Tonight, We Die Likes Heroes!

Prelude - New Ways to Live

A Meaningful Prophecy?

Chapter One - All Falls Down

Elsewhere,

If you look to the glitering stars you see during the night, if you look to that shining becon so small and distant yet so clear then something may be in sight. Perhaps this star is a photograph of something that has gone super nova years before, perhaps it is the formation of a new world looked heavily upon by the gods and patheons that make it. Or by some chance maybe it is the world that promises only destruction a place found on ideals of warfare. It would be hard for one to say you look upon the world of which is being reffered to for it is hard to say it exists in this plane of existance. Never the less in one universe it does and the woman of crimson flesh has been coming to face her equal. If you looked at the recent history of France you would find much death and sorow. of this apocalyptic providence though one place may stand out a city of ash coated streets and blood splattered walls, a target of this dimension bending rapture is ruler of this realm the demon with crimson hair.

One of these women was born a soldier, discipline replaced compassion, strength triumphed over kindness her home a planet that was ran by militaristic rule. The other woman was born a exile, her nature made her hated, the hatred spawned further hatred, in a society of freedoms she was most comfortable in murderous acts and defialation of such rights. Where the alien was trained and made into a general of a fleet the demon taught herself to be the top of the food chain and most lethal of combatants. Where the demon came to find a family and some simblance of a life outside of war, the xenos was never given the luxury of having a heart. Loyal and bluntly opinionated is one and the other traitorous and secritivly brooding is the next. The blood red hair whips in the wind as she carves a path of destruction as if the field of war was her canvas, as blood red skin shines in the seting sun she butchers all those who opose her ambitions.

Each is a reverse side of a coin that depicts chaos. When in a singular realm though the coin must fall on heads or tails to determin the victor. For in a universe there can only be one body and mind for each individual, many realities may exist but in each there is a general rule of thumb you can not have one with the other much like the idea of cause and effect. If one wishes to be thin they cant sit around doing nothing, if one seeks their fame they must earn it such is not given. Much like this if one soldier wishes to roam this battlefield there must be no equivalent to them. So it is enebitable to conclude that when these two crimson wariors existed in the same reality they would of course clash. Just as nature of time and the law of continuity demands these two must colide and one would have to reach an untimely demise.

Those Who Hide In Shadow Know When To Strike

Alezra had over the past month been generating a fleet, a month pryor she obtained a military space craft and became captain of the ship. The masive construct of war being renamed the Bloodhusk obviously after her own clan. When a number of militaristic fleets came to a planet that was rich in resources a tournament was held to deside the victor. When almost all armies were disposed of and she betrayed the comander Alezra managed to make a name for herself. She then went and amassed a true fleet and now all the time had payed off. The armada now sat on the darkside of the moon of a reality that was not of her own. Soon they would come down from the heavens to destroy the land that was Rigor Mortis, more comonly pronounced Rigus by the red skins counterpart. First though before destroying the blood thirsty demon, Lez was in need of knowing what all was going to transpire.

In a room a debate is being held a discusion of what is about to befall the world. This planet does not belong to her, its people are weak and fragile. For all the comander knows this planet could splinter in half by the unbalance of dimensions and she would shed not a single tear. That of course was imposible even if she did have a conection to this planet for in the existance she knew to care enough to cry was to be weakend. All she cared about was how to become a newly defined self. Assimilating into a more superior individual was all that hounestly matered. her glowing yellow eyes was about everything the individuals in the room would notice. Alezra was mist a cloud of dark red blending into shadows of a room with litle lighting. When the conversation was secretive staying hidden in such a place was only easier. Besides that once Lez knew what to do she was a ghost vanishing into the crisp night.

Time passes and the times of turmoil begin. The past of the cursed city means nothing. Wether it is surounded by blue skies red waters or towering structures remains irelevant. When two comanding oficers are locked in conflict with oneanother all that holds importance is the target itself. Thus it is Rigus that has all sunlight blocked as ships fill the demonicly clouded skies. It is the city coated in ash that feels no breeze but that which comes from the engines and machines of war. It is the buildings  of hardened steel and stone that are locked in the sights of colossal weapon systems. It is a queen of darkness and blood who finds her castle under siege by a alien threat that for unknown reasons holds a familiarity.

As the hum of weapons of war are heard two women look out their windows and while they know not what they are gazing at do to the distance it is still a eye to eye glance. Two like minded spirits unknowingly locked with in eachothers eyes. In unseen unison the crimson skined alien and blood haired demon speak. The tides of war are prominant and a conflict unlike any other is taking hold by this single word. Skies and earth light up with flame and a ear ringing volley of explosions will be heard. The one word delivered in an ice cold tone is "fire" and with it comes the start of a climactic batle that will most likely only spawn further chaos and destruction.

Now

This morning

It is a factor of natural elements to collide. A natural disaster has its place in the flow of things. Be it now or years from now, huricane winds or a ripple of watter unseen; it all has a place. When forces of nature  collide though all that will come is devastation. Two equal armies led by equally, lethal figures can only mean more pain. The only natural element of chaos is that chaos will always exist. Be it a war for peace, faith, or violent urges.  War is war and the spawn of such is darkness. So when two flames of despair meet on the battlefield all that one can expect is wildfire. And as the world burns in the wake of bloodlust it is urgent that oneself realizes all that this is, is the tide of chaos and there is nothing good about it. And so the flame that burns eternal in the end is only the flame with the most hunger to set all ablaze. 
Blair waved her hand flames from a mass explosion being tossed aside. Sisters of Battle that followed her were geting increasingly annoyed by the circumstance. The demons that made up the majority of the city had little car conflict was simply that. WHen it came to the Wings of Death however were rational and thus frustrated by the enemy. The heavy weaponry worked great against the aliens with almost no armor problem was it didn't stick. The creatures would burst into a small cloud of mist which healed all the damage dealt. The close range weaponry still had little effect while the xenos were making it through gradually. Az was confident in her forces and their persevearence but the regenerative properties made it problematic.

Hours had passed paved in war casualties mounting on each side. Orbital weaponry and surface to air defences led finally to a single end. After the battle field being bombarded by so much force one in the distance would think it was nuclear war, the first chapter of the engagment closed. The devilish kingdom was now scattered in reckage of war. SOmeone who had never scene the citadel before the invasion likely wouldn't notice a diffrence. Ships and buildings had one of three results, the ship either crushed buildings taking minimal damage but splattering the ground in blood of demons plowed over. The other option was the structures one, ships impaled as if hurled on a spear demons took the vessel by storm. Beneath these ships it seemed to rain fire and blood. The most common result though was that each canceled achother out, the result was an explosion that leveled all that was in radius.

Azrael ran a blade through the chest of an oncoming attacker. His skin was violet and his blood almost black in color. It had been learned that the amazing properties of the alien attackers was not to unsimilar to that of her and the space marines. Recovering from most wounds wasn't dificult unless inherintly fatal. The new trick was to run her chainsword through the chest rip up and then give it a twist as she pulled free. Hard to recover when heart, ribcage and spine seemed to be torn to shreads. It also was fun just for the sound, like a blender and the hiss of broken pipe all in one. The sound went well with the fountain of gore from such a wound. Turning her head and licking blood that had splashed across some of her cheak the ship she had first spotted rested before her. Smoke poured into the skies the once beautiful vessel crippled.

Geting a feel for the collosal ship the demonic demigoddess outstretched her hand and pulled back. The ruby colored metal burst outwards in a pluff of flame and sparks. No hailstorm of gunfire, no fast moving mist indicating a swarm of the aliens there was but a single figure to be spotted. Her siloette was all she could make out at first. There was what apeared to be two braids flowing in the breeze, which was likely just another shockwave of an explosion. Blair knew this to be the head tails the species seemed to have. As the smoke cleared the aproaching figure was still hard to make out aside from the slender frame. Finally out of the blaze the emerald eyes looked on something alien yet familiar, odd yet sensual, disorienting as well as envious. Her skin was as red as Azrael's hair and tribal tatoos ran all around her fit body. Her eyes yellow and cat like, both women brought up blades. Chainswordes released a growl as if hungry for flesh. Energy swords pulsed with blood colored light emiting a low hiss. It was then that the two smiled in unison as their eyes met, istinct told who's eyes they were staring into.

The Return

Daniel stood up from the bench and walked the other way, his heart rate started to increase as he hoped the man was not following him. He looked behind his shoulder and at the corner of his eye he could see him, eying him like he wanted to him dead...slaughtered. Daniel turned his head forward and increased his speed while walking, quickly getting out of the park he wondered if he lost the man, taking cover behind the corner of an alley, he looked out and saw the same man, the man looked around on his toes to see. Daniel inhaled air and then exhaled it looking down on the ground, glad that he got rid of him.

As he looked up, he saw the man eying him once again and running towards Daniel, he panicked and ran into the dark alley. 'What does this guy want from me?' Daniel thought as he ran like he had never ran before, he was so scared of his life, there was something about that man that made Daniel get goosebumps and actually scared of his life. Daniel looked behind him and saw the man gaining on Daniel.

While Daniel ran as fast as he could through the alley, through puddles and hobo´s, vaulting over trash bins and out of the alley he was, he looked quickly around and then ran the way he felt safest, but the man still followed. 'Should I take him? I don´t feel like that I can take him!' His white T-shirt dirty and wet, as well his pants. Running through crowds of people and straight across the busy street. He was now in a familiar street, he jumped into yet another alley, hiding behind the corner, seeing the man that followed him running past the alley, while old Mrs. Dickens pointed into the opposite direction.

“Thank you, Mrs. Dickens. That was awfully sweet of you.” He smiled for the first time when talking to her, hugging the old woman and continuing up to his flat. He opened the door to his apartment and closed it behind him, exhaling every air in his body as he leaned from the door, frightened. He walked toward his bedroom undressing himself and leaving the cold, wet clothes on the wooden floor he entered the bathroom, taking a shower to ease the muscles and think about something else. The millions of drops the pounded on his head and then ran down his body, the noise that the pipes made as the water was running on full speed, the slippery wet floor, those were the things that he was thinking about, and it sure made him think about something else.

'Aw, I am so tired.' He thought for himself as he stepped out of the bathroom, launching himself onto the cold, comfortable bed, he stood than back up and opened the drawer next to him, finding there dozens of white shirts, taking one out he opened the next drawer, finding there dozens of different jeans and trousers, as he dressed himself and putting the towel that was over his waist on his shoulders to dry his hair a little bit his doorbell rang.

The doorbell rang and with it came few knocks on the door. Daniel put the towel on the chair nearest to him as he walked towards the door. "I´m coming!" He said opening the door. His eyes widen as he saw what was in front of him. ' Why is this guy following me? ' Daniel thought as he stood there eying the man and gave a brief look on how he was dressed, the stranger was dressed in black hoodie, white t-shirt, normal jeans and sneakers. But there was something oddly familiar about him, not that Daniel has ever been acquainted to him. The thing that made him stand out from the rest of the people that were out on the street this morning. "What do you want?" Daniel asked as he was quite confused and so not himself.

"You." the stranger said, his eyes sparkled red and it was Daniel´s first time to see the color of the stranger eyes, it was bright red, he couldn´t see it before since the hoodie hid it. As soon as he said that the stranger raised his hand and blasted Daniel in the opposite direction. Through the glass on the 3rd floor. Daniel tried to grab something for his dear life as he fell down towards the hard concrete. Grabbing a tight grip onto a light-pole that he was about to crash into, he dropped himself down and landed safely on the concrete road. As the man looked down to him and jumped down.

“Who are you?!” Daniel asked as he back away from the man.

The man didn´t answer as he was about to strike, and since the stranger just launched Daniel through his apartment and down to the ground with one little touch, Daniel so did not want to be punched by him. As he dodged as many punches as possible, rolling to the right and then rolling to the left, he couldn´t be doing this forever as Daniel made his first strike towards him which was to push him away, only too see the strangers hand going towards Daniel´s abs.

He flew right into his favorite Café window, the people started to scream and clear the street, as for Daniel, he laid there, in the middle of glass shards, bruised and cut, his white shirt dirty again and blood stains. The stranger appeared out of nowhere above Daniel, grabbing Daniel´s shirt collar and mumbling something in his ear, Daniel´s eyes widen as the stranger threw him out the window and crashed on the concrete, rolling few times until he stopped next to a car. Daniel was exhausted though he had only been dodging and been thrown back and forth.

“ To hell with this! To hell with you!” Daniel yelled as he tried to stand up, but his body didn´t let him so he crashed down again.

“ Well, I thought this would be a little tougher. Thought this would be a challenge.” The stranger walked towards him disappointed. “Guess I was wrong about you...actually me!” The man said who seemed to be Daniel. “Yes, your right, I´m you, only tougher, more evil-er and more stronger! I´m the better version of you.” The man said laughing and putting up a smirk.

Daniel looked at himself of disgust, while looking at his reflection on the clean car that he was leaned on and seeing his face, bruised and bleeding. He looked over to himself that was in front of him dramatically. As Daniel stood up he kicked the man´s abs as the man tumbled away from Daniel, he started to run off and the man followed.

He quickly ran up the stairs to his apartment and into the apartment he went and quickly grabbing the sword that was hanging above the bed. As he took a tight grip on the sword a white waves of light appeared and started to circle around his hand and the sword, the after awhile it vanished. Daniel inhaled and closed his eyes and then exhaled, he opened his eyes and a bright light for mere second appeared in his ice blue eyes. He was ready to take himself down.

Hearing the roaring of the man while he kicked open the door and rushed in. Daniel rushed forward, towards the man and past him towards the broken window and the man followed as well. Daniel stopped in front of the window and as he looked behind himself seeing the man launching himself at Daniel, and he just froze there couldn´t move or anything, and before he could count to three he was already tackled out the window.

Daniel trying to turn it around, instead of him being in the bottom than the man on the bottom so he could get the crash landing and Daniel the safe landing. While the road was once again busy, cars driving at fast speed down and up the road and the two men on the way down, by the luck of things a truck came along, the two men crashed on top of the truck, rolling on the truck the two of them struggled to keep themselves on the truck itself.

Daniel rolled away from him to the other side of the truck, he raised his sword and prepared for the most challenging battle yet. The man raised his sword as well, the sword was much like his only the blade was red while Daniel´s was white. The wind played with the men´s hairs as it flowed with the wind. Daniel saw the hatred in the man´s eyes, his eyes was like an unstoppable fire, he wondered what would happen if it was him that got this way. With focus Daniel and the other man took a stabled stance, letting the tip of the sword meet, as the got the hint of a touch Daniel´s eyes brightened and as well did the other man´s and then without hesitation they pulled their swords back and flung their swords at full speed towards each other.

A report came on the television, six people were murdered in New York City. Their bones were broken beyond repair and pieces punctured their internal organs. The police knew that the murders were linked, they just needed evidence. Ryan also knew that the murders were linked, but he had the one piece of evidence to prove it; the six people who died were the same people he saved during his route around the city. That part of the mystery was solved, but now two question remains, who and why? 
 
Standing atop a gargoyle in Manhatthan, Ryan looked over the great borough of New York with a question in mind, why would someone kill the exact people he saved? He had to find out more, taking a deep breath, Ryan lept off the building and flew towards Champion City at great speed. Surely the main computer at the CoP tower would reveal some information he might have missed. 
 
Finally, the city was within sight, but throughout the travel back to the island, Ryan was reviewing and analyzing the evidence he had gathered repeatedly. 

1- Six people were murdered, all of them saved by Ryan recently. 
2- All six were murdered the same way, their bones broken into pieces and then used to punctured their organs. 
3- The way the bones were broken, it seemed as if the murderer was torturing them for information.

Chapter Two - Acceptance

Crimson are the flames that dance across the battlefield. Sand died maroon as the duels continue to go on. Ruby tears falling to the earth mark the conflict taking place. As red makes up the vision of all wariors on the planes of war one thing is certain. Blood will spill upon the ground untill one stands.

"Im going to make this all rather simple you kneel before me Azrael, you except aassimulation and our joining and this will be over. i have no need to kill possessed wariors who rival my own. I have no desire to watch such foundations as those you have laid down crumble. Rigus Mortis, the Deaths WIng and the Roxom family will all continue onwards." Alezra spoke with promise in her voice victory was that simple to obtain. Blair though and her stuborn ideals defied such concept her eyes unwavering as the remark was made. "All you would have to do is join me as a single Goddess of Chaos."

Decision was made all to easy as the conditions were made. To kneel before your prey was against all Azrael stood for and thus her blades once again came up and at the ready. The desire to spill more blood thick enough one could practically taste it on the air. "I have but one basic principle xenos, one all man beast or woman who follows me has come to know. In our equality we show respect by eye contact not by laying at their heal." A smile made way to her face as she looked upon the crimson skined alien. "If I can mold with you as can you join me. This dual doesn't end till one of us has come to an end." With that the two women charged forward. The warzone they met on looking like that of hell a bone yard of flesh and machine the perfect back drop for ones burial.

The opening assault was al long chain of blocks attacks and counters. A swing would be blocked and a kick dodged before redirecting one's own blade towards them. This of course was then matched with a dodge that led into an attack which was blocked. Such a cycle blazed on the field for minutes a dance that if a fraction off its seen course would have only the result of mared flesh and defeat. Slowly as the dual grew as did the arena. Rigus Mortis seemed to pause where ever the two were to simply watched as land was gained then lost on both ends. the further in the more diverse the attack untill acrobatics became part of the lethal dance. sword blocked just to find a swing coming down from above from a car that was used as a platform. Light posts and other rods jeting from the ground were used to spin and flip in lethal arcs. Each swing was fatal and many had testified to this. For occasionally one man would try and aid their leader and thus the soldieer landed in the crossfire. The conclussion was naturally another massacred warrior's blood feeding the demonic city. Fighting fair was a ever going contest Alezra not wishing to fight herself allday ploted a usage of her many talents in the moves to come.

A burst of telekinetic energy was sent towards the woman with blood red hair. The blast knocked her into the air tossed aside like a rag doll by the blast which served like a explosion of compressed air. Spining out of control bat like wings sprouted from her back as Alezra lunged forward. her footing was just about back in blace when the woman in red closed distances, A blade was blocked from its decapitating blow as was the attack on Azrael's mid section. A kick gained distance Az further in the air before Alez was reduced to mist and surfaced before Az once again. Blows aimed for the neck, and leg were followed by swings at both arms and ended in two seperate thrusts at heart and throat. The first four were blocked but in attempting to avoid the impaling attacks the blade at her throat got a glancing blow. A scorched scar slowly trying to mend itself. Leaping upwards by kicking off the blade Az had used to block a second ago Aleez gained ground before making a downwards push of telkinetics.  The push to much to rival the Crimson Regeant was shoved to the ground like a meteor the blood skined alien in pursuit,

Turning on her side the left blade was dodged followed by blocking the other sword of ruby colored energy. The heat from the blade blistered Azrael's pale face the blades so close. "Why must humans be so stuborn? I would give you the world just to become one in the same" spoke the woman whos eyes looked feral like that of a cat, her voice soft and simply curious. The emerald eyes though held no urge to stop her will her most triumphent of her abilities, Her response came with a low hiss "lets get things straight I am not a human even if I reside in the body of one, It's far more complicated then one or the other. As for the question the answer is simple. There is a phrase, kill one man your a murderer, a thousand a king, kill them all and your a god. Why would god kneel to those below her? Why would a queen refuse to look her subjects or enemies in the eye? Why would a murder halt the killing blow to simply have a discussion?" With that spears leaped from the earth rock and steal lances punching through the alien and lifting her high into the air. Rapidly seting her close to a towering spire of the castle of Rigus Mortis. Blair teleported to a archway near by and leaped forward murderous wrath seaping from her very pressence.

In a puff of red mist Alezra was once again unscathed, the demonic queen passing through the mist harmlessly. Thirteen swings calculated and lethal followed, Alezra was pressed backwards as she blocked and dodged the onslought. An opening finally presenting itself the xenos charged. A burst of telekinetic energy would be used to bat the woman down. The second would be used to sweep her away knocking her onto the next arch as if she was little more then a fly. Then would come the main attack a bluff followed by a killing strike. A downward slash and horizontal one would go hand in hand. If they were carried through it would form a cross like wound but such was simply a tease for the real move. Faster then the body could respond Alezra would turn to mist and work herway behind her doupleganger, Then her two swords coarsing in blazing red energy would stab forward. No deffence could be raised so close and so quick.

The Mind of a Killer

Reality

Interlude

Stabilized

Chapter Three - Convergence

On a mission. Preparing to crash land on Earth, a blue skinned humanoid alien presses a button on his wrist device. Lowering the velocity of his fall. Honey dew colored plasma warps around him. Fading in and out of view. It's called the Empyrean Carpus, Alien technology humans would go coo coo bananas for. Franche Redelan was sure of this. He heavily researched the planet of his planet's destined ruler. He knows their military would seize and experiment him without question. "For science" they say. But tonight he slips pass the government's UFO scanning tech and softly lands on an Pacific Island. Magic.

He raises his wrist to his mouth, "Redelan landed. On Pacific Island approaching Mercury's home." His voice is stiff robotic, conditioned. His face stern, determined and unphased. He's on a mission.

Pressing red holographic keys on from his Empyrean Carpus, he overrides the security system installed on the island. He approaches the T-shaped tower without caution. He knows Mercury will greet him with hesitant, but open arms. He's their hero, their King. Their living God.

From the left, a young boy wanders a garden of pink flowers. Cerulan flora are similar, but pleasing to more than their eyes, touch and nose. This swarthy-skinned boy wanders here often. It clears his mind. Nothing significant. Franche ends his casual observation of the boy.

Franche taps at his holographic keypad once again only it's yellow and blinking this time. He slides his finger across it moving shapes into molded spaces, like a puzzle. The pieces are set and the wrist device silently bleeps. Hacked. The T-tower's front door slides open and Franche sees Mercury immediately.

He's sitting cross-legged in their living room on a cream-colored carpet. It looks quality and comfortable. Franche sees Mercury agrees. With a large paper bag beside him, Mercury takes out tiny clothes. Clothes for the infant lying in front of him. Mercury holds up the baby shirt and it reads, "Who's Marc?"

Franche snaps out of his observation and marches down the three steps into the living room. Mercury takes offense of his presence. He quickly takes his child in his arms. "Who the hell are you?" He growls.

Franche doesn't blink, he slowly drops to bended-knee and bows his head. "Your elegance, Mercury. I'm Franche Redelan. I've come to make sure of you return as Ruler and God of Cerulan." Franche keeps his head bowed, giving Mercury a clean look at the alien's highly saturated blonde hair.

Mercury hides the infant's face in his chest and leers down at the alien bowing at his bare feet. "...Dammit" He travels back to his technicolor dreams. The nightmares that were reality. This was another one. In this dream he fought blue aliens, decapitated a tyrant named..."....Xander" he whispered.

His face went pale and he stood there silent. Alex squirmed his head from out his chest to watch Tom & Jerry, booming through the living. Spike just pounded Tom for attacking Tyke. Alex smiles and kicks with his squeal of amusement.

Enrico the Flower Loving Boy walks into the living room. He sees the kneeling blue-skinned, blonde-haired alien and stops dead. "Julius?...Who is this?"

"What I speak is not entirely an original phrase as such things nolonger exist. Evoloution is the blue print of this universe for true change from one thing to another is entirely unplausible. You and I my child may not always agree but one thing is undisputable. They and those bound to them have brought sin into heaven and doom upon the world, humanity and those that are tied to it are the blight of this universe.We are damned because we were built upon a flaw. The angel of death falls because of it's nature, employed for death sin is done. If fallen angels are the origins of your kin then the flaw is but the makers themselves. To rectify this universe will likely be to unravel and distance ones self from it. You are born of Death and as such you never were alive till Clara took it away. From now till armagedon and nothing remains killing is where your heart is, blood and wrath your fuel, pain drives your resolve till all there is, is a sea of crimson." Angel Of Death following the Rebirth of Blair Roxom.

Two blades of fierce light ruptured her chest. Both lungs split in twine by the attack. To quick for a counter offensive Alezra made her mark. With a violent jerk and kinetic burst the blades were pulled up before hurling the body to a platform not to far above. The crimson skined warrior stood at the ready. Staging was on a beam a piece to an archway near the castle of the city of decay. A vessel had been impaled off to the right and far above the system failures shot sparks continuously. The sparks and flames giving a menacing light to the already tense atmosphere. The skies remained black aside from specs of flame and the heavens cried of blood. Floating above the Metetaranian sea the island like fortress of Rigus Mortis was more terifying from above than below. From the seas you saw a mystic fortress, in the city horror alone, above the city or on one of its spires though the destruction was maddening. Few would find such a place subliminal and fewer still would call it home. Alezra may have danced in devastation but these kind of domain's belonged in the Warp. Such beauty was not for this world, she fealt wrath and envy at her prey and prepared the killing blow.

The rarest of moments particularly sence the fall of Malal the demonic god she replaced had transpired. Critically wounded Az was in fact close to death. Returning from the afterlife is no stretch particularly for a child of Death however it is none the less an achievement to strike such a blow. One of Blair's gpals throughout her crusade had been to never obtain true imortality. Killing was never the same if you'r life was in no legitimant danger. Time now tried to make her regret her choice as blood colored steam rose from her chest. Vision blurred and pain filled her body energy near spent only so it could be replaced by something else. Normally eyes alone were of emerald flame but as death neared the light expanded. The entirety blazing with wrath and blood lust. Black rune like markings seamed to glow as they entangled the womans flesh. Becoming ghostly white in skin and hair the color of the ash in the streets she stood. The wounds were no more transformation rabidly recovering the injuries.

Far below the two war raged blood spilling without end in the heat of battle. War particularly leads to tunel vision, the result is each soldier becomes locked in a struggle. Who and what is of no importance they are but the kill. Where matters only evert so slightly as it is but the setting alone. The when is in the moment no past or future, a freedom not easy to be obtained anywhere else. The why and how are but the only impotant factors, the cause to fight on and the way to come out triuphant. In battle there is a form of solace found in chaos that drives people to singular objectives. Hours may pass simply to take a hill top, or perhaps the fight will be a matter of minutes. Many fail to realise most fights are not into the night, rather quick brutal rounds and in the end of a few minutes all but one remain. It is hard to say how long these two particular women fought all that can be told is of the motions as they charged head on.

Two slashes came down on the crimson woman with purpose of butchery only for them to be dodged by leadning back. A responding horizontal attack would follow with purpose of losening Azrael's intestince. Of course this move was to be blocked as well leading into another following move. Arcs of light from either energy based blades or heated chain sword decorated the atmosphere. Dash attacks, lunges, spins, and a ever diverse chain of combinations gave wake to the current fray. Alezra was tought to be a warrior pround and determined, her resolve outmatched any general Az knew of. Every motion was natural with a block or counter at the ready. Ocasionally a minor blow would make way but that was simply for a counter. Alez would take a cut none vital and soon replaced to get an upper hand. There had as of yet been five recent moments where Blair only barely escaped an incoming attack. Vise versa Alezra was captivated by Azrael and her style. For all her time she lived she trained and noned her skills. Azrael was chaotic and wild, not frantic as if blinded by rage but more like the flames. It was overpowering, consuming and unpredictable. Deffences had been rough for the xenos as each swing was diffrent, maybe not entirely new but modified in specific ways. The main benifit for the child of Death was in the diversity, often dual wielding ment two blades with similar motion harder to block by force and number more then anything else. Blair however was persistant each blade aimed generally somewhere else such as the throat and the achilies. Two seperate conveging points made deflection a challenge. When placed in a simple sword fight these two women were unstopable, skills and healing atributes making for a constant tug of war.

The end result was the use of powers to try and gain an upper hand. Such a tactic only hightend the complexity of the ongoing duel. Alezra would use scrap metal as a throwing weapon only for Azra to use it as a platform to stand upon. Az would then make an attack that led them both to equal ground. A large pilar would be tossed like a javelin simply for Blair to avoid the attack and ride the pillar. Alezra followed in pursuit with a downward slash nearly cleaving through the platform. Dodging out of the way a trio of metal sheets would be tossed almost making a box of razor sharp metal. Of course the xenos would allude the attack and find herself back on equal ground with the demon. Blair would get behind the alien her right arm locking Alezra in an arm bar. Chainsword would then rev and thrust forward to cut into spine and then rupture the heart. Before the killing blow was struck however Alezra would materialize out of harms way. Opposite of this the general of the alien forces would try to impale Azra only to find herself a centimeter from hiting the arteries of the throat or piercing the heart.

The flame had vanished as had most the smoke bilowing in the air. The demons that made up the clouds were gone mostly slain in the cross fire of Azrael and her counterpart. So high above the city of Rigus were they that the war seemed almost nonexistant. Skies blue all around them except for at their feet. The slab of broken metal they stood upon was roughly three feet above the 'sealing' of chaos that was rigus Mortis. The world seemed calm as if the two were children playing king of the hill on the play ground. Two young wariors standing on the edge of a knife simply to handle little mre then a turf war. The only solace either of the two ever found was in this kind of moment. When the kill was all that was important. "Tell me this Alezra, if you win how many will you kill to obtain your goal?" In a moment of equalism, true equality the likes of what Az craved with those worthy of living, the demon asked. "My desire is all that is important, I aim to start with plans to kill them all and work my way down from there. Some are worth life after all just not the majority." Az seemed to nod in agreement. With that ALezra asked what might be her final question as well "if you win what hapens to my clan?" Briefly taken back by this but then smiling a response was given. "They have one of two options put there talents to use and follow me, or perish with their general." Aproving the two of them spoke at the same time. "Duty has the weight of a mountain, but death weighs no more then a feather" with that the final moves were to be made, the small distance inbetween cleared before sword clashed. FOr one of them it would be the final time.

When you are living on the run. When you are staring down the barrel of the gun. Trapped and locked in a cell. When given a life confined and rstircting as hell. You are in need of seeing the sun. You need to stop living deprived of fun. Forget being chained and bound. Let adrenaline rush till the heart starts to pund. If you are staring down the barrel of the gun. If you can't fight it then b!tch all you can do is run!

Desiray Divanova hummed the tune in her head as she sat in her cell. A alien by the name of Alezra Bloodhusk had taken her captive for some unknown reason. For the past week she had been held against her will and forced into slave labour. The nights had been filled with things she would rather not remember. What they did to her was stomach turning what she watched be done though made her nearly vomit. Every cell but hers was empty aside from the mutilated corpse. Being locked up for the evening Desiray had plans to escape. The alien species that had captured the brunette were extremely inteligent creatures. The warrior nature though ment a lacking finesse of security all the speed loving woman need do was play her cards right. Nefaris Sickle would soon be stoping in for his little visit. It was at that time she would drop begin her escape route. Quick as lightning was her thing she was not going to sit here and hope the cannon fire outside was a good thing,

Her cell was bland, rusted metal mostly outside of a few minor things. She hated it before becoming the slave of some alien Desiray had been in love with her situation. Having a good amount of cash flow from raceing and sponsors she got everything she wanted. While she couldn't manage to obtain anything on the world it was still a luxury of a life style. Leather jaackets and the smell of her motorcycle was what she missed the most. Instead she got to look like Princess Leia or something and live in a small room that smelled of blood. Soon enough Nefaris arived eye balling what was barely being covered. Desiray smiled as the door was opened and the light blue skined aliem entered the room. With a sharp thrust of her knee the man dropped into the featle position unable to move. In retrospect all he had to do was that spector trick and he would be fine but pain shut off the logical aspect of the mind. Walking over to the crippled alien she set his bottom jaw on the frame of the cell. His head resting a few inches off the earth it was perfect for a particular motion. With a quick motion she curve stomped the filthy creature. Skull shatered under her heal and her bare foot was slik with gore. "Ow note to self next time you play biker b!tch ware a shoe." Shakeing off the pain she went and plucked the key from the corpse.

In actuality she had no clue where she needed to go. The ship was a maze of alien technology and coridors. Any sign that might of pointed her in the right direction was writen in the confusing alien language. This being said she resorted to her memories of video games tv shows and boats. useing scattered information to formulate in her head a layout of the ship. With it she was able to locate the garage and prepare an escape. Granted her make shift mental map was total crap and it took her an hour to get where she needed to go. The good part however was that do to the more pressing matters she was able to avoid trouble. What she found was paradise, the garage was still loaded with a variety of military grade vessels. The staff on board and the number of vessels left a good number of options for the speed loving dare devil. The toy of choice was a hover bike, sleek alien design gave it a menacing yet beautiful pressence. Its wings or fins depending on how one looked at it curved out/up and back forming a triad design with sharp edges. Desiray picked up a alien version of a wrench to test the worth of the blade. To her aproval the wrench was cut in half, what ever the alien design was it could rip through just about anything on earth that she could thank of. On top of the engine made her bite back a squeal of excitement. The large machine had to exit points one was the base that allowed for hovering and the second was towards the back of the bike. The thrust it had and design told her it could travel at jet like speeds maintaing a manageble two hundred mph with little difficulty at all.

After a moment of familarising with the controls she took off the machine reving to life. Having no complex roads or traffic the stunt driver simply tested the limits of the machines throtle. Almost before she knew it she was outside heading for a jump point on the side of the alien craft. By the looks of it she could get away scott free. Thats when a snap of metal was heard. A quick glance backwards made it clear escape would not be that simple. A duo of bikers were on her trail. A smile creaped across the womans face knowing she had things covered. After a week of hell playing chicken with these things was a plesure. Fish tailing so she could face the duo she charged forward dropping speed to a slightly more manageable speed. The wings snapped into a more attack fitting pattern on the trio of bikes as they charged forward. The first kill involved quick boosting the bottom thruster allowing extra height which also allowed Desiray to avoid the biker on her right. This motion came with her abilities to garantee a kill. Using her control of objects in motion she guided the first alien to her side by force. The result was her and the bike to her right passing eachother while the alien on her left found a long blade ripping through his chest. The wound would effectivly cleave the man's heart as well as body in half. Blood trailed from the blade as she spun to confront the other.

For her next trick she tilted her bike to one side much like her oponent did. The two blades made a screaching sound as they cut through metal. Sparks formed in waves in the lightning fast charge. At the very last moment before blade struck blade Desiray executed another jump. The bulky machine jurked upwards avoiding the sharp blade and redirecting its at the enemy. The sound of the engines muffled the wet sound that came from the xenos head being cleaved in half. The top of the head from below the eyes up fell a few feet away from the killing blow. The momentum caried the bike and its corpse rider near the opposite end of the ship puting roughly a two hundred meter gap between where the bike was and where the head and head tales resided. Continuing forward Desiray's bike plunged off the ledge of the vessel. It was from here that she watched the conclusion to the battle of most importance. Killing the engine and leting it sit to be ready for the landing she fell watching the on going fight.

Two woman droped towards the earth ignoring what was drawing ever closer as they clashed. Both were covered from head to toe in black tribal looking tattoos their clothing in tatters. One was of crimson skin, one of two Desiray had seen on her time working for the aliens. The red skin tone was a rareity for the species, it was perfect fot Alezra however. The woman was cold to anyone not usefull to her, to those usefull she was kind but still came off heartless. Murder and genocide seemed to be all the alien cared for, she was a nightmare of a creature. The other one seemed to be equaly cold. Desiray knew nothing of the woman she concluded was the Azrael she heard about in rumors. Her presence said it all though, she was stuborn and chaotic by nature. Relentless and blood thirsty before anything else. Her skin looked like that of a corpse and her hair whirled in the wind like a spector as she fell. Rumor sugested Desiray was cheering for a demon, however she couldn't see anyone blameing her for it. Her choices were hope the demonic queen who tries to kill her wins or hope the alien who used her as a slave wins. Death seamed more favorable she wanted the possessed looking woman to win rather than the damned alien.

Both sides sent volley after volley of projectiles at eachother as they spiraled downwards. Alot of the ranged weapons were blocked by crimson energy weapons or chainsword, numbers alone hwoever insured a good number still hit. Blood fell to the earth with them as these blows were made. Ocasional moments that almost defied the law of gravity and physics passed so the two could clash swords. The speed of the blows was hard for Desiray to keep track of let alone fathom the ideas behind them. Gracefull yet barbaric sword play was happening all as the two drew closer and closer to the ground. The height of the fall only gave borowed time but these two were out to have a killing blow ready or made before hiting the ground. A sharp kick to the crimson skins torso gave her a small push towards the earth. As some distance was made the chainswords flashed in scissor motion cuting into the abbs of the alien. Her body phased out of existance no more then a bloody mist mixed with the drops of falling blood. Rematerializing Alezra readied the final stroke along with her demonic couterpart.

Desiray hit both engines at full throtle before hiting the ground. Her bike came down at a less violent pace though it was now heading to the ground like a spear. The tip spun as it hit the ground though before droping to a rest as if parked, Desiray using her powers to avoid bursting into a fire ball of metal and charred flesh. There was no sound as Alezra hit the ground a quick phase avoiding the crushing blow. Azra on the other hand landed on her feet with a loud thunk, her body was now repairing the broken bones and tendants in her legs. It was will alone that kept her standing. Ash flooded the air swirling around them as the final blow was made. As soon as the two touched earth both parties made their moves. Alezra crossed her arms thrusting her blades into the woman's stomach. No matter which direction she pulled severe damage would be inflicted. On top of that sevral scraps of earth and steel were twistid into small spikes and shot upwards inflicting multiple stabs on her opponent. Azrael on the other hand had slashed before jabing her blade had flooded Alezra's left eye with blood while her other was taken away. The sword had thrusted right after cuting the sphere apart. Now from the corner of her eye socket was a chainsword the blades kicking up gore and bone. The other chainsword was buried right beside the heart of the alien any motion would butcher the vital organ. Both blows by both creatures was a near fatal blow. It was Azra who had the greater speed though and they both knew, there for by valor and warriors hounor the victor was given.

"Take care of my men Alezra Blair Roxom more comonly known as Azrael. Sistemplar Deatorhus may your path in history be pathed in blood." The xenos spoke declaring in her alien tounge the woman was a sister of death and giving the greatest recognition she could by passing on her title to the woman. "Fear not the warp my Wings of Death, I have died before trust me when I say it is the killing blow that hurts the afterlife however holds no surprises for you." Azrael responded labeling the alien as one of her own and reasuring her burial the only way proper for such a warior, a laugh of the crimson woman marked ackowledgement and order to end it all. With a twist of her wrists the chainswords killing the woman. Her heart was ground into gorey bits as the head was obliterated. The sound of crunching bone and gushing blood marked the aliens end her hands droping to the ground as the blades shut off.. A blackish mist looking like that of a banshee passed out of the corpse and entered Azrael. The reverting to her regular apearence and disapearing wounds marked the transfer was made. Brushing a lock of white hair that was becoming red behind her ear she walked towards the woman with brown hair.

The energy swords were snapped onto Azra's belt and she rubbed her head as she advanced on Desiray. "May be a surprise but as it turns out an aliens memories flooding ones brain hurts like hell. And that is saying alot sence I was kind of aroused by what you saw her do to me." The woman in rags on a stolen alien bike was at a loss for words. "Look I wont kill you today something tells me we have more to do. I take it you saw the gate on your way down?" Desiray smiled nodding her head and gesturing for the demon to hop on the back of the vehicle. As she did the speed loving woman introduced herself. "In the field I go by Spitfire nonthreatening homicidal alies like you though often call me Diva Desire, a spin on my actual name." Az smiled "sounds like the name for someone who works a certain kind of dance. Names Azrael and I'll be your tour guide on your trip down masacre lane." Desiray got a laugh out of that but then told her aquaintance to shut up sarcasticly. Something told the two that this situation was far from over, they would head towards the entrance to Rigus and await the enemy or friends heading there way. As the demonic queen put it "the alternant versions of the bad people and good people of the world were likely just as poor opponents as the original. Odds were there fights were done before mine."

He had awoken, only to fall back unconscious again. Ryan's fight with his doppelganger was indeed a strong mental struggle, with the effect of Ryan taking over and absorbing his evil counterpart. The question now stands, what's changed? Well then, care to take a look? 
 

 
Ryan was alone in his own mind, confused and wandering around a blank and mysterious space. He was unusually calm and collected, but there was something unusual about the place he was in, but Ryan couldn't quite put his finger on it. It was something odd, something out of place, but what? The blank white space was soon turning into many colors, swirling around him until a scene was formed and Ryan was in a ghostly appearance. 
 
"No mercy! No pain! Don't hold back!"   
"But Master Jeong, my knuckles are bleeding" 
"No pain, no mercy. AGAIN!"  
10 year old Ryan was punching a wooden dummy, the splintered wood had  cut through Ryan's skin, causing his knuckles to be peeled and swollen. Punch after punch, the young boy was swallowing his pain. 
 
The room began to change scenes again, the ghostlike Ryan looked on and saw his 11 year old self. 
"Learning kenjutsu, is no easy task. You must breathe in and out, train the mind and the heart. Think of it as an extension of your body." 
"Yes Master Riku." 
"Learning the way of the sword can take years to master, but all you need is the right motive and heart to learn. And remember, it is a last resort, as is all weapons for combat."   
The karate master began to teach Ryan the ways he could relax and enjoy everything around him. Taking time to stop and observe the world. 
"See that eagle? The red one? It symbolizes strength and wisdom. This is what you need to master the art of the sword."
 
The room then began to change again. Colonel Wright, head of the experiments division was ready for the experiment. 
 "Ryan, your parents, our best agents were killed by our enemy; Dr. Severe. Do you and I repeat, do you accept to be our test subject for 'Project: Adrenaline'?" 
"Yes." 
"Then step into the machine." 
It was the time, when Ryan became the Crimson Eagle. He stepped into the glass cylinder and that was when the magic happened. He was transformed into the teen hero he is now. And from that point on, his adventures began. Ryan joining the Champions of Peace, the fight with his brother, his battle with Azrael of Tenebrasque In, and the most recent; Ryan fusing with his doppelganger.  
 

"Ryan, I need you to listen to me.  Please, tell me can you hear me?" 
 
"For godsakes!  The brat got infused with his doppelganger.  Did you not see that with you stupid yellow eyes?"

Voices… voices were heard. Ryan was alive, he slowly opened his eyes to see Noah holding him.

“Uhhh, Noah? Why are you holding me? What’s happening?

Chuckling, Noah Zeraz replies.

"Ryan it seems that people from a universe called the World of Alternation have invaded our home.  Many of them are actually our counterparts; and just like us they want to survive.  I know taking pity may be difficult; so I won't ask you too.  Its survival of the fittest and judging by your demeanor; I'm guessing you've won.  As of now I'm suppressing my other half; in return I've gained a boost in stamina, charisma, strength, and apparently leadership skills.  I can tell who's and who's other-worldly.  As of now, me and my girlfriend are gathering a team to combat the orchestrator of this attack.  If you want to help, I'd like that.  If you don't...well your life mine as well end."

There was soon a loud BOOM! Looking on, there was a hideous creature. “I have come for Closure!”

As Ryan got up, he looked at Closure, “Noah, I’ve seen the evil in the other world through the memories of my twin. I’ll be more than happy to help stop it.”

Biology 101

You know, it’s amazing how genetics work; especially how viruses and mutations work. When the reproductive cells of humans contain a mutant gene and form life, there could be a big, little, or even no effect to the person. It was even believed that through the theory of evolution, green or blue eyes are originated from a mutation that was passed down through generations. Viruses on the other hand are something else. There are some viruses that remain dormant until certain conditions spark the effect of the virus.

That’s why tonight; the marvels of genetics will take place.