shots of the powerful gun and then popped the revolver chamber out. He turned the gun so all of the shells were dumped onto the ground. They clanged as they hit the ground, and Dakota pulled a "quick load" which had five of the large bullets kept together in a cartridge. He shoved the bullets into the chambers and flipped the gun so that the revolver chamber slammed back into the gun. The hammer was pulled down by Dakota's mind and he took aim again, waiting for the behemoth to react.

The effects of the vice bomb had no doubt effected all of the members of Veritas Incorporated. Midnightist was no different from the others. He just like them suffered from losing some valuable part of them self and gaining some great disability.

 In Mid’s case he was suffering from a condition that made his heart weaker and he was unable to exert himself for too long otherwise his heart would give out and he would die. However he was not thinking of himself when the alarm went off inside the penthouse HQ. He thought about the villain who was attacking the innocent people and like always he got his mind ready for a fight. Alpha Guard and Kurrent had already gone off to go and take care of the beast.

Midnightist prepared to teleport to the scene but before he could his body wouldn’t move. His mind went numb, but this was not from the effects of the vice bomb or at-least not directly. He couldn’t move his body because he was afraid. For a long time he had never been afraid of anything. One could say that this was because he know almost nothing could kill him but now the rules had changed and death could sneak up on him and he wouldn’t even know it.

He finally moved if only to sit down in a chair of the empty house. All his comrades ad gone off to face this danger head on no matter what was wrong with them, but Midnightist couldn’t bare to move. All he kept thinking about was what his doctor had told him about his condition

"I did some blood work and found that same substance in your own body. Now normally you can flush any type of toxin out in no time, but this drug seems to be very powerful and is fighting back against your anti-bodies at a great rate. You may flush it out soon but what worries me the most is that it seems your heart has been damaged by this substance and the chemical has made a type of home there and you blood is spending allot of time fighting it. However due to the way your body produces hyxopane and the strength of it your heart cannot survive if it beats any higher than 102. The attack occurred when you reached 98

He began to think “what if I lose my hear rate meter or the treatments don’t work or I use them up. I can’t no I don’t want to die, but I have to try and help D@mnit why why did this have to happen." In his anger he smashed a table. His breathing was heavy and he looked down at his watch to see that it said 89. He began to grind his teeth thinking of the things making him angry.

But he had to focus and calm down other wise the heart attack he feared would show up and take him and he would end up just as he feared. He sat down again he sat for a few minutes thinking to himself. He was using his mind to go over all the variables in this crisis and then he uttered the word “NO”  He got out the chair “I shouldn’t be mad I’m scared its natural I have a right to be but I’m not going to let it stop me after all that what true bravery is anyone having fear but fighting against it. “ He walked to the window and saw some smoke coming from the ruins of the old HQ "but that doesn’t mean I have to be stupid.”

" Most of the team an any other super heroes are no doubt handling the situation as we speak. I would just get in their way at this point. I need to use my skills in a better way.” He turned around and said open. His personal little vortex opened up and he was transported to the building holding M Investigations. He walked to a door and punched in a code that revealed that his company’s advanced technology was alined in the building and inside was a lair with machines rivaling those of the bat cave or any super hero base.

He walked towards a massive computer and gave it a command. “Computer trace the signal coming from the Crimson Death. I won’t to find him and get this over with.

Catastrophic, tragic, and calamitous. The only words that would express the grim position of New York City. Yet those phantoms would add a fourth expression onto the list, epidemic. Exactly what those phantoms were. See every thirty seconds a phantom is injured it will multiply. A space portal will drop, the phantoms into earth’s atmosphere within five thousand mile radius. So right now, if the heroes have harmed the black and white Kado’s there could possible already be nine more of the phantoms, moving in their own separate ways. What made the situation even worse, the Colossus Kado was only able to bind with the two he originally created. The multiplications would be ruthless harming even Kado himself.

 The thunder roared across the gloomy clouded sky, where purple specs could be seen with microscopic vision. It meant they were here already! He began to speed up through the streets, ignoring his demolition plan. Then suddenly…BAM! Something hit the ground and the cement below him had began to crack. He turned around to see one of the phantoms moving in on him. He prepared himself for impact, as the creature talked him into the wall as it crumbled. He wiped away the brick rubble, and stood up cracking his neck. And rose his left hand in the air as champ, his axe/hammer weapon, flew in from where he had left it. With rod in his hand, he approached the black inverted image of himself. It took everything in his power not to harm the creature, the last thing he wanted was too create more of these reincarnations.

The creature slammed its fist into Kado’s jaw, crushing one of his teeth. Out of fury he sliced the creature in the head with his weapon only for the two halves to bind back together. Its recovery had been remarkable, now he had two problems. It’s invincibility, and it’s multiplication. As he went in to attack again, a phantom behind him, wrapped its arm around his chest, leaving him immobilized. He couldn’t even budge, the other phantom began to kick constantly at his face. Using his dark art, a focused beam of thermal energy blasted from his eyes, causing both of the creatures to back off. Disturbing a few shots were fired and the round ricocheted off his helmet..

The phantoms had focused now on the man who had fired at Kado. Kado had started to leave the man as a victim to the phantoms. He tossed the phantoms as his deep voice spoke. He needed the gear granters to hurry with the equipment so he could rid the world of these creatures. All he needed was a device which he recorded his voice the way it used to be. He needed to say return to my soul. He sped off making sure the shooter was still behind him.He ginaled for the kid to run as mroe phantom appeared. Kado sped off west, for he needed to get to D.C. immediately.

The sky over the city of was slowly turning darker. The wind rushed against Wanderer as he was flying..somewhere, where exactly hadn't been decided..yet. I can still feel the wind...then at least not all sense of touch is gone. But maybe even that will change? Slowing down, he hovered to a nearby rooftop of a skyscraper, stood down, and looked out over the city.

 There were the lights, the buildings, the traffic chaos and the sunset in the horizon...to not mention flow of various thoughts of the people. Normally that wouldn't be a problem since people keep their thoughts to themselves most of the time, but the flood of panic, uncertanity, depression and upsetness caused by the Vice bomb gas was beginning to be a rather disturbing experience for the young psychic. Stay out of my head...I need to think clearly if I'm gonna do something about this. Putting his hand over his forehead, and closing eyes, he tried to block out the thoughts that weren't his own, and actually figure out a potential solution.

 Alright...so the bomb gas effects every superhuman but not ordinary humans. Hence at least 99% of all superheroes and supervillains got some form of disability or alike. Now, there was the guy with a red skull on TV who claimed himself to be responsible, and had a cure that he would hand over to those who went to his side...but what about what Mister French said? That the effects of the gas would wear off by itself...that wouldn't require a "cure". Could the skull person have been lying? An attempt to lure heroes and various other people to join him? After thinking, another horrible realisation struck him. If the effects wear off by themselves...maybe there's another bomb on its way? With longer lasting--or maybe permanent effects? Also, what can happen in the meantime. Maybe figuring out the cause and origin of the bomb isn't the most important thing for the moment. I should just save whoever I can, stop those few bad guys who actually dares go outside...

 His view wandered over the city, his green eyes scanning for crises that needed immediate attention. Nothing on sky level, just on the streets...and those situations can be handled without me. New York on the other hand...now there's a city under constant attack from supervillains or various other threats. I'm surprised it's still there, with people...or is there? Maybe something has exterminated them already while I'm just standing here...thinking. I lost count how many times NYC has been under attack...if there's someplace I'm needed at, there would probably be the place to go. He closed the eyes, and focused on a certain spot in the south corner of NYC, from a point where Liberty Island would be in view. A glow encased him and he was soon not in LA anymore.

 Suddenly standing on a rooftop in south Manhattan under a dark night sky, he opened his eyes and looked out to the south. Half-expecting to see a reconstruction attempt of the Statue of Liberty, he instead saw ruins. Same as when he turned around to see the rest of Manhattan, there was no longer an Empire State Building, and there was lots of fire, smoke, and a trail of destruction that seemed to be its center. Did I accidentially go to a parallell universe?It happened before... Even though a certain amount of devastation was to be expected, this wasn't something he had been prepared to watch. Let's face it, Izaac: This is the NYC I know. It has just been f&%¤ed up. A lot. Following the trail of devastation by flying over it, he could spot an uncountable number of dead bodies and ruins. The unpleasant scent of blood was carried in the wind and it made him shiver. Suddenly, the arm he had been wounded at earlier felt like it would explode. A feeling that could be compared to being struck by a thousand needles went through the arm and then through the rest of his body. Unable to think clearly because of the immense pain, the telekinetic field that kept him flying faded away, and he was sent crashing towards the rubbly concrete on the ground. When he was about 50 centimeters from impact, he forced himself to think clearly and managed to cover his body with a light shield as he reached the ground and causing rubble to be spread over the nearest area. The unexplainable pain sensation went away slowly as he tried to sit up from the force field under him. His eyes were wide open in fear, and he had a hard time believing what just happened. That was dangerous...the bomb gas was way more dangerous to me than I ever gave it credit for. And it's probably not the last thing I'm feeling from it. He rose up slowly and levitated again while causing the light field to wither away...attempting to once again follow the path of ruins.

Alpha's energy coils did their job, the brute tripped and fell on the pavement, landing with a thud that shook rubble some three yards away. “ Am I glad to see you Alpha Seems like you were not affected by the bomb; that’s good news." Alpha wondered if he should tell Spider about his disability, but decided not to. He would have if it was just TWS, but he didn't want to show any signs of weakness in front of his opponent. “I don’t mind; Makes me feel like I have a sidekick.” Spider said between laughter. “Glad you made it; Any ideas?”  "It makes you feel like you have a sidekick? Sorry, but it should be the other way around. After all, I'm the one who's always showing up to save you exoskeleton," Alpha replied in mock indignation. 'As for a plan, only one I ever had for guys like these. Give him the beating of his life. And if that doesn't work, get more heroes and try again." The titian was on his feet, destroying Alpha's coils with some sort of ghost  replicates of himself. Boy, no vanity problems there. The two phantoms made their was toward Spider and Alpha, their intent all to obvious. As Alpha's phantom reached him, it aimed a blow at Alpha's stomach. The young warrior intended to dodge, which he should have been able to do, but at that moment he was struck with fear, causing him to freeze. Once again logic was telling him to do something, but the fear kept him paralyzed. In the end however, logic rapidly put up a force field, which softened the blow but didn't totally shield Alpha from it. The flair of pain that raced through his body relieved Alpha of his paralyzing fear, but caused him to stumble backwards and trip over an orange cone set up by police to keep the public away from the madman ravaging the city. The phantom, taking hold of Alpha's momentary distraction, aimed another blow. Thankfully this time he wasn't struck with fear, and was able do dodge it easily. As the phantom hit nothing, Alpha switched from defense to offense, firing a blast of light energy at the dark energy phantom, destroying it. With his enemy out of the way, Alpha turned to see how Spider was doing.
 
The Wondering Spider, at least Alpha thought it was Spider, was now all white with a black spider on his chest. He seemed to be glowing with energy, energy that he was now using. He had created a cocoon of webbing around his phantom, which opened up to reveal the phantom with glowing eyes. Alpha tensed, expecting it to attack, and attack it did. Though not Spider. The phantom charged straight for Kado, attacking the brute with everything it had. Well, this is a pleasant turn of events. Still, wouldn't mind knowing how he's doing this. Spider attacked another phantom, this time unleashing six tendrils that wrapped around the spirit and burned it with light energy. “Go! I’ll take care of this and will meet with you afterward; Kado’s trail of destruction must be stopped!” At Spider's shout, Alpha almost went to find another opponent, but stopped. There was no guarantee Spider, even with his new powers, could take Kado. On the other hand, other villains were being left to their own devices while they took care of NYC's new terrorist.

But Kado wasn't finished. As the phantom attacked him, he sliced it in half with his weapon, only to have it heal and attack again. More phantoms arrived, some attacking Kado, some attacking innocent people, and one attacking Wanderer, well this may not be his first mission back but hey maybe we should call it the Reunion. Nearby the Guardian of Good a baby cried, one of the pahntoms was attacking it and it's mother. Alpha Guard fired a net of energy at the rogue ghost, which started to glow with a firey energy, burning the phantom. As he finished with the ghost, Alpha noticed Kado escaping with some of his pahntoms attacking some man. A volley of blasts knocked the phantoms down, and they turned to attack him. Great, just what I need. As the spirits prepared to attack, Alpha prepared to do the same. All the while that paralyzing fear threatened to strike again.

Red Scars mission: Prison break

Federal Reserve Bank of New York

His attempt had been unsuccessful. Cly was not able to catch up to the group of Bloodpools in time, and watched as they drove off, while he was still in the water. Cly made it to dry land, under the bridge, and rested there, while Esmeralda appeared in the sky, and intently looked for him. She found him quickly, and dove down under the bridge, and landed on the cool soil beneath. Let me guess, you were too slow? Cly breathed in deep breathes, still recovering from his long swim. Yes, I was nearly to them, when they drove away in their vehicle. Now, they could be anywhere by now. Esmeralda pushed on him with her nose. You aren't going to just give up like that are you? We still can catch these guys, and stop them! Plus, I'm a little famished. Cly nodded his head, as he felt more courage coming to him. This will be their last day of villainy! Let's bring them down! Cly stood up, and jumped on Esmeralda's back. They took off, high above the buildings, near the police station.

Cly extended his mind in the area, as to hear what the police said. "This is so bad. We have exhausted our entire force, give or take you and me, and many of our officers are not responded to their radios." The other said, "What seems to be the biggest threat now?" The radio inside the building buzzed. "That is the silent alarm from the Federal Reserve Bank!" The sound of a sword as it whoosed through the air cut the officer down, no doubt the work of a Bloodpool. Cly recieved what he needed to know. Esmeralda! To the Federal Reserve Bank, and fast! She took off like a bullet.

As she flew there, Cly's muscles went haywire again. He stood up and jumped right as they were going under a bridge. He slid down the concrete wall, nearly unconscious. Ouch...I really hate this disability. Esmeralda caught him, and they continued on there way. Is it just me, or do you tend to be kicking your own butt? Cly did not feel like a joke, but replied, I guess I am. Esmeralda came towards the Federal Reserve, and swooped down on a nearby building. Are you sure you are up to this Cly? This seems kind of suicidal in your condition. Cly grunted, and clutched his stomach. He hurled on the ground. Ugh...that last self hit really messed me up. He released his chest, and weakily stood up. A hero toughs the hard times out, does all to his ability, no matter how unconfortable it could be. Cly was about to walk away, when Esmeralda's tail darted in front of him. Two things. First, a plan perhaps? Cly turned around. Sure. I'll go stealthy like and you make an entrance, how's that? Esmeralda rolled her eyes. That is what we do everytime, but okay. Cly was about to turn around, when he stopped. What's the second thing? Esmeralda opened her mouth, and moved her tongue to reveal Cly's sword, Valor, in her mouth. I secretly stashed it away in my mouth in case we needed it. Cly raised an eyebrow. How did you manage to have it fit in your mouth without cutting it to pieces? And...I thought you wanted to leave it at the HQ because I could be too dangerous with it in my current condition. She spat it out, covered in dragon saliva. He grabbed it, and wiped it on Esmeralda's tail, to get all the saliva off. Let's go.Draw blood!

Cly skidded down the side of the building, as he used his hands to guide his movements down the flat side. He rolled as he came to the ground, and moved quickly and stealthily toward the side of the building. He drew Valor, and stabbed it into the side of the building. With its extremely sharp edge, and unbreakable durability, Cly cut a hole through the side of it, and jumped in.

Esmeralda flew toward the ceiling of the Federal Reserve, and hovered above it, until she saw Cly dissapear within. Her slim, muscular figure sparkled in the day light, with each scale reflecting it. Her enormous wings beat lightly, which was enough to keep her in a hover position in the air, despite her weight of over one ton. She looked down upon the roof ot the building. Wait for it...wait for it...

Cly crept low, as he moved on the sides of his feet, the quietest way to move. He peeked his head around a corner, and saw a red suited ninja not far off, with his back towards Cly. I think I have the chance to knock this guy out. Cly inched forward so quietly, and smoothly, as to not flare the Bloodpool's periferal vision. Cly neared him, and silently drew Valor. He was inches away now, and drew the handle of his sword up, and sent it toward the Bloodpool's head. Haywire! His muscles jerked, and Valor flew out of his hands, and crashed against the wall, making a very loud boooming sound. Great, covers blown. He called out to Esmeralda. Do it! Cly's haywire muscles had sent him to the ground, but he quickly recovered and stood to his feet. "Hey buddy! What is red and white and bruised all over?" Cly smiled, and sent a powerful hook fist toward the Bloodpool's jaw. Cly then rounded the corner, and...

The ceiling burst into a skylight, as a flood of rubble filled the air. Esmeralda came down through the hole she had made, and landed on the ground. She gazed at the group of red dressed enemies that stood at the vault door. You guys look like you could use some help opening that shiny door. Too bad Godzilla stayed home. Prepare to face my fury! Esmeralda moved around in a 360, as she swung her tail around herself, hoping to bat away any Bloodpool's like little baseballs. She stopped, and smoke came out of her nostrils. She opened her mouth, and breathed a intense stream of green fire, attempting to make a Christmas scene out of the red suited enemies. I sure will enjoy a bit of shrimp on the barbi.

The divine spider after erasing one of Kado’s phantoms from existence with the power of light; The spider quickly catch up to Kado and Alpha Guard “Your children have been dealt with, now is your turn!” said TWHS looking down at the situation. The divine spiders notice something spontaneous, the creature Kado’s creations were turning against its creator. Sacred Spider jumped from the edge of the building and landed crouching on the ground cracking the pavement at landing impact. Sacred Spider saw that Kado couldn’t handle his own creations and that he had make them almost invincible. The spider looks at Kado with a frown on his face, “You fool, you are nothing but a child playing with forces you do not understand. Raise no more devils than you can lay down!”  Kado in a desperate act tried to slice one of the creatures in half but all it  do was cause it to regenerate.

TWHS saw his comrades Wanderer and Alpha Guard protecting the innocents and fighting the creatures. Sacred Spider notice Kado‘s retreat “You hurt the innocent, cause all this chaos and now you try to flee. Not on my watch! I’ll make you pay for what each of these creatures have done.” Sacred Spider leap into mid air and went chasing after Kado while web swinging he manage to catch up quickly to the speeding giant.  “You cannot escape the light!” said SS. Sacred Spider then after using his web’s elasticity to grab ahold of impulse. Sacred Spider was launch in Kado's dirrection, being in mid air he began manipulating his webbing wrapping different layers around his closed fist he created a abnormally large closed hand made of webbing. The webbing substance then harden becoming strong as iron and began glowing in shining light. Sacred Spider then launches his divine light fist as he was crossing through the air at high speed aiming for Kado’s spine.

TWHS lands crouching on the ground after the attack, “You cannot escape me, It is fate, your reign of terror ends tonight!” After those words; From Sacred Spider’s white body emerge several living white tendrils all headed at great speed after Kado. The tendrils were intended to pierce the giant's body to hold him then the tendrils themselves would wrap him like if they were snakes and imprison him in the powerful living tendrils creating a cocoon, If so the cocoon would drain Kado’s dark energy making him weak.

"By destrying the source, the phantoms' power will be extinguish!!"

He quickly leaned back, seeing that one of the super heroes had shot a weird form of energy at the phantoms. He took this as an advantage to evade the premises. Like a deranged football player, he tackled through the vast group of phantoms. Boom! He was sent hurled into the wind like a sheet of paper. A white mutated creature stood with living wisp twirling out of his body. All of them had hit their mark, penetrating through the beast skin. It had been quite some tie since he felt real pain, it took every inch of strength for him to hold back tears. He could see the tendrils were attempting to drape his body, but he could not let them do so. With one hand he fought off the mutated white vines, while with his right hand he grabbed the back of a cement truck pulling it towards himself, he then tilted it down and poured the cement over himself and the tendrils.

For a moment he was nothing but a brick, but ten minutes later he emerged from the cement scattering the rubble in high elevation.  He then tipped the complete truck over, to where the wondering spider had been located. He smiled then with his phasing ability he drifted down through the streets surface. His feet were wet and muggy as he trekked through the filthy sewers. He was now clear of any phantoms, and here he knew a short cut to a subway station. Well it wasn’t a shortcut….yet. He stood at the brick wall for a moment, before crashing his large fist into it. He was now at a train about to close. He was too late, the doors had already commenced closing. He made his own passage way straight through the trains metal surface. Next stop D.C.

30 minutes later

The people of Washington were in shock from his immense body. They cowered onto the train as he proceeded to the streets. The first thought that came to mind ‘Destroy the White House’ but there was no time. He had to proceed to his destination. What people didn’t know is this wasn’t his first time on earth, only the immortals would remember him. Thousands of years ago, during the medieval era. He had embarked along this planet known as Terra. His brute strength made him notorious, and only as a monster. But he wasn’t…he was just misunderstood. He then had returned about thirty years ago, signing a contract with NASA. That’s as long he would be their personal mutant astronaut, they would grant anything needed.

And now was one of those times of need, he soon was standing at their large head quarters. He battered in he door till finally they opened it knowing he was the only person capable of such a thing. He thought he was going to need to explain he somehow, he was wrong they already knew. He looked at the professor as he spoke “No need don’t strain yourself, we are aware of the plague you have caused. The government is on our asses! They wonder why didn’t we send out our project ‘12’ mecha. We told them it was still being constructed, real reason being we didn’t want it back in pieces. If he find out we are working with the man responsible for destroying the statue of liberty ad the empire state building, anarchy will reign. All you must do is step out side and press this device, it is informed f your voice and will speak those special words for you.”

Nothing put air. Cly's one hit knock out hook missed. What!? People are not suppose to dodge that! His arm's momentum was great, which caused him to stretch a tendon. Ugh. I really should stretch more. Cly watched as he performed two back flips. “Fool, you are outnumbered and--” Cly smiled. "And?" Esmeralda came in through the ceiling at just the right time. She slammed two of the Bloodpools against the wall, which broke many of their bones, but was not strong enough to kill them in one blow. The Bloodpool in front of Cly, the leader most likely, because he toted a mighty nailgun, pointed it at Cly, and shot off 15 nails at high rpm. Nails!? I bet these are galvanized too! Cly stared at the nails as they streaked toward him. He had had much training in the form of ranged weapons blocking and dodging, and sprung into action.

Valor, his sword, swung through the air, and cut one, two, three of the nails in half, which split them so they passed alongside Cly without harming him. One, two, three more nails were battered out of the way like incoming baseballs, except not so round, and a lot more pointy. Six nails out of the way, but not even half yet. Cly shifted his weight low, and sidestepped quickly. Three more nails streaked passed his shoulder, which skimmed his shirt, and cut it. Valor was too far out to block anymore, and he hadn't the speed to dodge the last six nails. One. It stuck in his left hip, and dug in deep. Two. It missed his belly button by an inch, and inserted itself into Cly's chest. Three. A lucky shot, the nail drove in right through Cly's solar plexis. Four. It hit Cly's neck, but only the side, which barely missed his juggular vein. Five. Impaled into Cly's right eye, as eye fluid burst out. Six. It was about to enter his mouth, when Cly turned his head ever so slightly and caught the nail in his lips. The nail gun had taken heavy causalities upon him.

“Grab what you can! Lets get out of here!” Cly collapsed to the ground. I will not give up. Not now...not ever. I will stop Bloodpool! Cly gripped the nail in his eye, and tore it out, the entire eyeball coming with it. Ouch. Hmmm...so that is what an eyeball looks like on the inside? Cly grabbed the nail from beside his belly button, and ripped it out easily. He tugged on the nail in his hip, but found it to be stuck. The same with the one lodged in his solar plexis. These sticking out like this will only hinder me more. Cly cut the exposed parts of the nails off with Valor.

Esmeralda, who had just smashed two of the Bloodpools against the wall, saw them still moving. They just don't know when to give up, do they? She incinerated them like cardboard dipped in gasoline. Esmeralda turned around, and saw Cly very injured. Very concerned, she said in her thoughts, What happened?It was a nailgun, but I will try to manage. Esmeralda roared at the Bloodpool leader, and the two remaining minions. But there was a fourth! Bloodpool had a hostage, the president of the bank. Villains, they always need the hostages.“Stand back or I’ll pull this trigger and send a dozen of nails to this good for nothing breather’s brain." Esmeralda, don't try anything. We don't want another innocent death at our hands.Right, I'll follow your lead. Cly weakily stood up, but tried to feel as strong as he could. Cly said, "Can't we come to some sort of agreement here? Leave the old man out of this. It's you against me!" Bloodpool heard him, but had something else in mind. The two alive henchman moved behind Bloodpool, which appeared to be a sign of escape soon. Bloodpool spoke in his dark voice, “Knight, Do you think that you can stop fate? My story, is legendary, you on the other hand are just a simple boy who acts first and think after. Now, after all this trouble, Do you really think that I don’t have a backup plan? Somewhere in the city this man’s wife is been held hostage and only I know where she is, If you want him to see her alive again; Then you and your giant lizard better do as I say. The deal is simple, leave and we will let him and his woman live...In the other hand, stay and see how this man's insides look alike.” Sweat poured down Cly. He thought about it, and said, "Okay, you can have it your way."

Bloodpool threw small objects, pellets toward Esmeralda. Watch out! He was too late. The pellet flashed brightly, which blinded her, then a second kind of pellet burst. My eyes! A thick, purple cloud came around Esmeralda, and she began to cough. Cly...my lungs...I can hardly breathe... She collapsed to the ground. Cly screamed as he slammed his fists together. Bloodpool slit the hostage's neck, and slammed him against a wall, then threw his knife toward Cly. No...all my effort, and they still die. NO!!! He ducked, surely to dodge the knife, when his muscles went haywire. It made him jump up into the air, and directly in the path of the knife. It struck, and dug deep into his chest, an inch from his heart. Cly collapsed to the ground. Reality was now blurred, and he could only hear the foe say one last thing. "Three choices hero! Save your dragon! Save the victim! Or chase the villain! Which one will it be? HERO! HAHAHAHA!" The three Bloodpool's ran off and got in their vehicle, and drove off.

The words echoed in his mind. Three choices. Save your dragon! NO!!! Esmeralda!!! She did not respond. Save the victim! The president of the bank, who was either already dead or nearly dead from the knife to the throat. Cly coughed up blood. Chase the villain. That, out the three was the least important, for two reasons. First, to protect is much more important than to sacrifice all to take out something small. And second...Cly forced a smile.

Before Cly had broken into the bank, he had tied a steel cable to underneath the chassis of the Bloodpool's vehicle. He had about 1000 feet of it, in a sewer, via a manhole. Once the 1000 feet ran out, the vehicle would crumple. I pray that stops them, for they need to be stopped.

After five minutes, Cly felt the strength to sit up. He crawled over near the banker, who was long gone, and shook his head. I am sorry my friend, but I tried my best, and it wasn't enough. Cly drug himself over to Esmeralda, who was completely still. He felt for a pulse. A very weak pulse signature he could feel. Cly felt how much poision she had actually been exposed to. It pumped through her veins, and would kill her very shortly. I must do this, for my greatest friend. Cly took Valor and made a slit on Esmeralda's belly. He slit his own hand, and thrust it into her belly that now bled. He focused what remaining energy he had left, found the poison, and began to drain it from her blood. Cly skin now had become light purple, because of all the poison that he had extracted from her. He found the last trace of it, and pulled it out. "AHHHHH!!!!!"

He collapsed to the ground, filled with enough poison to kill five hundred men. Only a miracle could save him now.

   Kurrent filled Slinger in on all of the details that he had about the so called Vice Bomb and its effects on the super powered community as they traveled from the Liberty Island construction site to the docks. Unfortunately, or fortunately for the devil in disguise, there wasn't much new information aside from the information gained from the French first responders. As far as the rest of the world was concerned, when something happens that only affects the super community, they let the supers deal with it alone, and they were in no shape to do much about it at the moment.
   "Kurrent," Slinger said as they arrived to a panicked scene, an empty ship with a slaughtered crew, "I think it sounds as if Spidey and A.G. have the situation in the city under control, and I can probably handle things here. Maybe you should check into that Vice Bomb? We probably should try and find out who was responsible, someone with that kind of weapon could really turn the world on its head if they wanted to, and it would be best to make sure that nothing like this ever happens again."
   Baphomet, jumped into the air and took off, following a path of alarms and destruction, he arrived at the federal reserve bank where not moments before a battle had taken place. He landed near an officer at the scene outside a police line that surrounded the building but kept a wide radius. "What's happened here?" He asked the officer in charge.
   "Slinger! Welcome back from the dead. It's a pretty gruesome scene here, there was a robbery, and the perp. got away, but not before filling the building with toxic gas. None of us can safely go near, there were people inside though, I'm afraid they're gonners by now." The policemen frowned feeling the futility.
   "Say no more, I'll take care of it." Slinger told the despairing policeman and he entered the building. Most of the gas had dispersed through the building's ventilation system, and it didn't take long for Baphomet to spot where a bloody battle took place. Among the dead and dying he spotted a boy with a dragon, and a man with his throat slit dressed in a suit. From the look of it, the dragon seemed like it would pull through, the boy had taken the brunt of the poison.
   Slinger knelt next to the boy, who was dressed similarly to what he used to wear as a young squire and put his left hand over the boy's chest. He could feel a weak heartbeat from him fading quickly and began to channel healing energy into his arm and out through his fingertips. Bright blue light flashed as the blazing hot energy coursed through the dying person's body, speeding through his veins and burning off the poison in his system.
   Next Slinger walked over to the man wearing the suit. He was pale and had bled out. Baphomet noticed a name tag that marked him as the bank president and thinking that a man in such a position might prove useful knelt beside him as well. "This one will bear the mark." He said as Baphomet held his hand to the man's throat, and flooded him with energy in a similar fashion as he had with the boy. This time though, the healing energy was tainted with Baphomet's dark force, and when the nab was reborn, he was born a thrall to his evil power. "He will make an excellent servant."

"(Mechanical voice coming from the large computer) Tracking signal sent from Crimson death's broadcast as ordered. Searching  for GPS of origin. " The giant machine hidden away behind the walls of M Investigations did it's task without any type of hesitation or deterrence. You could see the computer screen running number and tracing the signal from a from the red skulled criminal master mind.

The crowd split for him, afraid of his power. He knew the other cops wouldn't take too long to get a new pair of undies and attempt what the other man, Mr. Smith, had failed. He abruptly stopped in front of a woman who stood by a cop car, she held a baby, which Con gently patted on the head as people stepped out his way so he could see himself in the coppers window. Con was a mess his knee length grey coat was tattered, his hair was now dark brown and had shortened round the sides but was still a lengthy mess on top. He brushed his hair from his still brown eyes, his nose was a little more pointed, his chin more broad and masculine but still medium, his eyebrows were thin tight and sharp which rested gently above his eyes which held nothing in them but a look of age and carefree, all surrounded by a cool liquid that sung to you like a heartsunk lullaby.

He cracked another smile, Straightened his coat, tugged up the collar of his white, bloodstained, shirt, flattened his grey pinstriped waist coat, brushed down on his matching trousers and loosened his blood red tie, before walking on again. con pulled from his jacket a pack of cigars they were pretty crushed but one had survived, he pulled it from his jacket and set it alight. He felt a gun pressed to his back, he shook his head, humans never learn but he was a better man, he had missed the days when villains had boundaries, now kids just kill each other on streets, it was pitiful. Earth was a lousy home planet, but it did get better, he knew that, he'd seen it, he'd made it. Things go back to good old ways.

 His hand formed four ice daggers he threw them behind himself into the cops foot, he grabbed the gun and swung upward it into his chin carrying on to the nose. He knew the guy had fallen for there was a light shudder under Constantine's feet. Con was starting to cross the road, cars zipping by in all directions, all though the traffic had slowed, he could see the red BMW had crashed into a wall, J. Smith was getting up holding his back. good for him Con laughed as he stepped out into the road, as he looked over his shoulder, some policemen where getting back in their cars whilst overs faltered on the edge of the road.

Con punched his fists down toward the ground, and from the ground raised two earth pillars that smashed through the engines of the cop cars lifting them slightly from the ground, Smith had rested himself against the car, using it for protection, his gun was out and he was preparing to fire. Con was getting bored and he knew he was about to use something he hadn't in a while, and sure enough, Smith pulled the trigger, unloading tthe clip. Constantine raised his hand concentrating, the police saw an oppurtunity and started across the road toward him, the bullets stopped. mid-air just frozen.

And suddnly they started to turn, he could see another car coming, and then he let go, the bullets hit the car, popping the front tires and it skid out of control straight into the cops crossing the street.

Flesh burning under his uniform a loud ringing in his ear. His eyes could se mostly only black. His eyes began to find the colors of the rainbow around him. It was as if he was waking from a long and deep sleep ready to deal with the rule but the truth of the fact was he was not at all sleep. The thing about the mind is when it is off it never really keeps time and in fact only a few seconds had pasted from when he was walking down a dark ally till he was electroucted from behind by a crazed lunatic in a bright blue suit screaming at him " WHERE IS THE CURE YOU SON OF A B!TCH" 

Under the clouded and dark sky, parts of New York City were now in burning ruins, mostly due to the rampage of the alien known as Kado. As if it wasn't enough, Kado had somehow created dark clones of himself that were next to invincible. Wanderer had just flown through the airspace above NYC, from the southern edge of Manhattan, to the site where Empire State Building used to stand. He watched how the original giant rushed away from the scene, leaving his phantoms to ravage the city. I'd go after him but then his clones will destroy the city...

 He turned away his attention from Kado to one of the dark replicates, the one that had earlier kicked his original host in the face. Floating in the air, he raised his left palm and aiming towards the phantom's chest about 6 meters away, an azure energy field sparked around the hand as the photons charged...before his glowing eyes narrowed and the light burst was discharged at the replicate. The area was lit up for a short second, before Wanderer floated down to the ground, and the phantom shrugged off the impact as if it had been nothing. Izaac's eyes widened in surprise. WHAT?! The Great Wall of China would have a hard time resisting a burst of that level...oh well, nothing that more raw force won't fix. Charging for another light burst in the same hand as earlier, the sound of running, and heavy footsteps against the rubble made him turn his head around to see another dark phantom rush at him. A weak smile formed and his body was quickly engulfed in a blue shine before dissappearing from the area, leading the two Kado replicates to collide with eachother. The collision sent a slight shockwave through the air, and the sound would almost have been enough to shatter glass windows...if there had been any left in the area.

 Reforming at the same time, on a spot approximately 10 meters to the left of where he had been before, Izaac reassured by looking through the surroundings that he really was where he intended to teleport. Confirming it without hardly any mental effort, his attention turned to the phantoms once again. The violent giants were crackling from dark energy, and soon, they weren't two phantoms anymore...they were six. They...replicate when they get hurt? That's...not good at all. How do you stop something you can't hurt? Seeing as how two of the giants were running in his way, his both palms stretched out and generated a half-transparent, blue shield of pure photonic energy. I need to think. How can anything stop these things? Killing the original? Not a safe technique, and I don't even like the idea of killing. The phantoms pounded hard on the shield...trying to force it open. Imprison them? It's an idea...but what could hold them in? Nothing on top of my head would work seeing as how not even this shield will work for long... The phantoms were pounding harder, and Izaac's force of will had a hard time resisting. Teleport them away? No...they could just as well replicate anywhere I teleport them. Nothing can ever be completely safe from these. But then a temporary plan struck him, a tactic that could buy him some time to figure out a permanent solution. The Silent Walker relaxed a little, closed his eyes, and once again teleported away.

 Reforming on a rooftop nearby, behind the place he had been on earlier. By the poundings of the giants, the blue shield shattered into hundreds of glowing shards that dissipated in the wind. According to my calculations...my power should even have shifted a little by now. The thought was confirmed by glancing at the roff he was standing on, it had been covered by a thin layer of frost. A vaguely sinister smile formed on his face, and he took a few steps back, ran to the edge and jumped from the roof, taking flight. Before touching the ground, two frost beams had been aimed for the shadow replicates that attacked him earlier, and they were now both covered by a half-meter thick layer of ice. Maybe it worked. Maybe freezing them in their track is the solution. But a crack appeared on the ice cover of one of the clones, and he was had soon broken free completely. Same for the other one, and they begun to brush off some of the excess snow while threateningly walking toward Wanderer. At least they didn't replicate...but I might know how to stop them now. The same sinister grin appeared on his face again, but it faded away quickly into surprise when the shadow replications seemed to dissipate, or being summoned elsewhere. So I guess their original host found a way to get rid of them...well less work for us. From an alley, Wanderer could spot a familiar mind...it was Sammy Holland. Somehow only his own fight had been on his mind, aiding Alpha Guard and Wandering Spider in their fights had escaped him somehow. Looking towards where Sammy was running, he could soon spot Adam as well, who seemed to be injured. Izaac concentrated lightly, and teleported closer to their location, standing on the opposite side of Sammy. Guys, can one of you help me take him to the HQ? He seems in bad shape. The Silent Walker looked down at Adam and agreed. He responded to her by asking another question through telepathy, as was his usual means of communication. Where is your current HQ? Because for some reason I can't imagine it's at Statue of Liberty anymore... Sammy sighed. It's at..well..just...sigh...read my mind, takes less time. He stared at her in surprise as his eyes ceased glowing and turned dark red. Uh...alright... Putting his left hand on her forehead, the location of the temporary Veritas HQ was drawn into his mind. Still holding his left palm on her forehead, he moved his other hand to Adam's shoulder and made himself ready to teleport. Be ready...and close your eyes. The three of them were engulfed in a blue aura as they faded away, going to the temporary Veritas Headquarters.