Thunderstone Through Fire and Brimstone

This is a remake of the Thunderstone RPG hopefully Ive fixed any and all questions and facts History: In the begining Angels were the first being created. However due to their perfection layed a great imperfection Angels were incapable of feeling or expressing emotion truly. Bcause of this the lord deemed them unworthy to express free will. Jehova then created the first humans Adam and Eve after which it was cammanded that Angels bow down to humans. This when great strife occured many believed humans were lesser beings and refused to obey the order from god. Eventually the strife lead to war many Angels were killed during the war on both sides until eventually the war ended with Lucifers defeat. The remaining fallen were captured and exorcised of their inner evils aka the first sin and forced to become human the very thing they despised until the end of days....... 
Three years ago.... Trent is just an everyday ordinary guy until his 23rd birthday. On that birthday, Trent dies. Unable to bare or accept his death his soul lingers in a place between life and death. There he is confronted by the “stranger.” The stranger offers a proposal he can’t refuse; his life returned to him for the sole purpose of revenge on the one who murdered him. Who could refuse a deal like that? But Trent learns the hard way the true cost of life, as well as the pain that life brings. Can Trent bring himself to become the very thing that ended his life in the first place?

Who is the stranger? What caused Trent to be betrayed by his best friend? And what is the cost of living? These are all things that Trent has forty one days to figure out before his covenant with the stranger.

Either way were all going to Hell with Trent leading the way...
The present..... I went to hell someone with a great deal of influence down below thought Id be more useful upstairs now im tracking down one of the strongest demons out there Belial. In this insane unworld battle that people only read about in comics and movies and Trent needs help the demons are stronger now more then ever and im running out of resources. Its become a cold war between heaven hell and everything in between and Trent has nowhere to turn I could use the help of heroes far and about like i said earlier armegedon is coming and I may hold the key to preventing it...

At this point you could call this battle the sons of light vs the sons of darkness. For a long time now the supernatural world has coexisted between what ordinary people see as reality. And now its gotten out of control when people think of demons they think head spinning projectile vomitting crap, no im talking about full fledged demons the kind that can  walk into a church and go picaso on the church goers. Its not just demons the underworld is changing and I need help.  Belial is planning something, something big. Ive spent the last 2 years out of hell searching for him and everywhere I go is a dead end so far hes left me two of his calling cards the first card was an ace with the words "no future"  written in red ink on the top side  the second was a joker with "the fool" written on it. Hes leaving behind clues thats his mind game but what is he planning thats why i need heroes like you to help. "

Manhattan
15:00 hours

Talon walked down the busy streets of Manhattan the sun was shining and her hair appeared as silk flung around her back. She was dressed in a sea blue tank top with a pair of Jean short. Her hair was tied up in a pony tale and she had a black necklace with a blue gem in the center of it. Her ears were pierced with the same gem earrings and she wore some eye shadow with. Her lips were the color red of a rose and a red ring was on her finger. Yes this was one of the very seldom days that Talon would just relax or more formal Laura. That was Talon true name but every one called her Talon. Today Laura just wanted to be an average sixteen year old. She had recently gone through the traumatizing death of her brother XL aka Michel. She was trying to forget about it make herself forget about it but the thought still loomed in her head and guile always came with it. “It’s  your Fault you killed him if you were there he would still be here with us but because of you he is dead and the only person you have to blame is yourself” a voice in her head said. She had been haunted by nightmares of his dead watching him get in the way of the blast and save her life but it cost his. Laura had been doing much better than before after his death she attempted suicide but was saved by her good friend Simon Williams. He and her were tight, though her was much older than her they shared at sibling bond that XL and herself had felt. “Have you forgotten how you killed him you don’t deserve to live” there is was that voice again.

No matter what she tried it was always there in her head and it had always been there. It was there when she discovered that her birth parents did not care for her. It was there when the man that she loved left her. She had always had this thing in her head telling her that she’s worthless that she is meaningless and that life had no meaning and it even told her to just end it all. And after a while she began to be believe this little voice and listen to it. But there were days that she would not and this day was going to be it. Her long black hair blew in the wind as she walked down her street. Talon had gotten herself her own apartment. She had a normal job as a waitress it was not the best but it paid the bills. Talon was on the 25th floor. She liked being alone and most of the time she would seclude herself. Climbing up the many stars she watched as the ground below got smaller and smaller. Until finally she reached her door. Placing her hand on the door knob she turned it and opened the door. She had a one bed room apartment with a kitchen and a bath room. She never had nay one over so it was just her most of the time. She let out a sigh of relief and slouched into her couch and looked out the window. “I’ll always be alone” she said to herself. Getting up she walked over to her dresser and pulled out her wallet. On it was her ID and drivers license.  Checking the time she had three hours till her night shift began at the local night club and she needed to get rest. Putting her essential for tonight on the counter she headed to her bed room. She removed her black Jacket and laid on her bed. Slowly her eyes began to close as she drifted off to sleep. Talon slowly awoke and sat up.

Outside the moon was already up and she looked over to her clock and saw that it was 11:26 “Oh Dang” he shift would start in ten minuets. Jumping to her feet she grabbed her jacket and her stuff and ran out of her house locking it. She slid down the stairs at full speed. “Great I’m going to get fired” she said while running to her motorbike. “Oh Shi-“ she stopped her self. Talon had left her keys back in her apartment. There was no time. She forgot about her bike and darted down the empty streets. She new the short cuts around this part of town and that was good. She dashed down the alley and made her way to her job. There was pure silence and she could hear her self breath. Talon had the oddest feeling that she was being watched bus eh quickly bushed that thought back. Every thing was going fine until a shriek shattered the silence. Talon froze in fear and did not breath. The voice continued crying it sounded like the man was being mutilated. Usually Talon would leap into action but there was something about this place about this scream that actually struck fear into her. Slowly she followed the cried of pain till the instantly stopped. She slowly crept around the corner and was shocked at the sight that she saw. Moving her hand over her mouth she was looking at a death trap. She saw a man who had been nailed to a fence. Flood was all over the floor and she could tell that his throat had been slit. It appeared as some kind of ritual or something. Talon was not into the whole Satan, heaven, hell and every thing but this seriously had the mark of some sect on it. She slowly walked toward the hanging corps stepping into puddles of blood and guts. She stared at the dead body studying it. She then crouched to the floor and smelled the blood it was his all right but it was grocer. Getting back to her feet she looked behind her and then looked back to ward the corps.

“AHHHH!!” she screamed as she fell back ward. Instead of a dead hanging corps the dead thing, it was staring right at her its eye crimson red.  She fell into the blood which made it all more freighting. The body was looking at her. Its pain face looking at hers. She watched in horror as it pulled itself off the nails and stood on its feet its flesh broken and torn. Talon had never felt so scared in her life she struggled to her feet and dashed away from it. The image ran through her mind the picture of the corps literally standing up and coming to life but this was not normal and she was terrified. Looking behind her she saw nothing and after a couple of minuets she stopped. The reason she stopped was because she was exhausted and partly because she was at a dead end. Looking up at the sky the moon had disappeared and the alley was dark. She could feel a presence though she could not see any thing something was there some one was there. She turned and faced the brick wall attempting to climb up but her attempts were futile. When she turned back around and was about to exit the alley she gasped as five men dressed in black cloaks stood in front of her. “W..what do you what with me” she said while shaking. They said nothing only just looked at her.

She was petrified until she realized what she was actually doing. She was a mutant she could heal and she had claws how could she actually be afraid of these humans. She unleashed hr two hand claws and studied the five men. She could not see their faces but what she really wanted to know was their agendas. The man standing in the front pulled out from under his cote some sort of Dagger. Talon needed to make a run for it she did not have time. So swiftly pushed the men aside and just kept on running. She felt a strike of pain in her arm. Looking at it she could see what appeared to be a wound. Blood dripped from it as she placed her left hand on her arm. The seemed to be a knife wound and it hurt badly. Most of the time her healing factor would have kicked in but now it was not. She staggered o what ever was on that plaid was coercing through her body and making her weak no dought what those guys planned. She continued on until the pain was to much to withstand and she fell to the floor. She began to feel disorientated and she started to loose consciousness. Staring up at the dark sky the face of on of the men came into view before it all went black she could hear the one say “Let the ritual begin”.

Staring up at the dark sky the face of on of the men came into view before it all went black she could hear the one say “Let the ritual begin”.

"I don't think so"  Surge roared  as he came falling from the sky and crashed into the ground, as the dust settled  Surge was standing up in the middle of a crater, he was wearing a black leather jacket, blue jeans, and a pair of black and gold shoes, He was  six feet tall, had blond hair, blue eyes and leather covering his hands and chest.   "  alphion nucth whathen Io Surge lodro de Draco" Surge said as he pulled a huge bone sword from his back and held it in his right hand.  "destroy the non believer!" one of the men yelled  as they surrounded Surge he  chuckled  and said "time to kill" before Surge swung the bone sword cleaving through everyone around him, after making sure everyone was dead he ran over to Talon and scooped her upin his arms and took off to his hideout : an abandoned  power plant.  
  

A taxicab pulled over right in front of building "thatll be fourty bucks man..." taking out four tens Trent paid the man then exited from the vehicle. As he did this is stepped into a puddle ::sigh::. So this is the place huh I never thought Id end up in Manhattan again". Trent looked into his pocket pulling out a black journal, he began to scroll through the pages until he reached page 16 column 4. There he began to see name flickering  like a candle in the wind. He began to read out the name "Talon". "I hope im not to late" Pulling out a small knife Trent pricked his finger bleeding a single drop of blood, he then placed the blood over Talons name. And with that he began to experiance an intense vision she was going to die tonight. At least what the vision provided and the Eye of death never lied. However there was a window of opportunity to change the wheel of fate. But time was runnig out and Trent knew hed' have to act fast. He began to inspect the scene of the crime starting off where Talon had first entered. Using the Journals intense visions he followed the plot as if story came to reality. Trent eventually caught up to where the fight had taken place. Using his paranormal abilities Trent opened his hand aiming at the corpses. Within seconds Trent found the nature of the ritual. "No!" Trent ran knowing now why the girl would die the spell, the offering was to death itself. Trent knew the girl in the vision possessed some level of hearing bt no healing could stop it not without the proper sigils Trent had to find Talon before death came to claim its sacrafice! Trent headed down toward the abandoned power plant....

Her eyes slowly opened but she could still see nothing. The air was cold and so was she. Slowly turning on her back she looked up at the darkness which surrounded her. Turning her head she could see some small light coming from a window. Attempting to get up her body ached with pain. Slowly and after much pain the staggered to her feet. She could feel her wound on her arm stinging. For some reason it had not been healed yet. She was in a sort of power plant from the looks of things. Though she had no idea how she got to her present location. It was dark outside and she could hear the wind howling as it made its way inside. Placing both of her hands of platform she stabled herself. Looking toward her arm she slowly removed her black leather jacket throwing it on the floor. She gasped while looking for the wound had been more server than she anticipated. There was a large scar all the way down her arm. From her shoulder to her wrist. Moving her hand toward it she attempted to feel it but the moment her hand touched her skin another spike of pain went through her body. She tumbled back to her knees doing her best to remain silent. She dought that those men brought her hear. For she may not have know their exact plans she had a clue that it involved her and her death.
 
Standing further away she could see the shadow of what appeared to be wings. Looking upward she saw that she was not alone in this place. Gazing upward she could see the shadow of a creature on with wigs. No dought her savior from those men, or was he? He wound began to burn once more and placed her hand on it. Walking over to the closest window she could see through a dark figure heading to her direction. It was to far to see any thing else but she did not need to. There was a slight crack through the window and as he wind blew through it so did the figure scent. But then it hit her she could do the same to locate those men. Yah she new it would be suicide giving what they did to her the first time but she new that if she did not go after them that they would come after her. And she would not be chased like an animal even thought that kind of was what she is. So painfully she made her way to an exit. Getting out it the open always made her feel better. The moon above her and the soft breeze blowing through her hair.  She had always liked the out doors due to her animal side. Her black locks blew wildly in the wind and she moved across the soft blades of grass. From what she could tell it was passed midnight but before dawn what ever that meant. She moved her arm over to her nose and smelled in the scent to the blade that was used to wound her. The scent was vague but she had a lock on it and that was all she needed. Picking up her pace she darted across the empty grass lands and for about one solid hour she continued her run. She soon stooped due to the sight that was in front of her “I so could have see this one coming” she said to herself. It was an old abandoned church.

Talon new that from the appearance of the men and look of the dagger and the way the carried out death they were obviously some kind of religion most likely Satanists or something like that. To tell the truth Talon did not know much about religion all she new was that because of her actions and her past that she was going to hell and she was prepared for it. Slowing her pace she approached the church. Her long hair was draped over the right side of her face making it impossible to see. She always wore a bang there though no one new why. Always Talon had kept that part of her face covered as best as she could and her hair was the best means. She placed her hand on the old door and pushed it aside. The door cricked and moaned as she opened it slightly just enough to fit through. In front of her seemed to be a large monolith that sat below a stain glass window. The monolith was in the shape of an altar and had mysterious marking ones which Talon could not make out. The moons light shone though the window illuminating the church with a red ore. She chill went up her back as she could see something lying on the altar. “This was a bad Idea you should go while you have a chance” the voice whispered to her. Talon made her way down toward the monolith until the figure came into view. Lying on the altar was a man his body mutilated. His mouth had been slit along with his gut. His internal organs were showing and the stench was hideous. While looking a could see light reflecting of a metallic object that was behind her. In an instance she leaped over the altar just in time to miss another attempt to stab her. Peeping her head above the altar she saw the same five men that she had seen in the alley.

The one held the dagger in his hand they surrounded her and she had not clue what to do. “Great I got mutant, human, animal enemies and now supernatural enemies what next.” The one stretched out his hand toward her and for a strange reason she wanted to take it. He leaned closer toward her and she could see his eyes. She stared into them and could not look away. And as if she was mesmerize she took his hand. He pulled her to her feet and placed over her clothes a white dress. Her eyes had faded into a grayish color. Slowly the one took her hand and helped her on the altar. She laid there staring up at the five men. He raised the dagger above her and chanted. Before he could commence as if all her scent returned to her she realized what she was doing. Beneath her hair that was draped on the right side of her face her eye then flashed yellow. She rolled of the altar and unleashed her claws “Like a lamb to the slaughter huh, well if that’s your plan then your seriously mistaken.” “Why me” she asked they then looked over to the dead corps that was lying on a separate altar beside hers. She could make out a mark on the mans shoulder one that she had seen before.

She new that mark very well for she had bore it since birth. That was why she kept that part of her face concealed for the only reason that the mark would not show. Now it made scene to her that was why they wanted her. This mark obviously meant something. But while she was thinking these thoughts. One of the hooded figures grabbed her by the arm and thruster the blade into her shoulder. She let out a scream of pain as she fell to the floor placing her hand on the blade. She did not have the strength to pull it out. She laid on the floor crying out in pain. This was no normal dagger there was some sort of power behind it and what ever it was it was agonizing. They lifted up her body once more and placed it on the altar. She could not move the pain was to much. They made her wrists and ankles cross each other. She looked toward the window and could see the light of the moon shining in. Pain coerced through her body as instantly she felt a pain that never she could have experienced.  They had driven stakes into both of her wrist and ankles. She wanted to scram but she couldn’t. She could feel herself fading away as she watched the man once more raise his dagger over her chest. They then chanted in a language that was unknown to her. She new what would happen next. She had faced death many times and always escaped its grasp but not she was not so sure if she would this time.

Tap, Tap, Tap, Tap tap that was the sound that proceeded every move forward Trent made towards his goal. Tap, tap, tap, ::Bam!!! As Trent slammed the door open "Evening boys and girls my name is Trent, and Ill be sending your souls down to hell any questions?" With that statement two men charged at Trent with full force but Trent was ready. He side stepped left to avoid the dagger then stepped forward, when the man attempted to strike Trent down again he side stepped and grabbed the wrist his wrist and porceeded to bend it inward breaking his wrist. This only angered the other occultist all charging at him. "damn you guys are as persistant cockroaches" Trent quickly moved forward as he moved what once where taps made by his shoes were now high pitched squeeks as the bottom of his shoes made skin mark on the floor. Trent quickly dodged the first two blows however was unable to avoid the third. the fagger landed straight in the heart, but Trent was determeined to show no sign of retreat or defeat and so grabbed the dagger pulling it ouf of his heart. Then shrugged as if  having been pricked by mosquito. It was clear Trent had made progress learning to control his abilities 6 months back that strike wouldvedone hm in for at least four hours. But that past self had departed leaving only a well edged man, with incredible speed matched only by his determination to get the job done. Trent Grabbed the right arm of another member of this cult and with little difficult dislocated his lower arm from is socket. The man screamed in an attempt to pleed for mercy from Trent. But Trent knew no mercy something he picked up while staying in hell for a year. "Mercy?" With those words Trent used his left hand and slammed it full force into the the occultist rib cage. As he did this he could feel the mans ribs caving in on themselves. Horrorfied seeing their fellow comrade taken down so easily and mercilessly, the remaining four were paralyzed by the sheer prescence of Trent's Brutality, it was made clear from the start Trent wasnt here to play games he was here to save the girl. Trent tossed the fallen occultist to the side. He then launched at the main member of the hellion group pushing him against the wall by his clothing. I want talk no matter what you do to me said the the occultist "Oh really now?" And with that Trent closed his eyes focusing all his rage into veins, until eventually what started off as mental change came to the surface Trent opened his eyes this time pitch black with no emotion but the love of havock and pain. The situation grew dimmer and dimmer for the leader. "So you wont talk eh...." Trent said in a more mnsterous voice "Fine Ill snap you kneck like a twigg" Trent pulled out his other hand which up until now he had kept reserved should he need use of it. "Wait!!!" "Thought so..." "We wanted to control Death itself but the ritual required a  worthy sacrafice to do so." "How do I reverse the spell?!" "I.... III.. I Dnt Know!" Then your no use to me Trent then pulled out his hand again the man screamed awaiting death. But instead Trent Simply punched the leader in the nose knocking him out. "Like Id allow the Sinner to get what he wants" Trent suddenly remembered the window of oppurtunitygiven to prevent the girls death quickly he pulled out his pcket knife and pricked her finger then using the blood he drew a sigil over heart. "Few that was close" Trent though, as the remaining occultist they were to horror bound to move much less attack either one Trent carried Talon in his hands thinking of a secure location to let her rest and a place to think of how to stop death itself. Trent closed his eyes again revealing his human self.

DREAMLAND

Slight walked down the steppes into the foggy couryard. It was rounded with old brass gates. A truly gloomy sight. There were statues of angels, with thier wings spread out to the fullest extents. The majesty of them was reflected on a humble statue of a man. It was made in the shape of a bowed down man. He was kneeling, and praying, but not to the angel, he was looking up towards the sky. Then out of nowhere, another statue apeared. It was also of a man, but he was most proud. He held a mirror of looking at himself. Narsasistic. The fog began to dissiapate and the cracked gray marble tile was revealed. In the distance beyond the gate, on the green grassy rolling hill, stood a man. The tombstones were casting shadows of shapes unknown, and the sun and the moon were up at the same time. A perfect meld of light and dark. A full moon, perfect in shape, and the sun giving it's light to the ground and all that stood. Then everything went dark, and the many tombstones began to crack. Bloodied hands reached out of the dirt, clawing thier way to the surface. Then as the bodies rose, the ground broke in two. Fire spurted out, but it did not burn, but rather engulf everything. Then it stopped. Where the bodeis stood were statues of angels, and men standing together. The franticness of the situation, was too much. A brilliant light shone from where the moon and the sun were.

In Reality.

The sun shone through the windows in Slights room. His roomate was already up and singing in the shower. Walking into the bathroom, he pulled out his toothbrush and squirted toothpaste on it. Slight began to put it in his mouth, and brushed. Then he stopped, as visions of his twisted dream came to him in reality. Or so he thought. He blacked out for one second, and came to. "What the hell" Looking out from behind the shower curtian, Maria, said "What's going on, Oh, I didn't realize you had goten up. Good Morning to ya." Slight looked at her and smiled. Her face brought a magnitude of solace to him. "Good morning to you too." She was like a cross in hell.

Slight was always amazed at how dreams could always could affect reality. How people would take them as signs and other relics for making decisions. Not that he didn't believe that dreams were a sort of precognitive extension, but most dreams were meaningless. He left clairvoyance to the Ms.Cleo's of the world. After he got dressed, and ready, Slight headed to school. He got on the bus, and went to the campus where he had his first Virginia History class. When he walked up to the stepps, there was yellow cross tape blocking the entrace.

A policman stepped towards him, and then said "Sorry kid, your teacher has been murdered." His favorite teacher, Professor Dennis. Was this a sign. Slight began to regress to his dream. Everything was fresh in his mind, and before he forgot, he wrote everything down, and kept it in his pocket. Maybe this was a sign.

as Trent fought and defeated every occultist, Surge watched from the rafters hoping that Talon would be okay after Trent picked up talon and wondered where to take her " take her to the abandoned power plant it's about twelve miles to the  north they won't look for her there" Surge said as he stayed in the shadows causing his voice to echo off the walls

"How do I know your not one of them answer me!"  "fine if your a demon Ill depart you back to tell" Trent began to chant in ancient latin the same latin taught to him by Jericho's Diary.

Regna terrae, cantate Deo,
psallite Domino
qui fertis super caelum
caeli ad Orientem
Ecce dabit voci Suae
vocem virtutis,
tribuite virtutem Deo.

Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus
omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio
infernalis adversarii, omnis legio,
omnis congregatio et secta diabolica.

Ergo draco maledicte
et omnis legio diabolica adjuramus te.
cessa decipere humanas creaturas,
eisque aeternae Perditionis venenum propinare.

Vade, Satana, inventor et magister
omnis fallaciae, hostis humanae salutis.
Humiliare sub potenti manu dei,
contremisce et effuge, invocato a
nobis sancto et terribili nomine,
quem inferi tremunt.

Ab insidiis diaboli, libera nos, Domine.
Ut Ecclesiam tuam secura tibi facias
libertate servire, te rogamus, audi nos.
Ut inimicos sanctae Ecclesiae humiliare digneris,
te rogamus, audi nos.

Ut inimicos sanctae Ecclesiae
te rogamus, audi nos.

Terribilis Deus de sanctuario suo.
Deus Israhel ipse truderit virtutem
et fortitudinem plebi Suae.
Benedictus Deus. Gloria Patri

"nither cantrou  zaberw cazhete" Surge roared as he leapt down from his hiding spot and landed right in front of Trent "Why does everyone always think I'm a demon, is it because I'm part dragon or just bad karma?"   surge said with a chuckle "these losers are weak compared to me" Chaos said in surge's head

"shut it chaos I don't need your two sense now" surge roared at  the shadows

"okay, okay I'll shut up" chaos said 
  

"It wasnt the Dragon exactly it was the chaotic nature of your aura that led me to believe your a demon" "Either way what do you want with the girl" "And are you with those finatic I just took care of speak now beast who are you exactly and why are you here?" Trent awaited for an answer all the while not letting his guard down for an instance if this got bloody Trent was ready to test the limit of his demonic abilities. Each muscle in Trent's body awaited for their masters cammand to release Trents strength. "Again I ask who are you?"

Slight walked all the way home. With so many different scenarios drifting though his mind, he began to tear up. Professor Dennis, was like a father to him. Even before he’d entered college, they had a relationship. Slight’s mother was a history teacher, and somehow they just met each other. The relationship was never intimate, as far as Slight knew, but they remained great friends till this day. And then it dawned on him. His mother would be distraught.

When he reached his home, he immediately picked up the phone and dialed him mothers phone. “Hey, mom, I’ve got some really, really terrible new. Dennis was murdered last night… I don’t know, I don’t know why, he just was. They burned him alive… Yeah, schools canceled for the duration of the semester. I know, I can’t believe it either… Of course I’m alright, it’s not like the person who did this to him was after me… I know your just worried, I’ll be fine. I’ll pray for him to mom, that his soul be rescued.”

That wasn’t so tough. Slight noticed that his friend was gone. Then it came to him that she had to work so, he just sat there, in solitude thinking. Somehow his dream kept popping up like a jack in the box. Finally he gave in to it. Pulling the piece of paper from his pocket, he analyzed it. “What does it mean?” he asked aloud, to no on. The sun and the moon both in the sky, shining equally a bright. The statues, or humble and pride. Everything was a jumbled mess, and sorting it out wasn’t becoming easier.

Trying to preoccupy himself, he turned the television on. “Ohhh, lord, may we live in your light, and bask in your holiness. I..I can see lord, take us to the promised land, forgive us our trespasses, and sins, for we are just humans. Let us become the angels were meant to be lord. In Christ name we pray. Amen.”

The words resonated with Slight. Everything seemed to be a sign. First his apocalyptic dream, now when he turns on the tv, a Baptist minister is preaching. Getting up and going to the kitchen Slight smells something. A pot was on the stove. It was on very low, but it was still a hazard. He turned it off, and read the note beside it. “Do not turn me off, won’t be ready till 3” She had always had careless tendencies.

Leaving the post, without looking inside he went back to his room, which was a mess. In light of the recent happening, he decided to clean up. “Lets get some music on” he said reaching to turn to knob on the radio. Since he’d last listened to it, it was on the same station. Turning it on, one of Slight’s favorite songs came on. But then, it faded into static, and another song came on. “Demons commin’ up from down, Gaining in power to bestow the crown.” Quickly he turned it off. Another sign, this was the single most freaky days of his life.

‘What are you talking about, he can’t be dead he held an all

night just last night, when we left it was 2:30” The police

officer was really irked. “Well then, sometime between then

and 6 this morning, he was murdered.” “How was he shot,

stabbed, what? Tell me!”

“Calm down” the officer said. “Don’t tell me to be calm,

Professor Dennis is a good friend, and I want to know how he

was murdered.” As if he wasn’t even paying attention, the

officer looked over his report sheet, and walked away. Slight

ducked under the yellow tape, and walked over to the man.

“Look, all I am asking is that you tell me how he died.”
“Look alright, but don’t go yapping off at the mouth to

everyone, about this.” Slight nodded. “He was burned to death”

Just a soon as death left his lips, the officer went away.

Stunned, Slight stood there stunned. No knowing what to do, or

what to say about the ordeal. So many questions came to him.

Who did it, when, where.

In due time, all these questions would be answers, but that

would be much later, in the coming months. Looking back to the

officer, Slight began to step, but the officer shook his head,

like “Don’t take another step, or I will shoot you.” Not

risking his life, Slight crouched back under the yellow tape.

Finding out a little later that all the classes had been

canceled for the next month and a half, until the inquiry was

complete, and they had a person to try. All that gave him some

comfort, knowing that the police were doing all they could.

Slight walked all the way home. With so many different

scenarios drifting though his mind, he began to tear up.

Professor Dennis, was like a father to him. Even before he’d

entered college, they had a relationship. Slight’s mother was

a history teacher, and somehow they just met each other. The

relationship was never intimate, as far as Slight knew, but

they remained great friends till this day. And then it dawned

on him. His mother would be distraught.

When he reached his home, he immediately picked up the phone

and dialed him mothers phone. “Hey, mom, I’ve got some really,

really terrible new. Dennis was murdered last night… I don’t

know, I don’t know why, he just was. They burned him alive…

Yeah, schools canceled for the duration of the semester. I

know, I can’t believe it either… Of course I’m alright, it’s

not like the person who did this to him was after me… I know

your just worried, I’ll be fine. I’ll pray for him to mom,

that his soul be rescued.”

That wasn’t so tough. Slight noticed that his friend was gone.

Then it came to him that she had to work so, he just sat

there, in solitude thinking. Somehow his dream kept popping up

like a jack in the box. Finally he gave in to it. Pulling the

piece of paper from his pocket, he analyzed it. “What does it

mean?” he asked aloud, to no on. The sun and the moon both in

the sky, shining equally a bright. The statues, or humble and

pride. Everything was a jumbled mess, and sorting it out

wasn’t becoming easier.

Trying to preoccupy himself, he turned the television on.

“Ohhh, lord, may we live in your light, and bask in your

holiness. I..I can see lord, take us to the promised land,

forgive us our trespasses, and sins, for we are just humans.

Let us become the angels were meant to be lord. In Christ name

we pray. Amen.”

The words resonated with Slight. Everything seemed to be a

sign. First his apocalyptic dream, now when he turns on the

tv, a Baptist minister is preaching. Getting up and going to

the kitchen Slight smells something. A pot was on the stove.

It was on very low, but it was still a hazard. He turned it

off, and read the note beside it. “Do not turn me off, won’t

be ready till 3” She had always had careless tendencies.

Leaving the post, without looking inside he went back to his

room, which was a mess. In light of the recent happening, he

decided to clean up. “Lets get some music on” he said reaching

to turn to knob on the radio. Since he’d last listened to it,

it was on the same station. Turning it on, one of Slight’s

favorite songs came on. But then, it faded into static, and

another song came on. “Demons commin’ up from down, Gaining in

power to bestow the crown.” Quickly he turned it off. Another

sign, this was the single most freaky days of his life.

"My name is Io Surge,I saved her when she was attacked by them, the first time" Surge said as he nodded to the knocked out cult members they were going to kill her so I interfered and saved her then I took her to my home the abandoned power plant I spoke of,you said that you saw the chaotic nature of my aura just so you know it's not all mine"

"too true, brother" chaos said as he walked out of the shadows.

"Chaos!  how did your get out of me, I imprisoned you so you couldn't kill innocent people!" surge roared at Chaos.

"calm down, I just want to make sure that Trent doesn't even think of attacking you" chaos said with a chuckle.

        "Chaos Iphe nothai combata" surge chanted causing Chaos to fuse back with him "now he's no longer a problem, by the way you say I'm a demon? I can know all about you, you were killed then brought back to life with demonic powers by satan himself " Surge said as he walked over to talon and knealt beside her "you can't die yet, you need to get up" Surge whispered in her ear.  

Her body burned her hands trembled as she saw the sight standing before her. She did not know if she was alive or dead. Set be for her was a large fire that consumed all. She watched as the flames consumed all that she cared for. She shut her eyes but could still see. Shaking her head she cried “No, this won’t be”. She could feel the pain of the marks of the dagger. There were dark marks where they were. Looking at her wrists she saw that the marks were black and moving to the rest of her body.
 
She clenched her hands tightly and screamed “Please give me a chance don’t do this to me!” Tears fell down her cheek as she wiped them her hands turned into a blue fire. She stared at them breathless. “Please give me a chance to save him” she said calmer. The wound in her shoulder pained immensely and she moved her hand to it. It was still bleeding and she could see it happening all over again. His death was so sudden she did not even know what happened.
 
He saved her and she killed him. XL took the blast and the pain and embraced death. He died like a man not wanting to live he was ready to go but how could he, he was only 18. She spread out her hands toward the fire “This will not be their fate it shall be mine” and with that she consumed the fire. It flowed into her hands. Her eye appeared as a lit her hair was a blaze, “This shall be my fate not theirs”. Talon swiftly sat up and clinger to the closest thing to her which was Surge. She clung to his arm tight not letting go tears streaming down her eyes. When she realized what she was doing she pushed herself away and looked at the two men that had saved her. Looking at her hand she could see the marks of the blade and still could feel the pain that they brought. She could feel her body starting to heal itself but it was taking a much longer amount of time. “Ok who the hell are you and what in the world is going on and why am I involved”.

Con sat in one of the five thousand seats of a Manhattan Opera hall, on the stage stood, sat and danced about twenty women, all revolving around one man, that was something Con could relate to. Con laughed and people closest to him looked around and stared, all except the man next to him. Con was not all that interested in what was happening on stage, he never really liked the stories to these modern opera's. He much preferred the ones he watched in Rome a thousand years ago. He only stayed for the music, it got his brain cells stimulated, once again, not as well as the older ones but....still. Con had his head in his hands and resting his arms on the back of the seat in front, he was awaiting for what he'd been told and during his wait he reconciled bad deeds in his head, he was trying to push out the emphasis of death around him, which was funny cause that was whom he sat next to, but it wasn't his grandson that was the problem.

He looked up and stared around him, there was a faint blue aura that sat around certain people, there skin was a more glowing pale than the others around Con, these were people who were going to die, and that was why Con was here, to save people, that was his prime concern.... at the moment. He rubbed his eyes and looked at the women next to him, she was one of them. But death was no surprise to con he was used to the Reapers, seeming his grandson was one of them.

then a cold hand reached his shoulder and he heard death whisper "you can not stop this, try what you will gramps... It's about to begin"

"Short version or long?" as Trent inhaled air after making sure to cover his tracks  well. ::sigh:: "Death, you were being stalked by death itself thanks to that cult that had you earlier on. And youd be dead right now hadnt I placed that sigil made from your blood over your heart." "That sigil keeps death from seeing you, I advice you not shower at least until I can find a way to stop it." Trent moved to the sde thinking for every minute this girl lives I risk loosing another to the Reapers." It was thaat plain and simple save the girl lose another. Trent started reading through the diary of Jericho hoping to look for a way to swindle death. "Death why death?""Out of all the monsters out there the Reapers were by far the most annoying and ominous." As for the diary no matter how many times Trent went over the pages of the diary nothing came up. This could mean only two things either she dies or option B. Which to Trent was equal to going back to hell. "Ok then option B". "Surge you take care of Talon here use this money to rent out a room for her, if you really are part dragon shift your shape." "As for me Ill be back in a little make sure that sigil stays on her otherwise she bites the nail." Trent headed out knowing in his gut that would he would do next would go against all his moral judgement. Soon Trent would dance with the devil. "Lets get started" said Trent in a depressed state.

"Look what we have here!  (Puffing on a Cigar).  We have a dragon over here to talks to himself, we have a character over here who looks like keeanu reeves, and we have a woman on the ground freaking out like she is in la la land."
Trent overhearing this closed his eyes for a moment opening them again as he turned first his head then following his entire body. "Walk away now!" "Or I lay waste to you." "Ill only repeat myself once, walk away no or else." And with those words Trent began to focus on his demonic blood, slowly turning his veins black, starting at his heart leading all the way up too his eyes. Trent blinked and with that away went his humanity and in came the demon within. His eyes now blacker then midnight were no longer his own but rather impu;se itself. As Trent took in a deep breath his muscles began to expand, surely the work of the black blood flowing in him. "You dont want this kid, believe me and with that Trent flicker his fingers sending the gun six feet over. "He may be a dragon but hes shown the needed respect towards me." And with that Trent pulsed his energy through the area. Making the outdoor area more dense as if a weight had been added to everyones shoulder. making it harder and harder to breath by the second for everyone else in the location. It was clear the ops had insulted the people that had offered him help. And Trent was not one to not show hospitatlity. Slowly more and more the area grew with Trents energy the lights began to flicker then explode. Trent was mad and it showed. And if he wasnt careful hed kill the man on sight for angering him. He pulled out his hands slowly expanding his palm, all the while an it felt like an invisible hand began to strangle the man. Trent remembering his control made sure not to overdue it but to leave an impression of fear in him. "Talk, who are you really?"

the spikes on Surge's back became twice as long as a greyhound bus, the muscles all over Surge's body quadrupled, the tip of surge's tail split in half and became a scythe blade. "he's called horrorfan, he just a super powered  human nothing more or less" Surge said with a chuckle "Give us one reason not to kill you, and it have better be good" he said as his eyes fell on talon "let him go Trent, the best way to earn his respect is to treat him as an ally, not as an enemy" Surge said as he shook his head and walked away from them. 

"let him go Trent, the best way to earn his respect is to treat him as an ally, not as an enemy" 
With those words Trent's eyes returned to normal, as he began to bleed from his nose black blood due to the strain on his body.::cough:: Trent began to cough harder and harder each time coughing more black blood. Truly using that power was like weilding a pistol at the age of a child. And the ill effects were obvious. "Fine but I owe you no more favors Surge, Ill take my leave and to the both of you." "Make sure the girl lives for all our sakes." "Horror for your sake Id advise you not kill her or remove the sigil over her heart, or you could launch the apocalyspe." With that Trent left seeking help from.his underwolrd allies. Slowly he treaded down the streets of New York looking for one of "them"." As Trent descended down the alley ways he looked on in pity towards the many homeless that called this city of sin their own. "Please sir spare some change" said one of the homeless, Trent reached into his pocket pulling out a Twenty feeling pity for the man. He then proceeded to ask the homeless man a question."Sir I know it can be tough down here but have you smelled sulfur down any of those roads or around any of these people?" The man replied "We have no home to call our own no baths to bathe us so what you ask is difficult to truly say but yes I have smelt sulfur mostly around Jimmy the Breaker." "He lives 3 aley ways down, but hes such an old man why do you want to see him?" "Just looking for an old acquaintance nothing more." Trent started looking for this infamous "Jimmy the Breaker"." As he moved more and more nto the alley way system the smell increased with each step he took. Until eventually he smelled it the sulfur! He quickly began to follow the smell hoping to find its source. Trent treaded as fast as he could fearing the smell would be lost to the breeze. Until eventually he found its source.  Anold man scrounging through the garbage looking for food. Trent sighed. "Hello there young one is there anything I can help you with?" "Yeah  Omnae Spiritus Malignus examploras watcher." And with that the old mans eyes turned pitch balck. "Awww what gave me away?" Said the homeless man now in a different pitch. "Your lovlely stench." Said Trent as sarcasticly as he possibly could. "So what do you want?" "You know very well what I want." "Oh right you wanna save the girl." "You know as well as I that if she dies your boss will nail you to a cross all the while gutting you like a fish." "And thats not a comparison". The oldman shrugged his shoulders knowing that if the girl died his superior really would do so and much more. "Fine what do you want me to do about fixing this?" "Anthing Im well aware that your superior has got more then enough juic to send a reaper into the twilight zone. "Fine" The old man sudenly closed his eyes as listening to a unspoken voice in his head "Its done." "How do I know your not lying?" "Simple go check on her, If ied in anyway you could always summon me using some of solomon magic tricks." "Fine I will, also if you are lying to me I wont send you back to hell." "Oh how thoughtful." "Who said anything about being thaughtful?" Trent swiftly took out a needle and injected the man with holy water in his left cheek. "Like Christ says turn the left cheek." The man began going into convulsions knowing he was far to weak to let go of this body but in great danger should he stay. "When you go back to hell Ill carve you into the F&cking great pumpkin." "Yeah Id like to see you pull off that trick until then wait here you pussing open sore." Trent then kicked the man in the face and headed back to Talons area so long as he had the journal he could divination her location.

Slowly but surely the frustrated Reaper now blinded even further due to Thunderstone's work began to hover about all of New York. "Where is she" said the REaper It had had enough of these games. The creature which now took on the apearence of a young boy frustrated at complex his job just became. Liike a spoiled child it took its frustration out on people not yet meant to die. Still no matter how many 5, 6, 8, 11 people it killed it couldnt find satisfaction clearly the only way to settle down his temper would be if Talon died. But in order to do that Thunderstone must release the bind. As it began treading through the back streets of New York invisible to the naked eye, the lights began to flicker. Even a blind Reaper could sense something was coming something big something even Death was not equiped to  handle The Jackal. At first it appeared as a living explsion of fire. "What do you want with me?" The Reaper said trying to bring up as much courage as it could muster in the face of death for death. Through the rough cracking and smoldering the being began to send its thoughts into the Reaper. At that moment the Reaper knew it was f%cked , with that the smoldering mass of fire shoved itself down the REapers throat. At first it seemed like this Jackal wanted nothing more then to possess the Reaper. However the truth was far more grizzly. As the Jackal finished shoving itself down the Reaper's throat suddenly the Reapers skin began to expand, and expand until eventually its looked like an oversized baloon until eventually exploding. But rather then insides of intestines a large blast of electrical energy was released causing a black out 4 blocks around. After which the Jackal disapeared leaving no trace of its where abouts clearly it had experiance in coveing its tracks. Meanwhile as Trent headed towards Talon's location he could feel a creeping feeling down his spine. It was made clear a Reaper had been killed which meant two things Talon would be spare but it also meant spirits could now cross over more easily."Sh%t" Trent thought to himself a double edged sword indeed.

We are at a city full of child molestor, thieves, rapist, murders, and drug dealers.   Horrorfan has came alone to this big city against the governments order.  The wind in this city is as cold as horrorfans blood.  He was always told he had code of honor to live by being the captain of the special ops force unit but that code was thrown out the window due to the casualties of his men who were sent out here for a special mission.     He has his gun in hand, he has explosive packed on tight, he has his trusty knife that can slice through flesh just like butter.  He was told that many victims where dead out here because of an evil that is so bad that the government will not send any more military officers out because too many of them were dying because of this evil force.  Horrorfan is going out of here against the higher ups permission.   He's so pissed off right now he is willing to find out any intel to destroy this evil but he knows he can't do it alone and he knows that he cannot defeat it.  Horrorfan is so stubborn death can't even stop him he is willing to find the @$$ of this evil and kick it.   He is cocky at times, so full of himself because he knows he has the powers to do more than any other of his fellow comrades.  He has super human strength to pick up a car throw it with ease, he has the power to heal himself in a matter of minutes when his rib break,  and he has the ability to morph into the most scariest creatures but he knows this evil is more scarier than something he will never be.   Horrorfan knows he's just human and he knows this scary creature out here can kill him in one swift kick in the head.   We hear the sound of horrorfans watch go off it's the president of the United States calling him.   What can I do for you mr president?   "Horrorfan you know you are going into a red zone and you will die!  You are our super soldier and we cannot afford to lose you.  Your DNA will help us create more like you so we can clone you and be more prepared to fight the axis of evil.  I demand you to come back here or there will be serious consequences."    " I'm sorry Mr. President but I can't do that.   This creature has killed all of my men, My family and I'm not just going to act like everything is ok.   Do what you want to do with me when this is all over with but I'm not evacuating the area.  Someone Has to have balls to stand up and defend this country and I'm the man.  I'm not your little puppet anymore I am horrorfan and I'm the Eyes that protects the night!"  Horrorfan breaks the watch pulls out a cigar and lights it.  He has his gun ready and tight.  He is ready to do what he can to weaken the evil that distrubs the night.   Horror Fan never believed in Religion but He believes their is a God but he decided he wanted to call it quits because it wasn't worth it so Horror Fan is here as the replacement.  Horror fan has a bad feeling in his gut but his adrealine is pumping so hard nothing can stop him.  Horror fan sneaks up and he sees that there are three characters, a dragon, a woman, and a human being.   Horrorfan approaches them cautiously saying to himself looks like tonight I am going to find some answers.   He sees a dragon who looks evil enough to destroy this city without even breaking a sweat.  Horrorfan knows for a fact this could be the evil that killed his men but he is going to approach it carefully without flying off the seat of his pants.   "Look what we have here!  (Puffing on a Cigar).  We have a dragon over here to talks to himself, we have a character over here who looks like keeanu reeves, and we have a woman on the ground freaking out like she is in la la land."    I want some answers........

"the spikes on Surge's back became twice as long as a greyhound bus, the muscles all over Surge's body quadrupled, the tip of surge's tail split in half and became a scythe blade. "he's called horrorfan, he just a super powered  human nothing more or less" Surge said with a chuckle "Give us one reason not to kill you, and it have better be good" he said as his eyes fell on talon "let him go Trent, the best way to earn his respect is to treat him as an ally, not as an enemy" Surge said as he shook his head and walked away from them"


Hold up their drago.  This isn't dungeons and dragons we are playing a whole new ballgame here.   I am packing a lot of lead to blow up this whole city and I am strong enough to toss you out all away to the sun to watch you burn.  I'm  here to investigate the deaths of my comrades who came into this city on a secret mission.  They are dead by something evil in this city.  If my sense of direction is right I am on to something?  now,  I want to know dragon do you know who killed my men?   I am willing to take this whole city apart intil I get some answers.   Horrorfan is hot-headed right now but his instincts are telling him that the dragon has really nothing to do with the deaths of his comrades.  Horrorfan knows that his instints has never failed him on any of his missions and he is a veteran at the game of war.   This is the first live sighting of anything he has seen in this city tonight and he doesn't want to let it escape.  He knows that if this dragon was vicious enough he would of already struck him down without asking questions but he thinks that the dragon has some compassion.     He thinks the dragon could be one of the good ones but he doesn't want to second guess himself.   You should consider yourself lucky being alive in this area.  Why are you here?

As Simon Williams approached the ground after long hard and grity day of so called crime fighting which had made him from simple Simon Williams into the man of legends better known as the Wonder Man, sure the job had its perks good media reviews, not to mention women drooling to bear his children. But today wasn't one of those days it was clear to him that while He could lift many times the ordinary weight easily he struggled to lift the weight of responsibility. Sighs, as Wonder Man exhaled what appeared to be dirt from his lungs. He thought to himself, I either a vacation or a career change. Simon entered his Condo building suprisingly the old fashioned way through the door rather then hovering to the window which he had grown accustomed to up until now. But today was the door, the Secruity greeted him on his way in, Hey Simon, You seen the Lakers game? Hey Jake, no I missed it. Lakers beat the Golden state warriors. That's cool, later Jake. His muscles ache almost as much as his head. He took the elevator and type in a code with the elevator floors, the elevator then went up pass the 30th floor. Simon opened it, and revealed his enormous base, Home. Pulling off his cape he went straight for the fridge pulling out both a Corona and a Red Bull. Yeah it was one of "those" days popping the opening to both drinks he poured slowly the Red Bull into a glass cup, then did the same to the Corona. Simon sniffed the drink before drinking it saboring the smell. Aww now I remember this is why I put on the tights and the boots and that and becoming a chick magnet. 

Con turned to look at death, Hugo, his grandson and whispered "I know"

Hugo dropped his icy hand, even on Con's frozen skin, death's was a shudder colder. Con looked into the face of his grandson, e could not look wit out seeing the wizarding duel of the century, which had left Hugo scarred Constantine an inch from death and his great granddaughter Ginevra Grindelwald dead. It was a sad day and to Con, Hugo as well, it was many a millenia ago, but right now it was at least two decades away. The two smiled at each other and then Con, staring forward, started counting down in his head the seconds left until....10.....9.....The stage was a shimmering blue with faces lit up by what looked to be moonlight, they would be first to go...6...5....Con then turned and looked at the young woman he sat next to, she must be in her twenties very young, she looked to be pretending that the Opera interested her, but behind the golden brown eyes Con saw boredom, but in which floated compassion of her thoughts, staring deep Con saw her life and felt her feelings, through his magic he started to know her, occulemency, she didn't deserve to die, she didn't want to, yet she had a shimmer of blue around her. She could still be saved.

On impulse, out of nothing, when her eyes flicked to his and she let out a slight giggle, Con kissed her and promised himself she wouldn't die tonight, surprised she wasataken back but then kissed back, con pulled away, grinning, she grinned back and giggledd once more, she was cute and open for love, "watch out" her face fell...3...2...1....BOOM! two demons crashed through the roof, killing instantly everyone beneath them, and engulfed the Opera Hall in hellfire.

""the spikes on Surge's back became twice as long as a greyhound bus, the muscles all over Surge's body quadrupled, the tip of surge's tail split in half and became a scythe blade. "he's called horrorfan, he just a super powered  human nothing more or less" Surge said with a chuckle "Give us one reason not to kill you, and it have better be good" he said as his eyes fell on talon "let him go Trent, the best way to earn his respect is to treat him as an ally, not as an enemy" Surge said as he shook his head and walked away from them"


Hold up their drago.  This isn't dungeons and dragons we are playing a whole new ballgame here.   I am packing a lot of lead to blow up this whole city and I am strong enough to toss you out all away to the sun to watch you burn.  I'm  here to investigate the deaths of my comrades who came into this city on a secret mission.  They are dead by something evil in this city.  If my sense of direction is right I am on to something?  now,  I want to know dragon do you know who killed my men?   I am willing to take this whole city apart intil I get some answers.   Horrorfan is hot-headed right now but his instincts are telling him that the dragon has really nothing to do with the deaths of his comrades.  Horrorfan knows that his instints has never failed him on any of his missions and he is a veteran at the game of war.   This is the first live sighting of anything he has seen in this city tonight and he doesn't want to let it escape.  He knows that if this dragon was vicious enough he would of already struck him down without asking questions but he thinks that the dragon has some compassion.     He thinks the dragon could be one of the good ones but he doesn't want to second guess himself.   You should consider yourself lucky being alive in this area.  Why are you here?"

Horrorfan cautiously continues to watch Surge fly away in the night sky.   Horrorfan says to himself, Either that dragon is telling the truth or he is just trying to find lame reasons to be lovely dovey with the girl.  Whatever it may be I will soon find out.  Horrorfan continues to view the area.  If hell was on earth this is what it would be like.   I might not be the only one that has a purpose to be on these streets.  He keeps saying to himself I need answer to see what my men were doing here and why did they die?   Soon after the dragon took off horrorfan doesn't seemed as tense as he was moments ago.   Horrorfan's real name is agent Samuel W. Horror.  His name explains the way his life is.  Full of horror.  Every mission he has been on he has seen hundreds of people being slaughter but this night has change his life.  His best friend was murdered in these streets, Larry T Rodriguez.   Larry and Samuel have been friends since they started the force over ten years ago.  Every location they were at after every successful mission they had to go out at the local bars and celebrating by getting wasted just to see who would get wasted first.  Larry was usually the one.  Since he was hispanic and all, maybe he just couldn't hold his liquor.   Even though Samuel was the captain of the force he was the wild one when it came to the ladies.  His nickname was one night stand man because he couldn't hold down a relationship.  I guess he just didn't want to get in the same situation his father was with his mother.  Always getting drunk and beating her while making the kids watch the aganozing pain.  Rodriguez on the other hand was a family man,   He had the perfect family.  Always checked on his wife, talked so much about his kids, he loved those kids.   Just the look on his childrens face right now when they fedex his death on a piece of paper starts to bring a tear to Samuel's eyes.   Samuel doesn't want to admit it but he knows he is in the Big apple for a personal matter and not for business.  Since samuel is here though he will make business pick up.    Samuel is trying to picture if Rodriguez screamed when he died or if he went down fighting.  If samuel knew him like he did He would say rodriguez put a helluva fight going down.   Samuel Knows he has to go pick up the remains of Rodriguez so he can have a proper burial when this mission is over that is if Samuel makes it out alive.   Samuel looks up at the cold moon.   The worse night ever for his best comrade to die at war.   " Rodriguez couldn't of went down like that."  'Damn You, Larry you let your wife down, you let your kids down, you let me down.  We were suppose to have that drink tonight Rodriguez.  I wish we could of had that last drink'"   Samuel continues to walk down these empty streets just looking and observing.  He knows these streets just say P.O.S all over.   He doesn't really how the homeless survivue on these dangerous streets but then again samuel doesn't care because he is ready to kick ass and take names, or maybe he won't even take any names.   I need to find a bar, a restaurant or something.   I need my thoughts together.  it's been a crazy night.  I need to plan my attack out when the next world war 3 breaks out!

After Surge returned to his home he gently laid talon down in his bed, then walked downstairs to the room that held all of the memory boxes from his life and downloaded today's events into a fresh memory box before he climbed up onto one of the rafters and fell asleep.  

She returned to where Lo and Horrorfan were. Gladly she had arrived just in for their discussion to be over. Then with out warning Lo scooped her up in his muscular arms and flew gracefully toward the power plant. The flight was soothing to her and she felt as if she could just doze off. The soft breeze blew against her face as she gazed upon him. He remained to keep his eyes ahead and did not look at her. That made her feel much more combatable and she enjoyed being in his arms. And slowly but surely she fell into a deep sleep.
Awakening suddenly she soon saw that Lo had completed his flight and returned her safely to where ever she was. Looking around her eyes changed yellow and soon adjusted to the dim light. Placing her feet on to the cool metallic floor she stood to her feet and breathed in his scent. That scent that always amazed her and she treasured. Moving like a ghost her the moon light shimmering off her raven locks her jade eyes shifting from one direction to another. Until she reached the are where Lo’s scent was the strongest. Looking to her right she saw a large hulking creature on one of the boards asleep. She smiled and lifted ne of her hands pulling herself up and she seated herself in front of Lo gazing upon the beast. As she moon shone its light on his she could see his face and his dark ore filled the room.
“And to think I was planning to kill you” she thought to herself. But her agenda had surly changed since then with every thing that had happened to her. She moved over to him and touched his face attempting to wake him but soon pulled back. “Are you crazy who knows how he will react to being awoken. So silently she jumped down to the floor her legs crouching. She then looked back up making sure he was not awoken by her commotion. She wondered to a large window an stood there gazing at the moon. Her hair rested lightly on her shoulders as she moved her hands to her pockets. “Alone unarmed with a dragon who is male and asleep how much weirder could my life get”.

Simon looks down in relief, he was glad, He was not delusion and all this is real. Warlock tells Wonder Man, You'll encounter Weavers on your journey, but since You're science, You can harm them. Their existence is like Freddy Krueger, only by believing in them and yourself can you defeat them. Your imagination is the key to your survival. Wonder Man looked up at the Man, saying, Why me? What is my purpose? I'm just an ordinary earthling. The Mysterious Man chuckles and said to Williams, Simon, You are not an Earthling, You appear and raised as  one but You are no Earthling. What do you mean? What are you saying? I'm saying You come from a different universe, You're the balance. You come from a universe, unlike any other, Your universe of a Million exploding Suns. The Golden Man smiled and laughed like a wild hyneea, You're kidding right? No, Wonder Man. I'll show you later but You must head for the cross dimension to enter your Universe, go to Death Valley, California. My original birthplace? Yes, it is ther You'll find the beckon to return to where You're from. The dracula looking man faded away, and left Simon alone at last. Alone with his thoughts to sink in what He has heard. What is He telling me the truth? What if this power of a Million exploding suns exist inside me? I must find someone I know first. Hmm, I'll look for Lauren, your life essence is somewhat connected to mine, like a family bond. I must go to her. Williams tried to fly off into the skies but realized again what Warlock had said is truth, only in believing in the Weavers shall his powers come back. But Simon refuse to believe in such Blastephemy, so He just leaped off a few miles in a bound. At least 1/12 of his strength remind but what could that do for him?

The Golden Dragon could sense Talon's essence becoming closer and closer as He leapt towards the North west. Simon saw a figure looking out of a window, He tried to use his superhuman sense of sight but it failed and lies to himself but saying, It must be these damn Drugs. Wonder Man stopped leaping about like a Rabbit and walked towards the Figure. He came close enough and it was Talon. Hey, Talon. Simon the Wonder leaped and scaled up the mysterious place where talon was, climbing toward the window, and saw an Enormous Dragon sleeping. Whisper to Talon, Why are You here? are You hurt? WM scaned her body for any sights of injury, and it would seem his superhuman sights worked slightly better than before. Wonder Man attempted to lift her and leap out of the Window, as He would hit the ground leap off again. Talon, I have met this strange man named Warlock. Well to what He says is I lost my powers or have to redevelop them, because of some supernatural force called The Weavers. I don't know what they want with me but He also said,  I'm not an Earthling, I appear and raised as  one but I'm are no Earthling.  He was saying I come from a different universe, I'm the balance. I come from a universe, unlike any other, my universe of a Million exploding Suns.  No, Wonder Man. He'll show you later but I must head for the cross dimension to enter my Universe, go to Death Valley, California. My original birthplace. Yes, it is there I'll find the beckon to return to where I'm from. Isn't that just insane? But i'm severly weakened, my powers are sort of power, due to those damn Drugs, but I'll need your Help, Lauren.

Pondering these thoughts she wondered to what extent all of this was going to lead her. She just wanted to be normal though life would show her different. Her one wish was that and never could she have it. “I should have died back there then all of this would be over” it was selfish but she wanted to die knowing that her only hope of having a normal life was gone. “I’m not even a hero I’m just a person with powers and look where I am now.” She tied her hair back as it began to blow in the wind violently. Her eyes moved to the floor where she kept them. “If he died that will be the end of me there is only so much I can suffer before death” she was speaking of Jonathan. There were two people in her life only two that had been with her before she came to this reality her brother and him. This world that she lived in was where they became closer but they were much more than what they use to be.

“I’ll find you my love and when I do I’ll end this” she whispered as a tear fell from her eyes. The wind then blew harder but she did no move. She would stay here until her fate was to come if she was to die then let it happen now and quick so she could get it over with. Looking upward her eyes caught a glimpse of some one. As so she smelled the air and picked up a familiar scent.  A smiled crossed her face as she reverted from her gloomy state and watched him approach. It was Simon Williams her guardian. She s giggled slightly noting that no matter where she was he would always fine her and that was the odd thing.  He soon neared her and scanned her. He always seemed to be doing that. “The affection that humans would show always astounded me for I could not get her head around it” she thought “Wow I talk as I I am not human well I am a clone I guess that’s not exactly human. Wait why am I saying this I have a mother well I person that gave birth to me then why do I call myself a clone. Habit I guess”. Pushing these thoughts aside she placed her thoughts on him.

Talon, I have met this strange man named Warlock. Well to what He says is I lost my powers or have to redevelop them, because of some supernatural force called The Weavers. I don't know what they want with me but He also said,  I'm not an Earthling, I appear and raised as  one but I'm are no Earthling.  He was saying I come from a different universe, I'm the balance. I come from a universe, unlike any other, my universe of a Million exploding Suns.  No, Wonder Man. He'll show you later but I must head for the cross dimension to enter my Universe, go to Death Valley, California. My original birthplace. Yes, it is there I'll find the beckon to return to where I'm from. Isn't that just insane? But i'm severly weakened, my powers are sort of power, due to those damn Drugs, but I'll need your Help, Lauren.

After what he had said she now guessed that she was not the only one going through strange things so but she was not ready to retell of what she went through any way he needed her help and she would help him. "Okay it's official I'm the most......weirdest person in the world"  Any way what he was going through she new the pain of not truly knowing where you come from. She took one more glance at Lo. He would be very anger at her for leaving again with out his say. But it was odd how she came here to this place and all she wanted to do was live out her days alone. Now she had all these weird and wonderful friends that she had to make sure nothing bad happened to. And the funny thing was they were all men. She was sure if her brother was still alive that he would make some rude comment about her having more than just one mutant power. She smiled at the thought of him he would always fine something funny about any situation good or bad and is saddened her to think that he was gone. She looked at Simon holding back the flood gates of emotion that wanted to be unleashed and said“Well then I guess I’ll have to postpone my death till after I help you huh” she said jokingly with a smile. But the thought still lingered in her mind was she really joking?

The wind blew behind Talon. Her hair moved around by it, it was mid day and she was waiting to see Trent for a few days now after his disapearence after saving her life from the reaper. Suddenly she heard a flutter as if  wings were appearing from behind her. She then heard a wisper in her ear saying. "Im going to be going for a while now, where Im heading to is a place where even angels dare not tread, youll be safe with them." "Im sorry." As Talon turned around expecting to see Trent there was nothing but air there. She suddenly noticed something had been place in her hand when she looked to see what had been placed she realized a large amount of money 1500 dollars to be exact. At the bottom lay a small yellow note. Written on it where th words "I hope this helps its all I could find on short notice follow the alien and trust your instincts.' Talon then looked up at the sky wondering what Trent meant by a place where angels fear to tread What could it mean?

The lights flickered and the room stank heavily of brimstone. On and off on and off the lights flashed a perfect enviroment for the mood of the situation. As Trent checked to make sure the captive's restraints were in place and the bag placed over his head to prevent him frm seeing the location of where they were when Trent had grabbed him. "Where am I and who are you?" said the man Trent pulled off the bag as it served no purpose Im the one asking the questions here." "Mr you must have me mistaken with somebody else I swear Ill' pay you money if thats what you want please mr." "Stop trying to play the innocent card I know what you are." "Guy what are you talking about Im not the person your looking for I swear." "Really now How dumb do you think I am?" "Mr you need help if you let me go I swear I wont report you Ill get you the psychiatric help you need honest." "You know right now at this moment my mind is clearer then it ever was even clearer then in limbo." "I dont know what your talking about man just let me out of this chair this room please!" "You know I would let you out of the chair the only problem is every time you swore it wasnt to god now was it?" Trent smiled sure of himself waiting for the bondaged victim to answer. "You had to bring "him" into this."The hostage slowly closed his eyes only to open them now pitch black with no pupil or iris. "You know I really do hate the "man upstairs." Said the held stranger. "Yeah I bet you do, but I didnt come here to talk about him the opposite I came to talk about your "boss"." "What about him?" "Name I want a name I wanna know whose pulling the strings." "Trent..... you know how this works. You know I cant just rat him out just like that, business is business and its in my business to keep my partners information safe." "You know Id figure you wouldnt answer the first time I asked which is why I came prepared." Trent began to smile as if happy to have an excuse to use his "tools". Trent pulled off a small sheet covering his "tools" laid out over a small table. "Heh you think Ill break with those?" "Oh I think you will considering the sigil above you is the seal of Ameth old Enochian magic so sit back." The stranger looked up at the seal Trent had spoke the truth there was no way a demon of his class could break the trap set to hold him down. "Stupid parlor tricks." The man spat at Trent's face hehehe "Alright then." Trent wiped the spit off his left cheek. "Lets get started!"  With that Trent began to pour a galon of water into a large silver cup. "Whats that for?" "You'll see" said Trent almost as if excited preparing the water. Trent then grabbed a rosesary and began to pray. "God our Father,our gift of water,brings life and freshness to the earth; it washes away our sins and brings us eternal life.We ask you now to bless this water and to give us your protection on this day which you have made your own. Renew the living spring of your life within us and protect us in spirit and body, that we may be free from sin and come into your presence to receive your gift of salvation.We ask this through Christ our Lord. Amen." Trent then dipped the Rosesary in the water. "Now then hope your thirsty." "Your kidding right holy water thats how your gonna get me to talk? Alot worse will happen if I talk." "Compared to that holy water is a flee bite." "Oh dont worry this isnt your regular sunday school holy water." "What do you mean?" "You'll see."  Trent pulled out three small vials one containing blessed salt the other holding powder angelic root, the final vial contained white clover which was acid to demons. Trent proceeded to place both of the containts in the holy water, then reblessing it. Afterward Trent pulled out his iron pocket knife dipping it in the water. Trent could only smile pulling a small portion of the strangers cuff off from his shirt. Trent then started digging the anointed knife into the strangers wrist first the left then the right wirst. As he did so black blood began to ooze and his skin started to smolder due to the holy water. "AWWWW!!!!! SON OF A B!TCH!!!!!!!!" "Talk now!" "Hehehe When this is all over when you cease to be useful hes gonna burn you ." "He whos he? Talk!" "Sorry kid I dont break that easy." Trent grew even more upset this time grabbing the bone saw he brought with him dipping it in holy water he started to slash at the mans legs all the while black blood poured out from both legs boiling when coming in contact wih the holy water on the saw."AWWW!!!!! WE TORE YOU APART IN HELL MADE YOU AN ANIMAL!!!!" Trent was not impressed by the demons determination or anger to him he was just another AssWh&le who managed to slip through the cracks of the floor away from hell.
Trent gabbed the mans throat tempted to strangle him. The only thing keeing him from doing so was the fact that this demon held information Trent needed. "By the way the names Thunderstone." Trent then stabbed the man in the shoulder with the same knife. Again the strangers skin smoldered as he screamed in pain. "Yeah like I give a rats &ss!." "Very well Ill burn you into ash Omnis legio, Diabolica, adjuramus te per Deum+Vivum, per Deum+ Sanctum. With those words the lights in the room began to flicker and the man screamed in pain as veins bulged outward even further. The prayer burnt at his very esscence making it darker then it already was if that was even possible."You and your god will burn!" The man said this cringing his teeth together his fury showed even further by his blackened eyes lacking any human emotion "Oh I dont think so." Trent said confidentlyTrent,  he reached with left hand and dipped his knife again in the water replenishing its holy powers. "Like pulling teeth with you demons , I cant kill you but I cant get you to talk either." "Maybe Im not pulling the right strings hmm..." "hehehe We get that alot." Trent grabbed a handful of salt and shoved it into the mans throat again the man started yelling in pain swearing his vengence on Trent."Talk!" Trent then stabbed the demon in his palm piercing straight through it onto the chair. "AWWW!!!! IM GONNA KILL YOU WHEN I GET OUT OF THIS I SWEAR IT!!!" said the stranger now furious with anger. "Oh really?" Trent stabbed the other palm again piercing through it. "I doubt it seriously." The man/demon smiled then began to cackle as if mad. "Congratulations your hells biggest prick!" Trent smacked the man in the face as hard as he could. The man began to bleed black blood he spat out what blood he had in mouth. "Like i said hells prick" ::spit:: Trent punched the stranger again this time twice. "Sorry kiddo I dont break that easy." "Oh youll break I SWEAR T CHRIST YOULL BREAK!!!" Trent dipped both his hands in the holy water The proceeded to punch the stranger in the face several times. "Talk whos' pulling the strings who pulled me out TALK!" "Your a cockroach compared to him, while hes a god." HAHAHA cackled the man. Trent grabbed the bowl holding the holy water splashing  all of it on the man's face. He watched as the man yelled out in pain with his face smoking, his skin burning with blisters. "TALK!" TRent shouted grabbing the man by the collar. "Talk! Whose the demon thats doing this?" "When we get you downstairs Im gonna be the first to rip you apart." Trent smacked the man's face frustrated by his results. "Obviously Im not getting deep enough." Trent poured out more water then blessed it. "To honest I didnt want to go this far." ::sigh:: Trent looked at the needle he knew what he had to do. Grabbing the needle Trent dipped into the holy water pulling it out now full. The man looked on for the first time with fear in his blackened eyes. "Forgive me father for I am about to sin." Trent then proceeded to stab the needle through the man's right eye injecting holy water directly into his eyes. The man tried to resist Trent from injecting the water into his eyes. But Trent was ready for this he grabbed the man's throat almost strangling him to keep him in place for the painful shot.  The man bleed from his pupil screaming in pain. Cursing at Trent this provoked Trent, refilling his needle Trent then injected the left eye. Again the demon screamed bleeding even more from his mouth and eyes. "Talk! or else Ill do worse I Swear!!!" The man coughed blood both eyes bleeding his black blood.:cough:: "You truly dont disapoint but orders are orders and I dont talk...." Trent grabbed the man by the face tired of his mind games. Trent Refilled the needle this time he target wasnt the eyes but the man's heart. "You know it didnt have to be this way if you had just told me the name." Trent looked onward more serious now then ever before checking the needle prolonging his action. Until suddenly he struck the man with the need in the area of his heart infecting the demons blood with holy water. The man screamed even louder then the previous times as the holy water entered each and every vein inside him. He was drugged out weak powerless barely able to open both of his eyes. "Parlor tricks again." He gushed out a large amount of black blood twice leaving behind a drip of his blood on his mouth. "Talk!"
"Kid nice shot but not good enough..." Trent grabbed the bowl containing the remaining holy water and forced it down the mans throat. The demon gurggled as it tried to spit out the water all the while swallowing because of the pain. "I wont break no matter how hard you try." This angered Trent, causing him him to go in a rage hitting the man in the face several times. In his blind anger Trent pulled out his knife dipping it in holy water and stabbed the man in the stomach with it. Slowly he began to pull the blessed knife towards the mas heart with the intent of ending this. As he grew closer the man finally shouted"Wait!!!!" The demon screamed out obviously past in breaking point it began to pant knowing this was it. "Ill talk Ill talk." "Whos the demon thats pulling the strings the one that could pull a soul out of the pit?" Trent said fast and assertively."Hehe ignorgance is bliss kid you know that?" "Yeah I hear that alot but for some reason it deosnt stick to my hears." Trent then grabbed the knife again intending to finish the demons star casm "Alright We dont know who he truly is we just know him by his calling card his visage." "And what visage is he riding in now?" The demon grinned spewing blood from his mouth.  'Beware of Hells winter the Jackyl!" Trent pulled out the knife thinking to himself the Jackyl who's that? When all of sudden the sigils inside the room, the sigils that had been meant to conceal Trent's location began to glow orange as if burning. The room began to shake all the while the lights flickered as the demonic entity made its prescence clear. It was obvious watever this Jackyl demon was it was powerful its prescence could be fealt to the point where breathing became difficult for ordinary people even for Trent who was by far not ordinary. Suddenly the candles began to blaze as they over  flowed with fire like torches, Trent looked around trying to figure out what to do all the while the hairs on the back of his neck began to rise up in fear. Suddenly the man started to act strange his eyes glowed then began to torch "NOOO!!!! PLEASE FORGIVE ME DONT DO THIS!!!" The demon tried to pull out of the body it had been possessing up until this point. Only to become overwhelmed and encroached by an incredible demonic force of fire. Quickly the fire encroached the man's internal organs turning them to ash, the demon that had attempted to exit out of the body was burnt away inside of the body it had been possessing up until now. For the first time Trent saw the fury of the Jackyl a force terrifying comparible only to the fables he had been told as a child about Satans wrath and evil. Trent began to envision a red devil in his mind and what it was capable of for the first time he was truly afraid. Eventually the prescence began to weaken its grip on the room leaving a corpse burnt to the crisp on its internal organs the prescence of a now dead demon and sigils/ barriers now burnt from within leaving what was once what marking burnt black color. "Sh!t.'" Trent thought to himself knowing that watewver this force was it had been monitoring him even with the sigils made to protect humans. Watever that thing was it made a big mess perhaps to show what it was capable of. Trent began to think of how the demon could overpower the sigils. When all of a sudden the lights in the room began to flicker again as the burnt corpse that was possessed by the demon began to move of its own. Trent said "WTH?" The corpse responded "Im the one youve been seeking, the one that raised you from hell you should be grateful. Instead all I see is weak willed human not the one I remember down in the pit." "Disapointing if you seek me one more time I swear to your god I will put you back down into perdition myself." The corpse began to expell what appeared to be smoke afterward which disapated into nothing as the corpse callapsed into its previous state. Trent began to fear "a demon that can break the laws of the supernatural. Do we even stand a chance at winning? Is this the end? If so Trent knew the end would be blodier then he could have ever imagined. Well at least we know what were up against Jackyl huh? God help us." 

After about six minutes of sleep, Surge awoke, jumped down from the rafter, and reverted back into his human form and put on a gray muscle shirt.  "I wonder if she's still asleep?" Surge asked himself

"She's outside, just follow her scent" Chaos muttered in Surge's head.

as Surge walked out of his house, he saw Talon standing alone in the moonlight "get any sleep?" he asked as he leaned against the house.
 

Samuel W. Horrors continues to walk down the street with tears in his eyes.  He hears strange noises but it doesn't bother him one bit.  He continues to think about his best friend, his comrade he thinks that he is dead.   "whereever you are Larry, I am sure you are having the time of your life."  Samuel starts thinking and he makes an angry face, picks up a trash can launches across the street and hits the car.    A cat comes out of hiding into the shadows.  Samuel gets paranoid, whips out his gun and starts blasting around the area thinking that something evil is out there.  He knows it's out there but he can't quit figure it out.  Samuel Has been through so many battles you could think he has multiple personalities and he should be medicated.   Samuel Lives and dies for the battlezone.   He always tells himself that war will be the death of him.  Samuel Knows he won't live til he is 50.  Samuel is currently 34.   Once he hit 30, he knew that in a 10 year period death will be calling him but he doesn't know when.   He doesn't worry about it and continues to fight.  People are scared of death but Samuel always anticipates it and that is why he has surived the most brutal wars ever.    This is going to be brutal emotional war for him.  If samuel wants closure he needs to find out why is friend was on this mission.  Samuel is going to make it his mission to go out and investigate.  If that means die trying so be it.  Samuel starts to wonder if the president even knows about combat, if he even really is sincere about the people who die during battle just to have the U.S.A. a freedom of democracy.   Samuel Crapped on Democracy a long time ago.  Samuel Knows he has the right to bear arms and his right is to carry his gun and to destroy the enemy once and for all.  Samuel Knows that the powers that he received come with great responsibility.   Samuel thinks back to the time he was in a routine mission to eleminate the enemy of terrorists and to wipe out their camp.  It was Rodriguez, Johnson, John " The Cat" watkins, and Sam.  Three men who took out a camp of 200 terrorists.  Well, actually Rodriguez and Watkins didn't have to do much of anything.  It was Sam who was the man of the minute.  He took his morphing ability, and change into a big lizard like Godzilla and Destroyed the whole camp.  Rogriguez and Watkins though they were watching a real live Godzilla movie minues the english subtitles.   Samuel Didn't keep any alive because he figured that's what the terrorist wanted.   Samuel knows he can use that ability and morph into a king Kong size Creature and destroy this city to find evidence but it wouldn't be worth it because of the little innocent life they have left in this city.   Samuel continues to find a location so he can stuff his face and gets some energy.    In the meantime Samuel continues to clench on his gun continues to sneak in the shadows and take out any enemies that he spots.  " I am determine to have that last drink with you Rodriguez."