No More Heroes Prologue (Revised)

I put this up a long time ago, this is a prologue to a book that I hope to someday finish. I have edited this prologue many times, make it a little less gruesome and give the characters a little more dialogue and exposition. Please comment. 
 
  Remember The Fallen.
 
     “NO!!” – He was screaming at the top of his lungs in pure desperation and angst, “It’s a trap! Get out! Fall back!!! Everyone fall back!” But his words were of no use to the other allies.
     The Order of Heroes was being disintegrated from all sides in an epic massacre of the skies. He was their relentless leader, Titan, trapped in an unbreakable psyonic cage, from which he was forced to watch as his comrades were being made into victims of the climactic battle. The Sinister Society blocked all exits, forcing the Order to become surrounded on top of the giant space ship, with an overwhelming number of revenge and blood hungry villains attacking relentlessly. The greatest heroes on Earth were on the verge of being defeated. 
     “Redevolt had planned our demise so precisely, so perfectly…” The Titan could not help but to admit the hellish genius of his arch nemesis.
     He cocked back his huge silver fists and began to hammer away at the psyonic cage. The blows that could have shattered Mount Everest did not create a single dent in his cage of torment. He was hanging in mid-air right above where all the massacre of his own Order of Heroes was taking place. His heart was being ripped apart by the vile screams of the people that he called family and friends even before he had formed The Order of Heroes. The eyes that had never felt anything wet before were now pouring tears that came from the wounds inside his soul. He did not want to see the massacre that was happening on the spaceship that Redevolt had created exactly for this battle, but he could do nothing else. He crumbled on his knees, the leader of the most elite and most powerful.
    
     Titan’s tears were now reaching the floor as he was kneeling down and hammering at the walls again. He knew that there was no way to escape the psyonic prison, but something inside him refused to give up trying.
 
     “No… Flare, Deathwish, Icicle, The Rocket, Android, Wolfman, Nature-girl, Rubber man, Destructo, Lady Sting… Diamond…” – he was recalling the names as he saw their last efforts slain in vain. The heroes were being devastated and only their costumes and masks were left engraved in his memory. They were the people that continuously saved each other’s lives and kept the hopes of the people of Earth alive. They were brothers and sisters to him. Diamond also was the mother of his child… And he could do nothing but watch her struggle for her life against the bloodthirsty horde of villains. Every blow dealt made the situation become more hopeless. He wanted to turn away, but couldn’t. The horror glued all of his attention on the macabre scene. If only he could get free…

The massacre was short but in the eyes of the Titan it seemed to last an excruciating forever. His mental state had been completely shattered, his calmness evaporating, with his eyes glued to the scene, unable to blink away from the terror. He wanted to rip his ears out so he wouldn’t have to hear any of their screams. He wanted to render himself blind so he wouldn’t have to watch this anymore. All of their hard work to protect and prevent the villains from spreading their control over the Earth was being killed and thrown off the ship.

     “Titan… Titan hold on I’m coming…” – the words of slight hope were carried by the wind into Titan’s prison. He turned and saw his best friend and sidekick, Spartus, rushing through a huge crowd of the fighting heroes and villains.
     “Hold on… I’m going to let you…” – the young hero never got finish his phrase, as a psyonic blade was struck right through him. Spartus slowly slid down the blade with colorless eyes staring down Titan’s dying hope.

     “I did promise you the head of your sidekick on a silver platter when I finally defeat your rag-tag band of heroes… And you know I always keep my promises,” A frighteningly calm voice was coming from a tall man dressed in sharp black tuxedo with matching leather shoes. Behind him a crimson cape weaved in the winds of high altitude.
  
     He took out the psyonic sword from the dead body of Spartus. After making sure that the Titan was watching by giving him a sleazy look, he struck the sword again into the dead corpse of Spartus.    
     “No silver platter, but I think this will do, won’t you agree?” The voice of the evil maniac remained as cold blooded as his murder.

     “Why did you do this? We used to… You’re insane… You’re mad, you are so very mad…” Titan’s words were of a scared and a broken down man. He could barely comprehend what he was doing, as his mind was already crumbling and collapsing, creating chaos in itself.

     “Yes, I am, thank you. And soon you will be too, old friend.” Redevolt’s answer was in a completely casual manner. He turned around and sent a psyonic blast that landed in the back of one of the still remaining heroes, making her stagger and fall. Titan’s eyes only grew wider as he witnessed a group of killers jump on top and mercilessly finish the heroine off .

     Redevolt let go of the psyonic cage and watched as the mighty Titan crawled out on all fours, like a helpless baby, silently weeping over the dead copse of his sidekick. He heard footsteps coming in closer on him from all sides of the giant battleship, sounding like gongs from the Angel of Death. Titan looked up, managing to breathe inconsistently and heavily. He saw hundreds of blurred out faces staring him down without remorse with each one of them being more vicious than the other. He felt weak but still tried to get up. His efforts were stopped short by a psyonic wave from Redevolt.

     “Ah… No. Relax. We’re about to end your misery.” The coldness and cunning that was coming from Redevolt was inhuman.
     “Did I not promise to bring down the mightiest to his knees?! Did I not promise you to bring triumph and victory to every single one of you?!” Redevolt riled the crowd, as the grunts and cheers blended into a bloodthirsty roar that frightened Titan for the first time.  
      Redevolt kneeled down to the Titan and grabbed his chin, while looking the tortured man squarely in the eyes with the gaze of a deeply satisfied devil.
     “See, everything is just like I promised to you, old friend. I asked you to join me before all of this started, but you decided to play the hero. I can’t believe we used to share a room together.” Titan could feel Redevolt’s breath on his face as he weekly lay on the cold floor.  He was beaten down without receiving a single punch.
     “Diamond… You used to love her Red… We would argue over her… How…” Titan did not even try to hold himself up, his voice frail and broken. It was straining him greatly just to speak.
     “I never loved.” Redevolt’s lips curved downwards, his face cringed in hatred.
     “That’s not true Red…” Titan whispered while endlessly searching in the eyes of Redevolt for a spark of humanity.
     “…I stopped being pathetic when you two got your first date. Love only distracted you from things that are actually important.” He slapped the Titan in the face, knowing that it would not hurt him, but placing as much malice as he could into it.
     “I… can still… win…” Titan whispered while trying to get up off the ground.
     “You can still win? Look around you, there is no more Order pawns to hide behind. Earth belongs to us and we will shape its future.”
     “How long do you figure you’ll last in that future? With cancer…”
     “Shut up!” Another slap to the Titan’s face failed to make Redevolt any better, but at least it had shut up him.  
     Redevolt used his vast power of telekinesis to lift the Titan up in the air and made him rotate around to see the huge circle of no one else but the villains that he fought against so valiantly.
     “Look around, Titan. Every face in here hates every little bit of your guts. They are like starved wolves, hungering for your dead body. I am the leash that is keeping those wolves away from you. One word and each one of them will be more than glad to rip the skin off your bones…” Redevolt was now hissing into the Titan’s ear, like a vile snake.
     “But that is my job… Honestly, I wish you could be here, on my side. But this just makes my victory so much sweeter” Redevolt turned the Titan back towards himself and squeezed his fingers into a tight fist.
     Titan’s muscles bulked up in resistance to the psychic pressure that was smashing him from all sides, but his face remained completely emotionless, despite the pain that was pressuring his body. The pain from the inside overshadowed the outer suffering like an eclipse.
     “You… how can you still resist?!” A struggle could have been heard in the voice of Redevolt, as he used all of his mental power to strangle the emotionless Titan.
     Titan looked up despite the pain completely covering him up and shattering him from everywhere. It was as if his mind was separated from his body and both became their own organisms. He saw the death ray past the huge crowd of vile faces with joyous smiles on them, as his remaining senses told him to use it with disregard. His focus returned and he pushed back the invisible pain, managing to break free for a second. The Titan crouched down onto the floor and after putting together every little bit of energy left in his super human body, he launched himself like a missile. He flew past the fiendish crowd, hitting out of the way everyone that was on his path. He pulled back his first punch in the battle, and what was sure to be the final one.
     “No…” Redevolt’s scream came from behind the desperate hero.
     Titan didn’t care for anything anymore. He landed the hit and watched as the engine reactors started to shatter, creating explosive energy. He fl ew upwards knowing in his half-deranged mind that no one would escape the ship alive. The force field that kept all the heroes on the ship would also keep all the villains on the ship, close enough to be disintegrated by the explosion.

He felt the explosion before he heard the noise, the power of which pushed him higher upwards, his strength allowing him to burst through the force field. He closed his eyes, ready to give in to death, but it wouldn’t come. He heard the terrified screams of all the would-be victors below himself and it rang along his soul like an echo of a funeral bell.

     He was falling down, but unlike the rest of the Order, he was falling down alive. He did not see any remains of the Sinister Society among the junk that was flying down with him.
     “Dead… Everyone… It shouldn’t have been like this… At least the Earth is safe.” The thoughts of the last standing hero were as disconnected as the parts of the battleship that he fought on.
     He landed in what seemed to him was a graveyard. He saw beautiful lights, radiating from all of the dead bodies of the heroes. The magnificent lights flew up and away into the sky, making the only peaceful image in the quiet street. The Titan smiled with lament, his eyes pouring tears while his body continued to shake from the shock. He slowly stood up and looked around.
     “No… This isn’t a graveyard… Graveyards are peaceful, this is something much more macabre…” Titan said to himself.
     The bodies of his dead fellow heroes were lying all around him, making Titan the center of the atrocious picture. Blood was everywhere Titan tried to look and closing his eyes only seemed to have worse effect on his mind. The bodies were so disfigured that he could not recognize anyone if it wasn’t for the symbols on their costumes.
     The normal people that started to come out of the buildings, where they hid away from the battles, interrupted his loneliness. None of them said a word, simply staring in awe.    

     “Maybe, this is all but a dream… Then why can’t I wake up!?” Titan’s mind was a cascade of emotional extremes that continued to tear apart his psyche. Nobody dared to walk up to him, leaving him absolutely alone amongst the dead.

     He flew up and grabbed a huge 18-wheeler that was parked by the nearby coffee shop. After easily ripping off the trailer and putting every hero’s body into it, Titan walked over to the closest alley, which was overshadowed by the darkness inside. He took a daring step into it.
    
     “No more…” His whisper sounded menacing and deranged, as he looked back at all the people that stared at him, frozen in fear. They knew they played no fault in his loss, but the rage that was boiling at the very edge of Titan’s insides was ready to spill out at anything that would give it half a reason.

     “No more…” His silhouette disappeared into the darkness, never to be seen or heard again. His child was left on a porch of a house further away from the city. It was a house of an older man and woman, who had no relation to the Titan or any other heroes. On the baby carriage there was left a single note. Some words were scratched on and barely recognizable, some were written diagonally and sideways, most likely evidencing the disappearance of the last bits of Titan’s sanity.

   

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Very Short Stories


For my blog, I thought it be fitting to make it about writing. On here, I will post short stories, less than 2000 words, which could be about anything that I felt like writing about. Feel free to read them. The first one is about Gambler and Final Arrow, thought I'd make it a bit special by having two characters that we know in it.    
 
   Their swords clashed like lightning, if lightning was made out of metal. It was raining on top of the Order of Sancta Camisia’s headquarters, the bleak clouds moving low over the rooftops of the town, the moon like an eager peeping tom, trying to see the magnificent bout in-between the curtains of clouds. The rain fell down briskly and quickly, as if trying to match the intensity of the sword bout. To the inhabitants of the town, their clashes would sound nothing more than the booming thunder to accompany the rain and everyone who knew the real truth was already dead.

   They had not said a word for the past hour, dueling without a sign of fatigue or repentance in their eyes. The man that was known as Final Arrow had a crimson sword in his hands, his most formidable weapon. He moved its heavy weight as if it was a mere feather. He was wearing a black overcoat that fluttered behind him gracefully, almost majestically, despite the numerous blood stains sprayed across it. A mask was drawn across his face with horrifying demonic image with suppressed red color pouring out from the places where his eyes would have been. The entire attire was meant to inspire great fear in the minds of his enemies, and it never failed to do so, except to the man he was facing now.

   Gambler’s physical prowess matched his opponent perfectly. His usual battle uniform also with dabbles of blood, covered over by a brown trench coat, was being filled with pouring sweat as he continued to keep up with the demonic man in front of him. His sword was less heavy than Final Arrow's and no less durable, forged from the greatest metals and strengthened by sacred magical rituals. A hint of utter disgust was drawn across his face, but he hid it well, focusing completely on the battle at hand.

   Their complete mastery of combat was displayed at its very peak as they simply circled one another on the rooftop, not giving the other an inch of distance in retreat. For every feint, the other would make a counter, for every surgical strike, the other would produce a perfect block. To an untrained eye it looked as if the two combatants were dancing to music only audible to them, circling each other continuously. Their swords were moving much too quickly for an untrained eye to notice anything but sliver of silver and crimson making slight whistling noises as they intertwined around each other. Each time their swords met, a shower of sparks would emerge, spraying wildly in all directions. The roof tiles had been long gone from the power that surged between them.

   “Why? Why dee hell did you do dhis, mon ami?” Gambler finally broke down and spoke after a powerful strike pushed them both backwards. He kept his sword up, but his face had a deep line of lament on it.
   “Ugh… Gh… Arrow isn’t in right now, but you can speak to him directly when I send you to hell!” Arrow twitched strangely, but not without keeping his sword up also, before replying in an unfathomably gruff and devilish voice.
   “Let me talk to him!” Gambler’s newfound rage sprained extra strength into his sword as it clashed against the swaying blade of his opponent. The adrenaline pumped even harder as Gambler continued his assault, every clash of swords making him angrier, pushing his abilities through the roof of his limit. Arrow’s defense continued to be impeccable, although he was slightly taken aback by the newfound might of the blows, not noticing three aces that flew at his chest, glowing bright pink as they made a powerful explosion.
   Arrow was knocked off his feet and the entire roof of the building collapsed. Gambler leaped over the smocking hole in the roof and landed next to the mess of cloaks that now lay in front of him. Arrow’s demonic mask was lying on top of the pile, also seemingly unoccupied. Suddenly, it was as if the cloaks became a liquid as multiple ripples became to spread across it until they finally parted, revealing a naked man crouched in its midst. The liquid black cloaks continued to revolve around him, covering up almost all of Arrow but his face.
   “I’m sorry, old friend… I thought I could control it, I thought this was for the better… Such power!” The man he saw before him was indeed Arrow without any parts of his otherworldly inhabitant. His tone of voice had an enormous amount of remorse, but it also sounded absolutely lost in its grief. He did not dare to even look up at Gambler as he talked.
   “You single handedly murdered every one of the Order of Sancta Camisia, incapacitated dee Weather Man and managed to frame a different hero for a different murder, sending mi on a wild goose chase. We worked for dhis for ages, Arrow. We worked for dee Order to be what it is today. Why would you destroy it?” Gambler’s sadness was only masked by his absolute bewilderment that he hid throughout the entire battle. He looked down at Arrow like at a brother who had misbehaved.
   “This beast… It feasts on my soul but it gave me such power… But it needed more souls for me to sustain it… You know of its power Gambler, you of all the people know how much this demon god had aided our quests…” Arrow finally managed to look up, his shadowy cloak continuously revolving around him like the rings revolve around Saturn. His face was distorted, much older and work out with a great amount of wrinkles. His eyes flashed multiple times with crimson red and his face changed from tearful remorse to insatiable greed, the demonic power unwilling to rest inside him, demanding to be let out, but Arrow held on.
   “I do know, mon ami. I do. But why us? Why dee Order?” Gambler signed sadly, letting his sword rest upon his shoulder, remembering all the times Arrow’s demonic powers would become godlike. Gambler had the bringer of apocalypse for a friend, which felt empowering to the point of arrogance.
   “It wants evil… I tried… to give it good souls but… it wants evil… Souls of those who… ahh… it feeds on it… Oh crap…” Arrow lurched over, holding his stomach in terrible pain that eviscerated his entire body. Suddenly his skin began to bulge and rip, as if something was trying to get out.
   “And that’s why you will make the most delicious platter on tonight’s course! RAAAGHH!” The demon had finally enveloped Final Arrow inside itself completely, rising out from the ground, towering over Gambler like a monstrous skyscraper. Gambler reached out for the deck of cards in his back pocket, smugly brushing the dirt that the monster raised with its power off his shoulder. He picked out four aces from the deck without looking.
   “Sorry mon ami. I don’t think so.”    

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Relationship help required

Please, I do need some advice, the more you give the better I shall be. Here is the story. There is this girl who likes my best friend. He likes her back and they are pretty much going out, for which I am plenty happy, but that I told you that story to explain this one. The girl's best friend currently resides in Texas and I've known her for a month now. First all four of us used to speak on the phone, me my best friend, his girl an the girl from Texas. As I began to get positive vibes from her and I returned them, we've known each other for a month now and spoke on the phone for hours at a time, 5 hours on Sunday actually. We seen each other in pictures and I began to have feelings for her and I could tell she was feeling something too, but suddenly yesterday she told me that she just wants us to be friends, since we live too far, which is of course true and I totally understand, but she is coming to visit her best friend on summer down to my town, a few blocks away from where I live. Here is my question, what should I do?

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A Writer's Blog. (No More Heroes).

This is a blog of a writer. Someday, I hope, I will write storylines for the major comic book distributers, but for now, this will have to suffice. Feel completely free to critisize and comment on any piece that I post here. Enjoy!

This is a prologue of an original book i am currently writing. Check it out!

No More Heroes.

Prologue.

 Remember The Fallen.

“NO!!” – he was screaming at the top of his lungs in pure desperation and angst.

“It’s a trap! Get out! Fall back!!! Everyone fall back!” – his words were of no use to the other allies.

The Order of Heroes was being disintegrated, squished from all sides in an epic massacre of the skies. He was their relentless leader, the Titan, trapped in a full proof psyonic cage and forced to watch as his comrades were being made into fallen victims of the six month war. The Sinister Society was making them unable to fall back into safety. The seemingly unlimited number of revenge and blood hungry nemesis villains blocked their way out of the villain space ship. The greatest heroes on Earth were being stricken down, straight down into their graves.

“Redevolt had planned our demise so precisely, so perfectly…” – the Titan could not help himself, but to admit the hellish genius of his arch nemesis.

He cocked back his huge silver fists and started hammering away at the psyonic cage. The blows that could have shattered Mount Everest did not create a single dent in his cage of torment. He was hanging in mid-air, having a top class seat, right above where all the massacre of his own soldiers of the Order was taking place. His heart was being ripped apart by the vile screams of the heroes that he called family and friends. His eyes that never had felt anything wet before, were now pouring tears that were coming straight from his open wounded soul. He did not want to see what was happening among the huge spaceship that Redevolt had created exactly for this battle, but he could do nothing else. He fell on his knees, the leader of the most elite and most powerful. The last hope of the planet as they had called them. The Order of Heroes was being slaughtered, after coming so close to a victory it all turned out to be a fatal trap.

Titan’s tears were now reaching the floor as he was kneeling down and starting to hammer at the walls again, knowing that there was no way to escape the psyonic prison, just like there was no way to escape the grim fate of the war.

“No… Flare, Deathwish, Icicle, The Rocket, Android, Wolfman, Nature-girl, Rubber man, Destructo, Lady Sting… Diamond…” – he was recalling the names as he saw their last effort slain in vain. The heroes were being devastated and only their costumes and masks were left engraved in his memory. They were the people that saved each other’s lives and kept the hope of planet Earth staying alive in the last six months. They were brothers and sisters to him, maybe even dearer. Diamond was more than a friend to him; she also was the mother of his child… And he could do nothing but watch her struggle for her life, with each blow becoming more hopeless than the other. He wanted to turn away, but couldn’t. The horror glued all of his attention on the macabre scene. If only he could get free…

For every hero there were ten villains, and for every hero that still managed to survive, there was the death ray. The ray was completely merciless, destroying the heroes from the inside, able to waken their deepest nightmares and trap them inside of them, ensuring an agonizing death of eternal hell to whoever touched the ray. Not a single hero could resist it, or dodge it for too long. The massacre was short but in the eyes of the Titan it seemed to last an excruciating forever. His mental state was being completely shattered, his always calmness was gone from him, his eyes were popping out of his eye sockets and were unable to blink away from the terror. He wanted to rip his ears out so he wouldn’t have to hear any of the screams, and render himself blind so he wouldn’t have to watch this anymore. All of their hard work and lives were being killed and thrown off the ship.

“Titan… Titan hold on I’m coming…” – the words of slight hope came from the right side of the Titan’s prison. He turned and saw his best friend and sidekick, Spartus, charging though a huge crowd of the fighting heroes and villains. He ran to the cage where the Titan was imprisoned in.

“Hold on… I’m going to let you…” – the young hero never got finish his phrase, as a psyonic blade was struck right through him, squirting the blood all around on the floor. Spartus slowly slid down with a small river of crimson liquid leaking away from his body.

“I did promise you the head of your little punk on a silver platter when I finally defeat your annoying Order… And I do intend to keep my promises,” – the calm voice was coming from a tall man dressed in dark red dress suit with a red cape and a blood-like “R” symbol on his chest.

He took out the psyonic sword from the dead body of Spartus and made sure that the Titan was watching, giving him a sleazy and sinister look. He struck he sword again into the dead corpse of Spartus and brought it up, right to the paralyzed face of the Titan. The head was dripping with blood and Titan could smell the life of his sidekick coming from his decapitated body.

“No silver platter, but I think this will do, won’t you agree?” – the voice of the evil maniac remained as cold blooded as his murders.

“You’re insane… You’re mad, you are so very mad…” – Titan’s words were of a scared and a broken down man. He could barely comprehend what he was doing, as his mind was already making illusions and creating chaos in itself.

“Yes, I am, thank you. And soon, you will be too,” – Redevolt had answered in a completely casual manner, while turning around and sending a psyonic blast that landed in the back of one of the still remaining heroes, making her stagger and fall. Titan’s eyes only grew wider as he saw a group of killers jump on top and finish the hero off, disregarding all human laws.

Redevolt let go of the psyonic cage and watched as the mighty Titan crawled out on all fours, like a helpless baby, silently weeping over the dead copse of his sidekick. He heard footsteps coming in closer on him from all sides of the giant battleship, sounding like gongs from the Angel of Death. Titan looked up, managing to breathe inconsistently and heavily, and saw hundreds of blurred out faces staring him down. Each one of them was more vicious than the other. He felt weak and useless, but still tried to get up. His efforts were stopped short by a psyonic wave from Redevolt, launched at his mind.

“Stay down, there, good boy,” – the coldness and cunning that was coming from Redevolt was inhuman.

He kneeled down to the Titan and grabbed his chin, while looking the tortured man squarely in the eyes with the gaze of a deeply satisfied devil.

“See, everything is just like I promised to you, old friend. I asked you to surrender willingly six months ago, but you decided to play the big hero, and try to resist the fate of the Earth,” – Titan could feel Redevolt’s breath in his face as he weekly laid on the cold floor, beaten down without receiving a single punch.

“I can’t believe I am witnessing the man of the strongest will lying right before me, like a broken child’s toy. I did not even have to use the death ray; I did not even have to touch you!” – Redevolt’s voice was booming all around the skies in victory.

Redevolt slapped the Titan in the face, as if trying to get him to answer, but the only thing that remained on the Titan’s face was a blank stare that was rid of emotion.

“I… can still… win…” – the Titan whispered and tried to crawl towards Redevolt, and was stopped by a stomping boot on the top of his head.

“You can still win? Look around you, there is no more Order of Heroes to hide behind. Earth belongs to the Sinister Society with me as its leader,” – Redevolt used his vast power of telekinesis to lift the Titan up in the air and made him rotate around to see the huge circle of no one else but the villains that he fought against so valiantly.

“Look around, Titan. Every face in here hates every little bit of your guts. They are like starved wolves, hungering for your dead body. I am the leash that is keeping those wolves away from you. One word, and each one of them will be more than glad to rip the skin off your bones…” – Redevolt was now whispering to the Titan in the ear, like a vile snake.

“But that is my job… I wish you could see this from my eyes and witness the glory of this victory. So long we all had waited…” – Redevolt turned the Titan back towards himself and squeezed his fingers into a tight fist.

Titan’s muscles bulked up in resistance to the psychic pressure smashing Titan from all sides. But his face remained completely emotionless, despite the pain that was pressing on his body from all sides. The pain from the inside overshadowed the outer suffering like an eclipse.

“You… how can you still resist?!” – struggle could be heard in the voice of Redevolt, as he used all of his mental power to strangle the emotionless Titan.

Titan looked up, despite the pain completely covering him and shattering from everywhere. It was as if his mind was separated from his body, both becoming their own organisms. Past the huge crowd of vile faces with joyous smiles on them, past the rag filled outer body of the fateful ship, his eyes saw and his remaining senses told him to use the death ray. His focus returned and he pushed back the invisible pain, managing to break free for a second. The Titan crouched down onto the floor and after putting together every little bit of energy left in his super human body, he launched himself like a missile. He flew past the fiendish crowd, hitting out of the way everyone that was on his path. He pulled back his first punch in the battle, and what was sure to be the final one.

“Nooo…” – Redevolt’s scream came from behind the desperate hero.

Titan didn’t care for anything anymore. He landed the hit and watched as the death ray generator started to shatter and generate explosive energy. He flew upward knowing in his half-deranged mind that no one would escape the ship alive. He felt the explosion before he heard the noise. The power of the explosion drove him higher upwards. He closed his eyes, ready to give in to death, but it wouldn’t come. He heard the terrified screams of all the would-be victors below himself, and it rang along his soul like an echo of a funeral bell, reminding him of the events that happened only a few minutes ago.

He was falling down, but unlike the rest of the Order, he was falling down alive. He did not see any remains of the Sinister Society among the chunks of the ship that was flying along with him.

“Dead… Everyone… It shouldn’t have been like this… At least the Earth is safe,” – thoughts of the last standing hero were as disconnected as the parts of the battleship that he fought on.

He landed in what seemed to him was a graveyard. He saw beautiful lights, radiating from all of the dead bodies as they flew up and away into the sky, making the only peaceful image in the war-torn street. But it was a picture that only existed in the Titan’s mad driven mind. In reality it was only a graveyard that existed right in the middle of the city. He slowly stood up and looked around.

“No… This isn’t a graveyard… Graveyards are peaceful, this is something much more macabre…” – Titan said to himself.

The bodies of his dead fellow heroes were lying everywhere around him, making the Titan the center of the atrocious picture. Blood was everywhere making the Titan see red in every place he looked. The bodies were so disfigured that he could not recognize anyone if it wasn’t for the symbols on their costumes.

The normal people that started to come out of the buildings, where they hid away from the battles, interrupted his loneliness. Titan saw the people as a sign of hope, to at least mourn and share his despair over the lost heroes.

“It’s… It’s a win. We won! Victory! Earth is saved!” – the screams coming from the crowds were far from mournful or sad. The Titan’s eyes widened in disbelief, as the people completely ignored the dead bodies and lives that were sacrificed in order to ensue the victory they were celebrating over. Dances and cheerful yells could be heard from every side. Titan’s senses started to blur out, as he fell to his knees not wishing to accept the truth.

“Maybe, this is all but a dream… Then why can’t I wake up!?” – Titan’s mind was raging; knowing if he had to endure anymore of this, his rationality would snap.

The people were just laughing it all away, like it was a holiday.

“You are no less savage than that crowd of fiends we had fought against! We all fought for your lives, and this is your return!? We are the same as you are, and you treat the loss of our life just like the loss of an automatic rifle! We are just simple weapons in your mind, right?! Right?!” – The huge crowd of people ran back inside the buildings in the fear of the enraged and almost insane Titan.

Titan flew over grabbed a huge 18-wheeler that was parked by the nearby coffee shop. He easily ripped the trailer off and put every hero’s body into it. Then the Titan walked over to the closest alley, which was overshadowed by the darkness inside and took a step into it.

“There will be no more heroes… I will make sure of it,” – Titans’ menacing whisper could have been heard for miles away.

His silhouette disappeared into the darkness, never to be seen or heard again. His child was left on a porch of a house further away from the city. It was a house of older man and woman, who had no relation to the Titan or any other heroes. On the baby carriage there was a note, written in the Titan’s handwriting and addressed to his baby son, concerning the last day the Titan was ever seen.

”Life seems like a dream to me… I just want to wake up…

See lights among the fights, souls break up.

Looks more and more like a nightmare,

Because life doesn’t fight fare…

One by one we all fell… It’s a win, they all yell…

It’s a win, they all say, it a sin… so I pray.

Forgive us all, especially me, I couldn’t see

Where I needed to be… Another flash,

There were so much, my heart dash,

The things we couldn’t touch…

The things I cannot comprehend or understand

Why so many angels in the midst of battle?

So many dangers, my mind twists and rattles…

And then they just smile in denial, How could they?!

But why shouldn’t they? By our cold hands they were saved,

They didn’t care of the dead stare from us – the depraved.

Life is but a dream… But one scream

Turns it into a nightmare, lights flare,

Why should I care… I am the last one standing;

They are so not understanding of the cost…

The cost of the lost and blind forever regrets,

The cost… of which my mind never forgets…

I should feel great since we had won,

But who can share my despair, I am the only one…

The only one who is left…

No more heroes, taken all by death…

No more heroes, falls from my last breath…

No more heroes, my eyes gleam, it might seem…

No more heroes, one thing left is one theme…

No more heroes… life is but only one dream…

                    …No more… heroes…”
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