The Secret War

In a time of war......A time of despair and pointless fighting, the forces of good and evil of the world all rested their feet upon a planet ruled by dictarship.....Driven to rebellion. In the multi story hi tech building of WAL HQ many if not all of its members who slept under its roof had made their way to ninjeta....guided by aportal designed by perhaps their most intelligent member. Andras, though not a member but a friend had also been asked to go....A question he answered with refusal. He lay their, like a stern statue of ice, not moving. His icy eyes stayed fixed towards the cieling and every breath he toook released a torrent of misty frost. The entire room was chilled, not through the air conditioning or because the weather was frosty, een in this summer season, but because the boy himself froze it. His spirit power forming the same type of cold cloud that came from a breath in the middle of a winters morning.

Trying so hard to take his mind from the thought of ninjeta and the many battles that would be happening their, was like taking your mind away from thought itself....A task proven to impossible. Standing up he paced around the room, constantly shifting his silver hair around, though he didn't realize his hand was in motion. A reflex perhaps? No he was still trying to take his mind away from that which could not be ignored. Why? He thought to himself, did ninjeta mean that much..Was it really worth saving? Perhaps it was.....Or perhaps it was like earth, already beyond saving. Though even then he never stopped trying to save this world...Even if it could never truly be saved. Andras was young, but had thought many battles, many of which were against spirits that could not be seen so easily.

He had met many ninjans, one of whom was like a sister to him, but he cared little for the others. The one thing he did care about were his friends, all those who were up there fighting for a planet that was not their own....All those who did battle for peace even if that peace was for a race that may never thank them. The shinigami and captain of the 10th division walked over to a small desk and picked up his haori.....Placing it on and he grasped his zanpakuto, resting it upon his back, the blade almost as big as he was. making his way to the portal...He noticed that it had not shut down and knowing Tman it was safe to use. Taking a deep breath.....The nerves of going to a planet he was not familiar with took over but only for the briefest of moments, as those azure eyes soon glowed with fierce determination as he stepped through the portal.

The trip from the HQ to the planet was brief but an experience that rumbled his stomach and made him feel uneasy, but quickly he composed himself..No time dwelling on the trip when the destination was a place that could take your life at any given moment. He looked around, but saw nothing only desolate land. He expected to have landed with the WAL members and those members of Vertias, but they where nowhere to be seen. Did the portal malfunction? Concentrating he located the spirit power of his friends not to far away. As he made his way there he noticed a small ninjan convoy...Chanting loudly as he also noticed other ninjans chanied by their hands and feet. The battle elswhere would have to wait. Looking over his shoulder.....

"Ready Hyornimaru?"

The battle kept on going on the background as the mercenary turned around just to find a awkward looking man who had crushed a soldier against a rock and interacted with him by asking if he was part of the group Veritas inc. The merc almost finding it offensive he retaliated by saying “Not even in their dreams.. I’m a mercenary and as far as I know that Kurrent has had a bullet with his name on it on my gun ever since we met in north Dakota.” The merc then unleashed his energy sword and activate it as he wield it in reverse grip on his right hand “Now.. Excuse le moi, I got assess to kick and others save.” said Bandit right before he zoomed into hyper speed and by passing a Ninjan he ducks and sends a slice with the energy sword to the left side of the abdomen as he comes a few feet away to a screeching halt as the crying of the soldier filled the merc’s ears. “Didn’t liked that did you?” asked the merc taunting the soldier.

Dropping to one knee as the wound from the energy sword burned the flesh of the wounded the warrior order the masses with a simple request “Get the jester!” screamed the lady ordering the other soldiers to attack the mercenary.

Lycans, super soldiers friendly/enemy Ninjans and Metas all battled it out on the background as the mercenary unlike them he opted for a tactical retreat by phasing through the very ground the mercenary disappeared right before the Ninjans could carry out their orders to kill the mercenary. Using his X-ray vision to be able to see a safe place to come back up to the surface the mercenary looking down to his surprise about three mile away he could see some sort of opening. “Is that what I think it is?” he asked himself as he went deep into the ground and dropped from the ceiling into underground cave just under the battlefield. The first thing to notices is the water on the cave’s surface been up to the ankles, using his night vision the merc gaze upon several underground tunnels “Interesting… Very interesting.. This place might be some sort of underground river.. Well, more like some sort of an artery, leading to..(?)” squatting the merc takes some water in his hand and tucking up his mask he taste it realizing “.. It leads to a river or lake.” The mercenary then looks up and notice the top of the cave was stone yet it was covered in sand which his sexy brain gave him the logic that: “In rainy days this place fills up… Still, seems like I found my way out if things don’t go according to plan.”

Returning to the surface the mercenary with his X-ray vision he scans the perimeter and notice how in the incredible disadvantage the allies were falling.. But other than allies his contractor had been taken down by several wounds to the body. “Stubborn, Lycan. I warned you that it was a bad idea to come here.”



Coming to the Lycan’s aid was the fighting Risky, who was trying to reach her leader at all cost but was also worried about her own hide, and with reason.

Realizing he had to honor his contract not to mention assure his own ticket home a loud sigh came from the regretting mercenary who was now headed toward the Lycan using his speed force and his energy sword going right through the wave of warriors using the chopping off anyone on his path till he arrived next to the Hunter. “I’m only doing this because I was paid.. Don’t even dare to think I care.” said the proud mercenary to the unconscious Lycan as he snatches one of Hunter’s energy swords.

Taking distance from Hunter as he threatens the Ninjans around him with the swords the mercenary apparently is readying to perform something spectacular.

Extending his arms as he tighten his grip over the energy blades between his grasp the mercenary crossing his legs he began to twirl in one same spot several times gaining speed with each passing second as the air surrounding him fallowed along the momentum becoming as sharp as the blades that the mercenary held on each hands. “Red tornado!” with those words the Bandit then made the blender he had become into a wandering death attack as he chased the Ninjans surrounding Lycan king away. Heads, arms torsos along with blood was spraying off as they were sever from the Ninjans by the light speeding energy blades saving Hunter from further damage.

Realizing most of the Ninjan were fleeing his attack, Bandido all the sudden stops for a breather after clearing a large opening for the Lycan to maybe heal…But would he? Looking over his shoulder the mercenary looked at the unconscious Lycan and using his X-ray vision he gazed upon the leader, but didn’t see any sign of healing in the body of the Hunter.

 Reaching his communicator realizing his teammates might have notice his courageous act and expected a report the Bandit addressing Risky over his communicator mumbling “Those wounds.. They are too severe to come back from..… Even for him.” stated the mercenary to the Wolf Pack lieutenant.

There was no need to ease the words for not even that could cloud the fact that the Lycan king might already be gone. 

Ninjeta, The Present:

“YOU’RE TOO LATE HERO!

 THERE IS NO ESCAPE!

 I‘VE WRITTEN YOUR DESTINY!!”

Nodding her head, "Its good to have you on our side." she then turned towards the city with high walls and then back to the rebels. "Ninjan Freedom Fighters, the time is now for us to take back your city capital, to over throw Hayden and give the thrown back to someone who will not destroy their own planet to show others that they are worthy to be praised. We can end the battle on this side of Ninjeta today! Let us go into Farwick, and take back what belongs to all of you!" She then burst into flames. "At the darkest moment comes the brightest light!"

Ethan looked up for a moment, peeking into Gambler's room out of curiosity for the first time since his arrival to the Master of Manipulation's quarters. It was abnormal in size compared to his own, Gambler having what seemed to be two or three master bedrooms packed into one space. He had a personal bathroom, closed, that seemed to rival somewhere of a grand size for his personal relaxation. Even the bed was 'overgrown,' and fit for a fat off of power king unlike Stryke's own king sized bed that was plain and normal with crimson laced with white sheets and pillows. The floors were elaborate with designs and full of light detail. Everything was done on a grand scale for the King of Kings, and that bothered the 'new guy.' Ethan held some resentment against the man,Gambler was expertly lavished. His tongue rolled in his mouth, his eyes mimicking as he was befuddled by what a simple corrupted, power hungry being could be treated like. Stryke lusted for this recognition, just a hint of respect from those with more experience in combat and consensual knowledge. However, he knew he wasn't going to get that sort of respect until he earned it, and that would take a while.

Stryke clicked his tongue in annoyance, a look of bitterness filled his face. Ethan's composure was kind of lost, revealing his anger and angst for making himself look like a complete fool, talking to air instead of his 'divine' leader. His mouth became small, clenched completely closed, and straight. His eyes narrowed and he had a mean frown that caused many creases on his face. He folded his arms, his hands hidden underneath his armpits and the front of his dirty blond hair messy.

" Well... There are much better things to do then stand around here. As you can see, I was on a mission and just got back so I'll bow out and get cleaned up. Looks like our precious leader is not here like we assumed. No need for me to be here anyways."

Stryke turned around quickly, and put his left hand on a wall to stop himself from turning to far. Without that action, he would of landed on his face because of an unbalance in his footwork. That was at least partial luck, but his composure and facial expression did not change. Facing out towards the hallway that resided an entrance to his room, he looked back at MadroS. His head was turned, and so only the Ninjeta sun hit him on one side of his face while the other seemed to be turned pitch black except for small parts."Try the war room, our beloved leader likes to play chess and work on taking over a planet.... I'm sure you'll be happy to find him in or around the area." With that, Ethan walked off towards his room. Various windows laced the hallway with light, and the unlit chandeliers every couple of yards gleamed with a magnificent glow. There were a few tables here and there next to doors into House of G representatives rooms and other Ninjan Military dorms, and most had towels for bathing or colorful flowers in valuable vases on them. Ethan slowly shrugged off his attitude, his face becoming normal and relaxed. When he appeared from his room, a towel was placed for him next to a vexatious vase that was colored almost blood-like. Stryke was slightly bothered by this, as in a few hours he would be murdering prisoners in the execution rooms.

Actually, half of the prisoners were used as practice enemies against Ninjan warriors. The other half would be murdered, while the women and children were left out of the whole mess most of the time. Women get the a good part of the bad peace of the spoils of war, being used as 'toys' for men and sometimes sinful women who hid their actions for months before being released out into the real world. Sometimes those women ended up with large wombs from children yet to be born as they emerged and literally ran away from Gambler's fortress of solitude. Children whose mother's go through the months of torture primarily die or become orphans, sometimes adopted, before their parent gets out because they cannot feed, cloth, and house themselves alone despite their Ninjan heritage. As a matter of fact, Stryke had tried using spoils of war when he was first put upon the planet. It was 'better' in his opinion than being with earth women. The chains that kept the Ninjan women from unleashing scorned fury were discouraging, but you would get used to it.

Opening his door, Ethan walked through his master bedroom into his bathroom. He shut the door and started up a hot shower. When the water was warm, he jumped in. A few moments later the water was scolding hot, causing Ethan to jump around before lowering the heat of the water. His lucky streak had been broken, he hadn't fallen on his face, but he had ended up almost burned and numbed. When that was done, Stryke washed himself thoroughly, using his soap and conditioner to wipe away the grim and dirt that he had gathered from sleeping in tents with the Ninjan rebel beasts. Swirling mist formed around the bathroom, blurring vision only a slight bit. Finished, Ethan turned off the running shower head and then emerged out of the bath tube, his body pouring down from the fresh, wet water. Taking the towel, he pulled it unto himself and dried off what was virtually his whole body. With his uniform already in the bathroom, Stryke slid it on. He put on socks and his special boots along with his heavy gloves.

Emerging from his physical cleansing, Ethan grabbed his Falchion-styled sword and strapped it onto the right side of his waist, it's three and a half foot dimension draping almost half his height. On the other side of his body, in its holster, was a mace. It was more than that, and only people who see it would believe its titanium might. Fully garbed, Ethan slipped on a large men's kimono styled jacket crimson with white and black linings. Looking more official, Stryke emerged from his quarters and began his way to the execution grounds. He was going to murder ten prisoners today, those who were causing problems or either were to old and frail to continue to live in seclusion and in poor conditions.


Execution Grounds: Hidden Behind the Training Grounds for Gambler's Ninjan's-

Ethan was looking towards a window when the prisoners he was supposed to kill were put in front of him on their knees. The window wasn't moving, he was just in a malicious trance to look at it. The weeping of some prisoners aroused Ethan. He turned his head to notice a few weeping men and a few with not one ounce of fear. Two of the penalized were children, barely twelve years of age, but Stryke had no time for pity. Ethan's hands were hidden in the kimono's sleeves. Stryke had manipulated the walk ways until he had found the Grounds, and then he had centered himself in the middle of the blood soaked ground. Apparently, someone else had been doing their villainous deeds before him. However, the lust for death was not appeased. Killing was becoming almost like chess now, using up the pawns until the king and queen were weak.

"Alright, any last words?" Ethan announced his wicked wish upon the men with a sigh.

As he expected some spit at his feet, some showed him puffy eyes from their crying, and others looked at the floor. Stryke moved to the first prisoner, a guard was holding him down. Pulling out his Falchion, Ethan put it on the man's shoulder faintly. He was skinny, probably from starvation, and he was looking Ethan straight in the eyes. Stryke was beginning to dread doing a job over and over because of an over populace of prisoners. In a rhetorical question, Ethan muttered words."Well I assume you are ready to meet your maker." He recieved a nod back. Ethan lifted his blade up into the air with his left hand. He came down for a slicing blow, and it connected. It didn't slice right through because of Ninjan durability, but it made a large gash that poured blood from the neck right down and over his body until it reached his knees.

Moving on, the guard let go of the dead man who simply fell to the ground gurgling as his body slowly became lifeless. Ethan continued his murderous reign, his precision causing no blood to splatter on him. As he went through the men, he saw everything from the old to the new, hot headed prisoner. The last two were the children. He was slightly uneasy by committing the act, however Ethan knew he couldn't be seen as a weakling in the eyes of others. Then he noticed the face of one of the children. Through the bruises from getting a beating, and being dehydrated and dirty Stryke saw the face of Ga. He stopped, his hand raised ready to inflict a killing blow. Ethan's eyes opened wide, his mouth gaped, and he was awed.

"You!"

Ga looked up, and as he realized the face of Ethan; he precisely spit in the man's forehead. He lashed out, trying to break free from his chains ferociously." What do you want! You bastard, you put me here! Remember that, remember the boy you killed you monster!"

Stryke frowned, this was starting to gab attention from the guards. Instead, he whispered."How dare you speak to me like that you fool! Especially when I have a sword raised to slice your head off! Show damn respect."

"You don't deserve it."

" You are right, no one deserves respect from someone with such insolence as a dirty beast-monger." Using his right hand, Ethan backhanded the child. One of Ga's teeth protruded from his mouth. He looked back, his eyes revealing a living, dwelling fire!

"Coming from you!.... You knocked me and my friends unconscious with false lies, and then we are put in a jail....Some hero."

"I was never a hero," Ethan leaned down and near Ga." I faked that... I am a villain as vile as a killing syringe injected into your thigh. The world is insane, and we all are as well." In return, Stryke spat in Ga's face.

Ga looked up at him. "Why did you save us the pain! And then let it come flooding back.They've all been killed by a women with a death touch that would cripple you!!!!!"

"Because somewhere in my monstrous heart I felt sorry, and you will not get that kind of reaction again. So look no further than what I'm about to do to that friend of yours. Your last apparently." Stryke screamed the words as he pointed to the other boy. Ga was becoming a stubborn brat, and Ethan was not going to take his crap. Raising his sword, he brought down a hack into the child's head. Blood flew out of the head as it fell side ways dead along with its body.

"Death has many aliases, Ga. I saved you from dying in a fight that way you could be released alone with a small chance. But you bring yourself to be brought in front of me again, and now I must deliver a killing blow to you. Truthfully, you were a good friend... You were just to naive." Stryke looked at the boy with a hint of sorrow and resentment for what was about to happen. Ethan's eyes lowered, his mouth began to quiver, and his body began to shake wildly. He closed his eyes and raised his sword, using both hands this time. Taking deep breaths, Ethan realized they were coming out in rasps more than in a normal fashion. It was time to finish this now. Although he did not want to, he knew he needed to destroy his weakness for this child... This whelp, a child coward!

Ethan brought down the blade, it connected, and his sword became lodged within the head of the boy he had once called friend. With his eyes still closed, Ethan pulled the sword away from the body and heard as it fell backwards. Slipping the sword into its sheath, he turned not to see the boy's expression. He looked at one of the guards, "Clean up the mess, I'm taking my leave." Stryke walked away slowly, but curiosity killed him. He turned to see the child with its eyes open in fear and unexpectedness. The boy hadn't expected Ethan to bring down the blade, which only made it worse. Unable to bear it, Stryke turned around and hit himself on the head. I told myself not to turn.... Why did I do it anyways!

Distraught, Stryke berated towards the War Room where he suspected The House of G's leader to be. Gambler surly was there, he was planning something big; Stryke wanted to know what.

The rocky ground was stained with the crimson fluids of all the Ninjan, human and mutant race that have been doomed to fight this never ending war. Since dawn Alexandra as been scouting the planet, for anything that could be useful to the newest team she has just recently joined... the Femme Fatales, a team lead by the famous Lady Tlieso and Rina Redhead. The team had been formed for a while, just been standing behind in the world, watching how the other villain teams function with each other, allow the rival teams to grow with hate for each other. But now it was time for the female team to begin themselves known. Which is why Homicide was currently doing, she was going to help put the team on the map.

Not stopping for anyone, or anything, the young assassin darted through the battle fields, the smell of death clinging onto her body as she stepped over the bodies of fallen Ninjan Warriors. Nothing seemed like it would give the FF an advantage on the battlefield. That is... until she caught eye of some very familiar markings. Kneeling down on a boulder she ran her bare fingers along what seemed to be three claw marks that were bloody. A smirk came upon her face, only one team made markings like this. "Wolf Pack..." she spoke as she stood up and looked around, she could see footsteps going on for miles in every direction, jumping down to the dirt, she gently crouched down, placing her two fingers against a set of foot prints. "Its only a couple of hours old..." She chuckled to herself as she stood up, and took off running in the direction of foot prints, pulling her twin blades out at the same time from her back as she picked up her speed. Pressing against her right ear she began to speak. "I'm currently tracking down something, it might be beneficial to us, I'll report back if I find what I'm looking for, Homicide out." She continued to rush through the area, less and less bodies being seen laying on the ground, but as she looked at them while running, she noticed slash marks all over them, and the marks looked fresher and fresher every second. 'I'm getting close' a smile came upon the woman's pail face as she noticed that a small battle was still going on up ahead.

Ninjans could be seen fighting each other, the only reason she could tell who was who, was because of the armor that one group was wearing. Slick, shiny, and their weapons, more advanced than that of the rebels, who seemed to be loosing right this second. 'Looks like I do get some fun...' she thought to herself as she suddenly seemed to disappear from where she was once at. Less than a second later she could be seen falling down from the sky, her blades in hand as she fell on top of a group of Ninjan soldiers, using her hook blades to dig into the back of their armor and force them hard on the ground along their backs, then knelt down and used the end of the hilt, which is sharpened into daggers, and smashed them into the Ninjan's necks, pulling them out a river of the warm crimson fluid shot out from their necks as they began to gag. With a cold chuckle Alex glared at the other Ninjan women who began to charge at her. But right when their blades were to hit her, they instead went right through her body and stumbled forward with surprised looks on their faces.

"Its a ghost!" One of them yelled as they all began to slowly back away from Homicide, then slowly began to make their way out of the field along with the rebels who were taking off in a whole other direction.

"No one else wants to play?" She said as she turned around and began to make her way to track down the Wolf Pack once more, only to step into a body that had a familiar... feeling to it. Looking downward she saw the body of none other than that of The Hunter; Willam Greystroke his body bloody, tattered, and seeming lifeless. Kneeling down sh pressed her index and middle finger against his neck which was torn up as well. She couldn't tell if he was alive or not, but she knew that her leader might want to see him. Standing back up she wiped the blood on her pants as she pressed against her right ear again. "This is Homicide, I've... found something that you might have some interest in." She spoke as she looked around, it didn't even seem that any of the other Wolf Pack members were around, it was... strange, for them to leave their own behind, and not just anyone... their Alpha Male. "Its Willam Greystroke, aka The Hunter. He's... dead.. I think, I cant really tell, his body looks like it was dragged through a slaughter house, and that's being nice." she paused for a moment. "Do you want me to bring the 'dog' to you?" She kicked a the body, flipping it to its side as she crouched down again began to check for weapons. "Honestly... he looks dead, and I don't see any of the other Wolf Pack members around his body, which is strange enough, I didn't think they would leave their own behind, especially their Alpha Male." She then stood there again as she nod her head. "as you wish..." And with that she knelt down and placed her left hand upon Hunters shoulder. "Teleport me up to the ship, I have a special guest for Lady Tlieso." Within seconds their bodies seemed to break down into a stream of red light and immediately shot up into the sky.

Less than two seconds later Homicide was now standing in a dimly lit room, with the body of The Hunter laying on the ground beneath her. Stepping up to her feet she slowly backed away and looked up, seeing Lady Tlieso waiting for the two to join her in her room, with the lycan 'kings' blood staining her floor. "Sorry... I didn't have time to clean him up." Homicide spoke as she put her twin hook blades away and slowly backed away towards the door. "I'll leave you to whatever it is you wish to do with him. I'll go back to Ninjeta and see if I can find anything else, and I'll report to you if I do find something. And with that, Homicide stepped out of Lady T's room and began to make her way back to the teleporters to be sent back to the planet at war.

She could see that Kurrent was not happy to see her. Oh if any thing she enjoyed it. To know that he did not welcome her with open arms was the best thing that had happened to her since she landed on he planted. As she stared at the hero she saw he did not trust her…which was a good move. The reason he kept his hand on his weapon was good tactic. Any way she would fight him later. Never the less she would never dare trust this man. She just barely trusted her own team mates there was no way she’d come to trust this man. As she saw him reluctantly reach out about to take her had she could feel a freeze in him motion as he reached for her weapon.

She did not flinch or even more just remained in her position as her fired a bullet right past her head. She could not help but keep the smile on her face as he pushed her aside like she did not even exist and turned his attention to the wounded female worrier. She took a step back next to Feral Nova and glanced at the woman. “Seems that he has not lost his touch” she thought to herself as she glared down at the woman. With that the worrier spoke with anger and pleasure in her voice. “Lord Darkchild will kill you all” she spat at Kurrent. Talon did not mind if Kurrent died on battle at least the world would have been cleared of one more hero. Never the less Kurrent had is good side and was if any thing at this point a Cymbrogi, Sword Brother, or at least how she picture him.

"I'll be sure to tell him you said that when I send him to meet you in hell" the elastration said with no mercy or regret in his voice. And at that point she almost pictured her brother. Strange how her mind worked but she would always make these connections. Her brother though was much worse than this hero would ever be. She would choose battling the electrocutioner (electrocutioner: A made up word Talon invented a mixture of electrician and executioner) than her brother. For he would not only physically wound her but mentally as well.

Then with that Kurrent aimed and fired three bullets into the woman’s neck. Talon stared astonished though did not show it. Her smug little grim she forced to fade. “You can take the hero out of the villain but you can’t take the villain out of the hero.” She whispered. To her Kurrent had not changed one bi. He was still that cold heartless beast that she had battled before. Just this time with a team to back him up. Dangerous he was but his team they were also pictured as a threat to her. All the members where highly trained and dangerous especially Despair.

Though Talon thought that woman’s powers very….interesting a unique she knew that Despair was not some one to make an enemy. And it was actually his team that Talon did not attack Kurrent on sight. She knew that she could never take on the Veritas inc on her own and she did not want to. She did not need any more enemies she already had a shortage of friends so she would remain on the good side of the man and his team. The Kurrent spoke mostly to Nova "That map contain the location of the Ninjeta capital city Farwick, on the SW side of the outskirts of the city their is a rebel group of about 50 Ninja warriors gathering to take the city. I need you to meet up with them and take command.”

Glancing over to the map she studied it intently for the short moment that she had and quickly saw the location and how to get there. She knew though that Kurrent would not fraternize with her or give her any order what so ever because of the battle. Though she did not know what she had one The city has to be taken and Hayden must be killed, Closure go with Nova and whoever she takes from WAL. As for the rest of use we are going to mount up a strike against the North and South which is probably heading this way." “Rest of us” she whispered her. He did not mention her name there for she could see that it would be pointless to try and get involved with him.

So instead of being with her other people she decided that she had completed  her mission and there for her next was to find at least on of her team mates. Turning her heal she survived the war zone. For some reason Hunter’s scent seemed very faint that could have been because of the distance between them though there was something nagging in the back of he mind. Pushing this aside she sniffed the air for the closest scent and was astonished when she realized it was Akwa’s.  After a reluctant contemplation she sprinted off toward him till his scent grew stronger. As it did she slowed her pace and looked around for any sing of her team mate.

Soon she could hear Akwa’s voice. She’d be able to distinguish that sound of tone no matter where she was. "Uh...I don't suppose any of you guys can help me? Just rolling the head closer maybe? Hello? Can anyone even hear me?" Turning her attention to the ground she could see Akwa’s head laying on the ground a few feet before her. She sighed but was not as humans would say freaked out at the slightest. She was a war child and she knew battle was never always clean. Though the decapitation and reattachment of a head she had never preformed. Walking over to the head she crouched down and looked Akwa in the eyes keeping her serious form.

“Akwa is it not that I have seemingly always have to help you out of less that appropriate situations. Never the less how you find yourself in these circumstances is amusing to say the least.  But since I see no other team mates in the close area I am forced to aid you in any way you wish it. So I will assume that you want me to bring you cranium closer to you body and I will comply to your wishes”. Though she would not have said that much she wanted to annoy Akwa and so she finally stopped and gently placed both her hands on the side of his head and walked over to his body. It was so strange how he seemed to survive every thing.

Approaching his body she was about to place his head down when she saw something in the distance. For a moment she was frozen in motion. It appeared that all time had suddenly stopped. She saw Hunters body lying motionless with a energy sword impaled through him. Subconsciously she dropped Akwa’s head  as the realization of what had happened occurred to her. She had noticed the  Lycans when she was trying to get to Kurrent’s position but she did not understand the full picture. With the Lycans with her meaning Hunter was on his own. “That Idiot!” she growled in anger. “That Stupid Idiot!” she said though emotion could be heard in her voice. Breaking her mood she quickly snapped out of it and picked up Akwa’s head once more reattaching him though her eyes never wavered form Hunter’s body.

Soon she saw G’bandit approach form a distance and seemingly pull out the weapon in his chest. Not long after that she heard his voice through the communicator. “Those wounds.. They are too severe to come back from..… Even for him.” The communication stopped and by know she had put the pieces back together. Falling on her knees she tried to get a grip on what happened though she could not fully. “He died protecting me…” she whispered. Taking in a deep breath she stood to her feet and pulled Akwa up. Looking at him she sighed. Doing her best to hold back any singe of emotion she felt she spoke “You are aware of the current situation as am I. Our main priority is to defeat Darkchild and Gambler. Their forces are just distractions to by them time.”

She paused and took in a breath. “Be carful and safe Akwa” she said with more hints of emotion. “I will join you and the others shortly..” with that she walked off but soon stopped and peered behind her shoulder. Then approaching her water boy one more she said “This is untimely and illogical act though I desire it and in some ways wish it.” With that she embraced Akwa tightly. And as she did a tear slid down her eyes. For that second she had gained the only comfort she could afford for herself due to her fathers death. Though she would have most likely been an emotion wreck she would not allow it. With that she pulled away from Akwa and wiped her tears. “I apologize for the act and promise it will not occur again.”

And taking off in a heated run she pursued her own agenda. She was heading southward to Gamblers location. Darkchild was a waste of time and the other Ninjeta person would be as well. Gambler was the more human not barbaric or pathetic in any way. Though she would have remained with her team mates or even wish for some one else to assist her she was better off along. There were emotions that she needed to unleash. “Madame” a male voice came from behind. Turning her heal she stared at a group of at least 20 Lycan worriers before her. Her chest tightened as she realized her status: She was The Princes of the Lycan Underworld.

“Yes” she said straightening her voice. “What are our orders” she was stuck. With Hunter out of action she took command of the Lycans. Gathering her courage she spoke. “All right these Ninjetans along with DC and Gamblers forces are tough I’ll give them that but there is one thing that lack in quantities. They are not Lycans and they retain no honor in their deeds. If I had a choice I’d not want any of you to die. But this is war death is part of the equation there for you should remain in a group and aid the other members on their way to DC. Remain near by each member and protect them. Our main gold is brining down DC and Gambler and the other bad guy. The worriers are only distractions never the less bring them all down. You have your orders and I will join you shortly.”

With that she was about to walk when another one of the Lucan worriers approached her. “My Lady as Lord Greystoke’s final order he said to protect the Princess and that is what I will do.” She glared at the man “Well belay that order””With all due respect it was his last and I will follow it out to the end. She could see that she was going to get now where fast so she reluctantly answered “So be it” and walked southward. They did not need a basket case at the moment. But even though Talon felt like falling apart she could not. The Lycans needed her she needed to remain calm the time for mourning would be on earth and the time for rebellion would come shortly….

Wolf Pack

"That's it, Laura!  Well done!" Williams’ voice rang throughout the train area as Abam prepared for you routine work out regiment. She could not help but smile at the two. William had become a different gentleman ever since Laura came into her life. Abam continued to wrap her hands over and over. Finally, she sprinkled power on her palms and proceeded to head toward the gymnastics equipment."Alright, your turn....  Remember, just trust your instincts and your body will take care of the rest." The father continued to root on his daughter. Abam glanced over at the two once more flashing a smile.

She looked forward and began to run toward the small tramline. Thrusting her feet into the tramline, she soared into the air. Her hands immediately grasped the bars and rotated around it several times. Abam lifted herself upward and the bar with her feet in the air. Slowly, she raised one hand horizontally with the other supporting her weight. After a few seconds she rotated once more but released the bar and flipped on to the second bar. Once her hands had hold of the second bar, she began to rotate faster and faster. Then all of a sudden she released the bar at the peak of a rotation shooting straight on the air.

Abam tucked herself in performing not one but two perfect somersaults. With absolute grace, she landed perfectly. Looking back the father and daughter, she witnessed the two in a Kodak moment. Despair started to rush over her as the memories of her daughter flashed before her eyes. If Lady Nightmare had not went crime fighting that night maybe, Roxy wouldn’t have been turned into a vampire.

Her body aches while she mentally beats herself up for her daughter leading a life of evil. “Roxy…”she whispers to herself as images of her little girl dance around in her mind. Abam manages to form a grin as the smile of her little girl entices her memory.

The depressing thoughts disappeared as a lycan guard busted through the door. She fixed her eyes on him and Hunter. "There is an urgent transmission from Sector 13 which requires your attention."…Alright, assemble the team and tell them to be at the teleportation pad in thirty minutes."

Hearing the Wolf pack leader, she teleported to her room to prepare for the announcement. Lady Nightmare when to the closet and slipped on her usually ninja costume: Loose Black pants with a utility belt on her waist, Black top stopping right above the beginning of her stomach and a mask covering her face with her sword at her side. Finally dressed, she teleported to the teleporting pad.

Sector 13- Is that bad luck?

Lady Nightmare tried to contain herself as everyone’s thoughts of curiosity clouded her psyche. All but her was curious of the situation. She had been hearing around about the two notorious villains’ absence on earth. There was no doubt in her mind that whatever reason the team was being assembled there had to do something with those to. Villains do not go away, they plot.

Her body tensed up as Hunter addressed the team. It was just as she thought. Gambler, Dc and Miles have taken over the Ninjan planet. It would not be long before they targeted Earth, for with evil comes greed. With that Lady Nightmare followed the team to the answer to the transportation problem.

“There she blows” she said as she gazed upon what Anderson called.....The Predator...... the next generation in intergalactic warfare.  It has a complex warp drive which allows it to travel at incredible speeds through space.  Yet, it also has a highly-advanced impulse drive which allows it to quickly maneuver in different atmospheres.  Yet, what The Predator is really made for is assault.  You'll find a large variety of missiles, torpedoes, and repulsor canons among its arsenal.  Its hull is composed of a special alloy with vibranium armor in certain areas.  In addition, several attack cruisers can be launched from the ship for more coverage during ground attacks.  Each attack cruiser carries its own arsenal of weapons including a rotating repulsor canon.  I've also included a special kind of projectile made especially for those Ninjans....."

Thinking to herself she questioned, “How hell is 13 producing this type of equipment?! I must do some research after we complete this mission.”With her suspicion at hand, Lady Nightmare proceeded to board the Predator. The machinery was as impressive inside. She took a seat next to on her fellow team members as the ship prepared for liftoff.

Space!

Restless, Lady Nightmare waited for their arrival. Her un-amused eyes lingered at Hunter as he began to speak to Warsman. She listened in searching for entertainment. "I'll need you down there with us, brother.  There's no telling what dangers will be waiting for us on the surface and I'll need a warrior with courage by my side. Here, look at this...." Her eyes lit up in amazement.  "This is an energy blade.... a powerful weapon given to us by Sector 13.  It's blade can cut through nearly anything." Hunter activated the mysterious device. Lady was even more astonished as before. "Each member of the team has one of these." he said.  "I'm sure you'll have no trouble at all finding a good use for it."

She reached in her sector 13 “goody bag” to find that very device. Her finger traced it as the studied its features.”It’s not what I’m used to but I’ll do” She closed her eyes as the sounds of War were beginning to call her. Lady Nightmare took in a whiff of air before getting to a killer’s mind set. All of her years of training flowed into her for it was time.

"Alright Team, we're nearing Ninjeta.  Report to the bridge." She did as the Lycan king commanded. When Lady arrived at the bridge, she was greeted with blaring alarms and flashing lights.

She even kept her balance as the ship rocked back and forth in response to enemy fire.

The place where people and the revolution via Attack cruiser

Lady Nightmare navigated the attack cruisers up the west flank. Enemy fire was coming from everywhere. She responded with a few shots of her own before coming up with a plan of her own. “Solider take the wheel!”  The two switched places.”Clear the way for us as we make our way in! The rest of you get out and back me up!” Lady Nightmare exited the cruiser just as the other super soldiers.

Immediately an enemy Ninjan charged at Lady Nightmare. She quickly grasped her new weapon and teleported it inside of her new acquaintance. Lady’s body appeared in front of her as she pulled the energy sword from the insides of the enemy. She turned around and cut through another Ninjan attempting to pounce on her. Lady Nightmare formed a psionic shield around herself.

Ninjans were coming left and right. Though Lady was quick she could not match the speed of the Ninjans.  Suddenly, one of them punched the shield head on. Lady Nightmare flung backwards.”I see this is not a time to fight fair. “

Acting quickly, Lady Nightmare casted a telepathic illusion on nearby enemies. Rotting corpses began to rise from the ground and pull the Ninjans into the soil. To them is would seem as if a thousand zombies were pulling them straight to hell. The face of the enemy was now confusion and fear.

One by one Lady Nightmare dismembered the bodies of the spell bound Ninjans. Hands, feet, and heads fell before her. With impeccable speed she grasped one of their heads and slapped a bomb on top of it. Three Ninjans were coming her way.”Strike!” she rolled the head toward them and let it explode in their faces.

Suddenly, she felt a huge pain in back as she was thrown to the ground. The enemy came on top of her and proceeded to try to beat her to death. The pain from the blows began to throb over and over again. Lady Nightmare pulled her katana from her side and trusted it in its private parts.

She teleported to her feet only to find a few super soldiers still at her side.

"Veritas, WAL, Wolf Pack and free Ninjan people, we are outnumbered but we are far from defeated. After this transmission form a 360 degree perimeter around the Phoenix and begin to push the enemy back. Believe in yourselves as much as I believe in you and we will be victorious in this batt......" 

Upon hearing the is yelled to her fellow soldiers. “You hear emm! Let’s make our way to the Phoenix!”

"Thank you Homicide, you have far exceeded my expectations. You'll be greatly rewarded. Now go enjoy yourself, I certainly will be."

Removing the small device from her ear Tlieso placed it into one of the many pockets that were hidden in the deep green kimono she wore. A slow satisfied smile came to her face as she walked over to the bleeding lycan and knelt beside him. Gently she removed the strands of hair that covered his handsome face, running her fingertips lightly over his head and torso searching.
"My, my the Ninjeta have certainly done a number on you haven't they?" After several long moments of reflection she found what she was seeking. A faint spark of life still remained in the battered and bleeding man that lay before her.  "Now things are going to get interesting. Fear not Wolf King, your life will begin anew this night."

Leaning down she gently kissed Hunters forehead with a wicked glint in her eye. As she crossed the room she began to untie the obi around her waist. The heavy silk slid down her
pale shoulders as she walked behind the paper screen that stood next to a tall black cabinet. Hidden from sight Tlieso changed into a black silk robe embroidered with a sparkling red thread that left her legs and lower arms bare. Mystical figures and occult symbols glinted in the light as she opened the cabinet. Lifting the lid on a small enamel box she removed a tiny jade bottle, a curving blade lay on its stand behind it. The scorpion engraved into the hilt cut into soft flesh of her palm was she raised it. Tucking the blade into the sash at her waist the blood sorceress turned back to the still form lying on her floor. A small gesture caused a number of candles to form a circle around the fallen lycan, a snap from her fingers and they burst into light. Glancing at the door two beams made of silver and iron slid across it barring entrance as a sigil glowed red on the door guaranteeing their privacy.

Kneeling beside him Tlieso removed the jade stopper and parted Hunter's bloodied lips allowing a single drop to fall onto his tongue. Raising the dagger between her breasts she bowed her head and began to chant. Long, silky black hair obscured her face as strange words fell from her tongue. Extend one silm pale arm over him she raised the blade and sliced down her arm, blood dripped from the wound as she walked a circle around him. Shimmering lights flashed a wall around the pair and vanished from sight. Tlieso ran her finger along her wound and began drawing kanji on Hunters body.
Chanting she layed her hands on the injured man as the wounds seemed to glow with a sickly light. Tempo increasing she threw her head back, revealing eyes that had turned to solid black, a faint howl filled the room and just as quickly faded away taking the light from the wounds with it. Silence. All wsa quiet until the deep, even sound of Hunters breath broke it. Faint pink scars were all that remained of his once grievous wounds. Falling back to her heels, the ninja gazed at him, looking like a well fed cat. Rising to her feet she broke with circle of blood with her toe and waved the bars off the door. The sigil faded as her servants approached at her mental call, a pair of well muscled men entered with downcast eyes. "Yes Mistress?"

"Take him to the empty suite down the hall. Clean him and make sure he is well fed."

As the men lifted him, Hunter stirred, the faint sound coming from his lips brought a smile to her face. Approaching the door with their burden she stopped them removing a black bag from a hidden drawer. Walking over to them Tlieso let the contents of the bag fall into her hand, a gleaming silver collar had a satisfying weight to it. Elaborately engraved with kanji, wolves and scorpions it was a beautiful thing to behold. As she Murmured a word of power the collar sprang open, her creation it would open only for her. Smiling down at the now healed lycan the collar snapped closed around his neck with a finality.  

"Every dog should have a collar."

He bit into the neck of a Ninjan officer, a female with raven-colored hair and silver eyes. She screamed a beautiful scream, one that was a mixture of agony and regret. She was very young and powerful. Warsman had collected three broken fingers and a dislocated arm because of her. And he wanted to thank her. Blood gushed into his mouth, spilling from the spaces between his teeth. His tongue lapped at her wound, but she had died and the blood began to spoil. So he threw her to the ground. The thud from her slumping body was less inspiration to run than the countless hundreds before her. Her subordinates did not carry a specific bond for her outside of respect as a superior warrior. They hated her. They wanted to love him for killing her, but they were controlled to behave otherwise to him.

Smiling his brutal grin, lower canines overlapping his upper lip, every last tooth sharpened to a point, every one of them knowing the taste of fresh meat with it, he lurched forward only to twist around and break a grunt's jaw with his limp hand. Moving on instinct and the sound of rushing feet, he ducked to evade a punch, but a spear was driven into his belly. He flashed his grin wider than before. They had spilled his blood. They wanted to see him die. They knew what they had to do. Did Warsman know what he was supposed to do? Had he forgotten? A Lycan fell, once upon a time, and he recognized fear. He recognized the emotion of anxiety, the notion that a group of fighters is doomed without a leader or inspiration. He wanted them to hate him. It was their only chance for survival once the Lycan crumbled under the weight of his ego.

"FOR THE LYCAN KING!!!"

The Ninjans who had piled on top of him were thrown aside, the spear piercing his innards broken like water against the rocks. Shards of it flew or impaled themselves in grotesque splinters in the red-drenched soil. There was no stopping now. Too many had died. Too many had yet to live.

"FOR THE LYCAN KING!!!"

His dead arm bashed open the skull of another, spilling its contents over the horrific scene. This was what insanity felt like? No pain, no regrets, and all the people who were once allies were now enemies? To admit it silently would be a crime. He liked the feeling.

But finally, the club was utterly shattered and the skin was more of a pouch carrying seed than a weapon. His other arm was still operating perfectly, though. And his legs were moving like a well-oiled pair of machines. He moved to strike again. With a swipe of his working hand, he was stained again. The seconds passing when he had pondered his useless, spindle-like limb were gone and mercy had faded from his vocabulary once more. Pain was gone. Agony was gone. Any notion of sympathy for their children, wives, husbands, relatives, or friends had vanished. If they were here, he would have killed them as well.

But outside of this realm of overwhelming disturbia, he was dying. His blood was boiling, his body leaking fluid along every conceivable inch. His lungs were puffing, out of breath, out of time. The serum caused even his Symaarian body to react dangerously to battle. He was no longer Symaarian, human, werewolf, vampire, or any race of being known and unknown to the universe. He was the berserker. Was he the only one? There had to be more to fight with him, to live and to die with him.

The Ninjans afraid, perhaps for the first instance in their long and majestic lives, had backed away from the thing. He was kneeling, impaled with all manner of weapon. Adamantium pierced his body, blood failing to run out of the deeper wounds because of his utter lack of the substance. His eyes welled up in tears. He had failed his leader and his team. He failed his adopted grandson, G'Bandit. He failed the women he had always admired: Risky, Talon, and Lady Nightmare. He failed Hunter, who was perhaps at the gates of Heaven, chuckling because of Warsman's slowing heartbeat.

Ba-dumpba-dumpba-dumpba-dump...

He felt it calming down.

Ba-dump ba-dump ba-dump...

Was he dead already?

Ba-dump...ba-dump...ba-dump...

No...

Ba-...

There was still one more beat.

...

“Madame...”

“Yes?”

“What are our orders?”

“All right these Ninjans along with DC and Gambler's forces are tough I’ll give them that but there is one thing that lack in quantities. They are not Lycans and they retain no honor in their deeds. If I had a choice I’d not want any of you to die. But this is war, death is part of the equation, therefore you should remain in a group and aid the other members on their way to DC. Remain near by each member and protect them. Our main goal is bringing down DC and Gambler and the other bad guy. The warriors are only distractions nevertheless bring them all down. You have your orders, I will join you shortly.”

“My Lady as Lord Greystoke’s final order he said to protect the Princess and that is what I will do.” 

“Well, belay that order.”

”With all due respect it was his last and I will follow it out to the end."

 “So be it.”

Raker, who had hidden himself on some the highest and well-covered branches of what appeared to be the Ninjan equivalent of a Great Red Oak Tree, watched as all but one of the twenty Lycan Soldiers whom their new leader had sent off to battle the Ninjan Forces up ahead and then turned his attention over to Scar. Scar, who had teleported to Ninjeta from Earth and joined up with Raker about half an hour after he had started making his way up North, stared back at Raker as he gestured over at Wolf Pack's new leader."That is her? She is The Last Remnant of The Greystroke Bloodline? Are you sure? She doesn't seem like the type who would turn on her own kind just like that. She's fiercely loyal, too loyal perhaps, to those she calls friends and allies."

Scar's face twisted into a look that seemed to be a mixture of both disapproval and annoyance as the words of doubt coming from Raker's mind entered hers."You have seen the Future just as I have, remember? This exact moment in time was amongst the visions we saw of the future before your "friend" Moriarty and his cohorts interrupted our meeting. The Lycan Princess you see below, Laura Greystroke, heads northward now towards The Child of Darkness's Domain. There she will forge an alliance with him and will set off a chain reaction of events that will not only turn the tide of war in favor of these world-conquering tyrants but will completely ruin everything we have been working so hard to achieve these past months. If you do not kill her before she reaches the stronghold of The Child of Darkness, then all of our preparations for making New Genesis a reality will have been for nothing."

"Alright but first...what say you my Lord?" Raker went silent for a moment, as did Scar, and then both of them turned their heads to the Heavens above as the voice of the one they serve echoed into being and began to speak the words he wanted them to hear.

"DO NOT ALLOW HER TO PERFORM THIS ACT OF BETRAYAL, NEW GENESIS DEPENDS ON IT. CONFRONT THE BITE-SPAWN OF WILLIAM GREYSTROKE, DEFEAT HER IN COMBAT AND THEN FEED HER TO ME. I WANT HER FLESH. I CRAVE HER SOUL. TOO LONG HAS IT BEEN SINCE I LAST HAD THE PLEASURE OF CONSUMING THE FLESH AND THE SOUL OF A GREYSTROKE. THEY ARE A RARE DELICACY INDEED, THEIR SOULS ARE DIFFERENT FROM ANY OTHER LIFEFORM INCLUDING OTHER LYCANS THAT I HAVE FEASTED UPON FOR THE DURATION OF MY ENTIRE EXISTENCE, THE SAME IS TO BE SAID OF THEIR UNIQUELY-TEXTURED FLESH." The Master's voice boomed in the same strange paradoxical hushed, whisper-like tone it always did but this time around there was something a little different about it, it almost sounded like The Master was...salivating. It was something Raker and Scar had never heard before, he knew his Master was always hungry, but neither of them had never heard him salivate.

"Different? In what way?" Raker asked, looking to the sky in curiosity.

"I also would like to know the difference." Scar interjected. "This is the first time I have ever heard you mention these Greystrokes as tasting...different, my Lord."

"IT IS...INDESCRIBABLE, MY MOST LOYAL SERVANTS. YOU WOULD HAVE TO CONSUME A GREYSTROKE FOR YOURSELVES IN ORDER TO TRULY UNDERSTAND THE DIFFERENCE. PERHAPS, AS THE FIRST OF THE MANY REWARDS YOU SHALL BOTH OBTAIN FOR ALL OF THE HARD WORK YOU TWO HAVE DONE OVER THE PAST FEW MONTHS TO FULFILL YOUR SEPARATE DUTIES, I SHALL ALLOW YOU TO TAKE PART IN THE CONSUMPTION OF THE LAST LIVING GREYSTROKE WITH ME, WOULD YOU LIKE THAT? WOULD YOU LIKE TO TAKE PART IN THE REMNANT'S CONSUMPTION WITH ME?" The Master replied.

"Yes..." Raker began to salivate heavily as he looked back down at The Princess of The Lycan Underworld. Like The Master he never salivated, never, for Raker it was a very unusual sensation but nevertheless for one reason or another it felt good. The feeling of being hungry for the first time in his entire existence felt good. "Yes...I would like that very much." Raker replied after wiping away the saliva on his mouth and regaining his composure.

"A-As would I..." Scar was literally, visibly trembling at the thought of getting the chance to dine with their Master, not to mention that it would be her first time getting a glance at The Master's true form. Her usually cold and heartless pure black eyes with small twinkly white lights acting as a replacement for her overshadowed pupils returned to a more normal form and regained the sky-blue color they once had been before her transformation into The Guardian of The Black. As she listened further to what her Master had to say her eyes started glistening like the eyes of a lovestruck teenage girl.

"THEN YOU KNOW WHAT MUST BE DONE. AS FOR YOU SCAR...THERE IS A LONG-FORGOTTEN TEMPLE NESTLED DEEP WITHIN A LOST CAVERN JUST A COUPLE MILES NORTHEAST OF YOUR CURRENT LOCATION. THE TEMPLE WAS A PLACE OF WORSHIP THAT SERVED THE NEEDS OF WHAT IS NOW A DEAD RELIGION. GO TO THIS TEMPLE AND FILL THE EMPTY SPRINGS SO THAT WHEN THE HERALD HAS DEFEATED THE REMNANT IN BATTLE AND HAS BROUGHT HER UNCONSCIOUS BODY TO THE TEMPLE I CAN OPEN THE GATEWAY TO PARADISE WHERE WE WILL FEAST UPON HER SOUL AND HER FLESH...TOGETHER."

Raker perked up and then shook his head almost in disbelief when the word unconscious echoed throughout his mind. "Did you say...her unconscious body, my Lord?" It was a request that Raker was unaccustomed to and so it was not surprising that he was a bit confused by it.

"YES, MY HERALD. UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES WHATSOEVER ARE YOU TO SIPHON HER LIFEFORCE AS YOU SO COMMONLY DO WITH THE OTHER TARGETS I HAVE SENT YOU AFTER IN THE PAST. YOU MUST BRING HER TO THE TEMPLE AND THEN BOTH OF YOU MUST JOURNEY WITH HER INTO MY REALM ONCE I HAVE OPENED THE GATEWAYS BETWEEN OUR TWO UNIVERSES." The Master went silent for a moment, as if he were stopping to take a breath yet there were no sounds of heavy breathing whatsoever echoing throughout Raker or Scar's minds, though...they could still hear him salivating. "IS THAT UNDERSTOOD?"

Raker and Scar bowed their heads and simultaneously replied with the words. "Yes Lord."

Then the presence both Raker and Scar usually felt all around them whenever The Master spoke to them was gone, it was now just them...and The Lycan Princess below, who was getting ready to make her way North. Raker stood up on the branch and grasped the hilt of The Harvester of Sorrow tightly. He then looked over at Scar who was now hovering above the tree branch high enough that she could talk with Raker face-to-face and garnered her attention. "Teleport me down there Scar, place me just a few feet in front of the girl so I can take her by surprise."

Scar cocked an eyebrow at Raker and placed her hands on her hips. "Are you sure that is a wise decision, Shadowstep? This girl is no ordinary Lycan, she wasn't even born as one to begin with. This girl was originally just the clone of a sentient genetically-engineered Mutant bio-weapon who, like her predecessor rejected her programming and went her own way. She possesses a wide array of unique abilities, and ever since the day she became the bite-spawn of William Greystroke those abilities have become much stronger. There is a high probability that she'll kill you the moment you appear before her."

"That is a risk I am always willing to take. Now...do as I asked." Raker demanded as he began to unsheathe The Harvester of Sorrow, suddenly a black column of energy surrounded Raker's entire body and warped space all around him. It was only seconds later that another pillar appeared a few feet in front of Laura Greystroke a.k.a. Talon, The Princess of The Lycan Underworld. As it dissipated, Raker pointed the tip of The Harvester of Sorrow at Talon and then telepathically linked his mind up with hers in order to establish a means of communication between them.

"Not one step further, Laura Greystroke. I know what you are planning to do. I know that you are planning to betray all who fight to deliver this world from tyranny including your own teammates and your own people by joining forces with The Child of Darkness. I have seen what the Future holds and I shall not allow it to come to pass! Your life must be terminated immediately." Raker said rather bluntly as he began to swing The Harvester of Sorrow directly at her mid-section, hoping that if his hit landed he would easily be able to bring Talon to her knees with the aid of the Black Hellfire that almost always consumed those sliced by the enigmatic blade.

Raker would then follow up that attack by slamming the hilt of The Harvester of Sorrow into the back of her head hard enough to knock her unconscious, but as Scar had said earlier...there was a high probability that she might end up killing or at the very least severely injuring him before he had a chance to bring her down. What if she was right...? What if Raker had just signed his own death warrant? No, he could not afford to doubt himself at a moment like this, he had made his decision and he knew that in his heart it was the right one. This traitor had to be brought down...no matter what the cost.

She walked doing her best to not pay any heed to the Lycan worrier beside her. Her black locks blew in the icy breeze that passed against the bloody cheeks. With her had she brushed hard of he black locks away and behind her ear. She cringed slightly as she felt a bump on her forehead. Rubbing it a moment she left the wound to heal and attended the rest. So far she had a fractured rib along with a semi broken shoulder. Though she showed no pain. One of the things this girl could accomplish was show no pain. At that point her little gift was the only thing keeping from her falling apart on herself but she knew that she needed to be strong.

She looked outward toward the horizon an could not help but wallowed in her guilt. She had not even approached Hunters body. Maybe she did not want to accept it. Knowing if eh went up to his body and found no life singes then would put logic to her assumptions. But because she did not go she did not see for herself that he was dead. He still had not accepted his death and still did not want to. She had only became his daughter a few weeks ago and now he was….gone. Talon shook her head as she clenched her fists “he died because I was not there, he died protecting me….they all die..I am always the cause!” she thought to herself.

She felt as shattered as she was with XL’s death. Never the less she retained her grief much more than with his death. XL died saving her life she held him in her arms and that’s what made her so decimated. Her soul was shattered because there was no way he could come back. She had seen every thing. It remained her of all the movies she had….heard about. The hero always seemingly dies either falling off a cliff or drowning. But then when all hope seemed lost they would appear out of no where. Maybe that was why she had so much despair with XL’s death because she knew he would never come back…

Though in the back of her mind she knew Hunter was not coming back and that had pushed her much father than any body ever could. She had been among the Wolf Pack to long. It had made her to soft and evaded her from her real mission. Though out the time she had been with that team she had become more human which was not necessarily a good thing in this case. Her true purpose he had tried to avoid never the less how could she avoid it now. Hunter was the only person that kept her in the right. Sure she had other team mates like Akwa and Ronnin who she cared deeply for but would they accept her. Would they accept her faults, her past. With out Hunter there was no one to keep her in check. No one o stop her from committing what she always committed.

She came to a stop and looked behind her at the Lycan guard he stopped the moment she did and looked at her curiously. She paused and listened making eye contact with him he knew why she had stopped. This time she would not be caught off guard. “I think we shoul…” but before she could say any more the Lycan grabbed her wrist and pulled her leaping into the air just before a missile landed only a few feet off. Seemed that Talon was still not use to her Lycan abilities. She looked at the worrier and nodded her head “Thank you” “You Welcome Miss”. Talon sighed “Alright I need you name because I can’t keep calling you Lycan and I need you to call me Talon this whole Miss, Madame, Princess thing gets annoying. When it’s just you and me we’re on the same level…..actually you’d be higher than me”.

There was a still silence until he spoke “My name of Octabious My Lady…I mean Talon”, With a smirk on her face she peered upward she could not detect any enemies forces. Taking in the dense air  she stood to her feet and looked around. “Why are we here?” Octabious asked. She could hear his hint of curiosity and suspicion so she answered truthfully. “I wanted to be alone” glancing over at him she could see the slight astonishment f his face she elaborated. “I do not feel combatable with the Wolf Pack with out Hunter. Any way that was the only reason he kept me because he saw me as his daughter if he had not I would have been kicked off the team a long time ago because of my disobedience.”

And that was the truth. She did not actually see her worth to the Wolf Pack and what she could actually give to them.  What could she possibly offer them more trouble. Having a 16 year old girl on the team she could not see the benefits of it. She had caused her team exactly that with the Hidden Lotus’ capturing her and her being drugged imprisoned and so on. She did not want to cause them any more pain than good and how could she have possibly aided them. She tried to recall but could not. Being an assassin was not good enough having a skill was not good enough either. What was her purpose did she even have one?.

With that she got to her feet and sighed as she looked back at Octabious with despair in her eye She out starched her ghost white arm as she took in another breath of air/ “We will return just give me a moment…..alone”. “Bu…” Now!” she said in a more ferocious tone. Once the worrier had separated himself from her she fell to her knees in tears and agony. She could not longer keep her emotion with in her a secret. Though she thought best that her body guard would not witness this act of weakness. “Why William! Why me? Why now!” she whispered as her srustal tears slid down the sides of her cheeks. “Not only a moth and you die on me. Not even enough time for me to know you to be with you long enough to love you!” coming to a pause she shook her head as her midnight locks swung violently in the motion.

“I loved you and you died they all died every one dies!” she said this time her voice at a higher tone. “You leave me alone here to lead a people I hardly know in a culture rooted deep with in the past when I know nothing!” Taking a deep sigh she looked upward at the dark sky and could not help think of what would come out of all of this pain. She was no leader she knew that no Daughter. Hell she had failed Hunter by letting him die when she could have stopped him. Never the less the Lycans needed her and Underworld needed her and if she did not die in battle she would be…..“My queen we need to be off the forces are moving and time is short as you have pointed out”

She looked at Octabious in astonishment. “Queen!” she scoffed in confusion. “Hunter is no longer present with you being the last rightful heir you become the Queen.” Rolling her eyes she sighed “Greystoke is dead and still he tortured me with his rules and regulations!” With that she got fully to her feet pushed back what she wanted to say. But soon she picked up something odd. She came to a halt as a light of such appeared before her. Gripping her fist she looked over to the Lycan and growled.. “Do not interfere..” With that she turned her attention toward the being that appeared before her. Tall dark mysterious. She did not like him. He had an ore of darkness and death that did not evade him. And in that moment of seeing him a lick was formed obviously meaning he could not speak, yet only make telepathic link.

“Not one step further, Laura Greystoke. I know what you are planning to do. I know that you are planning to betray all who fight to deliver this world from tyranny including your own teammates and your own people by joining forces with The Child of Darkness. I have seen what the Future holds and I shall not allow it to come to pass! Your life must be terminated immediately." She stood in awe of the accusations made against her. Who ever this being was he had no idea who she was and how she worked. Betrayal was not what she did or how she worked. Yes it had occurred to her once or twice and most of the time the Wolf Pack were not present.

With out another message he unleashed a weapon that she could not presently identify. It appeared as some kind of ancient Katana like thing. Though he swung it at her with full force just as he did she crouched back and flipped her body barely coming in contact with the razor blade. She back flipped on her hands and landed back on her feet crouching. Both hands rested on either side of her. Her emerald eyes glinted at the man before her. She then felt a slight sting in her chest as liquid black flowed from it. She cringed under the pain and looked up at this shadow of a nightmare. Staggering to her feet she could feel a rush of negative emotion flow from her. Pain, hatred, despair, agony all in one. She was partly shocked at the eruption of these feelings and the sudden occurrence. She remained on her knees her eyes shifted toward the ground as her breathing was coerce.

Taking in a few deep breathes she forced her self to contain these violent emotions as she fully stood to her feet. Her hands clutching the wound tightly to avoid any more blood to pour out. Though it spewed out like scarlet ribbons from her chest. “You have commenced in a most fatal action…..shadow of the Night” she growled through tightened teeth. “These accusations you have charged me with are false….the future that you foresee is untrue….” She took in a few deep breath as she used her other hand to grip her energy blade. “There for I can not afford to die I have a team that requires my aid….never the less by this action you have proved to be my enemy and there for I must comply to the rightful choice by battling you”. Her eyes modified to a more feral like state as the color like with the snap of a finger to bright beastly yellow.

Her teeth bulged in size as a low growl resonated from her throat. She stopped herself from transforming any further out of fear in loosing herself. With the negative emotion flowing out and through her like poison she could not afford to go rough on her team and not now. Pausing a moment to regain her sanity she spoke in a more calm like tone she was beginning to regain control due to the wound being just minor. With that aside she spoke “I do not know what act I have committed for you to even assume that I would even commit an action so appalling. Forgive me for my previous slander though you weapon proved a most inevitable attempt to shatter my soul….if I have one.”
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She shot him a quick smirk as her night locks laid against her face hiding her animal eyes. Though the slim glint of the moon light reflected of her orbs making them slightly visible. Her carnivorous teeth shone using what ever source of light to make then noticeable. And at that instant she could have sworn that she craved human flesh. Pushing these issues aside she flipped her weapon between her fingers. “Do not underestimate you enemy oh dark one you might find yourself outmanned.” With that she brushed her black locks aside and outstretched her hand though like Kurrent keeping a steady grip on her weapon just in case. “My name is Laura Greystoke Prin….Queen of the Lycan Underworld” she had to stop herself from vomiting for saying her true title out loud. “I have come here not to gain enemies but friends”.

With that she would have continued if it was not for an interruption in the communication device that had been activated. Soon the concerned and slightly agitated voice of her Cymbrogi Risky rang in her ears.  "Wolf Pack, Wolf Pack, Risky here! Meet me at regrouping point P. Execute maneuver rhino. Maneuver Rhino! If we stay here we'll get slaughtered sooner or later. We have to... agh" On hearing that anger bubbles with in her like and erupting volcano. “Regroup” she whispered to herself. Not having much time she threw the being an unexpected action. “Either we can be friend or enemies truthfully I do not care, my team requires my attention and whether you hate me or just dislike me if you fight against Gambler and Dark Child then we on this occasion are to fight at comrade even though I can tell we are far from it!”

Turning her heal she brushed her locks aside as she called for Octabious.  The Lycan worrier can swiftly running toward her. She could see his face and concern though she did not say a word to him. Looking over her shoulder she winked and said “You can either stop me from helping my teams mates or help me by fighting along the rebellion against the guy, Gambler and DC. Your choice…” she did not wait for him to reply only started sprinting off toward the location of the Predator. Though she could not help but be curious as to what her little haunting shadow would choose. Truthfully she did not care at this point. She had a team to meet with and possibly if he chose an alley to worry about…

Looking out upon the Ninjan sky again, he rolled his eyes in frustration. The stars lit the cold sky like little birthday candles. Birthday candles led him to a sinister place in his mind. His childhood. There was nothing he hated more than children. How cruel they could be and mean every word they said. And yet his personal vows did not allow him to slauther them like the little sheep they were. Rubbing his eyes trying to get the feeling of childhood revenge out of his head, he was approached by a G Ninjan Guard. "Giapeto, Third Chair of the House of G, Lord Gambler has put out a message to all council chairs. When the time presents itself assassinate Darkchild, and his men, on contact." Giapeto replied to him and sent him on his way. Knowing that he and Evangeline would not be able to take out the Master of Darkness, he called upon another member of the House. "Drifter, meet me and Dark Evangeline immediatley."

With the message sent, he was now forced to wait for his team mate. He took a seat on the ground, it was cold and hard, frozen, he thought. He folded his black and red cloak under him as not to soil his pants, and he crossed his legs. The Master Puppetter began to meditate, and think about his current situation. Making a name for himself was not something he'd ever aspired to do, nor was being under a master for too long a goal of his. Somehow, he was going to have to at least rise in the ranks of his occupation in order to achieve his true goals. And that was to build an army, a family, of puppets completley replacing everything bioligical matter in his life. With the goal in mind, he got up from his position.

Calling down a passing VV guardswoman, he quickly formulated a plan. "Come here, I need you for something." It so amazed him how obeidient this race of people were. She followed his command and stood in front of him awaiting her orders. Before he left the House, he brought with him three scrolls. One held Sonia, his favorite puppet, another held the Scroll of 500, and another held the Wind Trinity, incoplete, but soon to be finished. He also took one of the fan blades that were detatchable from his puppet Sonia. Silently casting an unbreakable spell over the blade, he swiftly took it out, and showed it to the she Ninjan. "Thank you for providing me with what I needed." She looked very confused as to what he meant, and there was no way that she was going to understand. Death has a way of doing that.

Using the blade, Giapeto swung it parallel to her neck. Blood trickled, then gushed, and then poured from her jugular vein. Trying desperatley she grabbed at her neck, but it was indeed too late to save her own life. Quickly Giapeto uttered the spell that would transfer her soul into the last doll that needed it. Spiritu Transferria... Laying out the Wind Trinity scroll, he led the soul to the sacred paper and placed the soul onto it. This was it, the last doll was now powered, and now he would be able to summon the Wind Trinity whenever he felt the need.

• The Wind Trinity- Three dolls that form a triangle. Once in the formation, they are able to create a wind vortex horizontally that is able to act as a vaccume, or vice versa. When objects are sucked into the Wind Trinity's mouth, they seemingly dissappear.

Finally it felt like it was years before Drifter showed up, bringing with him a throng of VV guardsmen. This was indeed an interesting event. He'd been ordered to kill any and all Darkchild forces, and he'd just finished his WT puppets. This was perfect. Lifting the scroll from the ground he spoke in a lost language, Wind Trinity: transportus locatus. The scroll fluttered a little, and the signs that were writen on them glowed, springing forward three dolls already in formation. "Drifter, I would ask that you move out of the way before they begin."

He observed the movement of the ninjan convoy, and to make sure his position could not be seen even by their keen eyes.....His body moved back and out of their clear line of sight. it was sudden and their chants drowned out the slight whoosh of air that the flash step created. Each ruthless ninjan warrior had the mark of Gambler on their decoritive and clean cut armour and elegant clothing. They walked with such authoritve presence but also swift grace...Something that the king of kings had in abundance. Andras made sure write down every detail in his mind. The moves he would make needed careful planning......He could not jump into the center of a liege of warrior ninjans, warriors that resembled the anicient amazons in appearance. He counted a total of 10 captive, and a total of 14 that drove them to move.

The first thing the silver haired captain noticed was the appearance of those ninjans whose hands and feet were gripped by the cold shackles of war. There were no marks on their body, not a single bruise.......Or a cut to be seen. Even the clothing that draped itself over there skin was in near perfect conditioning save for the dirt and sand that covered it. It was in their deep and sorrowful eyes that he came to realize...just why these ninjans were being carted away like lambs to the slaughter. It was the look of defeat, a look of surrender......A look were all the hope in their hearts had gone. These ninjans had not been defeated in battle, or forced into these chains. They chose to be, they surrendered and gave up their lives. perhaps there was no hope.......NO he couldn't think that way, not after he ha talked himself to coming to such a place.

Turning his attentions back to the other ninjan's he thought on how he would take them out and save the others. Nothing came to mind. Where these ninjan's that bad? So terrible that they had to die? Was it in their hearts to cause such terrible deeds, and cause pain to so many...To bring the hammer of war down upon this planet? Did they kill and chain through their own thoughts or through the thoughts of tyrants? Did they ride into battle on false hopes and their own deep fears for the future ahead. He wondered if these ninjan's were truly worth killing or if they to were shackled in chains that were blind to the naked eye. Andras had made up his mind......And he was sure that his decision would be the right wrong, or at leat he hoped so.

Grasping the hilt of his zanpakuto in hand......He removed the icy blade from its sea blue sheath, as he did the sheath that had held the blade withered a way ito the frosty air. Silently under his breath he spoke the words "sōten ni zase Hyornimaru"The blade increased in length, and changed to a crescent shape. using its unique abilities, he began to make the cold mist that was being preduced thicker. Untill the ninjans and himself lost their vision almost completely. He had lost sight through his eyes but his ability to sense the spiritual energy of other beings was handy. Their chanting had stopped and was replaced by confused muttering. Andras could tell they had stopped moving and were confused.....Almost panicking. "Bakudo 61 Rikujokoro" The kido spell summoned six beams of light that travelled like the substance they were made from and wrapped around one of the ninjans bodies. As she struggled she soon found herself falling to the ground, unable to move as she struggled and screamed for freedom.

The others began to panick even more.....Instead of keeping a level head, which they needed they were blinded and began to lose position and lose their edge. they were powerful but with no mind and no sense to use that power, it was like dust in the wind. Lost. Quickly more and more kid splls hit them and knocked them to ground. Restricting movement but not killing them. he could nt bring himself to kill that which is not beyond saving. Changin his zanpakuto back to original form the mist cleared as he made his way towards the captives. The other ninjans looked up from their prisions of light and hurled abuse at the shinigami....In a language he had not heard before. Making his way to the prisoners he broke their chains. Smiling at them...he tried to bosst their spirits but had no words to express himself. Though words were not needed as they quickly moved away from were the battles were at. He knew that in their eyes a fight would not happen for these select few. Only hiding and retreat were the things going on in their mind.

Andras turned around and began to walk.....Not to the position of Veritas but to the position that he could sense these ninjan warriors were heading. "You filthy.....Trespasser. You fu**ing stupid eathling think you can win....Defeat us and our lords. This ninjeta that you come to save is beyond such a pathetic word, and soon your planet will fall under ouriron fists" Andras turned his head and kept his body fixed in position, as his azure eyes looked at the female. "Nothing is beyond saving......Even you, even when ruled by lies and deciet" He believed it. The female scoffed and spat at his feet. "Pahetic......Now kill us, as the spoils of war. Paint this land with our blood as you came here to do" Lokking at her with stern eyes "No" She seemed disgusted at him and her voice only raised in its volume. "WHY" Looking back with sadness and a hope that they could be saved.

"Because your not my enemy" 

Sha’s forces marched straight towards the locations of the Vine villain castle; they marched however at a very slow pace. Behind the ranks Sha could hear the questioning of her changed demeanor going on but she didn’t want to entertain the thought. Through the sun’s rays her eyes made out Nate’s body, he was in a rush; she could tell by his hastened heart rate, the Ninjan general slipped past Zenthra, who she could tell he didn’t care for particularly. “Zenthra Stand down” the Ninjan chief exclaimed, she offered Nate her eyes and ears.

"I have just received an urgent message from Dark child. His fortress is under dire straits and has called for assistance. I wish to take a portion of the Legion to aid his war efforts as the Outsiders are falling hard upon his doorsteps. Allow me this chance to prove to you my worth"

Sha nodded and watched as a portion of her legion went with Nate, Zenthra’s eyes began to pulsate with anger. Sha watched As Nate, disappeared into the distance; Sha raised her hand once more, and went on the move again. DC’s Lair was right over the forest haven however, Sha didn’t seem like she was in too much of a hurry to fight. The sword of swords and death soon began surround sound, the valiant and cowardice of warriors clashed with one another. Sha was impressed with the coalition from earth, liberating a planet that was on the verge of economic failure and systematic slavery. As the rather large army walked through the forest Sha caught a familiar aura, she smiled because she knew exactly whom it was. Something cut through the air, and penetrated the Neck of Sha, The army scattered looking for the perpetrator, but to no avail. Zentra moved close on “Sha” to see if she was ok, however she appeared to be someone fine. Not even a bruise.  

“That was a perfect shot Marisol… but you see I don’t have a weak neck”, pulling the arrow from her neck she tossed it aside. She removed her golden helmet, for those whom were looking for Blonde hair, were horribly mistaken as Hayden emerged from the Helmet, looks of confusion erupted on the faces of her own soldiers.

Extending her hands, she was fitted with her armor, as her helmet came back down, she could see the disguised Archer. The gigantic light spheres opened on her hand, and in one shot, she had erased the Golden Goddess from existence.

Zenthra moved towards Hayden, “Milady if you’re here then where is Ziccarra?” She is back at the Capital awaiting my orders”

“fall back in line” Hayden placed her helmet on and once again changed her body to Sha, as the 44 legion of the Ninjan Sigma army made it over the hill and looked down upon the gruesome, yet colorful, sight of war. “The art of Ares” Hayden whispered. The Ninjan commander kept her troops perfectly in-line. Hayden raised her hands to the sky, and the sun christened them to save Ninjeta, by shining a might ray of light onto their armors.

“Zapamti neka ne biti sebičan, ostavite tamo tijelima za vultures”

And with that they might roar of the 44 Ninjan army, could be heard in the distance, Hayden came down the hill first with her Mighty Ninjeta sword raised High. She ran into the resistance first, she swung around and jammed her sword into the shoulder of a rebel woman, and then kicked her to the ground.  She went to finish to woman off, but the woman was fast on her feet and swept Hayden to the ground.  The Ninjan landed back first on the ground tarnishing her white and Golden Sigma uniform in the mud. “Zenthra arrows now!” from afar arrows rang out and stopped the threat to the Ninjan.

“Time to end this medieval shit” As more members of the Ninjan Resistance converged on her, she quickly changed to her battle outfit, the red and gold uniform stuck out in the battlefield but penetrating it would be like cutting a steak with a plastic knife.  Holding her hands out; Hayden let loose a wave of pure energy knocking back the Resistance infantry.

“PUSH!!!! FORWARD!!!!” The command was set; Hayden had given the order to fight 5 miles towards DC’s keep. However right off the shore of the Country the Ninjan’s who were sent “Diving had made contact with land, Help was on the way.

Farwick Ninjeta, the capital

Ziccarra sat in the chair awaiting her orders from Hayden via, DC’s power ring. As she paced back and forth in Hayden’s armor a Panicked messager entered the room.

“Mrs Miles Gambler is on his way to the Capital!”

Removing her helmet, Sha gave a smile and flashed a smile “Well then see to it he is given a warm welcome, kay?”  The man looked shocked to see Sha, but he followed his orders and organized a greetings committee. Sha turned around and placed her helmet on looking out into the Farwick sky, she could hear the chatter from her pet in the cage below; she slowly opened the cage and heaved the tiny rodent over her head. “Awww Gambie, what’s got you so excited”

Lair of the Femme Fatales

It was a dream...

He never died...he never actually lived...

It was all a dream...

The killings, the war, the Ninjans, Ninjeta...nothing like this planet could actually exist...

Ba-dump

What was that...?

Ba-dump

Something in his chest. He heard it. Could other people hear it?

"I feel..."

Ba-dump

"...Cold..."

The black hand of desire had picked his fresh corpse from the destiny of an unmarked grave for old war heroes. It had dropped him back onto the battlefield, allying with its avatar. The humanoid who had ressurrected him could not be any form of human or beast, for he possessed the powers of God. Was he the guardian angel for the Czar? Or just a dead deity looking for a cheap laugh by leeching off the hopes of those he helps from the afterlife? In either case, he was indeed no power above what Warsman could disrespect. So, he secrety despised him.

"Kill them!"

His voice was inside of his mind, pricking at his throbbing nerves.

"Please help me!"

Warsman heard the creature in his brain. He was everywhere! He wanted to test his omnipotence with his newest experiment.

"KILL THEM!!"

"...I...comply..."

The voice of the revived berserker, crusty and harsh, echoed in the ears of whoever heard it with a raspy and almost ghostly reminiscence. His body was fresh, the meat still sticking to the bone like they had done in life. His skin was only slightly paler than before, but still his blood was simmering. His heart beat methodically, each point of rhythm set apart by a minute or more. But still he walked, spoke, and leapt to kill.

"The Lycan King is dead...long live the Lycan King..."

The women who impeded his new god's power were quick to defend and to attack. A rib cracked under his skin, but he moved forward. His leg snapped off at the kneecap, but still he moved forward. A Ninjan lady fell to the ground, broken and red. A lurch forward and he twisted to slash open a second's throat; but she had blocked his talons with her armored forearm. In place of flesh, the metal of her defense was utterly torn and made useless. His malnurished flesh felt no pain. It did not matter how much black, spoiled blood splashed against the soil. All that mattered was that he could move. He began to laugh as he pondered the humor in what he had discovered. Sifting through the flesh of a Ninjan woman's back with his fingers, feeling around for her spine, he was too caught up with his mental puzzle to notice the footsteps of a second Ninjan woman. The tip of a spear suddenly emerged from his lower torso and he remembered that he was not in a laboratory, exploring the limits of organisms and what makes them tick. He remembered that he was in a war that could not possibly end with one side losing and the other winning. To this extent, it would go on forever until evil is made entirely extinct from this world. That is why it would never end. True evil never dies.

"It...tickles..."

He grabbed the blade and pulled, taking he shaft into his hand and into the other, pulling it out of his body. He stood, a Ninjan slowly dying underneath his feet and a spear coated with his rotten blood in his fingers. Steam slowly rose from the liquid, like it was oil instead of bodily fluid. He looked at the Ninjan who had attacked him using the spear. She was beautiful, like all of them. Her obscenely perfect body was covered with armored plates and a mother's intuition was in her eyes; she had children back home. Warsman smiled as he threw the lance to the ground. He raised a hand, his forefinger extended and dripping with crimson liquid. He twitched the muscles necessary to bring it into a curled motion toward his body.

"You're...next..."

If the Ninjan elite were hiding behind such monstrous power, then they were indeed cowards. Warsman finally understood what the puzzle piecing itself together in his mind meant as a blade, powered by his newest opponent, crashed against his shoulder:

He was the only sane one in this war.

"Fire at will"

The words were issued and each ninjan heeded his call with a glint in their eyes showing they were ready. The bows were pulled back and from them were flung 32 arrows, Each lit aflame by the fire inside their hearts. All aimed for the same head, raining down with more power than any hailstorm could ever dream of.  Feeling every inch of power coming from the puppet's hand, he did'nt fear it, rather he embraced by loosing up his tense muscles allowing every inch of power to be unleashed. Every telekinetic charge he'd ever accumulated now swirled around his body as the Ninjans continued to rain down arrows upon the master puppeteers. Dropping his bow and arrow, he switched weapons. Going from Bow and Arrow to pure Telekinetic Energy.

With a quick hand motion, five cards fell from his sleeves and fell down exactly into his fingertips. With each hand decked with cards, he fanned them out and let the energy built within ripple down ward into his fingers."HEY GIAPETO!" He called out in a provoking manner, letting out anger which helped to flurish the pink and purple lightning curled around his entire body now.

Raising both hands, he let loose the cards surging with energy, aimed directly at the trinity of puppets. Falling to the ground, with every bit of power drained from his head down to his very toes, he whispered onto his troops..but few words. Quoted from Shakespeare himself...

"Cry Havoc...and let slip the dogs of war"

everyone was gone,going to make more important things,only Matezoide staied there,he knew everyone was leaving,but he didnt cared,all he wanted was fight *blam blam blam* and another Ninjan falled on the ground

Run! Run! Back to the base! said one of the Ninjan warriors,as they finaly escaped,the Pale Warrior was alone,he hided his twin guns and said heh,Cly was taken there lets see how he is,and so the Son of Zeus rushed there,but the door was shut please as he closed the eyes,a red aura appeared and started to glow an intense light and with one punch,the door was on the ground,Matezoide saw another  Ninjan,but he was running away ho no,you wont and he rushed to catch him,but was stopped by some robots

Laboratory

He is coming! He is coming! These robots wont hold him for much time Calm down,everything is working as we planned said a scientist,who pressed some buttons on a computer as the message "Securit Locks - will turn off in 30 seconds" Now,lets report this to Gambler,he will be happy to know we captured such a powerfull warrior, hehehe,he will be a great test subject and they leaved  *BOOM! BOOM!* the robots's explosions made an intense sound as Matezoide entered the room without a piece of his chest,with healed right when he entered the room,his confident look disapeared when he saw the room,the horror was almost worse than Sparta

multiple Ninjans were trapped like animals,some had they heads cutted,others were trapped in tables with they stomach open,others trapped in jails with cibernetic implants,they all shared one thing in common: the eyes,they eyes were savage,like animals,every piece of humanit was ripped from then,suddenly one of the tabbles liberted a Ninjan,normaly,Matezoide would rush into his aid,but not at this case,they were animals now,no humanit left ,so the Son of Zeus took his spear and chopped off his head You would thank me for that for his surprise however,the head grew again in seconds,more arms appeared at the Ninjan and suddenly he was 3 meters large,and then he opened his mouth,as a tongue came and wrapped at Matezoide's neck ackk! as he looked around,the other prisons were opned and more mutants came ok...mr...tongue..you..w..wan..wanna play...like...th..that..ok... he then bited the Ninjan's tongue and escaping from the creature,as his eyes glowed take this and a massive energy came from the Son of Zeus,desintegrating the creature good thing his resistance was of a normal Ninjan,otherwise i could have been killed however,the Demi-God problems were far from finished as he looked to the others and with his spear at his hand Matezoide rushed at then

As Matezoide opned a massive damage on a Juggernaut like creature,a insetic Ninjan spitted acid at Matezoide's face Arghh! blinded,the Juggernaut smashed him on the ground and kept punching,while a cyborg one did the same,the insetic tried to rip the Demi-God's leg while biting him,this..is bad..i cant take...much more... when the Juggenaut and the Cyborg lifted they arms to strike again,Matezoide opened his eyes and kicked the insetic one get off me before the others two could stop him,Matezoide rolled to be safe and shot energy balls at the monsters,keeping then all away...or should i say,almost then all?The Juggernaut was so powerfull,so strong,Matezoide's magic failed to hurt him,but he wasnt over yet,with one good jump at the creature's head,Matezoide stabbed his neck with his powerfull blade,while keeping the others away with another blast, abaeagw said the damaged creature,as he catched Matezoide by his leg and slammed him on the ground he thinks i am helpless...perfect before Juggernaut could smash Matezoide,he shot a magic ball at his face and striked him at a point nearly the neck and the creature falled and died you can be as tougher as you want,but this wont do any good when your oponent knows WHERE to hit the Cyborg surprised Matezoide and blasted him into a nearly wall,as another Ninjan blasted him with optic energy now...i can...count...let...lets se..see...how..many..there are...1,2,3..4? good while being blasted,Matezoide had to focus,and make a plan to escape thats it Matezoide glowed again,entering at his god-mode,he easly got up while being blasted and in incridible speed ripped off the Ninjan's eyes,only to rip his head off

Patetic,is this everything you have? too bad to Matezoide,luck wasnt on his side as two huge creatures escaped from they prisons,they were 5 meters tall,one of then attacked the Cyborg and ripped him in two,while the other smashed the insetic,the fourth creature tried to escape,but acidentaly runned right into Matezoide's blade,with easly perfured his head,"thanks" for the help "guys",now i am going to kill you two,i know you two would enjoy this when you were almost humans Matezoide trowed his blade at one of then,but to his surprise,the blade falled to hurt him,that was impossible! this was the first time since his blade couldnt stab someone since he fought Simon Willians,too bad to Matezoide,unlike Simon,the blade couldnt even cut the monster

HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!! screamed the giants as they runned in Matezoide's direction maybe i should try harder

The fighting just kept going and going and going with no end in sight. Soldiers died on both sides. Not just those native to this world but those from a far as well. The soon to be graveyard on the death was on the planet Ninjan. Homeworld to super powered beings far beyond anything that could be produced by the simple means of earth and yet they called upon earth to help them in their time of need or maybe just to clean up a mess caused by the planet earth.

One victim of the war was not dead yet nor did he have any ideas about dying. He like many was one of the humans that came to earth to help the Ninjeta and yet he was felled by one of theirs. It’s like bad peace of writing that makes you won’t to cry. When you try to help and entire race of people from a criminal of your world and your almost killed for it. On earth the word is irony.

The Man of Midnight as he is called was lying on the ground bleeding from the wound he gained from one of the Ninjeta’s energy blasts. He thought aloud” there are three types of people. You see these types of people in situation just like the one I’m in right now. When you only have a few choices and you take your pick between one. These choices will define not just if you live or die but also how you live if you do. You can either be wounded and bleeding on the ground and some people will just say “f$% it” and grab a bomb and rush at the guy who shot you and take out s many as you can. Then you can say “f%%^ it and lay down n the ground and just die but lasty you can just suck up your pride and say “f%^^ it” and call for help. I’m the latter.”

A few seconds after the Man of Midnight calls for aid he is answered by the newest recruit into Veritas Inc Slight. "Im coming, just don't move, or...die.""Don’t move or die hu when you lying bleeding the last thing you think about is moving……………… that’s a lie. It really all I can think about. I don’t want to die. I want to keep fighting not to just wither into nothingness. I wonder will I ever get back up and do the things I used to love doing. Moving is the first thing on my mind…………. I block out the death part the moving is working my nerves as is."

The Slight shows up and uses his healing powers to restore the Man of Midnights body back to safe levels. But he has not lost the pain. It still burns in his body like any other scare. "We've got to get back to the Phoenix, I can keep this shell up for as long as I need to, but those VV soldier are going to try everything they can to get at us, So that means we need to move quickly."He shouts “OPEN” activating one of his doors and crosses the battlefield and is taken back to the ship.

Despite not wanting him too Slight take him inside and leaves him in the care of the medics. Midnightist wants to kick and scream that he’s fine that he’ll be okay, but the truth is he isn’t okay. The things he fought outside where so much stronger and faster than him that he is sacred. He almost died on this planet and nothing like that has ever happened on earth.

He wonders should he just lie hear pretending to die an then just come back but like the voice of god he is answered by a familiar line."I'll make you famous" “Oh crap when ever he says Ithat I know he’s about to get beaten." The line is a phrase spoken by the leader of Veritas Kurrent. The phrase gives Midnightist the push he needs to get up. He grabs his gun but puts it down because it didn’t do much good the last time. He looks around and sees one of he swords that belong to one of the injuried Ninjeta. He takes it “lets see how they handle there onw weapons."

He leaves the safety of the jet and stands by his friend and leader “don’t say one word if anyone asks why I came back from the dead basically to help tell them you owed me money and said I could run the team when you died.”

Raker had not listened to a single word Talon had said, his entire mind was focused on preparing to slam the blunt end of The Harvester of Sorrow the back of Talon's head when suddenly..."Wolf Pack, Wolf Pack, Risky here! Meet me at regrouping point P. Execute Maneuver Rhino. Maneuver Rhino! If we stay here we'll get slaughtered sooner or later."  A transmission echoed forth from a communicator Talon apparently had with her but Raker had not seemed to notice. The voice coming from it was female but the name and the voice itself was unfamiliar.

"We have to... agh...regroup. Look either we can be friends or enemies...truthfully I do not care, my team requires my attention and whether you hate me or just dislike me if you fight against Gambler and Darkchild then we, on this occasion, are to fight as comrades...even though I can tell that we are far from it! You can either stop me from helping my teammates or help me by fighting alongside the rebellion. Your choice…”

Raker stood flabbergasted as Talon, despite all the pain she was in, just got up and ran off towards one very massive starship that was sitting off in the far-distance. He was about to go after her when suddenly a blade tore through Raker's back and erupted forth from out of his chest. Looking at it, Raker could tell it was identical in appearance to The Harvester of Sorrow, no...it was more than just an identical blade...it WAS The Harvester of Sorrow. All of the negative emotions that were rushing to the surface from deep within his soul was proof of that. But how was this possible? Unless...no, it couldn't be...

"Don't expect that little blue maggot Scar to come rushing to your aid...she's dead, I burned her alive with a weapon that unleashes Divine Magic upon it's intended targets, she was vaporized instantly...seems she wasn't as omnipotent as she claimed to be when I first met her. Not so long as she was infested with all of that corruption. I would have rather preferred that she suffer for wiping out the last remnants of my people, for obliterating my homeworld and reducing the woman I loved...the woman who was carrying my unborn child...to ashes. But we can't always have everything we want, now can we?" A voice so similar to Raker's echoed into being as a very pale-looking hand grabbed onto his hair and tugged at it very tightly.

"W-Who..." Raker fell to his knees as he felt the other Harvester of Sorrow being pulled out of him, he wanted to scream in agony but he couldn't, it was something he was not capable of. So even when the Black Hellfire erupted forth from the black blood spilling out of his wound to consume his entire body he remained silent.

"I am Raker Arokine a.k.a. Shadowstep, the real one, the one from this Universe...and I have come here to take back that which is mine...or rather what is left of it...I am speaking of course about my life. The life that you, Scar and your #$%@ing Master RIPPED TO PIECES!" Without hesitating for even a moment the true Raker Arokine, who was nearly identical in terms of appearance to the one kneeling on the ground, lobbed his counterpart's head off with The Harvester of Sorrow and reduced his remains to ash with a weaker version of his Cero. Looking around, Raker located the alternate reality Harvester of Sorrow and fused it with his...effectively overwriting it and thus erasing all that was left of Earth-195960's Raker Arokine from existence.

He then looked up ahead and could see that Talon was already getting within reaching distance of her team's ship...which he was going to board no matter what...even if he had to take Wolf Pack itself down. He had to get to Darkchild's stronghold. Raker started running, no, rather leaping across the battlefield knocking down anyone who got in his path until finally he was running alongside Talon and her Lycan companion. Raker didn't know whether or not if she knew or could even tell the difference between him and his counterpart but at least he had heard every bit of their conversation to know exactly what to say to her and how to say it considering the situation his counterpart had put him in.

"Alright, I choose the rebellion.You know...we are not as far from being comrades as you think. Perhaps I looked into the wrong future and instantly jumped to conclusions without examining all of the facts or maybe I didn't, I am not sure. But one thing I am certain of is that whether you and your teammates like it or not I am coming with you, I am boarding that ship of yours and I am going to help you destroy the trinity of tyrants who now rule this world with fists of iron. Do you understand?" Raker said as he continued to race alongside Talon towards The Predator, hoping that his "sudden change of heart" would garner some sort of positive response from her and loosen her feelings of mistrust towards him up a bit.

He didn't move, not an inch. Giapeto did not understand at first, so he asked him again. 'Drifter move" This time there was an answer of sorts. The female, and male warriors behind him began thier attack. Then he realized that this was a gameplay. And he was a target character. Him and Evangeline were going to die, and yet, he could not bring himself to start the wind trinity. The arrows that poured from the sky landed in front, beside, and behind him. The Marionette Man dodged as many as he could, but as more and more splinters of death rained, he found it almost impossible to evade any of them.

The Drifter, could be seen out of the corner of his eye. "HEY GIAPETO" he called out in a taunting fashion. Running into a clearing, but still being followed by arrows, he set his eyes on the trader. He thought to himself, "Lord Gambler will know of your treachery." Lifting his hands to his temples, in an effort to establish the mental strings that would connect with the Wind Trinity, pulled the dolls over in front of him with the slightest ease. Drifter was glowing with a fusia crimson radience, and that radience soon left in the form of five playing cards that were flying his way. There was telling the destructive power of the attack, but he was not going to take the chance.

"Wind Trinity, activate" The command was swift, as the marionettes did as they were told. As if they had any choice in the matter. Even while all of this was transpiring, arrows continued to come down like metal bullets. As the Trinity started up, the stream of suction was weak, to be expected with a new toy, but soon the flow was like that of a vertical tornadoe. The arrows that flew through the sky, were pulled in with ease. And Ninjans began to loose thier anchorage on the ground. As one by one dissapeared into the void that was unknown inside the Wind Trinity, Giapeto formed a plan.

As the trinity continued to sweep the area clean of foes, more  and more came. But Giapeto was the type that always planned ahead for any situation there could possibly be. One by one, a Ninjan fighter woul be pulled in, and yet still more came to the scene only to be sucked in like thier predecessor. But they were learning, it was only effective in the front of him, and behind him there was nothing much he could do. But like it was stated before, he had a plan.

A she ninjan of the VV, plowed him over tackling him to the ground with so much force blood splattered from his lips. Again, removing his blade, he shoved it into her neck. She was mighty heavy, so it took him a while to move her off of him. His build was scronny, he could admit to it. He'd always seen the world as brain over brawn, that thougt would triumph over the muscle bound grubs that would oppose him. But still, a built arm was an admirable adverasary.

Three more of the fighters came to attack him, and he unfurled his favorite scroll. "Sonia come forth." Like before the symbols on the scroll glowed and a puppet sprung forth. He was down to his last puppet scroll, so he must use Sonia like the master puppeteer he was. Swinging his arms around above his head, crimpling his fingers, and extending them, moving the doll to his will. Realeasing the dual fan blades that were installed within her back cavity, he cut the Ninjan three down. After they were down, he turned to see, Drifter laying upon the ground. "What should I do with you?" he thought thinking of the numerous possibilites. The lifeless body would have to wait, fore a countless number of Ninjan Darkchild forces showed thier faces.

"You will die, you have no chance, your outnumbered, and that lady dolly of yours would do nothing against the likes of one of us." Giapeto turned to face the woman, and said "There are many illusions in this world, a piece of advice, NEVER believe what you see unless you know it to be your own truth." With that he put his left hand into the deepest pocket on his red and black cloak and pulled out a scroll. Letting the contects of it unroll onto the ground he spoke softly "500 puppets dance for you master." Then in a sudden fit of excited rage he shouted, 'I pull the strings, NOW DACNE!!!" as the last sylabul of t, left his lips, a puppet was released from the scroll. Then another, then another, and another, until there was an army that surrounded him. The ninjans charged and so did the 500 marionettes dashed down from their suspended positions.

• The 500 Scroll- None of the puppets contained in this scroll have souls in them. They are meant as a pure diversion, and have no formal powers or weapons. They are used to destract the opponent, and make occupy them so that Giapeto can escape.

As the Ninjans scuffled with the numerous dolls, Giapeto took to his feet and ran as fast as he could. The Drifter would have to wait. Right now, Giapeto's welfare was the only thing on his mind. He ran and ran until he was in a safe clearing. Blood still dripped down his chin and onto the dark cloak that covered his pale skin. Gathering his breath he continued to run, until he saw a familiar face. It was Goki and Mademioselle. Aproaching them, but slowly, as they were in a fight of thier own, he shouted. "Hey, Goki, Madem, a little help!"

Akwa's head rested on the ground for a few minutes before someone answered his frantic shouts. Unable to move his head, he heard the sound of footfalls as someone came up behind him.

Please let them be on my side, please let them be on my side..

The person crouched down to talk to him in his field of view. He breathed a sigh of relief It was Talon. Now, if she could only refrain from gloating before she re-attached his head.

"Akwa is it not that I have seemingly always have to help you out of less that appropriate situations. Never the less how you find yourself in these circumstances is amusing to say the least.  But since I see no other team mates in the close area I am forced to aid you in any way you wish it. So I will assume that you want me to bring you cranium closer to you body and I will comply to your wishes”.

Nevermind. She was gloating. How he found himself in these circumstances being amusing, indeed! They weren't amusing for him, that's for sure. She gently picked him up as she started to walk over to where the rest of his decapitate body lay. He gazed up at her from his vantage point in her hands. She was only sixteen and was pretty small but right now she looked very...big. He sighed again. Everything did when he was like this. The sooner he got back to his six foot high body, the better.

She was almost there when she gave a terrible gasp. Akwa followed her eyes and realised that she hadn't known of Hunter's death. Poor girl. William Greystroke had been like a father to her. She dropped him on the ground as she began to run over to him. Luckily, she remembered him and picked him up again. She placed his head on the rest of his body before running off to see Hunter's corpse.

A blue light shone momentarily as the flesh from Akwa's neck melded back together in seamless, liquid harmony. He slowly got back to his feet and gazed around the battlefield. He sighted a definite enemy, a hot ninjan lady wearing the insignia of the VV. Akwa once again had to wonder how the Ninjans, so haughty and arrogant, ever bowed to Earthlings like Darkchild and Gambler.

He was about to cause a giant liquid tentacle of water to spring out of nowhere and grab the ninjan when she was suddenly disembowled with horrifying effect. Akwa stood back as he beheld a true monster. A towering red abomination slaughtered it's way through the ninjan lines. It's great claws sung a terrible song of blood and death. And yet, it seemed so familiar...

He sent out a questing telepathic thought to the monster. His telepathy recoiled almost immediately, not wishing to stay for long in such a pit of rage lest it awakened Akwa's own. But still, he had been able to feel the mind underneath momentarily. He hadn't been able to see it's thoughts, that was beyond him. But  every mind has a subtly different mental feel, like a fingerprint. He knew the monster for what is was. Warsman...It was magnificent.

But apparently not magnificent enough. Under sheer weight of numbers, the Red Juggernaught fell. There were so many Ninjans. WAL, Veritas and the Pack were being swarmed. He felt a twisting feeling of cold inside him. That was alright. Cold was good, he thought as he cut a Ninjan open with a flying ice disc and drowned another by imprisoning her head in a sphere of water.

That's when the explosion knocked him off his feet. He got up, looking around as he did so. Where did that come from. Looking into the sky, he had his answer. White contrails were arcing up into the sky as artillery shells and missiles bore down on their position.

"Hunter," he said softly, thinking of their lost leader. "You may have led us all to our dooms."

He shooked his head, clearing away the melancholy thoughts that he was so unaccustomed to. With a shimmer, he turned liquid.

"No.."

He hovered over the ground and began to raise into the air, seeking altitude.

"No! There may come the day, when the courage of men fail and all is lost!.."

He flew upwards towards the incoming shells.

"But it is not this day! This day, WE FIGHT!"

Thank you, Lord of the Rings, for all that awesome speechmaking material, he thought as he sped upwards. A shell went zooming past him, missing him by only metres. A giant hand of water materialised and slapped the shell widly off-course so it landed in one of the barren wastelands left by the Ninjan's recent civil war when the dark Trinity of Gambler, Darkchild and Hayden came to power.

A great stream of icy boulders went flying upwards to intercept the shells. They collided with bangs and cracks, causing many of the shells to explode in mid-air. A group of flying Ninjan seeing what he was doing, flew towards him at great speed. A giant spiked gauntlet made of ice appeared directly in front of them. Unable to slow themselves or alter their trajectory so quickly, many of them impaled themselves on the icy spikes. One of them survived only to be hit by one of their own shells that the water hand had redirected.

The giant ice gauntlet, now that it was no longer needed, sped towards the fortress where the artillery was originating from. It wrenched on of the artillery cannons from the fortress wall and threw it into the distance before punching another one into smithereens. It wrecked several more cannons before it was shattered to pieces by a direct artillery hit.

Another shell sped past him. He attempted to stop it but this time he was too slow and it impacted on the battlefield. It wasn't the only one. Akwa's water and ice constructs were unable to hold them all back. Despite the fact that many had been intercepted, quite a few shells were finding their targets destroying Lycans and Ninjans alike.

The water hand batted away another shell sending it back towards the enemy fortress. Several more shells were exploded prematurely by collding with his ice meteors. The water hands could not meet the shells head on or the shells would simply pass through them. They had to match speed with the shell and slap it on it's side, deflecting them off-course.

The rain of artillery continued for several minutes before it stopped. Relieved, he sent the remaining water hands and ice meteors to go smash themselves against the fortress walls. He was about to create more icy barrages when a series of energy blasts blew open his ice meteors before they reached the fortress.

Another group of flying Ninjans were heading towards his position. His communicator was buzzing and Risky was saying something about rhinos but Akwa wasn't listening. A storm of jagged hail spread out from him and intercepted his enemies. They fell from the air with their skins ripped open and gaping holes in their bodies.

The hailstorm spread out catching more and more flying Ninjans in it's grasp. It spread so that it soon seemed to cover the entire sky over the battlefield, raining icy death down upon all Ninjans, friend and foe alike. This storm only lasted for a few seconds however as several ninjan energy blasts converged on him. They flashed his liquid form into a sentient cloud of steam.

Akwa was struggling to reform when the Ninjan who had done it approached. It had only been one. She had been protected from the hailstorm by the mechanical suit of battle armour that she wore. She projected a few more energy beams at him but they only passed harmlessly through his now somewhat incorpereal body.

She pressed a button on the arm of her suit. A strange device aimed itself at him. A green ray of light enveloped the steam cloud and too late, Akwa realised what it was. It felt the same way that it did when Risky teleported him back in New Orleans. In a flash of light, Akwa was gone.

The warrior pressed another button on her suit and with a crack! and a green flash, she was gone too.

As she walked she could feel a shift in the atmosphere. She can to a stop and looked at Octabious as she whispered to him. “Keep walking....don’t look back” with that she came to a halt and turned herself. As she looked she could see two Shadow people. She had already given her little advisory a nick name seemed she did that with every one” Water boy. Hyper boy and now Shadow boy. It appeared as if all this human culture was getting to her.  Interesting how she knew things, interesting on where she came from. Though she could not head the dialogue between the two identical men she could feel that the other was different. Feel in a way that dogs can scene evil and she could do more than detect evil. As she stared as the mystified shadow dissipated his former alter version of himself she made scares.

Soon he caught up with her and spoke "Alright, I choose the rebellion. You know...we are not as far from being comrades as you think. Perhaps I looked into the wrong future and instantly jumped to conclusions without examining all of the facts or maybe I didn't, I am not sure. But one thing I am certain of is that whether you and your teammates like it or not I am coming with you, I am boarding that ship of yours and I am going to help you destroy the trinity of tyrants who now rule this world with fists of iron. Do you understand?" She looked at him he was forceful and wanted his way she liked that slowing her pace she needed to make things clear.

“I fully comprehend you……wish and I will comply under these standards you do not interfere with any one in the team. Remain silent constantly and if you double cross me or my team I will kill that is a fact, I am trusting you which I do not do with strangers but from what I have seen your much stranger than first through.” She slid him a sly smirk “Your not the only one who’s not from this world, you reality hopper or so I call them. 616 is no place for people like us yet we come. So drop the whole act because I know your secret and which ever reality you come from they make em weirder than the next.” She stopped and took in a breath of air “Since we have not properly met because the person I met was you from an alternate reality I will attempt again…. My name is Talon and you should tell me yours it is only polite and any way Shadow boy I do not assume is your name.

With that she did not wait for him to answer she didn’t have time to. He would come with her along as he did nothing foolish. “And never accompany me, I will take you to the Predator that is it” she said with out even looking back at him. She did not know why she trusted him but he had killed himself that was wired enough and most of the time the weirdest of people turn out to be good. Despite herself she was weird, yes. But very much far from good.

Given her recent shift in personality she soon forced herself to regain her normal state of mind. Her hands were rested in her pants pockets as she had torn the sleeves of her shirt. Sweat dripped from her forehead along with drenching her cloths. She had thought of a plan any thing to avenger her fallen father though none really came to mind. This was not earth the rules were different her. And things were done differently not the best place to be. And the people who had killed him: Ninjetan’s how could she possibly deal with them. And not forgetting that she had to also be a part of the wolf Pack and now follow Risky’s orders.

Risky?..an interesting person to take command but Talon knew it inevitable. Risky was strong, diligent, valiant, brave and understanding. Yes now and them Talon saw her illogical, pointless and immature never the less she had her good point and her bad. But Talon could find fault in every one. It was something her mind just did. Even with William she could always come to see faults in his plans and always knew a better way of doing things…..never the less she would not dare take command of any thing. This whole Princess thing was Greystokes fault. He had forced a legendry blood line upon her shoulders. She was the last hope of the blood line and she was the last.

With Hunter gone there would be no one to continue the blood line. Yes there was her….but it would not continue through her she…she was unable. There were secrets dark deep things she kept hidden from the outer world for her own selfish reasons and this happened to be one of them. With William gone the blood line had ended ultimately. Not because she had to deal with not meeting the right sort of man. Oh yes that was most unlikely thing in the world for this girl. But there was something else that went much deeper and killed her every time she thought of it. That secret she feared to tell her father for facing his wrath. “Any way the only reason he adopted be other than biting me was so he could have a grand child” she whispered as a tear slid down her cheek.

She knew what he would do if he found out her little secret. He’s beat her and throw her out…..or was she confused? Was she puzzle between Hunter and her biological father? That’s what Logan did. Never the less she could always trust that man. Yes he was harsh yes he did not really care for her that much but at least he was there. He helped her and made her stronger. Even though he might hate her now she would always hold the up right respect even if he did not deserve it. He could have thrown her out but when the choice came he let her stay at the institute regardless the risks. But he had to give way and she understood that she understood him.

Unlike Hunter who she never could understand. He was so…so kind, I guess what the word that she was trying to say. Even when he saw fault in her he did not ridicule her for her lower abilities or lack of knowledge. There for she had formed a very quick attachment to the king and with his death she felt like she could hardly survive but she soon realized that there was more at stake her herself. She had a team to keep safe and an empire to deal with once she returned to earth…..if she did not have a heroic death on Ninjeta….which was not an option. “My Lady” Octabious said. She came to a halt and glanced at her comrade in arms “Yes….sir” she said with a sly smile knowing his title that she gave him was not a comfortable one.

“You are bleeding….” Glancing down her chest she saw that she was still wounded from the mans attack her little Shadow friend. By placing her hand over the wound she recoiled slightly as to stop the bleeding and walked on like nothing was wrong. “Octabious?” said whispered. He took no time to answer and quickly said “Yes miss?”. After taking in more of the toxic air or at least that’s what if felt to her she asked “Why are you protecting me and not following my orders”. He thought that they already had discussed this topic never the less he answered “Because Lord Greystoke gave me an order to protect you and I shall do that till death…” “that is what I fear” she said her voice much more childish or maybe just her age.

“Miss?” she could hear the questions in his voice so she did not bother to let him say any more ” すべての人を得るため、私の近くが死亡し、何があって私は... ...一人は、私は実際には私の父が死んだ" ..されている事実から逃れることはできないんだ”  With that she smiled and he gave her a smirk “Then I assure you miss that I shall not perish”. “Man of many talents” she said “You prove yourself that to miss”. With that they approached the ship Talon was relived to be back though in the big whole of things she did not have time. Looking at Shadow she said “Remain here I will return”. With that she walked toward her room.

Before she ship had taken off she equipped it with what she needed. And what she needed were knew clothes.Soon she emerged from her room dressed in a braw shaped tunic that was black with tight fitting jeans. She had sliced the legs there for part of the thighs were exposed. Any way this mission she was already sweating so as little as possible she’d need to wear. Talon did not like the heat it was annoying she’d rather be in the North Pole.  She was first to meet Risky her leader who she saw was present. 

Approaching Risky she sighed and walked up to her. “Miss I feel it necessary to notify you an achievement I will soon inaugurate in rapidly First and foremost Shadowstep would like to aid the wolf Pack in our attack. Also I will unaccompanied go with in the Child of Darkness venue  and commence in attempting to terminate him. I am remorseful if this goes against your wishes and I know you might object never the less you are the leader and are obliged to the Wolf Pack to keep them breathing and if I am departing against your will as a member of the Wolf  Pack then to make no more mistakes and disobey you any more and I will abscond the Wolf Pack in order to achieve my goal"

she sighed trying to hold bakc the pain. I have full assurance in you abilities to lead you are after all your Risky and I have confidence in you.Pardon me for what I am about to do but know I have you held up in the fullest esteem along with the rest of the members. And if I am not to return of battling the child of Darkness I want you to know that I have been honored to work along side these members of the Pack. So instead to cause you the trouble I will excommunicate myself from the Wolf Pack and save you the dilemma of doing it yourself not that it really would be a problem. Any way as a leader your main priority is to the safety of the team and I am a threat to that safety given my um….recklessness.  And with that I bid you and the rest of the members adue.”

Then walking over to her Shadowy friend she spoke “I will have to leave you know, sadly all things need to come to a close and some times the closer does not make it out. It was fun being around you and you other self for the short period of time. Be safe and carefull but I need to be off.” And with that she turned the heel and walked off into the battle zone. Though it killed her it really did. She never thought that she’d be the one to leave. Some one any one but not her. She was the loyal one she was the faithful Talon. Always follows orders “Obey the supreme” that’s what she had been taught. So what if she did now follow orders? She had a mission of her own she would destroy Dark Child and end his rain of terror. It was the only thing she saw logical as for revenge that would have to wait. Though she had no experience and her actions could have even been known as foolhardy and unsought of wisdom never the less if she was to do any thing Illogical this would be it. 

“Miss Greystoke!” she stopped and as like always Octabious we right behind her running with full speed toward her. Approaching her he wasted no time and spoke  “I must and will accompany you” he demanded she could tell he was no longer asking. She clenched her fist and growled “No you can not I can not let you” she bluntly stated. “I am.  sorry miss but I can not comply” She looked at him the regret in her eyes as she said “No….I am sorry”. With that the SNICKET sound of her claws range. As this was the first time since her becoming a Lycan she had used them. With a sudden act she pierced the hilt of her silver blades into his shoulder and quickly retracted it hoping not to much damage was caused. She looked at him as her eyes filled with pain. “I am sorry my friend but some things need to be done and can only be done alone”.

Checking the perimeter she saw that there were no enemy forced around so her guard would be safe at least till he would heal. With that she raced off into the distance. Her mind was made up she knew what she needed to do. If her fate was to fight Darkchild then “Bring it on”. As she raced through the oncoming shower of rounds that were fired at her she shrugged them off. Never the less she had not rested once and was In a bad state the battle Darkchild but at this point nothing mattered. As she ran at full speed she had attracted the attention of a few Ninjetan worriers. As she ran she peered back as a few energy beams were fired at her. Quickly she looked in front of her. There was no simple way of enter she needed to get in fast. She did not have time to fight because she knew more would be on their way.

Taking a deep breath as she approached the wall she aimed her claws in front of her. With only a few feet between her and the solid structure she leaped upward with full force logging her claws into the wall. With a slight disorientation she began her second step: Climbing. Gathering all her agility she scaled the tower ignoring the blasts of electricity fired at her that just missed her by a hair. “Ahh!” she let out a slight yelp as a beam of electricity hit her . The many volts surged through her body though her claws were mended into the wall. Whether she wanted to or not she was climbing this darn thing even if it killed her! She pulled out her right hand along with her left foot which’s claws were already unleashed as she began the long and agonizing process. Her shirt due to the many shots that were fired at her was tattered at the back barely holding together.

As she raced the top her back was bare ad bloody. The skin had already been ripped off and flesh and blood stained the remains. Part of her spinal cord could even be seen. With that her shoulders where also heavily damager and the back of her neck along with it. As she climbed over the threshold of his Kingdome she fell face on the floor her arms and back badly bunt and her hands and feet bleeding due to the stress she had caused on her claws. She flipped on her bare flesh scarred back and looked up at her shaking hands. The claws as she had been climbing were actually slowly being torn through her skin. The pain was agonizing! “Hay look” she heard a guard say. Talon was really into much pain to do any thing. Soon she saw two heavily armed guards approaching her with weapons ready to fire.

did not move or show any hostile intent as the one lifted the weapon to body. “No look what we got here” the one sneered. Swallowing Talon spoke “I want to speak to your Dark master”. The two men chuckled as the one fired three shots into her chest. The bullets were not silver though it hurt like hell non the less. Talon felt slightly sleepy. Not to mention the amount of blood lost in a single day. Her eyes got heavy and she seemed to loose consciousness. The two men grabbed her by the arms and dragged her along the corridor. Half way through her eyes snapped open as she two men noticed and were about to reach for their weapons.

She expected this though they had let go of her arms. So with that she reached for her energy sword and turned it on. Her actions were fasted and timed. With her legs she somersaulted over her opponents. Though as she did she dug her blade into the head of one of the armed men killing him instantly. Landing with her hand in front of her and her feet bent she shut her head up. The other guard or guard 2 fired more of those electrifying bullets. Dogging them she rolled to the left and ran full n toward him. At this point many bullets got buried into her skin as she could feel herself loosing consciousness. She had lost fair and with the sword and did the only logical thing “SNICKET” she SNICKETED him as Akwa would bluntly put her. Bering her claws into his chest.

With that she leaped off of him and froze. She could feel her body attempting to compensate for the amount of blood lost but it was to much she knew it. She also knew that at any given point she would fall into a state of unconsciousness. As she was about to get to her feet she heard the sound of gun shots being fired. Time slowed as she looked down at her chest noticing her blood and wounds that had reformed. She placed her blood on her chest as she turned herself around to see the same guard, um number 2 who had fired those three shots. She fell to the ground her nails clutching desperately trying to get up but lacking the strength. Appraoching her he gave her a smug little grin “You wanted to see our master” he said refilling the ammunition. Then pointing the weapon at her head just as he was about to fire three shots he said with  smile “You soon will” pulling the trigger the rest was obvious………..BAMMM!!!

     If destroyed, buildings can be re-built.  Torn clothing can be sewn.  Broken machinery can get new parts.  But humans...whether they be from Earth or not, are more fragile than glass and will shatter if you touch them.  This simple, brutal fact of life became a lesson that Sylver followed by.  It gave her confidence, that everytime she shattered someone skull, or sliced their legs off from under them, that they'd eventually die and she wouldn't have to worry about killing them again.
     Ninjeta.  That's what this planet was called.  Well, what was once a planet anyway.  It was now a battleground: an endless oppertunity to steal the life from those that would oppose her.  The violent wind whipped Sylver's face, bringing scents of death and smoke.  Sylver took it in with a deep breathe and smirked.  This was the smell that defined her life; the endless battles she'd seen were markers, along with the endless list of enemies she'd slaughtered.  Sylver's icey blue eyes found her first target: a Ninjetan man covered in full metallic body armour, handling an axe.  That list was about to get a little longer.
     The soldier raised the axe, and with a strength and speed ten times that of any Earth man, tossed it at Sylver like a boomerang.  Like a world in slow motion, Sylver watched the axe spin as it approached her; the blade making its *fwoom...fwoom* sound, her reflection growing larger in it every rotation.  The weapon struck something, but it wasn't Sylver.  She had jumped, and was now coming down hard and fast upon her first outerworldy victim.
     *ssssssssss!!!!!!!*  The energy saber sliced through the man's midsection, and Sylver was already walking away by the time his top half hit the ground. 
     "Mortals."  Sylver growled under her breathe.  She'd come to Ninjeta, not just because her team was ordered to, but because Hunter had told her it was a challenge.  All Sylver could see was free sport with targets plastered all over them.  He'd told her that it would help take her mind off of Luar's death...that it could keep her humanity-failing mind focused.  Sylver ducked from a soldier's oncoming sword; she spun around him, grabbed his top jaw from behind, and snapped it off like a toothpick. 
     "Well..."  Sylver muttered, "Hunter'd better be right."  She ran into the battlefield, laying waste to any living thing that attacked her.  The blood flowed, the screams continued, and all the while, Sylver could only think about how she wanted them to scream louder...

Sector 13--earlier today

     "You're going to kill them, Sylver.  You're going to kill them all."  The seductive voice whispered into her thoughts.  Ever since Luar, her brother's, death, Sylver's soul...her humanity, was disappearing.  This voice was proof of that.  The dark nature of her vampireism was fusing with what other's called her soul...if that even existed anymore.
     I know... Sylver thought, answering the voice, I know all to well...  She looked around the room.  All her team had been assembled by Anderson, to go into space.  In Sylver's 3, 809 years of existing, alive and undead, she'd never been to space.  She'd met aliens, some she liked more than others, but had never gone beyond the outer layers of the atmosphere.  Today, she would.
     Her one-piece, sleeveless, black leather outfit shimmered slightly in the florescents, and Sylver adjusted her gloves.  Focus... she told herself.  You have to kill them, Sylver.  Every stupid idiot that crosses you on that planet; they die.  You're going to kill them all.
     She repeated this to herself, in a dark, cold meditation of sorts, even as the team was loaded onto the Predetor.  Her eyes stared blankly straight ahead of her, her hands folded on her lap.  Everyone else was in it for the team...for recognition...or for whatever the heck else normal heroes were in it for.  Sylver was here, soley, because if she wasn't, the streets of New York City would be running with their own blood, with Sylver at the head of it.  And the Wolf Pack... Sylver almost smirked.  The Wolf Pack would have to try and stop her.  In a sense, she was doing this for their sakes.  Heaven forbid that day ever come, Sylver prayed silently.
     The ship took off. 
     Less than a few hours later, Sylver stood on the edge of a cruiser's open door, as it circled the raging battle field of Ninjeta.  Explosions leveled the rocky terrain left and right, energy cannons fixated on the cruisers, and Sylver crouched closer to the edge, eyes peering with amusement.  Her vampire-enhanced sight locked onto a large tank like machine, with a gun large enough to take out their cruiser with a single blast.  She grinned, her fangs glistening in the flashing lights of battle.  
     The light saber came out.  "Let the game begin."  Sylver whispered to herself.
     She jumped.  
     Just seconds later, an explosion came from the tank, killing its occupants and several soldiers around it.

Ninjeta--battlefield--now

     ** "Veritas, WAL, Wolf Pack, and free Ninjan people, we are outnumbered, but we are far from defeated.  After this transmission, form a 360 degree perimeter around the Phoenix and begin to push the enemy back.  Believe in yourselves as much as I believe in you, and we will be victorious in this batt--" **
      The transmission from Kurrent cut off as Sylver round house kicked another man in the ribs.  He chocked on his own scream, sputtering blood poured from his mouth.  
     "It's about time he shut up."  Sylver said outloud, driving the lightsaber into the man's mouth to ensure his death, "believeing isn't going to save us here."  She turned to strike down more enemies, only to have a large spiked club throttle itself into her face.  Sylver tumbled backwards, but caught herself on her hands.  The blackish-red substance that was once her blood covered the right side of her face; the soldier, sword in hand, charged at her.  
     Sylver did the same, but stopped just feet away from her attacker.  "Diiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!"  The threat escalated into a scream, high-pitched...sonic.  It caught the man, mid-run, and blood shot out from his nose, mouth, ears and eyes.  His brain had erupted.  Sylver didn't stop screaming till the man hit the ground, blood seeping from his contorted face.  
     "Stupid man.."  She hissed, as her face healed.  Sylver looked down at her clothing; it was covered in blood and debris.  Beautiful.  She was accomplishing something.  She was--
  ** "Those wounds...They're too severe to come back from.  Even for him." **  The transmission squaked in her ear, G'Bandit's voice coming through on the other end.  Sylver almost dismissed it, but...something about it.  She had to see.
     Sylver rocketed off of the ground, flying over the gorey sights below.  The voice was angry with her; she was disobeying her natural instincts to kill...but she had to see who they were talking about.  It might be---  oh no.
     Sylver spotted G'Bandit with Risky, but she wasn't the one injured.  It was Hunter.  His body lay broken on the field, screwered by spears and swords, with dozens of slain Ninjetans around him.  Sylver landed, but stood at a distance.  An odd feeling crept into her, telling her that she didn't belong next to GB and Risky, mourning over the loss of their leader...their friend.
     "You would have killed him eventually anyway.  You'll kill them all someday."  The voice mocked.
     "Shut up! Just shut up!!" Sylver half-squeeled, covering her ears.  It was wrong...it had to be wrong.  Hunter wasn't dead...Hunter just didn't die.  He couldn't.  He was Hunter.  A tear formed on the rim of her eye.
     "Weakling, stop crying!!!  You're an animal; you're a monster! You have no soul to cry with!  He's dead, he's dead--"
     "NO! No he's not!  Just shut up and go away!"  Sylver screamed into the air.  No, no, no, no, no....I don't want this. Sylver moaned in her mind.  I don't want to die inside...I don't want Hunter to die...I don't--
     "You're already dead, monster.  And so is he.  You never belonged on that team; you were always a monster.  You exist to kill, you--"
    "NOOOOOO!!!!!" Sylver screamed, louder than before.  An explosion tore open the hill she was standing on, sending her flying hundreds of eet away.  Dirt and debris showered her, as Sylver jumped away from the falling pieces of men and metal.  The voice was screaming at her now, telling her to stop being a coward, to face up to herself.  The pandamonim inside Sylver and outside frazzled her thougts, leaving her stunned.  Only a bellowing roar, that shook the earth, pulled her awake.
     Sylver turned, only to see a giant, red beast plowing through the masses before it.  It was massive...muscular...and completely indescibable.  An abomination of war.  Sylver whipped out her saber, ready to attack it.  But after being hammered by several, metal weapons, it collapsed and appeared to die.  It was changing.
     "No..."  Sylver uttered in disbelief.  It was Warsman.  Sylver's eyes widened in shock.  It was happening...they were all dying around her, just like the voice said.  She couldn't escape her destiny.
  ** "Wolf Pack, Wolf Pack, Risky here!  Meet me at regrouping point P.  Execute Maneuver Rhino.  Maneuver Rhino!  If we stay here, we'll get slaughtered sooner or later!  We have to--agh!" **  Risky's voice hollared over the commlink.  Sylver barely heard it...or rather, barely paid attention.  They were dead.  Hunter and Warsman.  Everyone else was next.
     A fierce determination entered Sylver's eyes.  Hunter wasn't dead; the voice had to be wrong, and she would prove it!  She could heal him, and he would not die!  Sylver thrust herself off of the ground, and landed abruptly near where the explosion had happened.
     "Hunter!  William!"  Sylver called out, barely a whisper compared to the raging noises around her.  He had to be ok...he could heal.  He'd be fine; she needed him to give her more missions after this one, to keep her focused.  He was the only one that--
     Sylver stopped for a moment.  The only one that understood.  The thought echoed in her mind as she stared down at the plain.  Hunter wasn't there.  The spears..the swords that held him down were there, still covered in his blood.  But he was gone.  
      "What?"  Sylver muttered.  She jumped down to where he should've been.  Crouching close to the ground, she breathed in his scent.  There was no carbon outline...no evidence that he'd been incinerated.  But there were no tracks, so he couldn't have been taken.  Right?
     At a glance, Risky's fast moving form caught Sylver's eye.  The transmission.  Maybe Hunter had heard it and gone with her.  Before she could get up, Sylver cried out; a spear pierced through her middle, protruding out her belly.  A soldier approached her from behind.  
      "Just die, stupid alien!" He cried, grasping the spear's shaft.  The emotion left the air...a coldness overtook Sylver's body.  She shuttered unnaturally as a snarl escaped her, feral and enraged.  She turned her head to look at him; he gasped in horror.  Her eyes were black, souless marbles, tearing into his own.  
      "Kill him, Sylver."  The voice gently coaxed.  It didn't need to convince her much...its control over her was back.  She was angry again.
      Sylver barred her fangs.  "I will."  She answered to herself.  She snapped the spear in half and pulled it out of her.  The soldier began to run.  Sylver's dark, blood-hungry eyes followed.  He almost grabbed another sword that lay abandoned in the field.  Almost.
      His eyes bulged in pain, his mouth shrieking a silent scream.  Sylver stood over him, hand grasped around his chin to hold the man still.  But her teeth, were sunk deep into his spine...his now shattered spine, drawing out enough blood to kill.  Sylver dropped him, and like a machine, found Risky with her eyes.  She was a monster again...living for these people's deaths.  Her fleeting moment of emotion wasted.  It was pointless to feel for them...they'd all die anyway.  Now, there were just three commands on her mind:
     Find Risky.
     Find Hunter.
     Kill everyone else.
    

He was whispering. Was he afraid of Warsman? Of course he was...this amateur necromancer was talking to a living corpse.

"You have...team...Wolf Pack...?"

His words were jumbled and disorganized...or was it how Warsman heard him? The man's voice faded in and out of Warsman's blurred eyesight, like Warsman had suffered a severe blow to his cranium and just now he was being told what to do next. This misplaced authority made him despise his new god even more. He nodded like he understood him clearly. He would keep up this obedient dog persona until he was reunited with his teammates, however far away that moment was.

"Be...savior...you...communications...?"

A second bobbing neck motion.

"My name...Werner...Doom..."

At this moment, Warsman stopped caring and just blinked slowly whenever this man, Werner, was finished mumbling to himself. Werner's attention was grabbed from his experiment. Warsman turned around slowly, his ears still ringing.

"...Earth's mightiest...fear...war...suffering...innocents...greatest warrior...Kurrent...Feral Nova...slaughter...KNEEL before Nate..."

Why was it that leaders are greater than their followers? Hunter had died and Warsman had lived...where was the Czar's recognition among kings? Werner ran as the cannons began to rain death down on them. Warsman stood, defiant in the face of blazing hellfire. His limbs were quickly struck by enormous exploding shells, but he remained still as his flesh was torn apart by the flames. He was gathering air into his lungs. He was about to yell out, not in pain, but in challenge.

His lips parted, his teeth bared.

"COWARD!!! YOU WANT BATTLE WITH US, BUT YOU HIDE BEHIND MEANINGLESS GUNFIRE!!!"

He weighed his body down with his arms, each limp from a boiling anger. Saliva seeped from his mouth and splashed on the ground. A venomous hiss and the liquid evaporated, taking billions of microscopic organisms with it. They were too small to accept his anger...he needed a larger specimen...like Werner...

He turned his head. Was Werner still running or was he too shocked by Warsman's renewed voice to do anything but stand and stare? Either decision made him a target. Warsman's stomach turned into a knot looking at Werner's fresh neck...teeming with delicious meats and juices...sweat, tissue, skin, fat, veins and arteries, plasma...blood...

"You look...tired..."

It was all he could to keep from saying what he meant.

"You...want power...don't you?"

He lunged at Werner, mouth gaping for his neck. Already he was inches away from him, his razor-sharp teeth grazing whatever defense he would build up. Warsman's hands would lock onto Werner's shoulders, his legs wrapping around his waist, and his mouth enclosed with a toothy smile only a mother could love. Too bad his mother was dead...too bad no one actually important told him to stop. Otherwise, he would not have aimed his teeth to pierce Werner's throat.

Regret.......Not a word that is often used through the voice of men, but one that is constantly thought. We all feel this deep seeded emotion in our life. Some have more regret than others. Everyone has done something in their lives that they have felt sorry for.....Looked to a higher power and seeked forgiveness. Even those who take away lives.......manipulate others and burn the world have felt sorrow in their hearts. Torn apart theirown sould for something they have done wrong. Perhaps these silent ninjans felt regret at the things they had done, felt sorry for the deeds they had commited against their own people. Did they to like so many quiver because they seeked forgiveness.

Not moving, the shinigami looked into their eyes. He could see the confusion that stirred inside of them. Had they not met one like him......Or maybe they had but had forgot that compassion was still an emotion that was their to be found. He did not feel angry at them......Did not shake with rage when they looked at him. He did not even forgive them, because there was nothing to forgive. The ivory mist began to clear, making it easier to see. On their face theyr soft ruby lips quiverd, as they tried so hard to speak. It was not easy......When one from another planet who they had thought was coming to kill them...Instead saw them as not the enemy that had to be taking down. Andras began to turn around, feeling as if none would speak the words that they tried do hard to create in their minds. Suddenly the ninjan from before began to speak.

"Were NOT THE ENEMY" Even her words were not words with drive or convition. Still the confusion that filled her eyes were projected through her words. Even when her voice raised.....Her lips shook.

Andras turned back......as all around he could feel more life slip away, and other lives return to the world in which they had never left. He walked to the group, and dropped to his knee's. The dust on the ground began to stain his clothing. The zanpakuto still gripped in his hand. Its blade stil glimmered in this dark light.

"No your not. I came here in the hopes that i could save this planet.......Not kill its people. You look at me as if i were one of the many who came here. Killing  you all.......But believe me i am not. Ive seen to much of it. I believe that this planet can be saved, and that even those ninjans whose hearts are filled with darkness can come back to the light." A gentle smile swept across his face, as his eyes tried to give them hope. Then the smile became bigger.......Confusin them even more, as his sea blue eyes closed when the smile became ever bigger.

"OH and i will make this planet better.....And make you all SMILE again hehehe" Opening his eyes and scrathcning his head, he again rose to his feet. The ninjan sared blankly at him......Her mouth began to change shape. Almost......Did she? A near smile? It looked like it but soon anger filled her face. Andras sighed.

"Your gonna save......That which is beyond saving. Your gonna save us even when our aligence is with the three lords. Drive them away.....Ad not kill their soldiers. You dream of a world without evil.....Your dream is that of a fool. Open your eyes boy and see the world for what it is......For what all the words are. A devils playground that is beyond saving"

Andras only smiled as deep down he could see that their were some lies in her beliefs. "Then i guess im a fool. People should be happy for the things they have........And not tear the world apart for the things they dont really need. You call me a fool? Evena fool can change a world when the king had failed"

Before she could utter another word. The captain had turned around and in one swift motion he had flash stepped away at an incredible speed, heading to his next destination. He became a blur.....as he travelled. One with the wind that helped him in his movement. His destination was to the south. It did not take long for him to arrive, as he stayed out of sight. The compund of Gambler and his men were heavily guarded. These ninjans were smart. Making sure each route was guarded to the highest ability. Andras could sense, the depleting energy of many of the inncoents inside. Tortue.....beatings and death went through his mind. He could turn away and leave them to die but he couldn't do that. H had also made a promise to himself not to kill any ninjan, but this would prove difficult.

To get in save those inside and get out without killing. He could sneak in but he knew with just one glance that it would prove impossible. he would be spotted. Againa mist began to form, lowering their visibilty. He could not charge in...instead he would wait and think on a plan. Then somethig hit him. All he needed was to focus one area of the ninjans on something else. Even if it was just for a moment.....Because thats all he needed to get in. Though even if he did get in. Rescuing the captured and getting out was a task that truly a fool would take on......But then again he was a fool. this technique would take a while to finish.

"Aisu kuro-n"
 

"OPEN" said the Man of Midnight, and they both teleported from where they stood in front of the Phoenix. Slight led the unwilling friend into the hull where he would recieve help for the lasting pain he felt. Then all of a sudden, The King of the Sea dropped to his knees. Obviously he was unused to traveling in such a way. He head dropped between his bend figure and sprewed vomit. This had been the second time in two days. Which reminded him that the battle was still raging. Getting up, he wiped his mouth clean from any residual bile, and went on.

Kurrent had ordered a defensive line in frong of the Phoenix, which held pretty well. But he as a leader, and Slight as a hero had to think about the countless others that fought beside them. From a distance he could see Risky, a Wolf Pack member running for her life. Word had spread of the death of the Lycan King, and he wondered to himself how could that be. And then there was Talon who was pure and simple a weapon. In his time here he'd seen her in action and marveled at her skill. Slight broke from the line, and headed strait for Risky.

As he ran, he was met by a She Ninjan who challenged him to fight. There was no other choice but to oblige the fighter, but he did have a place to be. "Run for the hills to avoid the high flood because I can do a dance that will make the sky cry blood." the Ninjan mistress looked confused as to what he meant. But that did not stop her from charging at him. He quickly collected water molecules from the frigid air, and froze them into a weapon. Not just any weapon, it was an ice trident. Much to likeness of the staff that was carried by Posieden, or Neptune as some called him. Swinging the trident around above his head, he struck with cold fury. Jabbing the middle prong into her throat, She dropped to her knees. Crimson tears trickled down her face, as he said "Cry Blood"

Leaving her there, he continued over to Risky. With his new favorite toy in hand, even though it was now tainted with frozen blood, Slight smiled.

The Cold Brisk air washed over Constantine's face as he stared up into the night air straight toward the moon, this immortal had over a thousand stories to tell about such a beauty. But he would not be telling them anytime soon, instead he'd be making a new one. The eyes which had seen many things, many impossible, horrible and lovely things set his eyes upon the sign which bore across the gate that this old man stood outside. His wavy blond hair blown behind him in the wind, this Constantine did not need to wear a mask, he had no secrets to hide, his alter ego died many years ago, for him anyway. All though for his younger self it had plenty of time before he would walk as a careless man, with no need to worry about enemies attacking loved ones, he only had to look out for number one. Himself.

Con's past was long forgotten, but being back in this time era he could not help but have doors of memories flooded open. Con always knew he loved his wife Gemma and has never forgot her, even within all the time he's had to wash his regrets away. Con looked down upon his wrist at his fathers old magically customized watch, a device which held everything Con would ever need, as well as the time of all regions in the universe depending where he is that is. The most useful thing Con found that this had was it was the only thing that could tell him his true age. Con stared down at it and whispered to himself "Too old for this, but balance is in need of being restored" with that he stepped forward, closer to the gate which held upon it the lettering which spelled Arkham Asylum. His beige coat swung behind him as he pressed a chilled hand to the lock and with a little magic it unlocked itself.

Needless to say the Guards should be swarming him currently, especially with the upgrade in security in Gotham, and all other prison areas, but he had put the security cameras on a loop, no one would see him enter, the only thing he would be in any need of worrying about is the guards closest to the gate which he just stepped through, but that was covered. He knew what to do. So when he heard the familiar cocking of guns he patiently stopped and waited for what they would do next "How the hell did you get through?" the man on the right asked but before Con replied the man to his left said "Who cares, boss says no precautions so unless sir you have a good reason to be here or will leave cooperatively, we will have shoot" Con let out a short chuckle and in turn stared into the eyes of the men beside him, magically burrowing his thoughts in their head.

Put the gun in your mouth and pull the trigger, Constantine thought and stepped off closer to his destination and without hesitation the two guards put the cold tips of their gun barrels through their bared teeth into the inside lining of their mouths and without any second thoughts the both pulled the trigger and dropped to the floor dead as the blew their own brains out. Con gave a little smirk pointless death still sometimes pulled on his humourous side. It was not long before he trudged up the muddy slopes leading to the front doors, upon arriving he made the four guards slit their own throats with pocket knives. Constantine made his way through the halls silently killing guards on site any prisoners that caught a glimpse of him were shushed. He carried on the routine until he  reached the main operating area which had access to the release button on all holding bays as well as TV network throughout the building.

The main operators sat in their seats all dried up, with no blood left in their body as it had all been specifically targeted and evaporated through Constantine's fire bending ability. They were out of the way and now remaining guards had to be taken care of. Constantine sent out a message through com-link to all remaining guards, asking them to come to a certain area of Arkham in which he gassed them through the vents with a special gas that was placed in their for an extreme protocol, in case of a mass breakout it would have been deployed to take out all the escapees. With the guards out for the count, he hit the big button which in time opened up all the cells for the most feared criminals to be set loose.

“I will have to leave you know, sadly all things need to come to a close and sometimes the closer does not make it out. It was fun being around you and you other self for the short period of time. Be safe and careful but I need to be off.”

Raker stood there watching as Talon ran off towards the hellish battle that was erupting in the area surrounding Darkchild's stronghold. He hadn't really had any time to actually speak with her, their trip to The Predator had been mostly her talking and him trying to keep up with her while trying to listen to what she had to say at the same time. He could only recall her knowing that he wasn't the same Shadowstep she encountered earlier. Raker looked back at The Predator and then back towards Darkchild's stronghold. Rolling his eyes, Raker began sprinting away from The Predator and started racing after Talon, he couldn't let her just go off and get herself killed now could he?

But try as he might, Raker was unable to keep up with Talon, she was too fast and had already vanished into the battle. That didn't stop him from charging into the thick of it however, but as he did Ninjan Warriors descended upon him like a pack of hungry wolves. Having moved just fast enough to unsheathe The Harvester of Sorrow, Raker sliced off the arms of one of the Ninjan Warriors and set her ablaze with Black Hellfire, she screamed in agony as the flames consumed her and another nearby warrior whom she had stumbled into.

Raker then turned around and blocked a swift attack by a low-ranking officer wielding a Kunai. Raker pressed forward and hit the Ninjan Warrior in the face with the blunt end of his sword, having taken her out of the equation for a couple seconds Raker turned on another Ninjan and rammed The Harvester of Sorrow into her throat and with one swift movement tore open her jugular vein, he then turned his attention back to the low-ranking officer who was preparing to strike once more. However her movements had left her wide-open to attack and so Raker thrust the sword into her stomach, pulled it out and then had thrust it back in once more, the low-ranking officer burst into flames and dropped to the ground screaming as they ate away at her flesh.

Suddenly a bolt of energy slammed into Raker's back, throwing him several feet across the battlefield, a Ninjan Warrior...this one being much taller and stronger-looking than the cannon fodder he had just ripped through...began cutting a path to Raker through the battlefield while charging up both of her fists with pure raw energy. Once she got in range, the Ninjan Warrior fired another bolt at Raker and hit him square in the chest, thus sending him flying back a few feet more. She fired again with her other fist only to have Raker use his Redirect ability to send the bolt flying right back at her.

She easily dodged the bolt as it came, but she was still surprised by Raker's little trick, surprised enough for him to take her by surprise and stab her in the knee with his sword. But...unlike the others she did not cry out in pain, it was almost as if she hadn't even felt the attack, and much to Raker's dismay the Ninjan Warrior grabbed him by the throat and picked him up off the ground like it was no trouble at all. "Pale complexion, strange but unique facial markings, a broken mask and a large gaping hole that goes directly all the way through your throat but has no effect on your neck movement, breathing or overall physical health? What manner of creature are you, off-worlder? You are definitely not Human nor are you Lycan, Ninjan or a member of any other races our kind have encountered before."

"That is because my people did not associate with trash like you. Now release me!" Raker screamed in the Ninjan Warrior's head as he started digging deeper and deeper into her mind using telepathy. But it was by no means easy to gain control over this woman's mind, she had obviously been trained to resist telepathic mind-control, but Raker was not about to give up. So he dug further until finally her grip loosened up and she let go of him, Raker quickly removed The Harvester of Sorrow from the Ninjan Warriors' kneecap and started hacking away at it like a tree trunk.

In her rage and agony the Ninjan Warrior slammed her fist into the ground, causing it to crack apart and explode. Raker went flying into the air and crossed over the threshold into Darkchild's castle stronghold. After a few moments he hit the ground rolling and knocked a couple of soldiers off their feet. Taking a moment to listen, Raker could swear that he heard Talon shouting from somewhere but before he could do anything else, the guards he had knocked over got up to their feet and started rushing at him with their weapons drawn.

"DIE OFF-WORLDER!!" One of them screamed just as she brought out a Kunai and had thrust forth with the sword tipped at an angle. Raker barely had time to block the attack when a second soldier appeared from out of nowhere and fired a bolt of energy at Raker which sent him flying into a wall.

Raker held onto the wall as he struggled to get up to his feet, that energy bolt had torn through him and had caused him to sustain severe injuries both external and internal due to it being at such a close range, with each breath he took shards of agony tore straight through his lungs like bullets. Looking at the approaching guards, Raker grasped the hilt of The Harvester of Sorrow tightly and with all his might he rushed forth and sliced the head of the first guard he came into contact with clear off, Raker stumbled for a moment while trying to gather some more strength and then once he had he thrust the sword into the heart of another guard and tore it out with one swift movement.

The pain was getting worse but Raker was not about to give up now. He was going to fight and he would keep doing so until he could fight no more. A moment that came all too soon as another bolt of energy slammed into Raker and sent him crashing to the ground, unconscious and badly burned. The remaining guards cautiously approached Raker and waited a couple seconds to see if he was still alive or not. Much to their disbelief Raker was still alive, but just barely, the guards exchanged glances with one another and then looked at their superior.

"Do we kill him?" one of the lower-ranking guards asked.

"No. I'll go inform Lord Darkchild of the situation and ask him what we should do with the intruder. In the meantime the rest of you get a power-inhibiting collar on him, along with some shackles and place him in a holding cell. Confiscate any weapons he may still have on his person and do not take your eyes off of him for even a second." the Superior replied as she removed her helmet, ran her fingers through her long golden locks of hair, took in a deep breath and began to make her way through the castle and directly for Darkchild's private quarters. As she did some of the other guards picked Raker up and began the process of placing shackles and a power-inhibiting collar on him while the rest simply kept their weapons ready just in case Raker was faking it and would have to be put down swiftly before he could cause them any further trouble.

 * thump...thump...thump* Ravens heart pounded against his chest, the pressure of his fear could be felt in his throat, the sharp pain in his wrist pulsed agonizingly. The Shun Kai Prodigy had no idea of his whereabouts, he was knocked unconscious during an epic battle with the ninjeta warriors. His vision was blurred, his leg half asleep, the hero leaned up from his back to see the rest of his dear brethren, slight was healing the injuries of his fellow comrads, Raven felt safe once more

  The phoenix  was discordant with a melange of screaming, the ache in ravens wrist was so intense , that he paid no attention to the sounds."ughhh...ugghh" he moaned  as he tried to move his hand in a circular motion, his hand was parlayed with pain. The hero then observed his armor, he was appalled by what he saw. It was tarnished, it resembled a shredded cloth, at the peek of its damage, he also realized that his prong had dissapeared, he had no powers without his prong he was totally screwed.He would be disabled from all of his powers, the prong was the source of his energy.

  Raven stood up using his hands a leverage ,  and observed the phoenix. Its was very big, filled with various technical equipment, Wondering spider as the pilot of the ship, small doors that lead into compact rooms. He walked slowly gazing  at the windshield of the Phoenix, the clouds were filled with sandy brownish debris, you couldnt really see anything from it, raven idnt understand how  WS could.Bringing his focus back onto his situation, raven contemplated on what he was going to do, he couldnt survive the harsh conditions of the ninjeta planet without his suit, he would die from lack of oxygen. tha""ts when he took notice in the prong right where he laid"ooh ..phew  that was close"

  The prong had no mount,  and his suit was damaged, so he couldn't generate any of the powers he wanted, all it could do his enhance his human abilities, and provide him with oxygen. Raven came well equipped for this situation, in his barrack, he had an arsenal of weapons just for the occasion, The Astral Illusion made his way into his barrack which was in a short narrow corridor with many doors opposite from each other, The room was filled with nigresence, his prong emitted the darkness after 10 seconds, and all that could be seen in the room was two spartan mattress adjacent to each other. raven went into a large suitcase, and pulled out a Bayonet,  2 Desert eagles, multi purpose goggles, cluster of plasma grenades, and many other weapons.It was time to lock and load

The Journal Recording

   We are almost close to the ninjeta fortress, im so close to achieving my ultimate goal which is Killing  Jean luc Lebeau, he has been the soul goal of my life, i wish to do nothing but kill this man, i will do whatever it takes to make sure he is wiped from existence, i want to be the one to execute the final death blow, call it merciless, but i have no remorse for this man, he is the epitome of evil, he has done nothing to benefit this world, his life will end here, i will die at the path of his extinction, i live for nothing more, and i make this recording just to express my feelings and to have someone continue my mission if i shall fail...Jean...YOU WILL DIE.

Now

  Raven tossed the recording device to the side as Ws signaled our departure. The sound of war echoed throughout the sphere loudly, raven could feel the adrenaline of rage manifest within his heart, he fely how he once felt when his people betrayed him, all he wanted to do was kill, this was not the heroes way, but he could feel nothing else at this point. Murdering all who opposed his quest was what he felt, hero or not. His heart pounded in his chest loudly, ice crystals formed in his stomach with each second that passed , he urged to take a life so deeply , nothing could stop him.

  The phoenix landed with the large screech of metal, and Raven's eye's opened widely, the hind door opened widely , and a brilliant light shinned amongst the hero, he brushed past all of the veritas members into the battlefield. his desert eagles glistened refinely, and his rage was radiant, he stood besides hi best of friends  and glared at all of them, as they stood in a front line by the phoenix. He felt proud to be a veritas, he felt at home no where else, if he should die, his brothers would tell his life story.He loved all of his teamates dearly, and he began to tear at the thought.

  " LETS TAKE THESE BASTARDS DOWN!!"

Her breathing was slow almost undetectable. “You actually thought she was dead? Ha! Like fate will grant you that peace, not while I’m around!” She did not know if she was dead from the voice in her head she would have wished to be dead. She was alive she had to be she felt the pain running through her the sting of pain the taste of blood in her mouth. She could feel the beat of her heart it’s pulse weakened. She could feel the pieces of led in her body the three gorged into her skull. She could also feel her burned flesh on her back along with arms. As her eyes shot open due to the stink of something being placed into her arms. She did not even noticed that she was bound she only noticed the man before her.

“Darkchild” she said in a low growling tone as she stared into his cold eyes. She had never met the man but she knew this was him. She felt it this was evil incarnate sure she had faced much worse or at least appearing to be worse. "Well hello their, our little princess is awake."Angered by what he said she lunged forward only to feel the pain of many watts of electricity running through her body. Letting out a slight yelp the chains pulled her back and pushed her against the wall. After taking in a few deep breaths she looked around. It appeared to be his chambers from what she could tell. Her black locks lay on her face in pieces hiding her angered emerald eyes as she glared at him with no remorse.

"I wouldn’t do that, those needles aren’t very hygienic don’t want the dried blood to seep any deeper than needed." He sneered. He took pleasure in this act. Though she was bound in chains and most likely “captured” she studied all she could from him. What he wore how he spoke his personality. Though she did not wish to spent any time with this man other than possibly killing I'm she did not waste time and took in every detail of every thing that he did. Gathering her information she snarled "It would be wise to release me." She knew it was an empty threat…or was it. She knew that if he was to leave her in this state she’d be able to get out like at SHEILD…or wait actually it was her team mate who got her out….besides the point!

He let out a slight chuckles as he used the back of her had to slap her on the cheek. If she had been angry before she was enraged now. No man had ever slapped her and he had touched her that was a mistake. She did not take kindly to coming in contact with me there only a few and mostly her team mates like Akwa or Hunter that she’d commence in hugging or anything physical contact. She could feel the heat from the slap on her cheek as lifted her shoulder to wipe it. Though she was enraged by his actions up to this point she tried to kept it hidden. She did not want to loose her temper not now. Any way there was not much she could do to get out of her predicament….not yet. 

 "I’ve never been referred to as wise, clever yes but wise no. They say I used to make very bad calls, rushing into fights I knew I couldn’t win only to come up on top or bottom beaten worse than a red headed stepchild." She took in his words and they related to her. Actually what she had initiated was very illogical and if she had any sense with in her she would not have come. She would have known that she would have gotten captured like this. It was so foolish now that she looked back she could see her error but she could not get any one else involved she had to do this alone and on her own. She needed to make Hunter proud of her. Yes he was dead but she had to do this. To accomplish the one thing she never could with her own father: just making him proud of her by doing something great to be remembered by.

Yes it was selfish of her to go on her own was she seeking glory? Talon at the moment did not have a clue what she was dong all she knew was that she was going to prove herself any way she could. Actually what she did was very Akwaish. She rushed in ahead with out thinking of the possibilities with out planning. She did not care that she did no have a plan. Now looking back she found herself shocked at her illogical actions and was dumbfounded by them. Turning her attention back to The Child of Darkness he barked orders for the guard to leave. Though she could no see why. Would it have not been best to have a second pair of hands.

 She truly did not understand this man. But his next actions proved her thoughts right once more. With out another word or gesture he….kissed her. Committed in the act of kissing her with any provocation of any kind he grabbed her face and kissed him swiftly and so suddenly that she was caught off guard and at the mercy of his pleasure. It was strange how come she always found herself being kissed by her enemies was it not enough they gloated that they had to commit an action she despised. King Hyperion! And now Darkchild! Though a glimmer of pleasure was egnighted since she was kissed seldom she enjoyed each semi second of it but soon flashed back into her full anger. As he pulled away she jerked forward in anger only to be electrocuted once more.

"Ooooooh my lord, you have seen many battles. And my my you taste so sweet." She let out a cry of annoyance and anger toward him. “What do you want!” she growled trying to get to the point of this.  He had been delaying it either for his own pleasure of just to drive her crazy with his little games. Unlike the many other times she had not studied him. The most she knew about this demon of darkness was that he was powerful, dangerous and manipulative. And those three combinations were deadly in the hands of his. She new there must had to be more to the fact of why she was alive. DC held in his position the ability to kill her she was at his mercy in a way yet he was starching her. Not that she did not enjoy it but it did not see the best choice of options given sh knew herself much better than he did…..well he probably knew her better than she knew herself but then why would she get technical in a time such as this?

"Now I didn’t bring you down here for a kinky session, well only if Risque was around but I haven’t been able to find her” she had heard that name Risque, the strange and deadly clone of her team….or possibly former team mate Risky. Soon Darkness incarnate spoke once more “...back to the point. I saw how you fought, how vicious you were with...my men. How no matter how outnumbered even here in the castle you still fought.” “That’s what happens when a clone gains individuality, claws and a father that’s tough, travels to different realities and eventually meets a Lycan king and some how becomes his daughter after a brutal and less that pleasurable full moon night.” She thought to herself “And I thought Id offer you a chance and a seat in my Vine Villians. So what do you say my little vixen, a place amongst the powerful an mighty or stay a mongrel with your Wolf Pack?"

Anger arose again. She could taste the bile in her mouth. What lowly form of being would possibly think she would betray the people she cared about the most in the whole world? First Shadow boy and now Darkchild? What was earth 616 coming to all of a sudden with people empty accusations on her. But there was one thing that she benefited from all of this: At least she knew all her options. Betrayal was not something alien to her though some of the people who knew her well might have thought her always to be loyal. But if she had always been loyal she would have still been at the Facility. No the reason for her sudden change in personality when coming to this world was n hopes that it would be different and now it seemed awfully similar.

"Come closer...I cant talk all that loud." She sneered with a smile never the less he took the bit and approached her. In a sudden and swift act she spat the blood that was on her mouth the moment he was close enough then snarled  “Fuck you, Im a Wolf for life you repulsive pig, and any who say other wise would be sadly mistaken.” The thing was Talon did not really swear so for her to be using that repulsive language was beyond her. She would say the simple lines using “What the hell” and even “Fuck” but never continuously. But she had er ways and in this angered state of being she would say a lot of things to insulted the Darkness harnesser. But she had to restrain herself. Even in this situation she needed to remember who she truly was and that she needed to keep her head and her cool if she had any luck of escaping Lord Darkchild’s quarters…”At least he’s not raping me” she thought to herself recalling another incident that was…interesting.

With that he quickly stood up with that same sly smile that drove her recklessly insane because he was enjoying this and taking pleasure from her presence a lot more than she was for being chained up…but at least her had the courtesy to kiss her that still gave her the slight creeps. If she got out of this she would hope that Lady Nightmare would wipe her memories of it. Though she could still taste his saliva in her mouth. "So be it, although I much prefer this method of interrogation. You turned this direction, don’t worry...the illusions wont hurt too much.” She stared at him and as he snapped his fingers she soon noticed faces emerging from the walls. In grotesque forms and appearances’.

"You will feel all their pain, all the misery you caused them. And the lives you stole, all for eternity until you give me the answer you need....or a part of you does." She eyes him suspiciously as he exited the room. “Part of me?” on despite the curious tone in her voice she knew what he was hinting at all to well. Taking in a deep breath she turned her attention to the faces on the walls as she looked at them she could remember every thing. That was the thing with Talons head every thing would get stored away. Every little part of knowledge all locked up in her head. She could recall why she had killed them, how she had killed then, the preparation and precaution she had to make before killing them, and finally the actually choice to kill them.

Yes the life of a teenage assassin was a simple one. Your looks hid you well. Never would any one have ever thought this child had mass murdered hundreds. Committed genocide on entire families just because it was her mission. That seemed to be her excuse “It was my mission” she used it all the time and still did. As she was forced to look into the eyes of these illations she could not help but feel great regret and remorse for it all. If she knew that killing all these people would turn her into this she never would have done it.

“You have become a monster because of every soul that you killed every child you murdered every husband with a family that you slaughtered and every pregnant with you stabbed to death. You’re a monster but no one has seen you have they? You’ve kept the monster hidden deep, deep down where no one can find if and better yet where it can’t break free.” As Talon heard her own voice resonating in her mind shock over came her like a tidal wave. She could not move she was to scared to do any thing. “But what happens when the monster escapes, when all along you actually realize that you’ve made the beast stronger than ever before?” Talon pushed herself against the wall and shut her eyes desperately trying to block out the voice inside her head. “I said I’d be back, I said I’d kill them but you didn’t listen and now look where you are when you could have just killed them all, those pitiful humanoid beings, those low life piece of scum they are beneath us….beneath you.”

Her voice was alluring it always was like a seducer and tempter oh she was the devil and devilishly sly. She could manipulate with a thought wrap you around her finger and constantly use you to her pleasure. She was a beast chained for eternity that had chosen her to be it’s host it’s slave. And Talon accepted it bore her like she could but never enjoyed it. Those days when she’d awaken in a families house with the entire family slaughtered before her and her hands stained with their blood. Even though Talon would have no recollection of the event X23 did she always did. Though the entity’s real name was unknown to her she had already named it a part of herself because it would never leave.

X23 was the corruption with in her. It was Talon very own personal demon and boy did she get personal. She had access to every thing in her mind. She could manipulate Talon with a single thought she but it would not take much to bring her down mentally that is and that was the problem. Her mid could have been sharper than a two edged sword if she had not gone through much. The first thing that the Facility did to her was break her down…..mentally not physically.

As she was forced to looked at the faces of those she had killed it began to push her. Despite the pain she began to desperately pull herself from the wall trying to break free. Even though when she did many vaults surged through her body it didn’t matter she needed to break free she needed to get out and she needed to take control back once more. “Interesting how the feeble fight for dominance is not sister? The blind leading the blind?” “Be quiet” Talon growled she could hear X23 chuckle slightly before she began to speak once more. The worlds just sliding off her tongue like water.

After desperate attempts she fell  face on the floor. Blood dripped from her fore head as she stared absently into the rest of the room forced to remain conscious. But one face that protruded that she did not want to see. The face of her late brother. Though his death was not her fault she felt like it was and at that point she realized something: she needed to die! As the torture continued X23 did not hinder at the slightest. “You killed them you killed them all they are all dead because of you and you felt nothing…..because you have nothing to feel, they all die but some don’t always come back. You killed him, Hunter died protecting you and you killed him.”

“Get out! It’s not my fault!” she pleaded banging her hand on the floor. “It was not my fault!” she shouted. At first there was no reply….”Yes it was, they’ll all die watch and you’ll see them die! You a monster an abomination and a danger to every one…” Talon lay motionless on the floor a moment her eyes closed as a tear slid down her cheek. A black shadowy type figure slid along the walls of the room. As she opened her eyes she saw it and followed it till she could see the silhouette of someone. “Kill me” she whispered in agony as the tears slid down. “Oh no my dear sister we have plans for you..” With that the X-23 in her shadow form slowly slid over Talon covering her. Darkness seemed into the girls eyes and she struggled and shouted. As the moment of her overcoming came she could only think of the horrors and pain she would cause in this state of being….

“Ugh..” she sighed rolling on her back she found herself looking up at a ceiling. Talon sat up and rubbed her head slightly as she looked around. “Interesting location…didn’t picture it this way though” she whispered getting up but as she did a surge spiked through her. Clenching her teeth she looked at her constrains and then smiled.  “The feeble things of morals” she scoffed as she got fully to her feet pulling on her chains slightly. After looking at then black flames egnighted from her hands as the flames moved down the chain burning through it like paper. Once that was done she examined her attire and sighed placing her finger on her forehead. “My, my what have they done to you child” she said as she black mist surrounded her for a moment and soon disappeared. To revile herself fully dressed in her usual attire when ever she had her way at least.

Her crave for blood was overpowering. Because she was Talon she knew exactly what was going on giving her an advantage. Fully dressed and  as sensible as she was going to get she flung her hand causing the door of DC’s chamber to burst open as she walked through. Flinging her hair aside she eyed the man sitting besides the door with her marble black orbs. Placing a sly smirk she commented “You called me?”

The battle had been mobilized and the spider had been taking down as many soldiers as possible, his suit was torn from blade ruptures and spears from the several close calls he have been through in the whole battle. Adam as he dodge for his life and kept an weather eye he notice as allies were taken away by VV forces. “Great.. A losing battle is all we are fighting..” said in regret the spider as his comrades were apparently falling, something had to be done by someone before it was too late, and that was when the call came in. "Spider, get inside the Phoenix and get it airborne with the wounded and medics inside, use the guns in the ship and take out the VV castle but stay behind our formation down here, if we need to fall back come down low and get us the hell outta here.”  receiving the message the wondering spider grabbed once again a spear and spun around trying to make room for him to move then taking a few steps the Spider once more stabbed the head of the spear into the the ground and is launched into the heavens on course to the Phoenix and landing on its surface. “I’m on it K.” said the spider punning as he was on top of the Phoenix.

Sliding down the side the spider then entered the phoenix and reached the phoenix cockpit, he sat on the pilot chair and fastened his seat belt and put on the headphones while igniting the phoenix. Worried about those unready on the back the spider grabs the microphone to warn them: “Eeeerrr this is your captain speaking, The wondering Spider. Eeeerrr, I should warn you all that I do not have a pilot license and I learn how to fly playing Time pilot at home, is a classic from konami, so brace yourselves is going to be a bumpy ride, MWAHAHAHAAHHAAA!.. Just kidding, I always wanted to say that, I know you have no choice whatsoever, but still, thanks for choosing spider airlines, sit back and enjoy the ride as we take down these b@stards.” the phoenix reach its peak and the doors lock sealed as the Phoenix lift flight. Adam’s order was to take out VV castle and that was exactly what have had in mind to do, those were his orders, and the best chance they had.

Coming at sight was the large castle protected by Ninjans and their large weapons, it was evident that the phoenix’s presence had apparently been detected for a large group of Ninjans rise into the skies on their way to attack the jet not to mention the cannon fire coming from the castle “Oh, crap” gasped the spider as he maneuvered the large jet avoiding any damage. “Sorry girls but I have to do this!” Adam reach into the control panel and activates the jet’s primary weapon the proton cannons, under the jet two large cannons emerge as they automatically browse for a target [ Primary weapons activated] said a robotic voice on the background as Adam then marks the target on the screen. [Target confirmed] once again confirmed the voice on the background as Adam makes the choice shouting “FIRE!” [Firing primary weapon] the cannons target the large VV castle and the Ninjans watching the large cannons as the sonic energy alone knocks them of the air as the two large inbound proton blast headed straight to the castle of the Vine villains. “Suck on that!” said Adam before pulling  up as he got ready for a second [Primary weapon charging]

“Well I guess I’ll have to use American power!”

 Adam turned the phoenix around for a second raid and activated the missile battery carrying eight AIM-120AMRAAM as he once again gaze upon his target shouting “VI Phoenix, FOX #3s!” before he squeezed the trigger shooting out three missiles inbound toward the VV castle. “That should do it.” said Adam while gazing at the radar right before shifting course as he reports to Veritas: “The deed is done- Oh' Mighty leader. Just say the word and I’ll be glad to get our asses from this hell hole… Is hard to keep up with CNN while in an intergalactic battle. Spidey, watching from the skies- Out.”