Thread: Hidden World (darkangel76 & Neophyte)

The vision haunted his nightmares, and it haunted his vision when his eyes closed. He felt the burning of the rooms, the eves falling and rocking the foundation of the home of his mentor, Master Karhara. The vision plagued him every which way he turned, and his vengence was known to all that hid in the darkness. As he sat on the roof and overlooked the park below the tall skyscraper, he licked his lips and narrowed his eyes. He knew something was there, waiting and stalking for the pray it so seeked. He jumped from the roof, the wind whistling past his ear as he flew. His eyes closed and the vision filled his mind once more. No master! Don't take them alone! Go Ajax, you must leave me and continue our work. You must protect mankind from the Darkness! Screams echoed in his ear, explosions rang out and a searing blast of fire rocketed past his face. Ajax looked on as his Master threw magic spell after magic spell, the Inquisitors standing stark still as they took the magical blasts and assilimated them into energy they could use. The swords raised and blue lighting arced from the tip, spearing through his master as he looked on. Ajax opened his mouth to scream, but no sound came, his vision blurred. Ajax opened his eyes and the ground came up dangerously fast. He opened his arms and his jacket opened like wings, catching the wind and allowing him to glide down and land at the entrance to the park. His dark sapphire eyes scanned the treeline, his senses searching for something out of the ordinary. He could smell something...he knew it was there. Come out you demon...I know your here he muttered. His hands glowed with supernatural energy, his right hand flaring with fire, and wind swirling around his other. He closed one eye and brought his hands together, the wind taking the fire and surrounding it as he flung his right hand out. The fireball shot toward the treeline and hit a large object that had been invisible before, igniting it. A large troll screamed in agony, his cries filling the crisp night air with the stench and piercing screams of the troll. The monster then focused its gaze at Ajax and jumped. Ajax sneered and disappered, moving faster then the troll could follow. The troll drop to the ground, a cloud of dust and dirt shooting up and filling the area around the troll. Blinded and burning, he sniffed the air, then stiffened as he felt something slice through his leg. He turned and there was Ajax, a sword made of swirling water and lighting had cut stright through his kneecap. The troll screamed again, but it was cut short as Ajax stabbed the sword through its head, impaling it with the lighting sword. The beast fell and shuddered as his body hit the ground, dead from the wounds inflicted by Ajax. The man stood above the beast, and as the dust settled the hero came into view. He wore a rather long black trenchcoat, his hair brown and shaggyly cut so it was mostly out of his eyes...he was due for another cut. He wore a button up shirt that was open, a short sleeved black shirt under that. Blue jeans covered his legs and a belt held those around his slim waist, adorned with pouches for reagents and components for his differnet spells. Large brown hunting boots sat on his feet, and his eyes looked down at the Troll. Stupid beast... he muttered and jumped up, disappering into the air in a cloud of dust. Across town he reappered, on the rooftop of a cafe, overlooking a long street lined with shops and people walking to and from different shopping areas. He sighed and sat against a billboard, watching the trees sway in the wind as he smiled, one of the rare times he did so. He looked up at the sky and blinked a few times, pondering what his next move was. New York was a large city, and the monsters were encroching quite a bit, setting up territorys and gangs all across the city. He didn't even know where to start...and then there was the call. His phone chirped quietly and it was out of its pouch, put to his ear and he smiled. Ajax Cleaning Company, you pay, we play. How can I help you? he said in a smooth, yet rugged voice, a voice that showed that he was professional and hardened to his line of work. The voice on the other line was less so, a bit squeeky and high pitched as it asked him if he would be willing to take on employment for a longer period of time. Whats the job? he growled, not enjoying being on a payroll. He heard what the man said and closed the phone, looking at the number. Fine...Mission accepted he muttered and disappered, reappering across town at the address that had shown up on his phone. He walked into the large mansion like building, and guns were drawn on him. Lower them men, before I'm forced to kill you where you stand. he muttered softly, his eyes glancing up at one of the snipers and narrowing his eyes. The gun shot out of his hand and onto the ground, melting to the floor. The red beams were moved from his body and he strode forward as he licked his lips. He moved into the boardroom and his eyes fell on Don Pablo, the resident mafia boss of the New York arm of Italina Mobs this side of Stanton Island. You called me Don? he said. The Don rested his chin on his hands and looked at Ajax. Ajax Miller, famed defender of man. I have heard of your work but your methods are a mystery to me...and a mystery they shall stay. I didn't call you here to talk trade secrets...I called you to offer you a job. My men are getting killed by something, something that we can't see or locate with any of our devices. But I was told by an informant that you might be able to help my men. I want you to determine the source of the issue and nutralized it he said and stood up, snapping. Two large suitcases filled with stacks of hundred doller bills. Thats your first down payment...do what you will. Keep me posted and I will continue to pay you. he said and nodded. Ajax nodded, took the suitcases and walked out of the boardroom, looking up at the balcony as he walked out, and saw a vision of beauty.