Vine Civil War 08

Blade-man looked about confused then realized he should take out Demo.He aimed his BPRD pistol at  Demo and pulled the trigger.

Lothlorien water is one of the most powerful demon repelling substances ever known to any species.It consisted of water taken from Mirkwood forest,enchanted by high elves.It is  used as a summoning spell to fight off Ring wraiths,but a few humans have taken the water and used it as a lethal weapon against demons.It proved more effective then holy water but was limited.

Compressed Light  is used normally in wizard's lanterns to light the way but was also recognized as a powerful demon repelling substance.It is not used to kill demons but ward them off.

White oak was taken from a grove of trees that could grow up to 190 meters tall.It was used to as bullets and other weapons when fighting demons.

Unfortunately for Demosapien,those materials were exactly what the bullet was made out of as it struck him in the leg.

FT:That will not be fatal but will really hurt.

"Yeah, I registered. Like a good little soldier, goose stepping along to Jean der fuhrers orders. But I couldn’t keep going like that. Didn't have the stomach for it. They're chaining us Red, locking us up so they can throw away the key and slowly but surely the day is coming where our kind can’t find a place in this world anymore. I won’t be part of it. I won’t lose my freedom for another few years of living in servitude."

"So how are we going to do this Red? I ain't coming quietly and something tells me that no amount of fancy speaking on my part is gonna turn you against Gambler and his little club. So I guess we've got no choice but to settle it the old fashioned way, fists and fangs. Ready when you are."

Esther held her gaze on the computer screens before her. She moved her hand effortlessly across the screen, signaling the computer to switch browsers. 

The lord of the balrogs summoned more of his kind, two to be exact, who would arrive in a matter of minutes, while fighting off the rain.  Meanwhile the Nazgul were wreaking absolute havok amongst the resistance, slaughtering members left and right, they were amongst the most feared of the cape killers, one can drive them off, but no man born of woman could kill them off for good.  They would always flee if damaged though, and their mounts had destroyable frames.   And not many could take on multiple. 

The Ring wraiths and their Fell drakes were far deadlier than any F-22 raptor or f-35 lightning 2 jet.     Khamul, formerly the absolute ruler of the men from the east, known as the easterlings, was second in mastery of magic only to the witch king himself.  He lead the ring wraiths on a airborne rain of destruction.   To distinguish himself from the other ring wraiths, he wore a crown, not a helmet crown as the witch king wore, but just a Mithril crown. 

The Witch Viceroy wrought chaos and darkness amongst the resistance, truly it was beginning to become their darkest hour.   He enjoyed every face of panic he brought, if one could see his face, it would be smiling.  He passed by a F-35 lightning 2 *F-22's aren't able to be brought on carriers, f-35's are* and Looked at the pilot, and his fell drake roared at the pilot to move out of it's way, which the agile replacement of the harrier did quite readily.   "The machines of men are as frail and clumsy as their hearts" remarked Khamul as the pilot moved away.  

Then the Nazgul split up, each one looking for a opponent.  Khamul was searching for his.   And the lord of the easterlings would not be denied of a worthy opponent, no matter what poor sap he had to step on to do so.   And his gleaming crown's black as night diamond in the center then sparkled with hate and loathsomeness. 


At Barad-dur in Mordor, Sauron's eye, which existed even though Sauron was holding the original ring on his finger, was beginning to look at san fransisco, the giant, flaming, red, lidless eye with it's terrifying cat like slit pupil stared at the battle, it looked at Gambler, Demosapien, Gothmog, his first nine of the now thousands of Nazgul, Kurrent, Morte Rapida, Siphon, man of forever, and all individuals in san fransisco, even if only for a few moments.   Sauron himself stood ready to take a more, personal hand in the civil war, after all, he had come to the aid of Gambler in the battle of Pennsylvania avenue.  He would help the ruler once more.   He mounted on a Fell drake and took off from Barad-dur, entrusting the command of Mordor too another Nazgul. 

she was punching the ground hard,everytime a huge wave erupted from the punch working as a wripple effect. She was sweating on her for head had wet patches under her arms,her hair was a mess,her eyes were dimmed with determination and eye brows arched with hate. it would be then end of all those who had opposed the new registartion act . The clouds above hayden became black symbolizing her intentions.....everytime she punched the veins in her muscles bulged soon someone had glanced at what she was doing it was a contruction worker about 5 feet he ran over to her and tried to stop her like the masses of people she had killed already,she would be the last person he saw.

hey! lady what the hell are you doin! he said running over to her but before he could reacher her,her eyes turned a opaque black she used her heat control to raise the man's blood temeperature he dropped to his knees she then very sadistically asked him how does it feel to be a human volcano! she shot an electric current into his body at first his heart speed up beating really quickly.

thump thum thump thump thump thump....finally slowing down and from the pressure of the heat he exploded ha! next time bastard make sure you check your health before challenging Hayden Lorena Miles!

she continued punching at the ground until she sensed a presence not one that the human had presented before but another a powerful one...but her plan was completle she had ignited the ring of fire a huge 7.1 earthquake moved up and down the west coast of the united states in the pacific the mightly dormant volacanoes awakened and began erupting it's fury in the pacfic rim. in asia a huge wave began to formulate and it was aiming for the small country of Laos.

I attacked using earth fire,and water now it's time for the hevans to attack extending her hand she called to her spaceship that was in orbit around the earth Final armageddon! a huge comet had broken through the earth's atmospshere...and it wasnt just one it was millions of them falling on the earth like outter space was raining.

else where in the world

a super hero who was from scotland had just brought some criminals to justice he had exited a local pub and began to fly away soon as he took of he was hit by a huge comet  hayden's attack were aiming at all heros who did not register.

back in san fransico

hayden heared something wizzing towards her she looked up to see a spiked wheel heading towards her threw her wrist up to block it and the wheel broke her flesh causing her to bleed from her wrist.
and who might you be! she said staring in anger. it was a man with a dark cloak on from his breathing patterns he appeared to be angry. Hayden took a guess that he was here to avenge sha hayden's mind tricks began. first without his awarness she tried to raise his sorrow using her emotion control next she shot a huge dark beam it headed straight for him kicking up dust so he could'nt see her. when she felt the time was right she transformed herself into sha and appeared behind him.

sonic burst! she said and a huge blast shot from her hands towards the back on terry. the force from the attack was powerful knocking hayden back a few feet. her hazel eyes grew brighter as the blast made a huge orb and then began to push out destroying the already in bad shape earth.

she said to him. remember.....death is the soul's final resting place...nothing you...feral..angelic reaper...kurrent..or even gambler will escape!

White Phantom was mildly impressed by what The Hotness had done, but not much. It would take more then ice breath to bring him down. And yet, The Hotness was still a major threat. But White Phantom was aware of his weaknesses. And one of them was magic.

In his next attack, White Phantom used his animation powers. As that power was magic, so everything it animated was magic. Once again, White Phantom raised water from the ocean. However, instead of forming a whirlpool, the water formed into a fleet of battleships, each one armed with dozens of cannons. The cannons fired missiles, though missiles made of water. At first glance water missiles would seem to be nothing more then an annoyance, but really, White Phantom had infused them with mystic energy, enabling them to blast through titanium like butter. And because it was the water of the ocean that became the missiles, the cannons could fire a relentless barrage, never running out of firepower, never ceasing until the Lucifer commanded it. The cannons instantly began to fire on The Hotness, and they would rotate to blast at him wherever he went, and because they were magic, The Hotness' powers would be helpless against the missiles and the ships.


Of course, White Phantom had to prepare a welcome for the arrival of another foe by the name of Lady Death. So using his phoenix energy, the Warrior of Light created dozens of war planes, each armed and ready to fire whenever Lady Death appeared. And since the planes were made of phoenix energy, they were immune to Lady Death's powers, as was White Phantom. But phoenix energy weakened Lady Death, so if even one of the blasts from the planes hit her, it would sap her power. However, unlike their last battle, White Phantom had adjusted his power so that the balance of life and death would not be destroyed even if he used life to destroy Lady Death's power. And even though his ships and planes were geared to attack The Hotness and Lady Death, they would attack any member of The Initiative on command or if attacked. Ha, I'd like to see them get through that unscathed.


White Phantom also set up several other lines of defense to call on at a moments notice if need be. He animated the trees to fire their leaves like missiles, missiles which were as strong and magic as the ones fired by the ships. He created other planes of lightning and fire, each of which fired their respective element with strength equal to the other weapons, but kept them cloaked with his mental powers. He did the same with his tanks of earth, which fired boulders as strong as the other weapons. Yes sir, Id like to see these pro-registration guys get through this unscathed. Yes indeed.

The Air Craft carrier was now the battle ground for an epic war carrying significant repercussions depending on the victor.  After napalming the entire island and destroying the historic landmark known as Alcatraz killing thousands, the Crafty Cajun needed to be ended.  Gambler was not a predictable mark, you had no idea what this man was going to do next, and that was the specific aspect which encouraged Morte to act sooner than expected.  Being trapped on a battle vessel full of enemy reinforcements was not a tactical advantage.  There was nothing else to be done, the silent assassin could not afford to postpone for a strategic advantage.  The King of Kings had the control to do more than just random acts of violence; the thought of Gambler in his current mind frame having untested access to the United States' nuclear arsenal was reason enough to attack even at a less opportunistic time.  Morte knew the ones who followed the HFC leader would be showing up momentarily.  He had to do as much damage as he could.  The Elusive Warrior was packed with cerchi, even though he was still disguised as a special agent in uniform.  He had hidden sashes and pocket compartments developed into the expensive material used to tailor his suit.  Gambler was not going to be easy to get to due to his current position as Commander in Chief.  His people would be surrounding him at all times.  Morte's com link was emitting a tracking signal allowing only Mobb Deep Affiliates to receive the signal through encrypted channels.  He knew that Kurrent was near and Acer was not that far behind, but part of him did not want them to show up.  He wanted the honor of dropping the Living Legend himself not worrying about letting his comrades see how cold he can be.

All of the heroes who aligned themselves with the resistance were on the attack.  Gambler gave the window of opportunity for the heroes to begin the offensive force which has been months in the making.  No more hiding, no more fear, it was time to separate the men from the boys so to speak.  It was utter chaos in the city, looting, and theft began as Alcatraz still lay under fire and people losing their lives.  Gambler would pay, he had to.

After taking out The Presidential Personal Security Detail  the determined ninja turned his sites on his primary target.  He had battled the Living Legend in past occasions.  He knew of his maneuvering capabilities, he had the Cajun's timing memorized, and understood the principle of his kinetic possibilities.  Gambler was a difficult opponent because he kept you on your toes.  The New Orleans native was the type of warrior who adjusted his style to compensate for his disadvantages against whomever he was combating.  This was an admirable and skillful quality in which The Living Weapon shared with him.

Expect the unexpected, this was the continued mind frame of Morte as he was about to battle his dangerous adversary in an environment which did not favor the hero.   The Ninjan Warrior could see Gambler allowed the chopper with Kiara to leave.  He kept eye contact with his nemesis as he clapped with a mischievous grin upon his face.  Morte completely focused on his environment as well as monitoring every twitch of every muscle the Cajun created.  The Mobb Deep Affiliate was prepared to take out the entire initiative if need be.  Anyone who followed the president after his merciless actions was just as guilty in the assassin’s eyes.   While on the landing deck all the Air Force and Navy personnel began to take notice.  As the death dealer was facing the maniacal tyrant he spoke -

" You have gone too far this time Cajun, we settle this hear and now" - Morte

After finishing his short statement Morte instantly began darting toward his enemy with incredible speed.  He could see while in motion that Gambler positioned his footing and began charging as well.  Both men were fighting with pure emotion, as the two were quickly moving toward each other it was redolent of a fuse burning at both ends only to explode once the spark joined.  Once his mark was in striking range, Morte instantly leaped of his left leg positioning his body for a Wushu derived modified hyper twisting Butterfly Kick.  This is an aerial attack which you use the leg opposite of the striking leg to twist your body while airborne creating the illusion of a false strike, then whipping the striking leg around to make contact.  The skilled martial artist performed this kick with a hyper twist allowing him to land on the same leg he leaped off of.  The degree of difficulty in this attack is great, but with the momentum it creates it causes a powerful blow once landed.
                                                                                      
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After performing his aerial precisioned strike, Morte landed into a Taiho-Jitsu stance and began to stalk his enemy once more.

Slinger and his men were busy at their work surveying the island that was once a prison, now turned into a pile of rubble. Their orders were to find any unregistered superhumans that may have survived and arrest them. Not work that Slinger found very rewarding, he would much rather have had this not happen at all. This isn't the way this should have been done! He thought, gritting his teeth and pulling a large piece of debris away from the area where the press conference was held earlier that day.

All the agents had found so far were dead news crews and civilians, it didn't seem like there was even one "super" on the island. A helicopter flew bye over head, it was military from the look of it, heading away from the carrier that the president was supposed to have landed on. Looking closer, Slinger could even make out the presidential seal on the side, Gambler must've decided it wasn't safe enough in the area. Coward, he's retreating already. Just then there was a blast coming from the island, it was one of the missiles from the airstrike that had failed to explode on impact and unexpectedly went off. The shock wave shook the island but worse was what it did to the helicopter.

The tail rotor was sawed clean off as a large piece of sheer steel was rocketed through the air like a giant razor-blade aimed directly for it. Slinger watched as the chopper plummeted to the earth with memories of his own last ride in a helicopter vivid in his mind. He quickly sprang to action, "Everyone stay here and continue the mission, you guys have the training, you should be able to take down any supers you may encounter. Don't be heroes though, if you get into trouble call for back up. I've got a flight to catch." I'll say one thing for being a cape killer, James though as he fired up the jump pack on his lightly armored suit, you sure do get some cool toys!

Slinger hurtled through the air, trying his best and going as fast as he could to reach the doomed helicopter, but he could only go so fast and wasn't able to make it until the wounded whirlybird was exploding into pieces around him as it impacted with the water, it was also at this point that he noticed someone leaping from the copter and into the water. Parts went everywhere, spraying the young knight with shrapnel that ripped through his suit causing minor injuries to his legs and abdomen, but he couldn't leave the crash site yet, not until he recovered any survivors. He would have to press on, through the pain.

Sir James cut his jets and dove in the chilly bay, fluids from the downed aircraft caused the water to be murky and made it difficult to see. He searched for the person who narrowly escaped the crash, but wasn't able to spot anything until finally he saw a red trail leading down into the depths. Slinger dove down, kicking his legs as hard and fast as he could, luckily the water wasn't too deep or he might not have made it. At the bay floor James was finally able to spot the victim of the crash pinned beneath the cockpit of the chopper. He braced himself between the ocean floor and the wreckage and was able to slowly move the debris out of the way, despite the agony in his legs, and free the woman.

Now finding it difficult to hold his breath any longer, Slinger was ready to resurface. He held on tightly to the woman and ascended rapidly, I hope I don't get a case of the bends from this. He made it to the surface with a loud gasp, replenishing the air supply in his lungs. He lit his jets once again, using them to pull him and the woman from the water and back to the closest area of dry land, Alcatraz Island. There, he lay the woman on her back and checked for a pulse, it was there, but it was faint, and she wasn't breathing. "C'mon, breath for me!" Slinger was shouting to the woman as he began CPR after radioing his unit for a medical evacuation.

Sauron soon arrived, bringing a palpable aura of despair and fear into the air, as if all hope had been lost, and he dismounted.   Sauron arrived sooner than the Nazgul for he was either a Higher order of Maiar or a lesser order of Valar.  He was above Even Gothmog.  Second only to morgoth, who's dark shadow was starting to be cast over the world.   The resistance heroes that where were he arrived turned to face him. 

And much like he did in the war of the last alliance and the battle of Pennsylvania avenue, he began sending dozens of them flying with each stroke of his Mace sword.  The ones closest to him were struck first, a flash of blinding white light accompanied each blow he made, and the sound of a great and sudden gust of wind was sounded each time he struck them.  One blow, two blows.   Then the dark lord raised his mace into the air, sending all the men within ten feet of him flying, if he took the form of something that had a visible face, he would be smiling.   Then he put his hands on the edge of his mace and struck twice, one strike to the left, one strike to the right.  He had already cut through at least sixty, powerless but still formadible heroes. 

Then sauron's Fell drake screeched sending the heroes running in fear.  The Dark lord of Mordor then turned to one hero who resisted the fear, he was wearing a powered armor suit, though not anywhere even close to being on the level of Spartan 177, Iron man, or Samus, it was still giving him the foolish idea that his technology can trump Sauron's magic.  The man fired on sauron's chest, the blast smoked the armor, but did little to harm him, sauron then almost as an afterthought struck him with his mace sending the man flying into a wall and breaking every bone in the man's body.  "Ash nazg durbatulûk, ash nazg gimbatul, ash nazg thrakatulûk, agh burzum-ishi krimpatul."  Spoke the dark one in black speech.  If translated it would say "One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them, One Ring to bring them all, and in the darkness bind them." 

Sauron then stepped on the man's head, crushing it between his armored foot, and his brain splattered on the wall with a moistened glint as the smell of something from a tannery cart, pulled from a reeking pile of garbage, was rubbed into month old meat, and then thrown into a pool of vomit, began to fill the air.   Then the lord of mordor proceeded to Search san fransisco for anyone else foolish enough to challenge him.   Though there were a great many who could rival him in power, it was certainly none of these nameless fools.

The surrounding sounds slowly began to fade, his vision began to tunnel, and his focus was undisturbed. Nothing else mattered as the Cajun raced towards his destiny and the greatest martial arts practitioner he had ever encountered. Gambler’s straight forward charge began to take shape, and as he raised his left arm bringing his shield around it soon became clear he was mimicking the movements of the Hero of Heroes, Andfrene.

Acting within fractions of a second the Living Legend dropped down to his knees and leaned back, allowing his momentum to spin him around in a 180 degree turn underneath the now airborne Death Angel Assassin. Time seemed to slow to a crawl as Morte sailed over Gambler in a beautifully executed Butterfly Kick, only to speed up as he landed, instantly transitioning into Taiho-Jitsu stance.

Spinning up to his feet Gambler was smiling in his ever so arrogant way. Before cocking back and swinging his shield violently towards the assassin’s head. Suddenly the Carrier shifted violently as the sounds of an explosion rang out across the bay. Shards of metal and debris came flying outta nowhere. Pieces of tail rudder embed themselves in several near by Sentinels causing them to fall off the massive deck into the darkest reaches of the bay. Others ripped through the pilot house instantly killing the Captain and his First Mate. Whirling down into a crouching position the King of Spades utilized his shield to protect most of his body like the Spartans of old.

Without so much as raising an eyebrow he looked on as the Queen of Diamonds ejected herself from the disabled Chopper plummeting into the water below. Only to be struck in the head and disappear out of sight. By now the fire from the pilot house had spread causing it to collapse in on itself, sending the crew scrambling to evacuate any an all they could. Defiantly Gambler tossed the shield off the side of the now listing vessel.  Immediately any available Sentinels flew to side of the ship and began to right it.

“Fight or Flight” Gambler thought to himself.

No more games, no more putting on the act of patriotism. It was time to get back to the basics. With a snap of his wrists five kinetically charged cards instantly appeared fanned out in his fingers. The purple energy rolling off them and trailing up into the air.

Using a side arm motion the King of Kings unleashed the cards, before using slight of hand to load up five more, and send them flying using the same arm only in a backhanded motion. There was no doubt Morte was in a class all his own. Only two men had ever struck fear in the Cajun’s heart, one was now dead, and the other was standing in front of him. In their previous match ups Gambler’s pride had caused him to fight the infamous Mobb Deep affiliate on his terms. This time however there was to much at stake. The HFC, the Presidency, his Wife,  his Son.

It was time to evolve, time to take the game to another level. Reinvent not only his tactics but his strategy as well. A villain of versatility. He had a virtual library of moves at his finger tips and it was time to use them in new and creative ways. It was time to take Morte’s world apart.

"Here!"

Akira reached for small circular disc and distributed them to his team and began to explain.

"These are teleporters,use them whenever you can to move from place to place and get out of different situations.Now Move out!"

Sauron detected someone using the power of flames, another hero to smash and crush under his foot.   The dark lord of mordor mounted his Fell drake and took off towards the area.  The massive scaly beast rose up into the air and lifted off.   Heading for the abandoned industrial district, The fell drake incinerated any non registrees that got in it's way.   Sauron then entered the area and surveyed the squad and risky.   His frame stood twelve feet tall, and every square inch of it was armored.  

His crown of blades gleamed in the sunlight, and his ring, inscripted with the words "Ash nazg durbatulûk, ash nazg gimbatul, ash nazg thrakatulûk, agh burzum-ishi krimpatul."  written in black speech.  It translated into "One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them, One Ring to bring them all, and in the darkness bind them."   The dark one turned to face the quivering officer, and the fear of sauron's gaze was far stronger than the fear of what the soldier was feeling.   

It was supernatural, unholy, profane amounts of fear.  It was beyond panic, it was dreadful.  And absolutely horrifying to the man.  "who are the ones attacking you," spoke the dark one in a deep yet raspy voice that sounded like a whispering volcano.  the soldier tried to see eye to eye with sauron but saw that instead of eyes being in the eyeholes there was only a dark abyss of utter blackness.   And this only scared the man more.    Sauron may have been with the registration act but he was a terrifying commander to all he met. 

Khamul was surveying the area and he vaporized another squad of resistors with but another fire ball spell.   Khamul hardly cared for any innocents who got caught in the way, he had no fear, for no man born of woman can kill a nazgul, only a woman who's mother had died in child birth or an asexual creature or one created and was genderless could slay him for good, but he could be driven off and he almost always would if his Fell drake was injured.   And being lit on fire also repelled him.   The vile Nazgul was soaring throughout the area.    As Morgoth drew ever closer to the world, drawn by the killing, a palpable sense of something of incredible evil and power approaching awashed everyone.      

Meanwhile Sauron had gotten the information he needed out of the man, they were attacked by someone named ronin.  Then the dark lord once more mounted his fell drake and took off, he soon caught up to Khamul and then another Nazgul came, the third in command of the ring wraiths, to form sauron's wing mates.  As the three flew across san fransisco searching for any pockets of resistance, and when they found them, they clamped down hard on them.     

In the void of space, Morgoth and his armies drew ever closer, for the end times were nearing, the end of the universe as mortals knew it would come, all mythologies are correct on what will happen at the end of the world, The giants will invade asgard as the demons come out of the abyss and the devils crawl out of hell to wage war on the heavens, the titans will break free from Tarterus, Morgoth will return to the world, and the great old ones will awaken once more as the stars become right once more and release their minions upon the world.   

Meanwhile two balrogs had arrived to assist gothmog, their wings beat with unholy grace as they soared to assist their lord.   For the average person, it was the apocalypse and it was certainly not pretty.  Fire ravaged the country side, shadow engulfed the city, ash choked the life out of hope, and dust covered the town.    The battle had reached a climax.   The civil war was engulfing all of america.

   Sauron's eye at Barad-dur in mordor saw the conflict, the deaths, the screams, the suffering and gained unholy joy out of it.  

The Hottness proceeded to use his super sonic speed to get the innocent bystanders to safety. Leaving the Hott Flies to pull security, the People’s Champ had Sha Shell (the Artificial intelligence, who works in the Hott Chamber) monitoring the situation back at and Gambler’s Carrier. Sha Shell updates him that a number of Hott Fliers lost radio comms, and one had broken off from the designated area. The Hott Fliers engaged two sentinels then clashed… With the last civilian safe, the champion of champions heads to the last given position of the solo Hott Flier. 

(With the Ship in Sight) 

A lone Sentinel stands in The Hottness’ way…

"Omega 1, the President is  engage in battle. No one is clear to land."

"NO one clears The Hottness to do anything you soulless machine!"the hot one’s eyes light up a dark red.

The Champion of Champions changes at the sentinel…

Sauron flew over to the ship where gothmog, and two balrogs were fighting demosapien to the demon away from gambler.   Sauron's fell drake quickly flew over at mach two, as fast as a f-22's normal speed and with much more agility.  Sauron and the two accompanying nazgul landed on the Air craft carrier and dismounted.  They observed the area and he observed the hottness fighting a sentinel.  "Why do you fight the engines of your leader's war machine?  Are you planning on betraying him?  The civil war has spread across the world, other leaders of other countries have found the registration act to be attractive and have followed suit, thus spreading this war across the planet." said the dark lord.   

Sauron then spoke again "The darkness is rising, the light is failing, the apocalypse is coming, the demons of the abyss, the daemons of hades, the devils of the hells crawl out of their pits, the titan's begin to break free of Tarterus, the Giants begin to ready themselves to attack Asgard, the Great old ones are stirring, Pandorymn is beginning to become free, and Morgoth is coming to Arda, which your kind and the race of men incorrectly call earth, and the final battle of armegeddon is coming, And the hordes of the true dreadnaught are soon to become free as the barriers that hold them begin to decay.  Join the shadow and it may spare you.  Reject the shadow and the darkness will consume you" said sauron in a deep, yet whisper like voice in a overall tone of a soon to be prophecy. 

Siphon continued to soar over the chaos occurring in San Francisco.  He felt a cold chill approach him. He turned around to see a a creature so vile and evil that it seemed evil was what it's body was formed from, only armor made his appearance. Lifting it's helmet, it spoke"Why do you protect the weak?  I learned the error in doing so over 12,000 years ago, I was once a great king of men and the greatest mortal sorcerer of my time, but Sauron showed me the flaws in my reign, he showed that Angmar was not a country for the well being of the weak, but a nation for the benefit of the strong.  Join me and I will show you what your abilities should be truly used for."  Siphon knew that this was just another pawn of evil. ''You've been corrupted by evil and it has made you something else.  I've been there and I know the power feels good now..but it will be your downfall. What will you do when your master is defeated and he flees from everything you believe in now? I will not join you . Mankind has it's flaws, but they have heart and that's what makes us strong''

"No man born of woman can kill me, you can make me flee, but no more, and if it would be my downfall do you not think that would have happened before?  I have seen many like you come and by with nothing so much as a footnote in the annals of history, and the hearts of men are easily corrupted" said the witch king as his fell drake was beating silently, the voice of the witch king seemed to be the voice of winter's chill itself, and each word he spoke seemed to be a breath of old man winter itself.  "Remember my words, power is a weapon, not a shield" said the witch king as his fell drake turned back and flew.  

Then the balrogs flew overhead their Huge frames filling the air with flames as they passed by to stop demosapien.  then the witch king turned around to face siphon once more "I believe I should tell you,  even my master Sauron has a master, his name is Morgoth, He is like the being you called Satan, and he served Eru, God's brother and equal,  He used to be called Melkor, he envied the power Eru had, thus he fell from grace a long time before Satan did.   And Morgoth has once ravaged the world you know as earth, the true name of this being arda, He is coming again, hide your presence, for his wrath will be great" said The witch king as a second wave of palpable evil dwarfing that of Gothmog, Sauron, and the witch king combined.    

In the void the Shadow of morgoth passed by Morgoth's shadow broke the heliopause, where the solar wind of the tiny star known as the sun and it's two companion stars, a red dwarf known as nemesis one and a brown dwarf known as nemesis two, was overpowered by the solar wind of other stars.  And formed a massive visible field of brilliant energy, much like a cosmic bubble of light.   The shadow of morgoth broke this bubble for a brief moment, a barrier created by Eru and God to keep those imprisoned in the void of space imprisoned.  A mortal could easily penerate these bubbles but not a banished creature.  However the light was suffering a lapse, and Morgoth could slip through.   His malevolence was nearing the world in the shape of a great comet of fire and ice.    


"He is near, he will arrive in less than a years time, prepare for the apocalypse, the titans will come out of tarterus, the giants will storm asgard, the demons from the abyss and the devils from hell will crawl out of their pits, the great old ones will awaken, Pandorymn will be freed, and Morgoth will come once more" said The witch king as he left the field.   

*hooray for foreshadowing!*

Siphon heeded the creature's words carefully. He did not fear it or it's masters. He, if no one else, would take on this Morgoth and send it back to the dark depths from whence it came. He watched as the creature fled the scene on it's gargantuan winged beast.  He couldn't help but wonder what this creatures were and how they came to be. Siphon had encountered one that had seemed to be a slave to Gambler's will. But where were the others? And his fellow members of the resistance? The more he thought about it, the more it seemed like being in this fight, with the resistance or any other allegiance , seemed wrong.

Lady Death has no other motive than to bring him down.  The last battle between them was a plot to make the heroes look badly and it succeeded.  Now Lady Death is free to play with her prey and then demolish him.  The Mistress of Mayhem is out for his blood and the blood of the opposition.

The Living Legend and The Living Weapon was now the main attraction, the military personnel as well as the sentinels formed a circle around the two prolific combatants as if they were enticing the inevitable showdown.  With all that was going on regarding the chaos and destruction, the focus was so intense among the two warriors it seemed as if the rest of the world lowered the volume to accommodate them.  Morte knew he would have to push himself to the limit, not only physically, but morally as well.  The Master of Manipulation was the king of the mountain as far as the criminal underworld was concerned.  There was allot of guilt that should be weighing those cocky shoulders down,  the fact that no conscious showing remorse for the damage and pain the Cajun caused motivated the deadly assassin to complete his mission and remove his current mark from the living.  The Practioner of Precision welcomed the ensuing combat.

Both warriors were students of the game achieving undeniable skill.  Gambler, having been raised in the roughest bayous in the outskirts of New Orleans, learned to use the harsh surroundings of the swampy terrain and live off the land which forced character among him.  The Cajun grew up in an environment which lived by the slogan "Only the strong survive".  Being a mutant in a world which despised him, having to fight, deceit, and take what he needed became a necessity which molded his mindset and honed his mutant abilities to near perfection.  The potential and level of talent this man acquired was completely mind boggling.   You almost had to admire his tenacity and the sheer confidence in which he carried himself.  Fear nor consequence was not an attribute which presented itself in the Cajun's character.  He manipulated his way into the most powerful position in the world, not to many villains have come close to rivaling this accomplishment.  Sheer martial art prowess wasn't going to be enough to defeat such a resourceful and resilient opponent.  Gambler was the type of enemy which tested every aspect of your character as if he were assessing you for weakness, looking for a way to mentally distraught you as well as physically obliteration. 


Morte Rapida on the other hand was raised and groomed almost since birth to become the most proficient instrument in the art of assassination.  He was raised to be a ghost, never complacent or surrendering to the emotional aspect of ending a life, which his training taught was considered to be the fault of a functioning living weapon.  Perfection was mandatory and precision was a ritualistic aspect required from the Monks who raised and trained the man who earned the moniker "Quick Death".   Morte's earliest memories from childhood were of harsh martial arts training in various temples throughout Europe and Asia which specialized in specific styles of ancient and reformed combat.  The young warrior was taught to master numerous styles from the Five Animal Styles to JuJitsu, Shidokan, Bartitsu, Kuk Sool Won, Hapkido as well as many other forms.   The young warrior was forced to train for all of them.   Young Rixon Sole was raised to be dominant in any environment and his mind was exercised as much as the physical aspect of his presence.   It's almost mystical to how the masterful Monks manipulated science and physiology to augment the already extensive qualities the young ninja who would become Morte Rapida attained.  This Ninja Assassin was complex, precise and tactical on the level which garnered no rival. 


Two different backgrounds, two opposite sides of conflict, two diverse yet dissimilar combat arsenals, yet the two warriors resolve and disposition regarding their purpose was both uncanny and similar.  Such distinctive character would inescapably be drawn together.

Both Warriors were on the floating battle fortress, it was Morte who made the first move.  The Ninjan Assassin started to charge his arrogant yet collected opponent.  While closing the distance the elusive warrior entered striking range and leaped into the air.  As he was in motion the technical tactician executed a swift fluid hyper twisted Butterfly kick with intense velocity targeting the head of his long time enemy.  The Crafty Cajun began his charge toward the dark hero as well.  Gambler assumed a defensive position once reaching Morte leaning back giving just enough space which allowed the tactfully performed aerial attack to coast right above him.  The HFC leader positioned his body with grace turning 180 degrees allowing him to face his would-be executioner.  As the skillful ninja landed he quickly transitioned into a loose Taiho-Jitsu stance in preparation for close-quarters combat.  After the famed villain completed his re-positioning he slid up to his feet and cocked his arm back gesturing a violent shield oriented attack.   Gambler swung his shield with an insane intensity which created a razor like projectile soaring towards the Mobb Deep Affiliates head in an attempt at decapitation.  Giving close to no room for error or second thoughts Morte instantly dipped backward in a matrix style stance landing on the top scapula region of his back.  The elusive hero brought his legs upward toward his abdomen as soon as he landed on his back allowing them to create the momentum for a kip-up which was performed in a fluid movement.  As the assassin dipped down for the kip-up the shield soared right over his face. 


After landing on his feet from the defensive maneuver, the sound of explosions rang out.  Suddenly there was a shower of debris and fire.  Metal fragments were raining down on both warriors.  Gambler was able to use his shield to block the numerous projectiles which seemed to be created from an exploding helipcopter.  Morte quickly pulled a concussion cerchi disc and tossed it over his position causing a radial blast which was meant to alter the path of the debris falling toward his position creating an umbrella like concussion wave of expulsed energy.  However it was not entirely successful, a thin metal shard came crashing through the explosive diversion slicing the assassin down his shoulder and upper back before he could adjust.  It created a nasty gash splattering blood over the cement deck of the air craft carrier runway.  It looked as if several sentinels were damaged and even destroyed by falling elements of the destroyed chopper.  The rapid weight transfer from the falling sentinels and destruction caused from the exploding air craft caused the floating fortress to shift rapidly.  Morte quickly regained his balance on the uncertain shifting of the large vessel.  He quickly regained a visual on his target.  The ninja looked on as the Cajun purposely tossed his shield overboard.

The Former Death Angels Assassin grimaced in pain as he focused on blocking the receptors allowing him to feel the freshly acquired gash on his back.  He began to calmly walk toward his opposition with a sense of aggression which seemed both collected and controlled.  Morte flexed the fingers in both hands sprawling them out and them curling them into a fist causing his knuckles to crack reminiscent of Bruce Lee.  As he was closing the distance he noticed hand movement from Gambler, he was charging cards for a kinetic attack.


"Back to your old ways I see.  Good, I intend to break you on your terms" - Morte


Gambler wasted no time and quickly released a kinetically charged 5 card spread toward Morte's position.  Being a renowned strategist among his peers, the dark hero prepared for the chance of kinetic attacks from the Master of Manipulation.  Morte used his scientific knowledge and resources to investigate the King of Kings kinetic abilities.  After their first epic meeting, the silent assassin collected a small metal fragment of a destroyed ambulance that Gambler used as a 6 ton explosive projectile.  Luckily the metal fragment had small trace amounts of the Living Legends signature kinetic molecular residue laced within its composition.  This was enough of a sample to break down and learn it's reactive kinetic properties, charge factors, and determine the  decompostion rate.  The decomposition is a systematic distinction of how high or low the deflageration or detonationan of an explosive originates.  It is an important aspect in classification of any explosive.  Learning the decomposition rate leads to the exact energy release and detonation velocity of the explosive sample.  So with this knowledge from the kinetic sample Morte gathered he was able to develop a decompostion measurement of the detonation rate regarding Gamblers kinetic charge (he had Gamblers kinetic charge timing).  The only unpredictable portion of this defensive Intel Morte gathered was the charge factor.   For energy to be explosive a chemical reaction must occur, it's scientifically impossible for it not to.  For a chemical reaction to occur, a noticeable number of molecules must have energy equal or greater than the activation energy (activation energy is the minimum amount of energy necessary for a chemical reaction to occur).  The specific activation energy involved with Gamblers kinetic abilities solely depends upon the extent of how much he decides to charge an item with his kinetic energy.  There was no way to predict Gambler's charge quantity because his charge is geared for a situational basis.  The Technical Tactician had to guesstimate off of memory how much of a charge the crafty Cajun uses in battle.  The reason for this molecular breakdown of Gamblers explosive abilities is that Morte developed a molecular mixture derived from the transition state of the specific chemical reaction which creates the Living Legends kinetic charge (the transition state is defined as the state corresponding to the highest energy along the chemical reaction coordinate) this state is an indicator of explosive reaction occurrence.  If Morte's calculations are correct, he will be able to neutralize a narrow charge range for Gamblers kinetic attacks.   The Ninjan formulated the kinetic mixture into a specialized cerchi disc for controlled release.


As the 5 card kinetic spread went flying toward the Mobb Deep Affiliate he released a trio of the kinetic neutralizer cerchi disc he formulated.  The disc went soaring toward the energy laced projectiles and activated which sent a metallic mist that eluminated the immediate area erasing the charge from the cards Gambler launched at him.  A sense of accomplishment momentarily encompassed the hero, though it was short lived as a second set of kinetically charged cards made their way through the mist.  Morte quickly dove behind a fallen sentinel appendage to escape the blast radius.  The cards exploded causing a powerful shockwave that tore through the robotic arm and slammed the assassin into a operational sentinel.  As soon as the metal minion of Gambler noticed the ninja, he began attacking.  He shot a powerful energy blast from his palm which tore right through the cemented foundation of the battle ship.


"Are you going to let your toys do the fighting for you Mr. President?" - Morte

The hooded hero tried enticing his enemy.  Morte then conducted a series of tactical teleports drawing the sentinels fire into Gamblers direction.  The giant machine fired numerous pulsar blasts directly toward their leader as the ninja repetitively teleported into the firing path of his enemies position.  The sentinel continued to unknowingly fire upon his controller.

Suddenly Gandalf ran in and shouted,"YOU.........SHALL NOT...........PASS!"he slammed his staff down and all white stuff came out tipping Sauron into the ground.

Blade-man was highly confused as several thousand Gondorian warriors ran in led by Gimli and started to beat up the dark forces.He walked up to Gandalf."Excuse me Mr......Gandalf.Why are you here?"he asked as twelve thousand Elven bowmen poured arrows into the enemy ranks.

Gandalf turned,he was enormously tall for an old man."We came here to battle Sauron,lord of Evil."

If Lady Death was trying to sneak up on White Phantom, it was a hopeless attempt. He had been scanning with his mind sight as well, so he saw everything she did. The wave only made her presence further known. Good Eve, did you miss me? White Phantom, always one for witty responses, replied, Miss you? Well you're don't exactly top my favorite people list. Besides, what do you sleep in, a dumpster? Living in Hell has really made you stink. There's this thing called a shower, maybe you should try it sometime. And maybe give up on the whole killing thing, it doesn't really help your public image. White Phantom began to wonder what tricks Lady Death had up her sleeve, she knew as well as he did that death had no power over him, but she still had to have something. Unless her thirst for revenge is stronger then her logic. The next instant though, White Phantom discovered just what Lady Death had up her sleeve. Apparently she had taken control of the dragon he had briefly created, and was using it to attack him.

White Phantom was being battered downward by the force of the dragon, being his own creation is possessed strength like that of its creator. But the dragon being White Phantom's creation also made it an easy matter to stop the dragon. White Phantom created a shield about himself to hold of the dragon long enough to build up the right amount of power to stop it. After a few seconds, White Phantom released the shield and sent a bolt of power at the dragon. The bolt severed Lady Death's hold over the dragon, as part of the bolt's energy was that of the phoenix. The bolt also melted the ice dragon, turning it into harmless water. I have to admit Lady Death, that wasn't half bad. And a good effort deserves a reward, so here's a little present I prepared for you when you decided to show up.

White Phantom then summoned the planes he had created, the ones created with phoenix energy. They then began to fire a awesome barrage of sunlight projectiles at Lady Death from all directions, and if even one of them made contact with Lady Death, she would lose some of her power. White Phantom also delivered his own attack, a series of energy strikes fueled by phoenix energy. Each strike would have the same effect as the projectiles, only greater. And the best part was, Lady Death had no idea what White Phantom was maneuvering her into. And when she did, it would be to late.

After yelling to Kenobi to hurry up around, NeVann turned around a scanned the small area taking a count of how many cape killer were dead injured and waited to attack. The ratio would for sure favor the jedi if left esspecially since they have been relieved of their firearms, the shinobi decided to  follow Kurrents signal. The waves crashed agains the bank of the small area, sending sprinkles of water and the sent of salt to his back as he looked up and going from left to right he tried to pinpoint where the signal was leading him to.Finally getting a lock he motioned forward to go after it, as took two step he found his path was intercepted by a few of the hunters. Seeing them as of waste of his time the ninja didn't even bother freeing them from the world of the living, he simply just used them as stepping stones as he run towards them. Jumping right as he reached one the cape killers NeVann stomped down his left leg on the hunters head and propelled himself to a near by cliff.

As his foot touched the surface of the cliff NeVann made his way up, some spots where weakened do to the bombing cause him to slightly slip a few times sending rocks to smash into waves that rammed the cliff walls down below. Finally making his way to the top he summersaulted land with his right knee and hand touching the ground while his left arm rested on his left leg, lifting up his head he gazed upon the devastation and mayhem that was rained down by the two sides actions. NeVann slowly rose to his feet shaking some, the site was to much to take in at once as car were flipped and on fire. The sent of blood and burning flesh filled the air, his eyes scanned around tring to find any sign of of life through the wreckage. Stumbling forward he moved through the carnage and chaos, every few steps he took NeVann found himself shielding himself for fire and small explosions. His once white shirt was cover in black ash in areas, as continued walking through all he saw was lifeless bodies slumping out of, under and at the side of cars.


Was fighting this law really worth al the pain and losses that these civilians and their family went through today? I do oppose this law but--


His words to himself were cut off by the sound of some young kids crying out for help, the sound of life surprised him for a few seconds before he dashed over to where the cries came from. He was led to flipped over SUV that was surrounded by leaking oil and gas, kneeling down with his hand pressed to the side of the car NeVann smiled at the kids trying to reasure them that everything would be ok. As he stood back up he noticed a spark that quickly became a dancing flame on the engine of the SUV, unsheathing his sword the vibranium blade made quick work of the cheap metal if you could call it that that the car was made of before grabbing ahold of the kids and moving to a safe spot when the one of them looked up at him and smiled.

Thank you mister.

Shhh! don't talk to him Tina, he's one of those supers that daddy was talking about when he was watching the news.

        Tina

I don't care Tony he saved us, and you should thank him too.

       Tony

I think not, besides he's most likely the reason why all this happened. The reason why mom and dad are gone now, that I can not forgive!

       Tina

Either way he saved us, and for that mister I thank you on behalf of my annoying brother as well.



The ninja just nodded his head to the girl, as he tried to fight the anger and confusing he felt of the events of the past 24 hrs.  Motioning the two to hop on his back NeVann disregrading Kurrents signal for the moment head to the city, reaching a police station he motioned the kids to go inside so their family could be contected. turning his back to the station he began to walk off seeing he was still an unregistered super he knew if he stuck around he would most likely be arrested, as he walked off he felt someone grab him by the waist. Turning his head back he saw the girl smileing at him once more before letting go, smiling back he placed his right hand on her head before a gust of wind and leaves surrounded him as he then vanished.

Few Hours Later...

The witch king looked at the now barely visible firey red-blue comet that was morgoth in the night sky.   And if his lungs had not rotted away he would have sighed, he was evil, but not by choice, it was the ring on his finger, he took it, and at first it all seemed to be too good to be true, and then Sauron twisted him, he was cursed to remain on Arda, never to join his fathers in the timeless halls, some say Immortality is a boon to be sought above all else, the witch king knew it for a fact that it was a curse to be avoided, at least if undeath was the cause of it.   Undeath was by far the worse cause of immortality, it always always gives you a hideous form that your loved ones will avoid and hate, if one could see his body, which would only happen with the removal of the greatest of the now millions of the rings of men, his body would be nothing more than a skeleton, his flesh had rotted away thousands of years ago.  

The WItch king saw the egyptians rise and fall, the greeks bringing forth a new age, only to be destroyed by the romans, The chinese creating great inventions, though practically all of them were already invented during the first age of the sun.   The romans creating an empire, only for it to decay upon the winds of time, The formation and fall of the holy roman empire, a ironically named place, for it was truly Franco-German, and wasn't very religious in contex.   He saw the pope's fall from power.   He observed the hundred years war, bringing so much senseless death, all over a succession problem.   He saw the spainish conquer the americas.  To him the civil war was but another conflict.   

He had forgotten what hapiness felt like, his emotions could be named by heart, anger, rage, satisfaction, humiliation, sadness, despair, pride, and greed.  He wished he could take command away from Sauron, but he could not, he had his own free will but Sauron could override any thoughts he had.   From a king, to a mere puppet, he did not even know his own name anymore, it had been lost to history.   The comet was growing brighter and brighter, and was now as bright as Venus was in the night sky.   

In the void of space, Morgoth passed by Sedna, a cold red world, perhaps the farthest out celestial body in the solar system, when he passed by it the dwarf planet began to spin out of control.   And he picked up pace.   He was now well on his way to earth once more.      The witch king stared into the stars, feeling rage and despair at his helplessness, Sauron said he would be granted power eternal, and this is what he calls power eternal!   He was tricked, duped, fooled, he had power yes, but for what?  50 years!?!?!  After that he became nothing more than a puppet to the will of Sauron,  he was no king anymore, he wasn't a viceroy, but now he was the Sock puppet of someone else.    


Then at barad-dur the eye of sauron began facing the witch king, and the witch king's undead body began feeling spontaneous spasms of pain.  "GRAAAGGHHH!!!" screamed the witch king as Sauron exercised his will on his rebellious puppet.  The witch king reluctantly moved on, with sadness heavy on his long dead heart.   If he could just take it all back, he would rather live one lifetime, not this endless nightmare of undeath, Immortality is even more horrid when the cost of it is to become a mere slave to someone elses will.    He no longer even remembers what his true face looks like anymore.    He has been a walking corpse for eternity, for so much of the second age, and all the third, fourth, and so far all the fifth age.   He has lived longer than several islands.    


The witch king and his fell drake continued surveying the carnage, it was his own work but not by his own mind.   He then commanded his mount to continue on, perhaps he should heed the words of the mortal.  Perhaps then he might know happiness once more.   But alas, that would be impossible.  

Gambler had swung his newly crafted shield wildly and missed. There was little surprise that an assassin of  Morte’s caliber would and could so easily dodge such a basic attack. In all reality Gambler had never intended on using the weapon for anything other then show. It was all for the benefit of the American people. A symbol of hope, contrived and deceptive as it may be. But soon it was back to the basics as he launched into his trademark attack.

But the tactical titan had held true to form, using his time out of the public eye to analyze the Living Legends core offensive foundation, his mutant ability to charge any object with kinetic energy. Taking what he had discovered and transforming it into the perfect defense. As the cards raced through the air with breathtaking speed, the former Death Angle Assassin unleashed his newly formed counter measures. With speeds rivaling that of the Cajun Morte Rapida hurled a  cerchi disc at the energy laced cards releasing a metallic mist as it went. And as the cards fell harmlessly to the ground, the King of Spades cocked his head to the side as his eyes narrowed.

Whether by luck or pure tactical brilliance the former mentor of Renegade Lantern had neutralized the kinetic properties within Gambler’s attack. Quickly the Living Weapon dove behind the remains of a destroyed Sentinel in hopes of escaping the corrupted villain’s secondary attack. However the force of the blast was strong enough to send the assassin flying backwards, slamming into the leg of an operation Sentinel. Never one to lose his composure Morte quickly rebounded just as the metal behemoth began to open fire. Utilizing his acrobatic prowess the ninja began a series of evasive maneuvers that could only be described as amazing. Flipping, cartwheeling, and  teleporting out of the blast radius, the Sentinel blew a crater size hole in the deck of the ship. With the structure’s integrator now unstable, the Sentinel’s  weight caused a large portion of the deck to collapse, taking the robot with it. But not before Morte had led its blasts directly towards Gambler.

With a quick thrust of his hand the Cajun redirected one of the blasts off harmlessly with his Telekinesis. But before the arrogant leader of the free world could gloat another blasts erupted right at his feet. Instantly he was blown backwards skipping violently along the deck before rolling to a stop. Metal fragments had shredded him, along with thee immense heat from the blast burning and scorching his skin. Blood dripped from his eyes as well as his mouth as he defiantly tried to stand before collapsing again.

As he lay there torn to pieces he began to laugh. Soft at first but then it began to grow louder and louder. His hand slowly started to run along what was left of the deck. His breathing began to quicken and his eyes began to strain. Suddenly the creeks and groans of the ship started to resonate before it started to shift. Slowly the massive vessel began to elevate out of the water, before making its way towards the city of . A blinding flash of purple energy raced throughout the ship as it raised higher and higher.

“Haha…HAHAHA…HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!” Laughed the crazed Cajun

The madness of Gambler had finally boiled over. So consumed with hate and vengeance he had turned the Aircraft Carrier into a massive kinetic bomb which he intended to drop on the city. And as the ship paused before free falling from the sky, Gambler laughed out,

“You lose hero…….you ALL LOSE!!!!!”

“Miss you? Well you're don't exactly top my favorite people list. Besides, what do you sleep in, a dumpster? Living in Hell has really made you stink. There's this thing called a shower, maybe you should try it sometime. And maybe give up on the whole killing thing, it doesn't really help your public image. “

walking in the halls of the Hellfire Club Mansion, Lady Tileso dangling like a perfect doll from the beast hands, Lowering to one he gentle laid her onto her bed, Running a hand over her body his magic began to move in her body clearing it of all wounds, his pale hand brushed aside a lost strand of hair and replaced it behind her ear, Her body was healed but her mind would need sometime and the HellFire Club needed it's dealer of Death elsewhere, Leaning in he placed a kiss onto her lips and then stepped back, The air was diffrent this time, Somethig was coming something even the immortals could feel, The Shadows swept over him like a large wave and in an instant he was looking over the battle, Gambler Had Fallen.


In a moment it was all lost, in under a week Last Arrow had died , Lady T had been captured and almost killed and Now Gambler Final Arrows only friend, The man was prehaps the only man that could have stopped what would happen next, The Pale monsters head looked up at the falling Air ship and drew the sword that so many feared, The black blade began to scream for blood as sson as it met the day light, A single water drop bounced of its hilt as the single tear ran down the cheek of a monsters face, His mind racing his hand was so tightly gripping the hilt that a small trickle of black blood began to roll onto the ground, The Sky let out a deafing boom as the Sword of souls followed its master, Arrow had taken to the skies, Hie blade cutting into the air ship, splitting it in two the two parts of screaming metal landed in the dust Arrows whole body was spitting dark energy , He had no one apart from T and with him around she was forever in danger, he could not protect her with them hunting him like a dog beating her, His memory recalled her face as he entered the detion room, Her eye was closed shut with blood and puss, Her beautiful face was black and blue and he had broke her fingers.


It was then he decied his fate floating down to the ground he went onto both knees a Shadow clone appeared behind him with that all so famous grin on his face he looked at the falling Heroes, as the shadow clone took the sword of souls and aimed it at the neck of it's master , The sword flew to the back of the Final Arrows neck as he spoke his last word "heroes you have won", Arrows lifeless body fell to the ground as his head droped forward the sword of souls landed in the ground point down as the Shadow colne created by Arrow followed its master into the next life, Lady T would now be safe from the deamons of this world those so called Heroes who will do anything to gain an edge in this so called war, And with many things it seems the lines between good and bad had once again become lost in a world with no heart.

White Phantom's attack did little, or at least that was what Lady Death thought. Actually, his attack had worked perfectly. When his projectiles hit Lady Death, they may not of drained her of energy, but they still copied it. The energy strikes however did absorb energy. Both attacks flew to the blade of White Phantom's sword so swiftly that Lady Death never noticed after doing what they were supposed to do. On contact, the pearl embedded in the sword's hilt began to glow slightly. Getting there, but it's not enough. I need more.

While planning his next move, White Phantom witnessed Lady Death's creation of a phoenix of death. For goodness sakes lady, take some creativity lessons and get your own tricks. Unless I should take your copying me as a compliment.

Tsk Tsk Foolish little one, I am going to make this hurt not just alittle but a lot! As Lady Death's voice rang out, White Phantom felt no fear. He had faced foes equal to her, possibly greater. Little one? I might just be a kid, but little was when I was 5! The Lucifer then created his own phoenix, this one though of life and light. The battle between the two spirits was short and swift, ending with victory for the phoenix, who could conquer death. The attack also gathered the energy of the dark phoenix, which White Phantom gathered with his sword along with the energy of his phoenix. Don't you know Lady Death, they say the original is always better for a reason. But right now, I think there's another problem to take care of.

White Phantom had seen the giant bomb created by Gambler, and knew as well ad Kurrent did that the Electric Ace couldn't make something strong enough to stop it. White Phantom wasn't sure he could either, but together they should be able to. Hey Kurrent, here's a little something you might want to add to your rescue kit. White Phantom conjured up a ball of lightning and sent it hurtling at Kurrent. He knew that due to his electric powers, the Electric Ace wouldn't be harmed. But hopefully he could use that energy in addition to his own power to stop the bomb from hitting.

Well now that that's hopefully taken care of, we can get back to buisness. White Phantom then surrounded Lady Death in a ball of energy, phoenix energy, which was crackling with more energy on the inside. White Phantom didn't expect it to stop Lady Death, but he did know that there was always the chance it would, and it wouldn't upset the balance of life and death. But if it didn't stop her, then only 1-2 more attacks would be needed to accomplish his goal

“For goodness sakes lady, take some creativity lessons and get your own tricks. Unless I should take your copying me as a compliment.”

Switch smirked slightly as Gwen fell backwards, but his face soon turned serious again as she got to her feet before leaping up to hang from the ceiling like an over sized bat.



A moment later he felt the first brush of her mind. Slight and fleeting it touched the edges of his consciousness, blowing them away like dust on the wind. With a visible effort he shook his head, as if he was trying to dislodge the intrusion. Again the sensation of her thoughts stroked his brain, but this time it was stronger, more forceful. Cutting into his mind and burning away his own throughts with the wieght of a thousand persuasive whispers, some angry, some gentle but all of them compelling him to do one thing. Walk towards his opponent. He kept struggling, pushing against the wieght of her influence, resisting the invasion of his psyche. But the whispers kept going, growing louder by the second. Cutting away at his mind and his memories until nothing remain but them. Filling his head. Overflowing out of his ears in a sudden rush of blood. With a slight whimper the vampire fell forwards onto his knees, clutching at his skull.

Then, with a sudden change that was almost audible he let his arms fall and stood up slowly. With halting steps that went against everything his mind was no screaming at him he walked forwards. Towards the red haired beauty standing before him. Step by step, inch by inch he moved forwards while he raged impotently inside. But he could not break the spell she had put him under. His fingers twitched jerkily as the internal struggle set off random nerve endings with its fury. But still he moved inexorably forwards, only to stop two feet away from the other vampire.

Get out of my head!

The silent scream tore through the psyonic plane. Loud and long, and futile. Thoughts flashed past Switch's eyes as he forgot them, becoming more and more under the redhead's spell. Images of home, on a distant planet in a distant time tore through his mind, leaving hot trails of pain behind them. Mother, father, brother, sister. All of them went through his mind. Awakening feeling he had long thought forgotten. He couldnt die here, he couldnt let Gambler and the initiative take over the planet. History didn't happen like that. He would lose all that he had fought to preserve if he allowed the Cajun to win here. He needed to fight back with everything he had.

Mother

Father

Sister

Brother

With each word, the whispers quietened. Fading away and their hold with them. With extreme dificulty, he moved his fingers and gritted his teeth. A few more seconds and he would be free. But would he last that long?

White Phantom had never expected anything like what Lady Death had done. But even so, he managed to come up with a plan before the spell took full effect. What Lady Death hadn't realized is that although he had indeed felt grief and pain during his many battles, he had learned to control the pain, become accustomed to the grief. During battle he had needed to overcome all the fear. He had faced nightmares and defeated them. And that mistake would be one which Lady Death would pay dearly for.

Suddenly, the spell began to turn the Lucifer's powers against him. White Phantom fell to the ground in pain, he couldn't figure out how do deal with this. The powers of the Dragon, Phoenix, Qilin, and Griffin, didn't cover overcoming dark magic. And he had not learned enough magic yet to stop the spell. However, in a few minutes, the spell was stopped. But it was not the doing of White Phantom. As a matter of fact, it was the doing of the wizards from which White Phantom had learned magic. Because White Phantom was still learning magic, they would aid him on occasion if his power alone could not save him from a terrible plight.

Having escaped Lady Death's spell, though only just, White Phantom searched out his opponent. However, he could find her. Jeez, what is it with my enemies abandoning our fight. Well, she's not going to get away that easily. White Phantom then glanced at the pearl in his sword. After Lady Death's last attack, he had gained enough energy to make the gemstone glow fully. He had enough energy to do what he had intended to do. However because Lady Death had gone, he would have to use it for something different.

White Phantom then began to slash through the air, seemingly for no reason, but in reality it was creating a hole in dimensional barriers, a portal. The Lucifer could naturally travel to Lucifera and back to Earth, but he couldn't travel anywhere else through portals or anything similar to that. But with the gathered energy, he could extend that power to travel anywhere by portals, but after one portal the energy would be used up. In a minute or so, White Phantom had created a portal which would take him to wherever Lady Death was.

Hold up Lady Death, I believe we have a score to settle. White Phantom figured Lady Death would be shocked to see him, the only reason she would leave their fight is because she figured he was defeated. But he wasn't. White Phantom then used all his energy to form a battle suit, one about 10-15 feet tall. The Lucifer then, while piloting the suit, flung it at the Diva of Death, delivering blow after blow with Griffin and Qilin strength, and each blow energized with the energy of the Phoenix. It wasn't to late, White Phantom could still put his plan into action. All he needed was to fight Lady Death a little longer, and be prepared for anything.

Lightning flashed as the two opponents fired.

Risky's 9mm bullet hit the boy right between the eyes. From there it entered his skull and tore through synapses and grey tissue further sending sharps of the boys own bone as shrapnells into his brain. It needed only a half a second to kill the boy and to splatter the interior of his head over the concrete behind him. Unfortunately it also triggered a learned reflex as the corresponding synapse was disconnected from it's biological base. From the boy's hand he already had raised shot a large cloud of fire towards her. Risky stared in amazement.

"Oh sh..." I need to get out of the way. FAST

The fireball was big. Large to be correct. Fed with all the rest energy of a dying body. Looked as if her luck had gone out. Nevertheless she took a try. If there really was an afterlife like the rabbis of her childhood had said she would forever curse herself for not trying. So she jumped in hope of somehow evading this big blast of death. Her thoughts and vison sped up to  make this few seconds an eternity. But she seemed to make it. Yes, yes, YES!

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!”

Pain rushed through her nerves right from the moment on the fire hit her. An excruciating pain, burning to the literary sense. It lasted only for a second before her nerves shut off to isolate her from the pain but it was enough to give her an impression of what the damage had been. Considering her whole left arm being numb she knew she wouldn’t be able to use it for the rest of the war. She was even surprised it still dangled more or less intact from her left shoulder. Burnings of 3 grade but lluckily it didn’t felt as if she would loose it. The shock stunned her for a moment so her perception didn’t work right but only a few seconds later she realized her arm was still burning despite of the still downcoming rain.

“Oh f…”

Reflexes took over again. There was just one way to extinguis it real fast. She threw herself to the ground and rolled all over the mud to deprive the flames of oxygen. New colored flowers of pain bloomed before her eyes everytime the arm came in contact with the dirt but she didn’t really have another choice than to grit teeth and go through it. Sure she was vulnerable while doing this and the mutants recognized this too.

“Jason, get her! Kill this b1tch!!! She killed Adam!”

Next thing she saw were two boneblades cutting down towards her. Only another rollinng over her wounded arm that made har scream in pain saved her from being decapticated. Her attacker’s blades drove deep into the ground. Looked as if the heavily built man infront of her was able to moorph his hands into bone blades. Coming back on all fours she thought:

“Bone is a nice tissue. Hard but flexible. But even this has it’s boundaries.”

She showed him the boundaries of his appreciated bone claws as she executed a horse-kick against his arms while they were still in the concrete. They broke. Screaming the man fell back and looked shocked at the amputated stumps where his hands once used to be. Risky even did him a favour when she knocked him out with a kick during she started to fire with her Uzi SMG at the rest of the mutants. She didn’t intend to kill them but now she was wounded what meant the time for playing nice was over. So she aimed deep. A dozen of young people fell to the grounnd being hit in the lower body or the legs with high caliber manstopper ammunition. Risky shielded her mind against the screams of all this teenagers as she had learned back in her extended tour of duty. They were enemies. They had wanted to kill her. It was only self defense. And she could deal with her own moral complications after surviving. The only one standing after her initial burst was a young blonde girl, about the age of 15 with a very self-righteous smile on her face. The bullets lay before her.

“So we finally meet telekinetic sl@t! Telekinesis is a very nice power, indeed!” But you need to conncentrate on it. 

A bolt of telekinetic power darted towars Risky which she evaded by dodging. She fired a single bullet. The ugly smile wided as the bullet stopped an inch before her face. And froze as Risky suddenly stood behind her and knocked her out with the grip of her weapon. She had used the distraction of the bullet to teleport behind the girl where no telekinetic shield protected her and dipose of her in the easiest and fastest way possible.

This was the moment  when Risky took a second to take a breath. Around her lay mostly teenagers, one dead, many wounded but all neutralized. The sreams of the injured still haunted the former battlefield and she could feel the pain of her burned arm rising up in her but she didn’t let this get through to her. She had a job to do and the payment was more than sufficient. Not only the financial one but also the output in adrenaline. But why did it not feel good then? She did not know and she did not have the time to care. Another transmission came in.

“… president Gambler under attack. I repeat, president under attack. Need all support we can get. Move here, fast! San Francisco city. NOW! President under attack!”

She sighed. She would have preferred someone taking care of her arm first but you can’t always have the circumstances working for you. With another sigh she teleported in the destroyed city center of SanFran.

Just to get shocked again. It was even more destroyed than the last time she had seen it. Dead bodies, crushed cars, wrecked buildings everywhere, almost as bad as her time in Iraq. And suddenly, like a fallen angel, the man that was repsonsible for all this landed in the rubble. Risky knew him and had studied him for the about the last month. He was Kurrent. The leader of the resistance. The one man who had stirred up all the trouble when he insisted that all the superpowers should go on remaining unchecked. After this war Risky knew more than ever before he was wrong. The evidence lay around them in form oof dead humans, victims of the superpowered terror. She would stop it now.

Want to kill the snake? Severe the head!

She raised her voice and her weapon simultanely at him but did not wat to shoot him if she could avoid it: “Kurrent, leader of the superpowered resistance, you are arrested according to the Superhuman Registration Act!”

She held her weapon up, ready to fire at a moment’s notice. One single move of his that seemed wrong was enough to pull the trigger and unleash a burst of highspeed lead bullets towards him. But then again she didn’t really want to…

some people may not want to read this do to it's violent nature.

several days past as ronin was left for dead like a caged animal. his wounds healed slower than normal as the power reducer around his neck almost left him human. the guards hadnt made their way to his cell in days his hunger had taken it's toll just as his thirst followed. for the first time in his life he was weak. his eye's would open and close but his stare was blank. fighting his hunger and thirst made him forget about the pain of all the stab wounds he had suffered at the hands of the merciless cape killers. sleep was no longer a natural state for ronin as he would pass in and out of consciousness.  blood covered the floor below him even after most of his wounds had scabbed over. His hair was crimson red from dried blood as several streaks of dried blood covered his face. the cell was mostly dark with just a little bit of light shining down the hall through the cell bars. not a sound was heard in ronin's ears since the first day he was locked up. from what he could tell he was the only one on this cell block.

ronin hung in the cell he feel feel himself falling weaker and weaker. his eye's opened and shut then suddenly they were shut and he couldnt open them.

Unconscious

the sound of crying tears filled ronin's head as he was brought back to one of his worst memories he could remember of his past.  "why do you do this to our son" a woman shouted out. the voice was muffled as ronin could see a small child laying on his bed. his face was burried in his pillow and the muffled sound of crying could be heard even through the pillow. as ronin watched on he could looked around as the walls were covered with pictures of marines and billboards of uncle sam pointing at him the sign reading I WANT YOU. ronin smiled for a second as he looked at the picture. war and combat was all ronin knew. since the weapon X project he could no longer remember anything prior. Suddenly ronin's attention was taken away as he heard the sound of glass crash up against a wall outside of the small bedroom. ronin watched as the crying child flinched still keeping his face buried in the pillow. ronin felt himself wanting to comfort the small kid but still he had to walk into the other room he could feel himself being drawn that way. CREEK the sound of the door knob echoed in ronin's head.

ronin walked down the narrow hallway the wall's were painted white and several plaques were on the wall honoring a marine. ronin stopped for a second as he seen a large picture frame. the picture frame held many war medals in it as he could tell the man of the house had been a hell of a soldier. once again ronin smiled as he admired the medals within the large frame. ronin could respect a man that had served his country so bravely. "he needs to be ready for war" the voice of a man was heard through the small hallway taking ronin's attention away from the frame. ronin slowly walked through the hallway following the voices of the man and woman that seemed to be arguing. As ronin neared the end of the hallway he turned left into a doorway that lead to the kitchen. as ronin entered the kitchen he seen the man and woman that were fighting. the woman was crying as the man continued to shout. "pete is a strong boy he can handle what im preparing him for" the man shouted as he slammed his fist onto the counter. "he's just a boy jesse" the woman spoke through her tears. ronin wasnt quite sure what the argument was about but he felt forced to listen. "i watched to many men fall and to many of my friends die because they had not been able to do what they were told" the man said as a small tear fell from his eye's. ronin could tell that the man had seen alot of action in war. ronin knew exactly what the guy was saying as he too watched several of his friends die because they were not ready for combat.  "the war is over jesse there is no need to raise him to be a soldier" the crying woman said.

"i will raise my son the way i like darla" the man shouted as he clinched his fists. "He is my son to and i cant just stand by while you treat him like an animal" the woman said as she wiped her tears off of her face. AN ANIMAL the man shouted as he reared his hand back slapping the woman across the face. she fell down hitting her head against the counter and then to the ground. a small trail of blood followed her wake as she sat leaned up against the counter. "you wouldnt even know know what it was like to go through what i wentthrough and if the time comes i want him to be ready" the man shouted as his fists clinched tighter. ronin quickly made his way around the counter reaching for the mans fist trying to pull him away from the wounded woman that sat down on the floor. As he grabbed for the wrist his hand went right through as if he was a ghost. ronin would be forced to just stand by and watch as this fight continued.  "Im not gonna stay here and allow yo to raise our son to be like you" the woman said sobbingly as she covered her face with her hands. "YOU can go were ever you want i dont give a fu*k but your not taking pete with you" than said as he once again slammed his fists down to the counter cracking the top. ronin could see some suit cases sitting next to the door leading outside. "IM taking pete with me and if i have to i will call the cops" the woman shouted as she stood up reaching her hand behind her head feeling the wound on the back of her head.  ronin smiled as he was hoping the woman would take her son away from all of this. your not calling anybody the man said as he pulled the phone off of the wall swinging the receiver at her. CRACK the hit made a sickening sound as the woman fell to the floor. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOO" ronin screamed as he once again tried to attack the man but to no avail as his fists and claws phased right through the man.

the man stood over top of the fallen woman as he breathed very heavily the receiver covered in blood. the woman lay sobbing on the ground as blood leaked out of her head. "pete pete pete pete" the woman muttered tryin to scream for her son to come into the kitchen and help her but her voice fell on deaf ears as she could barely speak. "YOUR NOT TAKING HIM ANYWHERE" the man shouted loudly as his voice echoed through the house. suddenly the man fell to one knee and began bashing the woman over the head several times. CREEK ronin heard the sound of a floor board creeking. quickly he turned around and seen the young boy turn around quickly and run back down the hallway and into his room. tears fell from ronin's face as he couldnt do anything to stop what was happening. ronin turned back around to see the man still hitting the woman over the head. blood covered the floor as the woman laid there lifeless. ronin could no longer bare to watch turning around quickly leaving the kitchen and walking back down the hallway and once again back into the kids bedroom. when ronin walked in the room he could feel the presence of sadness but the look on the boys face was blank. the boy sat on the edge of the bed his feet placed on the floor. his posture was perfect as he sat staring at the picture of uncle sam. his hands were placed on his knee's and not a tear fell from his face.

Conscious

suddenly ronin's eye's opened as the sound of footsteps echoed through the hallway and the cell. tears fell from ronin eye's mixing with the dry blood and falling down to his torn shirt. ronin could see a man standing at the cell door but his face was dark as the only light in the cell was from the end of the hallway. the stared at the man as the man just stared back him. for minutes both men were motionless.

the guard

Switch felt the floodgates of his nose open, unleashing a tide of crimson that spurted down, over his face as his mind finally gave up his secrets. Gwen felt it all. All the heartbreak, all the suffering, all of the death as it rushed from his consciousness into hers, Emptying his head in an exhilarating rush. With a jolt of surprise he realized that he was free. Free to move and act of his own accord. But the freedom had come at a price. He could feel himself in the back of his opponent's mind. Nothing more than a shadow of a thought, sapping her will and drinking in her memories.

A connection had been formed and after breaking free of Gwen's mind domination he lacked the strength to sever it.In an instant he knew everything about her. From her early childhood to the pain of her turning and the torment she was put through following it. As if he was looking through fog he saw it all, hazy from the mists of memory, but vivid nonetheless. Like the snapping of a thread the connection broke, sending both vampires reeling across the room, obviously worse the wear for their experience. With a snarl Gwen moved back to the attack, recovering faster than Switch. But the young vampire had one more ace up his sleeve. She was fighting blind and angry, not thinking her attacks through. Relying on speed and strength to overpower him. He just had to turn that against her.

Flicking aside the folds of his coat the young vampire drew his sword, the blade glinting in the low light of the tunnel. Gwen came on, unknowing. Her eyes and heart full of rage. He leapt to meet her, weapon raised for a death blow. But at the last moment he caught himself and slid backwards, the blade falling from his hands. He couldnt do it. Not to her. There was too much between them now. From that first moment at the wedding they had been linked and the psychic experience they had just gone through had been the culmination of that. He loved her, he realised that now. Loved her for what she was, what she had gone through and what she was going to go through. Past present and future he was hers and there was nothing he could do about it.

Standing straight he made no attempt to block as she raised a fist and hammered it into his face. KNocking him down to one knee and sending another spray of blood from his nose as it broke. A second later and the wound was healed. But he was still on his knees. It was up to her. His life was in her hands. Had their connection led her to the same realisation as it had done to him? Only time would tell.

Nighthunter stood hidden in the shadows looking at the president do his little speech to the media of the world for the first time since the epic battle between him and Kurrent months ago which had destroyed the White House and had caused the destruction of the trust that the people had toward their heroes, leading to the start of the superhuman registration act and this complete silent war that the heroes had been doing for awhile now.

The heroes shouldn't be fighting each other, I remember when we worked together to fight the villains that stood infront of us. Then again...who is the villain here?  Thought Nighthunter to himself as he was looking over the crew that was gathered infront of the president and Longshot, looking for familiar faces among them, but he knew better than that, he knew that the resistance wouldn't miss their chance to take down Gambler when he showed in public for the first time in months, he also knew that whetever it was Kurrent or Morte Rapida who was leading the attack he wouldn't come alone and that some of them would be hidden among the press.

Suddenly a small figure was seeing going toward the prison on a great speed, that figure was Kurrent, the man that had taken the leadership after Renegade Lantern had mysteriously dissapeared and also the man that was now leading the fugitives of law against the Initiative disguising their rebelious acts as an act of heroism and protection for freedom.

One of the registered heroes went closer to Nighthunter and then started to talk to him "Should we attack captain?" questioned the young hero to Nighthunter, the warrior of the night stood without answering for a few seconds, looking at the complete area and preparing himself to jump into action. "No you don't. The president can give a fight to Kurrent by himself and he also has Longshot with him, he'll be fine. What you will do is look closer to the members of the press, look for anyone that can be part of the resistance. Attack them only if you are 100% sure.....and no casualties, anyone who kills anyone today will answer to me" replied Nighthunter before jumping to the ground below them and starting his fight against the hidden heroes, taking them down without any problem just knocking them down to take them to prison when the fight was over.

Nighthunter turned around and saw how the president left the scene without any real problem, Nighthunter then followed more of the resistance members to the tip of the island, as he was about to start the confrontation Nighthunter looked up to the sky, where he saw what would doom everyone in the island.

As fear struck Nighthunter's heart he grabbed his com link and shouted to everyone in the island "Everyone CLEAR OUT!!!" yelled Nighthunter as he jumped to gain protection from the impact. The explosion that hit Nighthunter wasn't a direct one, however that didn't stop him from getting really hurt in the progress.

Nighthunter woke up, his powersuit completely destroyed and all of his equipment fallen all over the place, as Nighthunter started to get up he saw sentinels all around the place attacking every single survivor of this massacre, as well as a not exploded missile that proved that it had been Gambler the one behind this horrible bloodlust.

A great anger was formed on Nighthunter's mind as he started picking his equipment from the beach, looking for something in special, not a weapon but a way to escape. "Come on, come on...there you are" said Nighthunter as he finally found the thing that he was searching for; the island and every single escape route had been destroyed by Gambler, however that wouldn't stop him from getting out of that place without beeing noticed.

Grabbing the little device and pressing the red button that was in it a vehicle appeared from underwater, as Nighthunter slowly came closer to the water that surrounded the island he got into the vehicle and went underwater, he wouldn't be detected, neither stopped. Nighthunter then woke up, the vehicle already on his base, he probably had fallen asleep or unconscious during the trip, the great injuries he had suffered were probably responsible of that.

Nighthunter got up and went to his laboratory, in the time that he had been unconscious his powersuit had rebuilt himself, but that wouldn't matter if Nighthunter was still in the state that the explosions had caused, that's why after a few minutes of thinking he pressed a button and started to talk. "Computer bring me project 3110" said Nighthunter as he started to get up and went to his table and sat down. *Warning....project 3110 hasn't been experimented on any body yet, the effects could turn to be lethal* said the computer to Nighthunter.

Nighthunter looked at the television that was showing the news about what had happened in Alcatraz and the many people that had died, listing the numbers of casualties that the event that both Kurrent and Gambler had brought to this world had caussed. "I don't care! Bring me project 3110 now" said Nighthunter, the anger taking control over him.

After that the computer brought a little containtment and injected it on Nighthunter, making him lose conscience for the next few minutes, the thing that the containtment had were nanobots, similars to the ones that Nighthunter's powersuit were made of, however this ones were programed to search for every single damaged part of the body and repair it in a matter of seconds without giving the patient any pain.

Nighthunter knew that as much as fighting bad guys helps the world they needed more help, one that couldn't be given by a kick or a punch thrown, Nighthunter had been working on that project for awhile now, they could help repair any damaged part of the body, as well as cure anyone that had a disease whose cure had been found, these invent would save millions and millions of people, however they weren't ready. Nighthunter hadn't revealed them because he knew that if the progress was as good as he expected the recoveries would be made, but it would make the patient lose a great ammount of lifespan.

Nighthunter had decided to reveal this invent until all sideeffects were gone, however he had used them as a way to get back to the fight in no time and make everyone pay for what they had done, as Nighthunter was grabbing his things he saw another news comming, a great ship charged with kinetic energy was going to fall in San Francisco causing millions of people to die, as the camera made a zoom Nighthunter saw all three of them; Gambler, Kurrent and Morte Rapida fighting, just like they always do, just like they will until they kill each other out without thinking about how many people would die as collateral damage.

Nighthunter's fury became bigger than ever before as he knew that he wouldn't be able to stop it, he was way to distant of the place to save any single life, to stop this madness. Nighthunter waited for a few seconds and then grabbed something from his safecage, something that had the power to turn everything right again, a gift that Andferne had given him before both him and Lexi left to their honeymoon avoiding this complete massacre.

Nighthunter imagined that both of them would be in Greece, enjoying their time together without any problem while right here everything was going to hell. A little smile was formed on Nighthunter's face as he  started to talk to himself. "That's why you are the leader, you always find a way" said Nighthunter before picking up the phone and calling a reporter that he trusted with his life. "Hello...yeah it's me. On my hands I have the story that will make you more famous than any other reporter before...interested? I'll send it to you and you put it on the TV right now" said Nighthunter before he grabbed the USB memory and put it on his computer, after that he started to send it to the man and minutes later it was seen on the most watched channel of the United States, with everyone in the country watching it because that's what people do with their lives, sit back and watch a good program without really caring for what is happening outside.

The info that Nighthunter had sent to hi contact in the press was the file that Darkchild had given to Andferne when he betrayed the Hellfire Club and then entrusted to Nighthunter by Andferne. It contained months and months of recording every single conversation and meeting of the Hellfire Club for the past months, as well as their files with their master plans that proved that Gambler and the rest of the Hellfire Club had planned and made the assasinate of the president of the united states, the vice president and the secretary of state as a way to make Gambler become the new president.

Now thanks to this data that was shown to the entire country Gambler would be proven as a traitor to his country and he would lose his charge as the president of the United States, making this madness end once and for all. "The feather is stronger than the sword" said Nighthunter as he got up and picked his jet to San Francisco, he wouldn't be able to stop this madness, however he would try to rescue any possible survivors.

Hold up Lady Death, I believe we have a score to settle.”