Vine City

The alarm clock started beeping. Dick Grayson woke up and rumbled something. He went to the bathroom and turned on some music and went to shower.

5 minutes later

He went back to his room and started to get dressed.

2 minutes later

He was done eating and went to the door, when he was at the garage. He took his keys of the car and started the car.

When he was on the road he was heading to his work at the police department. When he was there he was heading at his table to start to work. His boss was on the way to him and said

"You are late, may i ask why?"

"I overslept, and the traffic was slow."

"Well i have good news for you."

"What are the good news?"

"You don´t need to work at the computers now, you have been promoted to a higher rank. So this young fellow will take over you. So pack your bags and start to head to the training area."

"Thank you so much for this. This is a great opportunity for me. And i will head back for the training area."

He took his stuff with him and then his boss said

"You won´t be needing these, you will need this."

And hand him a key for his locker. Then Dick started to walk to his locker.

When he was there he opened the locker and saw there was a gun, clothes and more other police stuff.

Gwen smiled at Kiaras response as she hauled the strange man away.

gotta love that girl she thought to herself.

Gwen closed the front door again blocking the sun and called out to her staff to come clean up the mess that was left behind, she looked down on the floor and saw the glass shards and the blood.

hmm thats unusal this mans blood did not arouse her, it did not register with her, she could smell something off.. something not quite right.

be careful my Kiara, this one, he is an unusal breed

Gwen swept back into the club and upstairs.

I wasn't ready for a wake up call, at least not one like the one Kiara gave me. "You know how to get a guy's interest don't you doll." I don't normally get into this whole helping out business, but Kiara and I have history and besides I don't like it when guys beat up dames. I check my knives and pull my flask and take a long stare at the little demons etched on the outside. "I won't let you own me any more....If Jackie were here she'd tell me to give it up anyway." I tucked the flask back into my trench and stopped hard in my tracks. "It'll take a killer to catch this killer Ki Ki....bring me to where the first murder happened."

I let her lead me into the bowels of Old Town knowing that even though it would probably haunt me for the next few weeks I had to see what happened. Its part of finding a mark...you gotta be in their shoes so you can find them somewhere in this big damn city. I needed my hunting senses keen if I was going to put down this bastard and make him pay for what he's done.

Lee got ready to go to work, putting on a light gray suit with a white button up. Loading up his belt, his usual assortment of tools. Several throwing knives, a piano wire and a 9MM with a silencer. Putting on his shoes he headed out to his car, a 1970 Dodge Challeger. It paid to work for The Boss.

Rolling up to the Nines Casino, he threw the keys to the valet. Handing him a hundred to take extra care of his show quality car. He walked into the bar seeing the Boss sitting not in his usual seat but up at the bar talking to Jennifer. Lee was jealous seeing a woman that beautiful, knowing that she only pined for Mr. Canon.

"You called me Boss?" Signaling the bartender for a drink.

"Here is your target, make him have an accident." The Boss never looking his way just staring straight ahead.

Lee walked out of the bar, bumping into someone on the way out. The tall man got into Lee's face. "Get out of the way runt!" Lee just smiled as he excused himself and closely watched the man go into the bathroom. Lee followed him in, seeing him at the urinal. Lee laugh a little, then kicked the man in the back of the knee, causing him to splash water and piss all over himself.

The man yelled and cussed turning around finding Lee's foot coming up to meat him in the face. Lee positioned himself back to back with the stunned man, and threw the piano wire around the man's throat catching it and lifting the man over his back by the throat.

As the man took his last breath, Lee wrapped his wire back up, tuking it back into his belt. Lee dragged him into a near by stall, and looked through his wallet. Just what he thought, one of Gambler's guards. Lee took the man's radio, and put the ear piece in.

As he walked, out he passed by The Boss. "That one was free" Smiling as he went.

When he was done at work he walked to his car and then

"ahh, i forgot my keys in my office."

He ran to office and found the key then he heard someone talking to his boss he sneaked to hear and with the gun ready he heard

"When are you gonna kill Dick Grayson?"

"Tomorrow when he is at the garage."

"Just tell us to kill him."

"Just kill that bastard!"

He over heard everything then they stop talking and he heard them walking out. He heard a gun clicking right past his ear. He stood up and walked to his boss or his former boss.

He saw a window and beneath the window there is a lake.

He ran and jumped out of the window when the enemies where shooting at him and he fell in the lake and swimed back to land.

Switch was standing in his basement apartment, wearing grey baggy, knee length shorts over skintight black leggings. Before him lay his weapons, arrayed in the order that he would need them. With slow determination he pulled on a skintight black top, the long sleeves carrying on down to his wrists. Over this came a white kimono style shirt, which fitted loosely and was tucked into the crimson sash that he was wrapping around his waist. Into this garment he thrust his blade, the long black scabbard resting comfortably in the small of his back with the handle an inch from his hand. On his legs he placed simple greaves made of steel, with similar items going on his forearms and the backs of his gloved hands. Finally he was ready. Death was coming to Old Town. Walking out of his small armory he entered the bedroom of his apartment, where his company for the day was lying in his bed. Holly was a vampire who he had met soon after coming to Vine City and the two of them had been in an on off relationship ever since. She looked beutiful as she sat up to look at him.

"Why do you have to run off killing hookers? Why cant you stay here with me?" she asked, pouting.

Switch surveyed her coldly. He was in killing mode, no feeling, no emotion. As a human his heart would have been racing, but he wasn't human. He spoke softly at first, but his voice rose quickly, until he was shouting the last few words.

"There's no backing down, it's blood for blood by the gallon. This isn't some turf war, it's the bad days, the bloody days, the all or nothing days. Their back!"

Turing away from his lover the vampire left the apartment, gazing up at the moon. It was time to see if he knew what he was doing. Sometimes that meant dying, sometimes it meant killing a whole lot of people. One way or another, Vine City would never be the same.

Post Edited:2008-05-07 09:55:08

When Dick got to land he needed to hide somewhere. Somewhere no one could find him.

1 Day Later

He was driving to Las Vegas the playground for America. He changed his name and ID and got another eyelinses. Then he went to a casino.

"The name?"

"James Dickson, is the name."

"Ahh, sorry your not on the list can i see ID?"

"Yeah sure."

He hands the man his ID.

"Tadada, where is you name in this list" he rumbles "Ahh, here it is, James Dickson. Sorry that it took so long."

"No proplem at all."

When he went inside he started to think "I did never put my name on the list.". When a servent took his bag a man started screaming "MY NAME IS JAMES DICKSON.". So Dick started walking fast up the stairs. When he was at his room no.365, so he took his keys to the room out of the pocket and went in the room.

"That´s what i´m talking about. Yeah..."

More to come soon...
Post Edited:2008-05-07 10:58:16

You know how to get a guy's interest don't you doll.

"It's my job Syrus, to work off the one brain that most men work with, just so happens that brain of yours on two concepts. Sex and fight. I definately aint appealing to the sex part."

Kiara watched Syrus as he pulled out his flask. She rolled her eyes waiting for him to take a drag and make his blood even more like a bloody mary then real blood, but it never came. She folded her arms and stared at Syrus, waiting for what was coming next.

It'll take a killer to catch this killer Ki Ki....bring me to where the first murder happened.

"I know what it will take. Thats why I went and sought you out. I can deal with a turf war right now or I'd seek out the bastard myself."

He wanted to get to the scene were Daisy had died. And in order for them to get there in the quickest way possible, she had to do something she didnt want to do. She ran a hand through ehr hair as she looked around them at the dark streets of Old Town. There was nothing really special about this place. No one had ever done anything spectacular for her, but Old Town was her home now. And she was going to do her best to protect it.

"Your about to see a light show. I suggest you keep all comments to yourself about what you are about to see."

She didnt wait for him to answer. She just stood back and positioned herself near an alleyway so that she would be blocked from most eyes. She closed her eyes and stretched her arms out to the side, murmuring a few words. Slowly a light began to emenate from her body. It grew stronger with each passing moment and lit up the dingy streets around them. The light grew even brighter and moved to her shoulder blades, outlinging something as it went. Finally it was over and she stood there looking the exact same, except for a pair of black wings that jutted out of her back.

Kiara stretched her wings before moving towards Syrus and grabbing him by his trench coat. She gripped him firmly and shot into the air. It wouldnt take them long to reach the place where Daisy had been murdered. But from here Syrus had a nice view of Old Town. The winding streets, dark alleyways, and the dark forboding beauty of the debilitated buildings. Really in all actuality the streets werent so bad, it was the people who ran them that you had to be afraid of.

kurt was thinking where to hide.

1. so hided him self in a garage

2. when he was sleeping some thugs went in with money´s from the bank long from here and I was looking for peace but that had to wait.

3. so pressed the button on my t-shirt and SNAP! the costume was on so i said, hey guys party´s over

OH ST XER-JUMPER LETS RUN

forget it boys and teleported my self in front of them and said i´m here then i teleported my self right side of the thug and toke him threw the thug to the others teleported me to the police station with money and i left to the garage again and went to sleep.

Jak walked into alley. It smell like something died in the alley, he walked past a drunken man, a woman who was begging for money and a gangsters who where steal stuff. He climbed on roof off the alley and started to take his armour out of his packbag, he dressed him self to the armour. And started to put on his gatgets, then the Glatiator sword. He walked and sat at on the roof, he was trying to hear. He heard a woman screaming so he put on his helmet and ran and jumped to the other roof, he barely made it so he started to move formward the sound. And he saw 6 gangsters taking the bag of the lady he waited until they got the bag and ran. So he jumped down in the on the gangsters took out his sword and started to fight them. He killed them one at a time, when he was done he ran away. He tried to find his friend. And was looking in the map of Vegas. So he took the next taxi to Vegas.

I smiled as I smelled the smell of old town and it made me remember Jackie and the old days. She spent her nights among the girls of Old Town, used to say it was to make herself a few friends, but it wasn't until I was looking for a good night kiss that I found her walking the streets for dates. Made me squirm a little and I knew I had to get her off the street. I don't remember a lot about what happened after that...I don't remember a lot of things. I wasn't a drunk like everyone thought. I was a drunk don't get me wrong, but it was for a whole different reason than what folks thought it was. The booze made me hard inside, but made my outsides weak. I really only drank when iw as with her....and now that I'm without her I drink more than I breathe.

The dark streets all seemed to stitch together like a sick dark quilt under my feet as we flotated on the air like a couple of birds. It was a weird feeling coming out of the drunken pit I've been in for the past few days. I'm sure I've done some killing and I know theres gonna be a little more as I spot the blood spray on the ground beneath us. "Set me down anywhere Ki Ki...I want to see this thing up close." She takes us down and I look down at the murder that this freak brought upon this girl.

A couple of seconds and the reality of the whole thing sets in on me. "Nice job. This wasn't a screw job...no hit man I know woulda done a job this messy. This was personal and I'm gonna find out why." My hands tense up as I feel the fire in my blood and I know whats gotta be done and then it hits me like a kick in the nuts. What if I'm wrong? I've got a condition. I get confused sometimes. What if I've imagined all this? What if I've finally turned into what they've always said I would turn into? A maniac. A psycho killer. I look back at Kiara and pull out a cigarette watching her stare at the blood bath and I could sware I saw my dark angel, my goddess, my valkerie. "I'm gonna kill him for ya Jackie and it won't be quick and quiet like they did you. It'll be long and nasty as he screams to God, and I'll laugh harder when he whimpers like a baby. And when his eyes go dead, the hell I send him to will seem like heaven after what I've done to him." I pull my blade and head off into the streets.

I have to ask around about this new guy, I'll start in the slums and work my way to him. If a guy like this exists then I know somebodies seen him and they'll talk. Everybody talks.

Thick rolling banks of smoke erupted out into the night as Switch pulled open the door to the bar and stepped inside. The entire scene was covered in a haze of cigarette smoke and maybe something else as the vampire stalked to the bar and ordered a drink. The barkeep scowled at him as he surveyed his outlandish clothes but moved to get him the whiskey, selecting a clean glass from the shelf. Slowly the vampire turned around to face the inhabitants of the bar, his keen eyes pinpointing them through the smog and seeming to spear each one as they were found. Taking the drink he downed it in one and slammed the glass back on the bar without looking away from the small crowd of faces spread out over the tables and chairs.

"Someone comes in here looking for me, tell them I can be found on the Madison Bridge at midnight. There's no need to give them any trouble."

Turning he strode out, leaving a confused group of drunken, lowlifes behind him. What he had said was true, at midnight he wold be at the Madison Bridge. But there were a few hours until then and he was going to get the party started. Anything moving on the streets of old town tonight was dead. That ought to get an army to come to the Bridge by midnight, all of them out for his blood. Then they could really get started.He would see to that. The cold night air hit him like a physical blow as he stepped outside. A storm was coming in from the east. Vine City was in for a wild night. Shaking his head the vampire forgot about the storm, he was on the hunt for now. With a slight movement he loosened the sword in its scabbard, readying himself for what was to come. Then, like a sprinter, he was off. Dashing towards a nearby building and scaling it in moments. Without pausing to catch his breath the vampire was off again, moving quickly over the rooftops to find his prey.

At some crappy motel Switch stopped. Through the window he saw a group of hookers, at least five of them armed with automatic weaponry. They looked edgy, like something was going on that he didn't know about and one of them was on the phone, doing a lot more listening that talking. The vampire grinned widely, why eat some skinny homeless kid when there were beutiful women in revealing clothes on the menu. His face twisted into a more bestial visage, jagged fangs taking the place of his normal teeth as he ran towards the edge of the building he was one, across the street to the motel. With a grunt he launched himself into space, sailing towards the closed window and smashing through it. Instantly the hookers went for their guns, something had got them spooked, it wasn't normal for the girls of old town to go around so heavily armed. Little did they know that the thing they were armed against just came in through the window.

Switch rolled to his feet, his blade coming clear of the scabbard to flick out, beheading one of the women as they went for her gun. Another already had an uzi up and aimed at Switch but he swayed to the side, avoiding a burst of gunfire. In the blink of an eye he threw his blade, impaling her through the right side of the chest. The other hookers had had enough and piled out of the room, tossing back a grenade and slamming the door. Switch bounded across the room and withdrew his sword before kicking over a sofa for cover as the blast ripped through the room. Back on his feet the vampire moved out into the corridor, every ounce of him ready to get some killing done. Two more died, their guns firing ineffectually into the creature as it tore them apart. It was over, he had to leave one to tell the tale anyway. Leaving the way he had come in the vampire made his way towards the bridge, replacing his sword in its scabbard.

Walking in to the bar a drunken guy stumbles to the payphone. "Hey could you come pick me up?"

In the next hour another man walks in "There you are Slight" "I've been waiting for hours" Slight said nothing, his anger with his fellow civilian only known to the public, was making a specticle of him self.

"Just come on" Slight's disgust with this man, was overflowing, but he was doing a good job to cover it up.

Slight thought to himself, Vine City I thought this place would help me get my life back on track, instead im living in a ghetto, and picking drunken friens up from bars. If I wanted a life like this I would have stayed back in Baltimore. This place is nothing more than a glitzy, show for rich people.

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"Walk down the right back alley in Vine City and you can find anything" they said...

... a couple sl..ts walk down the street and find something...

• Leave it alone!

• Why? It's just a peace of trash! Must be a useless junk from some tech-museum!

They laugh...

• I think it's a male! And if he have some money I'll maybe even serve him?

She start imitate like she lick a machine gun

• You just crazy! Who knows how long it stand here- it probobly get all dirt around!

• Stop bored! C'mon, it's fun! Ha-ha-ha-ha!

"Fun". One more weird word of meat bags...

BANG!!!

She swallow a bullet...

Second wh.re start screaming and run away.

I let her ascape... she will bring more meat bags to me... I gues it's calls a "police"...

More meat bags- more "fun"...........

Black, white, gray and red...

What a heavy machine doing in a city of couple colors?

Howl of coper's sirens piercing a sleeping city. It goes from everywhere, get closer and closer...

Its will be more RED on a streets tonight!

Post Edited:2008-05-15 17:35:08

Methos Sparks woke up in the same position He'd gone to sleep in the night before. He felt the same too. Which is to say He felt like sh!t. Vine City didn’t agree with him. Well not this trip at least. We’d only made a quick two day run through during the traveling over the summer. He’d liked it then. How could he not when he was being shown around by one the people who’d loved this city so much. It’d felt like home. He understood her so much better after seeing Vine City through her eyes. It was dirty, crowded, and ungrateful at times but none of that mattered. It was home.

Now though it just felt lonely. The clouds were even more oppressive than usual and the snow that had started immediately after the funeral had given way to a pounding rain that was more something that should be seen in Southeast Asia during monsoon season.

Staring out the window at the people that my mother had given her life to protect, he still couldn’t help but wonder if any of them were worth a damn. Still it really hacked him off that already people were going back to their normal way of life. There should be something. Something should be different. His mother had killed God not a week ago and still the world kept turning as it always had.

Shaking his head in disgust he turned to look at the bed. On it was his mother’s idea of a joke. It was a uniform of a sort.He’d found it inside a garment bag that had been hanging up in the closet when he'd gone to hang up his coat in the hall closet. Considering that she’d gone out of her way to avoid wearing a uniform of any sort for at least the past thirty years it was interesting that she’d had one made up for him. It looked a lot like a picture of her that he had looked at before. The uniform she’d worn when she’d fought in the war against the King of Nails. But this one was obviously made for him. It had the same white uniform pants with their red blood stripe down the sides. The matching leather tunic had a flap that buttoned to the right and was patterned with the Union Jack. It lacked the epaulets but all the other accessories were present. Including to his surprise an energy pistol that fit perfectly into the included holster.

He didn’t doubt it would fit. She’d gotten his measurements when they’d gone shopping in Italy and no doubt had kept them. It would certainly explain all the appropriately sized clothes he’d found inside the closet of the master bedroom. Damn her. Of course she’d known it was going to happen. She’d written everything in that damn journal of hers. Making plans was easy when you knew the exact date and time of your death if not the cause. The flat had been well stocked with all the things that a young bachelor would need to either start a life over or just get on with the one he had. The one he had.

Who knows how long he would have stood there staring at that uniform if the phone on the desk hadn’t rung.

“What?”

There was a long pause without even the sound breathing over the line. “Is this Methos Sparks?”

“If you have to ask that bloody question, I’d advise you to think real hard about what ten thousand volts feels like as it passes from your ear though your brain.” He sighed in frustration at the rather strangled sound coming from the other side of the line. The fact that he could now hear someone hyperventilating over the phone means that they really need to talk to him for some stupid reason. Any sane person would have taken this opportunity to hang up or at the very least drop the bloody phone.

“You’ve got thirty seconds to come up with a reason for me not to fry you.”

After night of solitude, Slight got himself together. He got up from bed did his morning rituals, and ate some left-over chicken from the night before.

Walking outside, Slight saw his freind at the store. That was his favorite spot to hang out, it seemed that he had nothing better to do, than to be posted up at a local liquor store.Feeling true disgust for his now former friend Slight walked on. At school he contemplated on his real freinds. As the teacher handed out progress reports, he saw that he had and F in Biology. "What!" Slight yelled outloud. "I am going to blow his house up" Slight already harbored the deepest animostiy towards that certain teacher.

Rimma, one of his class mates laughed at Slight's remark as if he was kidding."Rimma, I really am going to kill this dumb, worst teacher in the world, don't be surprised if you see on the news that a house has been blow up"

Rimma- You are so crazy

Slight- yes I am, and this teacher is going to find that out the hard way

Rimma- well if there is a reward for your arrest, um yeah I will be forced to collect it if you catch my drift

Slight- I don't mind, in fact I will tell the police that I had every intention of doing it and I will turn myself in, only after I kick his corpse

Teacher- Whoa... I hope you aren't talking about me,

Slight- no, not you, I actually like you and the class, The teacher I'm talking about is dumb, talks extremely toooo much, and he uses soo much paper that he is responsible for deforestation in the Rainforest.

Teacher- laughs

bell rings

As he quickly moved across the rooftops of Little Vegas with his cape billowing behind him Nightwolf thought to himself

"I left New York for this.."

Nightwolf had left the city, his home in search of a better oppurtunity as a hero, he decided to give Vine City a try. As he scampered across the rooftops no small detail missed his eye. Prostitutes were selling themselves on every street corner, men walked out of casinos looking like they may have just lost there life savings, Nightwolf was intrigued by the city. More so he was interested in the hero/villian activity occuring nearly everywhere. In every alleyway, every dangorous place there was a villian to be found, With every villian there seemed to be a hero trying to stop them...

Nightwolf was exhilarated at the prospect of making his name in this city. Then in the darkness Nightwolf heard gunfire. "Here we go again" said Nightwolf, as he scampered off into the night, ready to take down any adversary that might stand in his way.

the inner city
Its starts with a loud bang in a small bank as masked mobsters run for safety the police arrive late as always.
Only this time is different as their S.F.A buses get thrown around like toys killing most of them present.
All the criminal`s escaped leaving only a button as a clue.

the Financial sector
In a presentation a young Yoshua is trying to sell a unique cocktail recipe that goes perfectly with kosjer tapas.
To a room full of slag bag old timers from a alcohol business who`ve let him fly over all the way from Manchester.
He did well till the meeting was abruptly stopped by the same goons who robbed the bank earlier.
It seemed that they where looking for rubert hankterb the son of the owner.
And so it ended in a hell fire of bullets all the ones present where counted dead for by the criminals.

As they left Yoshua stood up from under the numerous bodies and changed instantly into who he really was
Kha Tha La and went in high pursuit only to find the floor abandoned.
He did a wise bidding as he lets himself fall out of the window uses his wings to land in front of the building.

To meet his op-posers they where six obviously enhanced humans five of them kept him busy.
While the sixth made a swift escape holding four computers fighting trough the mobster with  ease.
He discover that every time he touched them they disintegrate to sand he goes over to plan B.
As a god he has the power to control heat he lifts the heat to 10.000*C turning them to glass.
Then its only a matter of breaking them

Paradise Plaza
Really p!ssed off he rushes to the home of Rubert at Paradise Plaza only to find himself to late the man is dead.
Murdered by being used as a note book his whole body was covered with ancient texts from way before Atlantis.
So it couldnt be Code:Red.
Luckily he is even more ancient than that he begins to read the text till the chest area to find clues.
The texts leads to a maffia boss named Niacho Saroluni 
who turns out to be in league with the higher demons who make the devil look like a teletubbie.

again the inner city  
Since the idiot was stupid enough to write the address on his victim Kha Tha La easely found the place of evil.
He fought trough the small-fry`s like they weren't even there only to meet the sixth on the bottom floor.
The guy turned out to be Niacho the lead guy himself.
Niacho said he only was a puppet for his gods since they couldn't come to this world yet.
Shocked at the mere thought of high lord demons coming to earth he became so angered
Heating the room to 100.000*C melting everthing around him he took his sword and cuts Niacho in tiny pieces.

the Financial sector
With the police called victims avenged and the murderers dead there was only one thing he wanted now
Go home but with the people who should have paid his ticket dead he had no way to go so......
He went to the top of highest building in the city and jumps reliving his favorite movie The Crow.
WOOOHOOOO!!! he breaks his fall halfway the building to fly for England.

A experiment in teleportation was about to begin, the scientists hopeful that it would allow man kind to instantly travel to other places in the universe, and possibly beyond it.    They flipped some switches and pressed several buttons as their assistants took notes on the effect, soon the gate opened and it a swirling gray field opened showing the intended destination, a Lab in another part of the city, then the portal turned a Hellish Red, and All Hell broke loose literally.   All the Tormented Souls of the Damned began clawing their way to the portal, just waiting for this moment.   And the Spearhead of this Assualt was lead by the Cyberdaemon, for all the demons, daemons, and devils in the lower planes had waited to attack our material world once more, and they had finally gotten the chance.   The Massive beast let loose a horrific roar as it Charged through the gates accompanied by many other Fiends who quickly attacked the Laboratory, The Cyberdevil Itself took the chance to blast a hole through the wall and entered the open city.   

Hell had come to earth, and this time it would do so by storm, no more honorable challenges, no more pity, no more mercy, only slaughter.   The Cyberdaemon reared up and roared to the Heavens, roaring a promise of utter Doom  to the material world of Earth.    The beast began to charge forward with the force of a runaway train, and ten times the hate.  The massive monster swatted away any and all vehicles and or people that got in it's way with it's massive arms and horns.   It trampled the Innocent beneath it's feet, showing no quarter or pity, and recieving none in return from the police, who fired vainly at the Beast, the %1 of the damage from their bullets that managed to pass the shields bouncing off it's armor.   Then the Cyberdaemon stopped it's hellish charge and unleashed a rocket barrage at the police cars causing firey death and destruction.  

S.W.A.T soon arrived and they unloaded their M-16's ammunition at The Cyberdaemon at full auto, occasionally firing the 40mm shells from their underslung grenade launchers.    The puny 5.56mm bullets from the M-16's did little other than annoy the Daemon, the Shells were what sealed their fates.   As the large slugs impacted and exploded upon it's shield's the %1 of the energy that passed through caused discomfort and pain to the Daemon, who soon responded with it's 12 barrelled gatling shotgun, spraying huge amounts of lead towards the heavily armed S.W.A.T team, which immediately took cover as back up arrived.  Within minutes, Bounty Hunters, Fire Fighters, Cvilians, nameless super heroes, Villigantes,  Police men, S.W.A.T teams, and all branches of the Military and Paramilitary and far more began coming in to deal with the Invasion from hell.  

Tanks rolled across the streets crushing cars in their way and rained shells down upon the Demons, and S.W.A.T and the military rained down Grenades and RPG's on the larger Fiends and the Cyberdaemon itself.   The Weapons exploded in a brilliant frenzy upon the monster's shields, and it was responding in full force, with fire balls, missiles, rockets, lasers, shells, particle beams, and bullets.    As more fiends began pouring out of the portals they began to wreak havok in the city.

After the Assassination at the hospital the black dragon return to his place, he was hurt Badly after the nasty fall he leans on the wall sulking holding his right shoulder seems like the fall had dislocate it. Red walks through the living room heading to the entrance to the kitchen and puts his shoulder against the edge of the wall breathing rapidly he brace himself. He lets go of a loud sigh and slams his shoulder against the wall, the sound of his bone conjoining back into place is heard loudly while Red falls kneeled against the wall holding in the pain tilting his head forward sulking, “Sonovab!tch!” he shouts angrily.

Red then comes out of the shower whit only a towel covering him scars and bullet wounds can be seen on his body along whit resent bruises marked all over his body. The black dragon then dress up getting ready for bed, he knows he is going to really feel those bruises the next day. He open a drawer and grabs a pill bottle and takes four painkillers. He then gets into bed and lays looking up at the ceiling for a brief moment. The ceiling has a mirror he can see the whole bed, he reach out with his right arm to the other side of the bed, closing his eyes, flashbacks. He can see images of a murdering it seem to be him killing a woman while a man was handcuffed to the bed, Red can be seen chasing the woman giving her a slight wound and laughing. Red snaps out of it while a tear drops from his eyes. Red then claps twice and the lights switch off. “I get to the bottom of this!”           

Voltio after escaping the laboratories that created him was on a row of destruction all over the city. "MORE.... MORE POWER!" shouted the power addict while shifting to his liquid form he slides through the ground and like a snake he crawl all the way to the light post transformers, by spreading his liquid form all over the surface of the transformers he makes contact (Electric shock) his liquid form is turn into pure light and began absorbing the electricity.  The whole block is left without energy.

The people run in terror from the area screaming at the abomination that was feeding on the electric power, four police patrols arrive at the area and get in ready position behind their car doors, the lead agent screams out, “Secure the perimeter!” one of the guards look at the living organism on the transformers. “What in god’s name is that?”the guard ask in amazement watching the liquid form Voltio just feeding on electric energy.

The lead agent was not sure what to do, “Sir? Any orders?” one of the guard aiming at the light post awaits the command of his ranking officer. “Shoot it..” the guard looks at the other police and shouts “OPEN FIRE!” the other guards were not sure and taking a small delay they then start firing at Voltio.

(BA-BANG..BA-BANG..BA-BANG..BA-BANG..BA-BANG..BA-BANG..BA-BANG..BA-BANG..)

Voltio got shot several times and he yelp at the pain by the gun shots but yet he was getting what he wants “energy” he did not mind the pain. “Cease fire! Hold your fire!” the lead agent then waits to see what had happen to the creature but it was as calm as he had been the whole time, the agent has a closer look and notice the bullet holes were just refilling whit black liquid and that it just kept feeding “what is this thing?” the Agent ask himself, he then walks back and gets in the patrol and calls the department

“This is Agent Dan Hartwell call the electric Co. order them cut off the energy to the whole block, repeat cut of the energy!”

Hartwell then gets off the phone and out the patrol he ran back to the trunk of the car and grabbed a combat shotgun and yank it, “What ever you are you are mine.”

Electric company

{Cut off the energy? Very well.}

The man from the electric company order the workers to cut of the block’s power, mistake.

back at the scene

The living organism then stops sparkling and it seems to notice the power fading out the tendrils expand from it “There is movement on the light post!everyone step back!” Voltio then drops down as a stream of liquid to the ground right in front of the guard “YAAAAARGHT!” the tendril expand all around, one of the officers was stepping back and says “I think we pissed him off”

“OPEN! FIRE!!”

The police ones again shot a barrage of bullets at the living organism filling its liquid shape full of holes “Yarrr!!!!” the liquid Voltio splashes on the pavement “Cease fire!”
Guard on the back ground “Did we get it?” Agent Hartwell open his hand and waves making a sign for the officers to stand down, they all do as order and wait while Hartwell steps in. the agent walks to the apparently vanquished life form and he steps op Voltio’s liquid trail, the creature seems to have been destroyed. Hartwell turns around “What the hell was that thing?” he ask his fellow officers but then he notice they are all in shock, another guard gives the order “OPEN FIRE!” “What are you nuts?” questions the unaware Hartwell but then he looks back over his shoulders “AAAAAAAAAH!” the police shoot at the beast but this one just wraps itself on Hartwell and squeeze him trying to suffocate him then it lets out a massive discharge, the muffled scream of agony coming from the trapped Hartwell who was still fighting but then “YARP!” many bullets impact Voltio. The bullets went right through its liquid form killing agent Hartwell in the inside of Voltio.

The symbiotic looking creature releases Hartwell and a loud screeching laughter can be heard coming from it “You all DIE!”the creature lit itself on great amount of voltage and spread itself across the whole location grabbing the officers shocking them to death, a terrible faith to the Vine city police.

The creature the heard more police coming but that was not its interest, All it wants is power. stretching itself it flows down through a drain staying away from the sewer water it just kept crawling through the ceiling heading to another location.

"MORE POWER!!!!!!!"