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" @Stryke said:

" Let's make a new one ! "

Ill be down with it, but i guarantee ill take 5 months to finish lolz "

" @Stryke said:

"Let's make a new one ! "

Yes but what would this second Civil War be about? "

" @Stryke said:

" Let's make a new one ! "

I'm down "

Okay, Edward Point has posted....

Helena, Montana 
Cabin 
August 1, 2026

Eight Years Ago.....
 
"Go Edward! Run, run, and don't turn around." Edward's mother screamed as she dropped him into the tunnel that his father had built to protect them."Go as far as you can, the tunnels are huge and when you grow up you'll learn how to use the stuff daddy put in there.... Be the savior....." She whispered hesitantly as the lights shone brighter through the black curtains. "Wha-What-About you?" Edward asked scared as he looked up at her. Her face was filled with sorrow; she obviously didn't want to answer that question. There were loud noises, and bright flashing lights and even the ground was trembling. It had happened all so quickly. They were eating dinner at the dinner table, and then the lights went out. Right after that, bright lights had flashed on and had quickly surrounded the area. There was nowhere to escape but into the tunnels. He was so very, very afraid. His body was trembling as his mother began closing the latch."They came here for us, but I'll only give them me! Don't say a word, and don't scream...No matter what happens."  That last bit she said as the ground's trembling became harder to ignore. She closed the latch and then all Edward could see was his mother through a few slits in it.
 
She stood tall and without fear. Edward however, couldn't see the fact that she was biting her lip in anxiousness. The twelve year old boy was inspired, but the fear amounting inside him was overwhelming. Although a few minutes, it seemed forever as Edward watched his mother stand tall in the middle of the house. He wanted to jump out and hug her, but before he had decided there was a loud bang. The bang was actually the roof being ripped off by a large, metallic hand.
 
 Two red eyes stared down upon the inside of the cottage-like structure. Wanting to scream, Edward put his hand over his mouth and pulled away from the slits in the latch. With just enough room to see, he witnessed his mother being grabbed around her whole body besides her head by another free giant, metallic hand. With one arm holding Edward's mom and the other holding half the roof, the metallic 'man' stood up. Tossing away the roof with ease, the robot continued to search the home.
 
A bright white light erupted from the center of its head. Although seeing through slits, Edward was blinded. Pulling away from the latch he instinctively put himself into a fetal position. With his face buried in his knees, and his arms wrapped around his legs, he began to viciously shake in fear. His eyes were closed; he didn't want to see anything more. It was all so scary. To lessen his fear, Edward lowly hummed the song his mother used to sing to him. It cooled him down, it relaxed him. 
 
The tension in his body and the fear in his mind dissipated a little. He crawled into the tunnel further to find a room with a couch. Hearing the ground still shaking, he jumped onto the couch and wept. He cried for his mother, he cried for his father, he cried for everything he didn't tell them. He was alone; with the only option being dependence, he knew he was all alone. So very alone…
 
Before he knew it, he was unconscious on the couch sleeping. A few hours he awoke and jumped up. For a few moments he didn't know where he was, but as he looked around he realized what had happened and why he was in the tunnel he'd only seen once before. Crawling to the entrance of the area, Edward looked through the latch' slits. Half the roof was gone; some of the furniture was turned over. The TV was busted, part of the wall was in pieces of debris the size of 44' inch televisions, the pictures his mother loved where sprawled about over things. Some even had holes through them or had been stabbed by other furniture. T
 
he rugs were rolled into circles; the light bulbs were all busted. The kitchen was in ruins, and his bedroom was disintegrated. The only place left that wasn't destroyed was the wall around where the door had been. It was totally untouched, the pictures were aligned perfectly, and the lamps were placed on tables and hadn't budged an inch. Even a book was laid open on the page his mother had left off after reading 'Eragon' from the young author Christopher Paolini.
 
This was all that was left. No mom, no dad, just Edward Point and tunnels holding technology and a few pieces of furniture and artwork that was prized by his mother. Edward was alone and this was just becoming the beginning of a long, long journey. 
 
"Mommy...."
 
The boy emerged from the tunnel and walked around.
 
"Daddy...."
 
He stopped dead as a cold chill ran down his back. The sweat on his face began to pour down. His eyes dulled as if his hope and personality were gone.
 
"Am I.....Really alone?...."

Helena, Montana 
18 October, 2031 
Present Day 

 Edward ran through the tunnels he had built with blood, sweat, and tears like a speeding bullet. He avoided running into the other rebels, but still bust through those who wouldn't get out of his way. As long as he was around, no one would be taken by a Sentinel. Those who were innocent deserved no death; they deserved no punishment, they were lucky to be alive. They survived, but were still being hunted like ruthless dogs. This was infuriating to another level, and another reason Edward was so angry. Edward had his mission planned out; save Jennifer Micheals, someone who had been put into this world to save it. If it meant his death, so-be-it. He couldn't stand by and watch as Sentinels took her away. Not after...
 
No, through and through he was here to help. He had built this hideout to save any that he could. Disappointed at times, and even betrayed, he still was happy here. This was his home and the home of many others who were under his protection and guidance. Edward was going to trust himself to trust the newcomer Jennifer. He would save her, and even if he was disappointed he at least knew he saved a life. 
 
Emerging into a large corridor the size of four football fields he looked at three small ships. Advanced, they were built to speedily escape from a mess. Meant for battle, Edward had converted these ships into cruisers that could hold a mass amount of personnel.  Right now they were the transportation for the women and children who were frantically trying to escape the death that was to come.
 
Jumping onto the closest one, he yelled to the pilot who was helping people get in."Start the damn thing, we need to end this.... And I'm the only one with the magic fingers." With a shit-faced smile, the pilot turned and jumped into his chair." Will do, let's see how many of these boys you take out.....I'm bettin' about three at the least!" Edward laughed, however he was still ready to evacuate the people on the ship and also complete his mission. The sly smile on the pilot's face only furthered himself to want to complete the job. This was why he was here, to bring smiles and joy to those around him. This was the good fight.
 
 Taking on some stragglers before they left, the ship lifted straight up in a hovering position. The ship's hanger was closed manually by Edward. Standing by it, he was ready to jump off if he had to. With a few clicks from the pilot on his control panel the floor seceded away like a hanger door. The rebel ship lifted up and then turned on a dime quickly.
 
Faced towards the Sentinel with Jennifer in its hands, Edward grimaced as he saw the fear tint her face. The Sentinel began to take off. Edward felt his stomach drop. Strong as Jennifer was, he caught a glimpse of her fear. Not fear for what was to happen, but for what she didn't know would happen. "Turn this damn ship around; I'll open up the back!" As the pilot spun the ship around, Edward was simultaneously opening the hanger door. 
 
When the flying vehicle stopped, Edward didn't jump. Instead he made his way to the other end of the ship. With the shotgun still in hand, Edward turned and then ran forward. Sprinting twenty times an Olympic runner’s speed, he put his faith into his left foot. As it collided with the hanger door, he was pushed off of the ship.
 
Literally leaping through the air, Edward pushed the shotgun up to his chest and then fired a round towards the Sentinel. The bullet hit straight in the metal colossus' forehead. After that though, the gun flung away from Edward's body. Whilst in midair, Edward collided with the Sentinel's neck. With Jennifer looking at him, Edward held onto the Sentinel and then pulled off a black glove on his left hand. With his bare hand viewable he put it onto the Sentinels' neck. Like clockwork the metal began disappearing. The neck was halfway gone before Edward jumped off and slid down the Sentinels' chest with his gloved hand on it. As he came to the metal colossus' legs he put his bare hand onto the right. Before he knew it, the appendage that was holding the leg to the main body was gone. With a strong jump, Edward jumped onto the Sentinels' left leg. Clenching it, the metal slowly disintegrated. Three stories in the air, the Sentinel lost it's ability to of flight. It quickly dropped to the ground, but not before Edward and the leg he was holding fell. Closing his eyes, Edward could see his mother. 
 
The air that was rushing by his ears didn't bother him. What did was the disturbing picture his mind painted of him watching his mother before she was taken away. Oh how he wished that image would leave. But it wouldn't, and it had wormed his way into his soul, his heart, and his mind. Whenever he would dream, he would dream of the day his life was destroyed. The day his mother was taken and the day he unknowingly knew his father was dead and he was all alone. It was a constant reminder of why he didn't want others to have to feel alone like him. Never knowing what would have happened if he'd laid his bare hand onto the Sentinels' death grip. That always nagged inside him.
 
Seconds flew by before he hit the ground. Edward was thrust quickly away as the collision caused a lot of fracturing in the metallic leg. Pushed some twenty feet away, Edward rolled a few more until he halted on his stomach. Looking up he spat the dirt and mud out of his teeth and brushed away the same from his face. Damn... He would need a bath soon, and probably would need to wash and brush his teeth. Yet there were still a lot of Sentinels left, and the cruisers were gone. Jennifer had most likely survived the three story fall. Edward had to much adrenaline in him to go find her, instead he looked around. Some of the mutant rebels had stayed to help, but those who stuck out where Ferro Vida and Revert...
 
Edward panicked. Where was his father? Scanning the battleground, over destroyed and dismantled Sentinels and vicious fighting mutants. There.... His father was there. Debris were piled over him, and only his face, his arms, and some of his chest were showing. He was motionless and dug pretty deep into the hole. Edward's heart skipped a beat. Was his father... 
 
"He can't be... Not again!" Edward rushed forward and sprinted towards his father. A flashing light stopped him. Revert was there before him, with a gleaming crimson red dot. The voice spoke menacingly intimidating. "We need to finish these Sentinels before we start helping others, get a man to help guard him until then. Right now we need you and your abilities in this battle!" The robot twisted around as if to look to Stryke for guidance. "Go..." The robot said as it turned around and vanished in a bright light.
 
A mutant nearby rushed towards Edward. Out of breath, he put his hand on his thighs and relaxed for a moment through all the chaos."What...Do you need?" 
 
Edward looked at him with a droll stare."Stay here and guard the man that's underneath that rubble... He's very important to me and that means he's important to you.... So don't let anything else happen to him." Yes, Stryke was very important to him. More important than his own life. He would kill to talk to his father and he had been fortunate enough to meet the man that had died in New York twenty sum years ago.
 
The mutant rebel looked at him."Will do...Go get 'em cowboy."
 
With one more look at his father, Edward rushed off."The first two are for your help!"

" lol Nice. I'll read it when I get home  See you later! "

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LMAO!! YES!"

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" @Vincent Monroe said:

" From Left to Right: Sha and Cly, Drifter and Lord Council, Talon, Pulsar, Gambler, T.J. Magnum and Akwa, Babs and T.J. Magnum, The Hunter, Risky, Hyperion and Nighthunter, Drifter with Warsman's fist going through his head, Slyver and Andferne, Darkchild and Constantine, Slyver, Paragon melting Final Arrow's head off and to top it all off...Siphon being stabbed with a spear.

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What comic is that from? "

Green Lantern #43. They showed the first two pages of the comic on their Source Blog."

"if start it up I'll fight ya"

"who the heck...never mind, i know who you are...try making some hero account wont cha?sheesh"

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"@Classic said:

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Anyone?

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Sure! "