Legacies: Issue 1

Welcome!!

This is the *FIRST* issue of our new Fanon-Made storyline called *Legacies.* This storyline is Role-played and made by a certain number of experienced RPers. These are our RPers, and their OCs:

* TheSuperiorOne - Atlas Herrera
* Thecryingwolf3553 -  Izaak Walentowicz
* PyroHunter16 -  Kurenai Weiß
* Infamoussnakerising -  Jack Callahan

If you want to join the current ongoing RP, please ask in the comments and you will need most of our approvals to RP in here. Also, you need to have a DC OC (Original Character) submitted to this wiki and must share it with us so we know who we are RPing with. The key of the RP that we use:

* Normal writing is the dialogue between the characters.
* *Italic writing is a special writing type used for any type of long distance communication or a change in voice.*
* ***Bold and italic writing are the actions that characters do.***
* Writing in between the \*asterisk\* means that the character is talking in their heads.

## January 5th, 2201

***It was towards the end of the day as the students of the anatomy class left in a hurry in groups. One 18 year old guy named Atlas Herrera stayed behind as he kept writing in his little notebook about his homework assignments. He got up without any rush and was humming a song to himself as he packed up his things and zipped up his backpack.***

Woman: ***From the back of the class, was a 21 year old woman packing up her things as well and called out to Atlas.*** Atlas right? In my group?

Atlas: ***He turned around quickly to look at the woman with a smile and responded with a posh, English accent.*** Yes? That's me. ***The woman hesitated as she stared at him for a few seconds before shaking her head.***

Woman: \*Wow... He's cute...\* Y-Yeah, my name is Marissa. I was talking to my other group members about the project and I was wondering if you'd like to do the skeletal system portion?

Atlas: ***He smiled widely.*** Yeah, sure! ***He lightly jogged to her and sat on the table in front of her, bringing out his phone.*** I'll hand you my number and you can add me to the group chat.

Marissa: Alright, great. ***She smiled excitedly at him and brought out her phone as they exchanged numbers. She then packed up as her and Atlas spoke about where he was from and whatnot. She then left the room after talking for about 10 minutes and looking at the time.*** Bye! See you tomorrow!

Atlas: See you! ***He waved and slung his backpack over one shoulder, put one hand in his pocket and walk out of the room, waving bye at the professor. He walked through the school, going downstairs, saying bye to the numerous people that he knew. He pulled his phone out of his back pocket and texted his good friend. After he responded, Atlas self-celebrated, excited that he got to see his good friend again, after the New Years. He walked across the campus to another building and waited for the clock to hit 2:00pm, as that was when his friend's class ended and he stood up, waiting for him to exit.***

***Izaak Walentowicz, an 18 year old Polish boy with darkened blond hair, walked out backwards from his class, mid-conversation with a classmate.***

Classmate: It's my brother's birthday tonight, you coming?

Izaak: Coming where?

Classmate: To the party, duh.

Izaak: Third one since Christmas, Drake? Nah bro, staying home tonight. Gotta go grocery shopping with my mum.

Drake: Pfft, lame. Rach' is gonna be there. You're gonna miss out on that, Izaak!

Izaak: Your bro is in ninth grade, nothing's gonna happen with a bunch of kids around, haha. I'll rather go grocery shopping.

Drake: Ah whatever. See ya tomorrow.

Izaak: Yeah... ***He turns around shaking his head, before seeing Atlas. He smiles, jogging over to him as they meet up.*** Yo, Atlas! What's up? ***He smiles, his face looking healthy and young despite his green-greyish eyes.***

Atlas: ‘Sup, Izaak! ***He reaches out to Izaak and they do a quick handshake.*** What’re you up to bro?

Izaak: Ah nothing, was about to head over to the Tavern, like always. You coming?

Atlas: Yeah, sounds great right about now! Haven’t eaten breakfast... ***His stomach growls as he begins to walk to the parking lot.*** Let’s hop in my ride. I know you don’t have a car yet. ***They both walk to his car as he unlocks it with his key and they get in. Atlas pushes the button to start the car as it roars awake.*** Need anything on the way there?

Izaak: Nah it's fine. Let's gooo. ***He said enthusiastically as he jumped in with Atlas. He rolled the window down and looked outside the whole ride while talking with Atlas.***

## At The Tavern, 27 minutes later

***They were now in downtown Cayden, New York, the streets hustling and bustling along as Atlas parked his BMW on the side of the road. He looked at the entrance of The Tavern and got out as Izaak did as well. After locking the car, they both headed in, seeing not much people, but a bartender and another guy sitting at the table, talking to the bartender.***

Atlas: Let’s sit and get something to drink.

Izaak: Alright. Uhh, I'm fine with whatever you get.

Atlas: ’Ight man. If you say so! Yo, bartender! ***He shouts towards the bartender’s direction.*** Let me get a simple glass of merlot wine.

Kurenai: Coming right up, sir. ***The Bartender answered, grabbing a chilled wine glass and pouring the Merlot in and placing it on a coaster in front of Atlas.*** Let me know if you guys need anything else.

Izaak: I'll have the same.

***The Bartender grabbed another chilled glass and filled it for Izaak before placing it on a coaster in front of him.***

Kurenai: Here you are, sir. Just ask for another drink whenever you need one. ***He started polishing some glasses.***

Atlas: Thank you! ***He held the wine and started sipping it, little by little while talking to Izaak, then noticed the man that the bartender was talking to was looking at him funny.*** Is there something wrong? ***He said this in a genuinely confused tone, not knowing why the man was staring at him.***

***Jack (The man) chugged a glass, still looking at him, then he just huffed.***

Jack: Nah, just concerned for a light weight like you... ***Now that Atlas can clearly see him, this is that smartass in history class.***

Atlas: ***He seemed nervous and held up his hands.*** I can handle it man! No need to be concerned Jack! Nice seeing you here though. ***He said this enthusiastically, happy that another classmate was here.*** What're you drinkin'?

Jack: Let's just say it's a cocktail of good o'l America, I thought of it, requested it, and dub it, The American Ultra. ***He motioned for another, this time bigger.***

Atlas: Woooow! ***He watched the bartender, Kurenai, pour a larger glass for him. Atlas chuckled and turned in his seat towards the television up on the wall behind him. He held his wine in one hand and watched the news.***

News Reporter: This morning, more police officers were brutally murdered in their households, by an unknown group, believed to be super-humans. The police officers seem to have been related to the larger known heroes operating in the tri-state area, also known as the New York metropolitan area, which covers across New York, New Jersey and Connecticut.

Atlas: ***He takes a sip of his wine, seeming angry, squeezing the wine glass making it slightly crack.*** This sucks so much... I wish I could go help. Stupid hiring system fucks over everything. ***He looks down at the floor, sighing.*** Now look how much people are dying because other people can't help. ***He wasn't speaking to one particular person, but out loud, to whoever heard him.***

Izaak: Those big heroes can't save everyone, hey? Sucks that the police are paying for this shit... ***He sips his wine.***

Atlas: Yeah...

***The news suddenly switches from commercial back to it's regular programming. It now shows a reporter with a large crowd of people behind her, yelling and screaming, as she is ducking slightly as there are powers being fired up into the air by the rioters.***

News Reporter: ***Nearly yelling into the microphone due to the sound behind her.*** I-It looks like the riot is getting more intense now!! The meta-human rioters are getting closer to the mayor's office as they are DEMANDING for things to be changed around here!! ***A background explosion ensues.*** They are becoming more and more wild and the police and hero forces out here are having a hard time containing them!! ***A police officer gets behind her, asking her to move behind the barrier as the metahumans get closer, and so she would not get hurt. She complies as her and the cameraman do so, and the feed switches to a woman sitting in the station who begins to talk about the situation.***

Atlas: Look at that! They're acting like animals for no reason! Do we even know why they're rioting? Urgh... ***He turns around in his seat and slouches, sliding the empty wine glass back to Kurenai.***

***Kurenai refills the glass and places it in front of Atlas, having heard everything he said and contemplating heading out to deal with the people himself.***

Kurenai: \*If I can sneak out of here without any of them noticing, I should be able to intervene without a problem... Of course, I'll need to subdue, no killing this time around.\* ***He continued to polish glass, looking around at the bar to see if he could slip away without being noticed.***

Izaak: You heard about those new superheroes that were hired? They were super powerful, and they can't stop these guys? What a waste of money... Just look at that! They're tearing everything apart, if the police can't stop them, and the new heroes, who can? What if this spreads? My mum lives downtown... Atlas...? ***He gestured to leave, and looked down at his hand and clenched his fist.***

Atlas: ***He nods, setting his wine glass down onto the counter.*** Thanks. We've got to go now. ***He pulled some bills out of his wallet and threw them on the counter aimlessly as he gets ready to walk out the door.*** Let's go, Izaak.

Kurenai: Perfect, now I don't need an alibi. ***He mixed one more American Ultra for Jack before taking Atlas's payment and keeping the change as tip for himself.*** I'm heading out for the night. Take care of yourself. ***He left through the bar's back door, getting on his bike that he parked in the back alley as his work clothes started to burn away and reform into his usual outfit. As he rolled up his right sleeve, his right arm began to turn into demonic flesh as it turned into a red leather with black markings and glowing red cracks.*** Time to go to my other side-job...

***He tied his scarf around his face to obscure his identity before riding off towards the location of the riots. By the time Kurenai had arrived, the riot had escalated to violent levels. Parking his bike on the sidelines, Kurenai hopped into action, clenching his demonic fist before putting a leather glove on over his other hand and summoning one of his pistols before firing into the air to get everyone's attention.***

Kurenai: Rioters! Cease and desist immediately! Disperse and return to your homes! The government will fight for your meta-human rights, just give them time! ***He spoke in a slightly deeper voice than usual, allowing the influence of his demonic arm to affect his voice to disguise himself further.***

***Atlas hopped in his car and Izaak got in as well, also watching Jack leave the bar and jog somewhere else. Atlas revved up his car engine and launched off, creating tire smoke behind them as Atlas drove to the location of the riot. As they neared the riot, down the road from them were multiple rioters going crazy and messing with buildings and property around them. Every car that tried to drive past them got blasted, or shot at with their powers, so when they saw Atlas's car, they readied up.***

Atlas: Fuck off!! ***He pressed on the gas peddle hard, making the car accelerate even faster and passed the rioters on the way to the main riot, where things were getting nasty. Once he decided he got close enough, he looked for an alleyway and parked his car in it. Izaak got out first and Atlas got out after. He looked up the tall building and started to climb it, with ease. Once he built up enough momentum, he pulled himself up a ledge and started running up the side of the building, until he got to the roof. He walked to the edge of the roof, looking down on the major riot.*** Damn! What to do....

***Izaak dashed straight up the wall of the building parallel to Atlas, with grey streaks coming from his back and two green streaks from his eyes. He scaled the wall in a second, then stood on the roof.***

Izaak: There's so many... possession or soul control wouldn't work... Melee wouldn't either. Atlas? You gotta plan?

Atlas: ***He was quiet for a second then said*** Melee might not work with you, but with me, it'll be easy! Just gotta knock them all out! ***He said this excitedly as he stretched his arms, one after the other.*** They look weak anyways. But to make this easier... ***His eyes began to glow red and his palms became red as well, as red lightning surged around his arms. He held out one hand towards the rioting crowd and lightning built up around his arms, more and more until he released the red lightning bolt into the ground. The crowd lit up with red lightning all around as they mostly didn't stop rioting, but were confused where the red lightning came from. Though, some did stop moving, falling to the ground and this was when Atlas jumped to the ground.*** Wooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!! ***He landed onto the ground and start pursuing in combat with the rioters.***

Izaak: \*Soul fire? Light the bastards up? No... No that's overkill. I'll filter them, break them up into smaller groups.\* ***He leans forward off the building and drops off the ledge, gliding down slowly and landing safely on a damaged car. He kneels on it and touches it, as it begins floating a few inches above the concrete. He backflips off the car as it suddenly goes flying in one direction towards the crowd, hitting some rioters and causing the ones around the impact to scatter.***

Kurenai: No choice, gotta fight them off... ***He closed his eyes and focused power in his right arm before generating a spectral copy of it and slapping people aside, infusing people with shadows and putting them to sleep as he launched the spectral fist into the air and grabbing onto a lamp post to pull him into the air.***

***Through the chaos of it all, both rioters and heroes saw a blur of black swing by and land into a bunch of rioters, it the one, the all new, Vendetta! He started letting out a dark chuckle as he stood up from the rioter he knocked out.***

Jack: *So, who'd love to go first? **His voice was distorted, deep.***

Atlas: Woah!! ***He watched everyone fight against the rioters, almost forgetting he was in a battle himself. Smiling, he dodges a punch from behind and turns around to face the assailant, only to kick him upwards into the chin, sending his body into the air. Right after in a swift motion he does a backflip kick into another person's gut, sending them through the crowd. After this attack, Atlas begins to swiftly move around to each rioter and land hits on them, dodging minimally and maximizing each strike on every assailant. He does this continually, reading all of their moves and reacting appropriately to each move. Atlas punches a man in the throat and suddenly he hears someone behind him yelling. He looks behind him slightly and turns around fully with eyes widened as a man with an enlarging body punches into the ground with immense force, shattering the ground beneath everyone, disrupting their balance.***

Man: Agh!!!! You're probably working for those big heroes too!! ***He dashes at him with his arms crossed and tackles into Atlas, sending him into the air. All the other rioters slow down and some stop, to get their balance back but watch as this man tackles Atlas, sending him into the air. Atlas flips a few times and lands on his feet, bleeding from his head, but smirking as he looks back at the man.***

Atlas: Nice hit old man! Y- ***Suddenly the man is normal size again but enlarges his fists to punch Atlas once more with lots of force into the stomach, sending him skidding backwards some more. Before Atlas can make another snarky comment, he gets grabbed from behind by this woman and a hail of leaves shoot down from the sky like missiles ready to impale Atlas. He panics as he pushes his feet off of the ground, jumping and breaking out of her grip, doing a backflip to land behind her and strikes at her with an open palm, sending her at the other man. He does several backflips away from the hail of leaves, but when he looks up Atlas sees a giant fist 2 inches away from his face. The punch to his face connects, but as soon as it connects, he feels his fist automatically go flying straight in front of him, feeling the skull of the man that punched him.*** \*My body reacted on its own.. No need to be picky, I'll just use the martial art then.\*

Man: AGH! YOU BASTARD! ***He reeled back from the punch, holding his nose as it's been broken but when he looks up, he sees Atlas in front of him with both of his arms as blurs to his sides. Suddenly the man's body goes flying into the crowd with multiple punch craters visibly etched in his body. They look back at Atlas surprise he could punch at that kind of speed, as his fists are slightly smoking and his facial expression looking cocky.***

Atlas: \*He couldn't even see my fists moving at those speeds, heh.\* ***Surprisingly, lots of rioters begin to swarm at Atlas, to take him out, but he gets into a low stance and looks around him, for the nearest person. He runs at the guy and quickly gets behind him grabbing him into a choke-hold. Then, he turns and forces the hostage to turn to the rioters coming at him. They stop as they recognize it's an ally.*** Stop!! What do you want?? Do you want to be recognized for being heroes? Is it selfish? What are you all rioting for?

Random Rioter: T-They're not paying us enough! We're practically homeless!! Yet we risk our lives to save other people! Why even have this as a full time job anyways?

Random Rioter #2: Yeah! The government are the real villains!

Atlas: Tch... \*They are still heroes... Maybe I shouldn't be attacking them... Just defusing the situation normally... \* ***He took a little bit to decide what to do.***

***Jack was being circled by Rioters, his blood pumping, grin widening. Even when they attack all at once, Jack was fast enough to deal with them each with just his strength and speed, webbing up each of them, all of a sudden he saw a car flying at him. He noticed how it was launched in a straight, to surprise whoever threw it at him, instead of catching it or ripping it apart, he jumped through the windshield and out the back window, and he saw it was a big and muscular rioter weidling a parking meter, walking through the crowd, glaring at him. He shot a web at a traffic sign and pulled it to him, well half of it, and once it got in his hand, he spun it a bit while walking closer, then roaring at him as some of the Xenocyte covered it, making it tougher. Both charged at each other, as if they were in some intense sword fight, but eventually Jack hit the guy in the knee cap, breaking his leg, then hit him over the head, knocking him down, and he proceeded to keep hitting him, even throwing the sign away and using his fists and started laughing some rioters saw him, and saw that he was brutalizing one of their toughest.***

***Izaak was on the ground using his strength to immobilise people. A rioter approached him from behind, with a baseball bat imbued with embers. He smacked Izaak's back with his, burning his clothing, as Izaak flinched from the pain. He turned around, seeing the man swing his bat again, so he ducked and dodged it. He quickly turned into a green orb and flew into the bat, occupying the object. The bat floated out of the man's hand as he gasped, then it swung itself and smashed against his face while breaking, burning his own face. At this impact, Izaak jumped back out of the object and landed on his feet, as the man collapsed.***

Izaak: \*There's more vigilantes here with me. That's... comforting.\* ***Izaak saw the rioters were moving down the street as they rioted, heading to more buildings including a police station. It wasn't long before they broke in, and managed to take guns off some officers. Riot police arrived from both ends, but the superpowered thugs took them out easily. Izaak ran down to save some police but a rioter pulled up a pistol and fired at him. Izaak halted and picked up an officer's riot shield, blocking the bullets. He then peaked over in between reloaded and suddenly a green wave came out from beneath the rioter's feet, traveling through the floor and touched Izaak, as a silhouette copy of the pistol appeared in his hand.*** \*Echoes are so handy.\*

***He moved the riot shield aside and began firing the pistol at the rioter, shooting both his shins then his right hand, before he could charge up an energy attack. A female rioter grabbed him from behind as he tried to break out and shoot her. She lifted him off his feet, charging him with blue energy that turned him intangible, then threw him at the ground, as he passed through the concrete like air then became trapped within the dirt. Jack swooped in, sensing where Izaak was, he was "digging" him out of the ground by the neck and making him stand on his feet, he looked at the rioter, and pulled out several pistols, two held by his hands, and the other ten held by tendrils, all aimed at her, he opened fire, emptying the pistols, just all enough to luckily tear up her clothes with only one actually hitting her in the shoulder***

Jack: *Alright you bitch, tell me why you and your pals went crazy. But on a side note, you feeling lucky? Are ya'?*

Rioter: I WORKED FOR THOSE CUNTS FOR FOUR YEARS, I HAD JOB SECURITY FOR LIFE, THEN THEY FIRE ME AND MY FRIENDS?!?? WE WERE HEROES, IF THEY DON'T APPRECIATE US, WE'LL TEAR DOWN EVERYTHING UNTIL THEY DO!

Izaak: Woah what? ***He was wiping dirt off himself*** You're all heroes?

Rioter: WERE! ***She jumped up then landed, passing through the ground then burst up behind them, several more rioters backing her up.***

Jack: ***He chuckled darkly, turning around to them, he had the signature toothy grin the classic Vendetta always put on** You people don't get it don't you? **He was walking to them slowly, his suit's armored look almost turning into some bodysuit or second skin instead, as he became much bigger, the monstrous form. The rioters backed up, until one stepped in front and fired an energy blast to which Jack responded by making a shield of sorts which was slowly being picked away, in response, he made tendrils under his feet which dug through the ground and came out from under the rioters attacking them, however, one of the rioters had electrical hands, and grabbed the tendril, shocking Jack and making him roar out in pain, slowly peeling the Xenocyte, making him return to his regular stature, as the Xenocyte was growing unstable due to the pain, through the unstable mess, sometimes his face would show, and if Izaak looked closely, it was Jack.***

Izaak: Woah! Aren't you the guy from the bar? John, uh...Jack! It's me, Izaak! ***He looked at the rioters attacking him, so he tosses a ball of green fire in the centre of them, the ire ball exploding and throwing them all off their feet.***

Jack: ***The Xenocyte slowly reformed, covering him*** \*Damn it, old man's gonna kill me.\* Yeah I can see that with the lack of mask and/or disguise... ***He groaned, still trying to recuperate form the sudden electrical attack. Kurenai jumped down from the lamp post and began slamming rioters against each other with his spectral fist, incapacitating them before someone smacked him across the face with an iron shovel.***

Kurenai: \*Son of a b---ch... Iron shovels? Shouldn't be surprised, but still...\* ***He clutched his face, closing one of his eyes as the sting of the iron slapping him remained longer than it should. As the rioter with the shovel prepared to attack once more, Kurenai held out his demonic arm to catch the improvised weapon, using his spectral arm to throw him into an incoming group of rioters and knocking all of them down. As the rioters fell, Kurenai spotted Jack and Izaak.*** \*Those two... they're from the Tavern. So they have powers too? Figured Jack would have some, considering the mass amount of alcohol he downs every time he's there... But the kid? Life is cruel, tossing you into the fray like this...\*

### Over at Atlas

Snow Meta: If you're part of those thief heroes, you can do die too!!! ***He created multiple constructs out of snow and shot out at him, also soaring through the air. Atlas watched them soar towards him, but he ran around the rioting crowd, running down the street seeing Izaak with two other people fighting agaisnt the rioters. Atlas turned to the right and dashed up a building, dodging the snow projectiles shooting at him. Other rioters were super-jumping onto the roof of the building before Atlas could reach there. He flipped onto the roof, seeing some rioters there, and he squinted his eyes.***

Atlas: I don't really want to do this... But... ***He rushed at the assailants in front of him and quickly sent a right hook at an enemy then grasping their throat, throwing them at another enemy. Immediately, Atlas felt like an attack was coming at him, so he jumped backwards towards an air-conditioner on the building as snow projectiles flew past the spot he was standing on at blinding speeds. He skidded to a stop, a second later feeling pain throughout his body. It turns out a hail of snow projectiles pierced his body, exiting through the other side. Luckily the injuries were not as bad as it could've been, if he hadn't dodged.***

Armored Meta: You'll never understand us! ***An exoskeleton on this meta's back formed over his body as armor and started to pump out steam. His arm turned into a mini-gun and open fired at Atlas with an endless barrage of bullets as he ran to the right and jumped off the building, onto another. He rolled on the building rooftop and kept dashing away with his enhanced speed but got hit on his legs a few times making him angry. He managed to run around a building's door structure that led into the building. He was out of sight and suddenly jumped over it, surprising the armored meta and the other metas atop the other building's roof. Atlas soared over the gap of buildings onto the other building and did a front-flip, punching at the armored meta but he simply catches the punch, slamming Atlas into the ground next to him. He then kicks Atlas off the rooftop as he falls to the ground, hitting it, dazing him.***

Atlas: FUCK! ***He stumbled to stand but the armored meta jumped off the building and slammed into Atlas, creating a little shock-wave which knocked the wind out of him. His words slurred as he was trying to form a coherent thought, but another meta with laser breath, shot lasers out of their mouth as the armored meta still had his foot atop Atlas's chest.*** AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!! ***The laser breath attack engulfed his body, as it slowly made his body enter a crater that slowly formed under him. The armored meta then lifted his foot as the laser breath that also engulfed his foot became to hot and that made Atlas's body go flying among the ground. When the attack ceased, his body was smoking, his shirt was burnt off and his shorts were slightly ripped (don't worry he has copies of this outfit at home, lol).***

Armored Meta: We'll spare you if you stop fighting!! ***The armor around his head deformed and went back into his spine exoskeleton.***

Atlas: ***He got on one knee and looked up at him with angry blue eyes as lightning sparked around his upper body.*** Shut up. ***He held out his two hands at the armored meta as one huge blast of lightning shot out at the armored meta, sending him into a building. Other metas saw this and began to rush Atlas, but he took off towards where he last saw Izaak and the other vigilantes. He quick-stepped past lots of rioters and got to Izaak, breathing hard, but still managing to crack a smile.*** Need help?

***Izaak smiled hearing his voice without even turning to him, and chuckled.***

Izaak: Heh, nope. These guys aren't too tough, but they're screwing up the streets. We just need to divert them. Even if just for now. ***He looked around as one rioter looked at him, walking over to Izaak ready to attack.*** Here comes one. ***Izaak saw as the metahuman had mini explosions crackling in his fingers, and his face looked sinister. Izaak ran at him, but he stuck his palm out as an explosion burst out into Izaak's face, throwing him to the floor. He blasted Izaak several times while he was on the floor, so Izaak kept shifted and dodging while lying down to avoid the explosions. The metahuman got tired and growled, igniting his hands with a deep red orb, before punching both fists into the ground. The following explosion was big enough to shatter through the tarmac of the road and knock most of the rioters and vigilantes off their feet. Izaak crawled away from the smoke injured, as rioters got themselves back up groaning, realising the source of the explosion. They carried on rioting, as the explosion meta got up from the blast he just made.*** \*Shit...\*

Explosion Meta: Where're you going, "hero"? You know I used to defend these streets, for children like you to play in.

Izaak: Okay, look, I'm sorry you were fired, but destroying the city isn't going to give you your job back. ***He began getting himself up.***

Explosion Meta: Oh I don't want my job back. I want the government to pay for what they did to me, to all of us. This system, it's broken! ***Some rioters cheer and yell with him.***

Izaak: \*This is hopeless...but his power, that stopped them from rioting for a bit. Maybe I should...\* ***The meta walked away from Izaak, so when he got himself up, he ran over to the meta from behind and lunged at him, tackling him to the ground and holding his face to the floor. He turned the metahuman's head to his own and looked him in the eyes, then possessed him. Izaak fell to the floor as the meta's eyes rolled back, then he got up and stood straight.***

Metahuman: *Atlas, it's me, Izaak. Stand back, I'm going to blow this guy up, hopefully scare everyone off. Take my body away too.* ***Atlas nodded and Jack and Kurenai overheard. Atlas lifted Izaak's unconscious body and stepped into a building for cover.*** \*Okay...how does this work...um...whatever I'll just try this...\*

***The metahuman curls up as red streaks travel through his body, his eyes turn red as small explosions occur over his body. He then bursts out, and his whole body detonates into a giant explosion that shocks everyone, sending the rioters flying back and leaving huge craters in the road. In the aftermath of the explosion the metahuman's body is on the floor burnt up, and the rioters were all scared from the bomb, and halted their riot. It was quite after the explosion, no sirens or yelling or anything. A few helicopters were heard in the distance, and four or five metahumans refused to back down, but they noticed that the rest were running away, tired and scared, so they followed them and fled the area. The vigilantes exited the building, but the helicopters noticed them and mistook them for rioters and began firing at them, so they quickly left to the only place they thought of: the Tavern.***

***When everyone rushed in the bar was empty but the TV was on with reporters talking about the incident. Atlas's eyes were glowing yellow, as gold lightning was sparking around his body, as he had a borrowed hoodie on, from getting his shirt burned off.***

Izaak: That was crazy...holy crap, I can't believe they actually backed down.

Atlas: Y-Yeah!! And you guys! Jack and... what was your name? Bartender?

Jack: Kurenai, and what about us? ***He was still in his more beastial state until he made the Xenocyte turn into regular clothes.***

Atlas: Right... You two having powers are a surprise to me! Make sure nobody sees you if someone does come in, Jack... ***He took a glass that Kurenai poured for him and drank it in one sitting. He asked Kurenai for more as he was feeling very thirsty.***

Kurenai: You can call me "Krim" if Kurenai is too much of a hassle. ***Kurenai quickly refilled Atlas' glass and placed it in front of him before making himself an old-fashioned.***

Izaak: Wow. ***He sat on a stool*** Our bartender is a superhero, just like us. This is awesome. I mean, aside from that crap that just happened. What are we going to do about that? Those rioters easily defeated the cops, if they realise that the military is no match for their numbers either...this riot becomes a war. Or maybe I'm exaggerating?

Kurenai: If it was just a riot gone bad, then we'll just leave it be. *But*, there's still a possibility that someone's organizing all of these riots. I'm a bit on the pessimistic side, not gonna lie, so I'm bound to think that the riots will escalate far beyond what we just experienced. ***Kurenai takes a sip of his cocktail.*** You might be exaggerating, but it's possible.

Izaak: Organising the riots? If that's true then they definitely haven't stopped here...

Kurenai: In that case, we should probably be on the look-out for more riots. Stay vigilant and whatnot.

Jack: I'd know when there's gonna be another riot, I have someone who surveys streets for me, and if something really big is going on he'd- ***His phone rings, and he answers** Yello?...Yeah I was there at the riot...Gunshots were necessay ya' old coot...It was the intimidation factor...Well you don't appreaciate theatricalities...What did you call for then?...Oh, well, alright, see you old man.* ***He hung up and placed phone back in his pocket*** Alright, he admits there must be something going on, and the old fart has a pretty good nose when it comes to shit happening, soooo, Krim, five American Ultras, the large mugs, the two are for Atlas and Izaak over there... ***He stated as he made a tendril pass money for the drinks, as he approached the Pool table and decided to have fun.***

Kurenai: Comin' right up. ***Kurenai mixes up the drinks, sets one down for Atlas and Izaak, then sets the other three down on the bar for Jack to drink as he takes the money and puts it in the register before getting the change and leaving it beside the drinks. Jack took the change and three mugs, one mug held with his right hand and the other two with tendrils, he was backholding the stick as he was preparing his shot.***

Jack: Now boys, considering you just stopped a riot with a vigilante who is the newest version of a vigilante from a hundred years ago, what'll you all do about it.

Kurenai: You're a repeat customer, so I'll let it pass. Besides, an update on a vigilante from the past might be needed for the future... ***Kurenai grabbed another glass and poured some rum into it before filling it up with cola and putting a lime wedge on it, taking a sip.*** How's the American Ultra, boys? It's a heavy drink.

Izaak: Uh...***He taps the glass staring at the drink on the counter at eye-level.*** This won't kill me, right? I'm not a heavy drinker...

Atlas: Haha, same Izaak! Look, ***He sips the drink and makes a face.*** Come on Krim! This is too heavy... Anyway, I don't mind Jack. Just don't get us killed if we do fight together again... Unlikely though, I think we've might've stopped the riot!

Kurenai: Hey man, I didn't make the drink up. But uh... don't you think we might've lucked out back there? We were lucky we didn't need to seriously hurt anyone. The next time this kind of thing happens, we might need to start fighting seriously... ***He took another sip of his drink.***

Jack: I've been doing this whole shindig for a year, old man still berates me, but so far, enjoying the suit. And hey, if I can't impress him, at least I'm doing my civic duty of bearing arms and taking matters into my hands. Speaking of which... ***He grabs the other American Ultras and chugged them down without a care, and getting all balls on the pool table to where he wanted, stumbling a bit** ALWAYS DRINK AMERICAN! **He yelled/slurred out, then laughed.***

Atlas: He's already drunk! He drank so much... You must really wanna impress that guy, Jack. ***He stood up and stretched and walked to the pool table and grabbed a stick.*** I don't think this kinda thing'll happen again though, Krim. We stopped it all, so hopefully those people will stop terrorizing people... ***He thought a bit of what the rioters said to him while they fought.*** Anyway, we won't need to worry about fighting together again, just chill in this bar.

Izaak: Chill? This is awesome, we've been coming to this bar since...we could legally drink...of course... But wow, never thought the bartender would be a superhero or something!

Kurenai: Eh, if I have the time to go out and be a vigilante, I'll do it. Got college classes myself, actually. I'm working her to help pay the tuition and whatnot. That shit's expensive, man.

Atlas: I feel you man. I'm in college as well, studying to be an engineer actually. ***He's playing against Jack, as he's laughing hysterically to himself in the background. He burps and Atlas laughs at his shenanigans, hitting the striped ball but not landing in any holes.*** Fuck!

Kurenai: Might be the liquor, man. Take it easy. ***Kurenai filled up a cup with cold water and put it next to their drinks.***

Izaak: It's getting late, my mum will be worried. I should go, bye Atlas, and you guys, see ya next time I guess...

## The Next day in the Sewers

***Peter was training Jack in his biggest hideout within the Old Sewers, both were in a close quarters area, almost modeled after an office building, Peter was in some kind of cannopy area. Jack was suited up, all of a sudden three robots emerged, running towards him like ravenous zombies, making him pull out two pistols as he shot up one, making it fall over, but another jumped up in the air and did a drop kick on him, allowing it to kick off of him as well and perform a flip. Jack put his pistol away and engaged with one of them, doing a right hook, knocking back the robot, the other tried to hit him, but he narrowly blocked it and did a push kick to make some space for himself, and he sprouted out tendrils until Peter shot at one of the tendrils.***

Peter: Remember kid! Improve your skill, not your powers!

Jack: Tsk! ***He put the tendrils away, one of the combat robots ran towards him, grabbing his arms, and jumping over him, putting him in place, while the other robot charged at him. Jack flipped overthe robot as well, making the other one charge into the one holding onto him, he pushed them back into the wall. The one he held onto deactivated, he moved it away to finish the last one, punching ot multiple timesmin the head until it turned off.***

Peter: Sloppy... ***He got down from the cannopy.***

Jack: Excuse me?

Peter: You lacked proper form...

Jack: Oh so the rusty old geezer can still recognize proper form huh?

Peter: Better than the wannabe Vendetta.

Jack: Oh yeah, because an odl man can take back his title so easily... ***He chuckled at the end, there was some silence.***

Peter: Alright, but I'm not doing this for the name...

Jack: Huh?

Peter: Me and you, I have nothing on me, you can use and do everything you can...

Jack: You're joking... ***He looked at Peter, and like always, no nonsense, and from what Jack could feel, he knows that Peter isn't even damn near close, as he wasn't moving from his spot. Jack. was unnerved by this and dashed forward punching, but Peter dodged into a crouching position, and it was fair game, no one was holding back.***

Peter: No discipline... ***He delivered a right uppercut that launched Jack off the ground, it was so strong, his mask opened up to show the maw of teeth, and the punch made him vomit. Quickly, Peter grabbed Jack with his left arm by his neck, holding him above the ground, choking him a bit, Jack held onto Peter's right arm and kept him in an arm bar whilst webbing his arm up. Jack's mentor just let him in that state while running into one of the walls, left arm first, smashig Jack against a wall, keeping him there, making him loosen his grip, Peter began violently punching Jack in his masked face, and threw him into a wall. The Protégé slowly got back up, panting, quickly he made severeal tendrils pull out submachine guns and pistols, firing all at Peter, as dust kept gathering, he did it until there wasn't any ammo in the guns, something was wrong, he couldn't detect Peter, as in not that he killed him, but that, he wasn't there. The dust cleared, and he saw a shield of solid biomass, the shield dissapated and into a black and red left arm that was on Peter, Jack was so surprised, he didn't have any vocal reaction except...***

Jack: H-How-

Peter: Kid, if you actually decided to ask anything about that piece of shit you're wearing, you wouldn't be asking now... ***In Jack's shock, Peter made the left arm's fingers into long, sharp, and almost metallic looking claw and lunged at him, Jack narrowly dodged, many thoughts racing in his head.***

Jack: \*The old fart can still use it!? But- but I'm wearing it, how long has he had to wear it, what did it turn him into-\* ***He was punched in the face by Peter, who made him fly through several walls. Jack recovered, twisting himself in the air, using claws to slow himself down*** \*Okay focus Callahan, just put the man on his back at least once...\* ***He ran at Peter and turned both his arms into blades, he lunged at his mentor, spinning with his blades stretched by his side, he was like some drill. Peter dodged, but Jack planned this, he made one of his arms into a tendril and grabbed Peter by the foot, usi the momentum from his spin, and slammed Peter on the ground, but he landed on his knees, causing the floor to crack.***

Peter: Alright kid, at least you got moxie. ***Jack was retracting to the tendril and ran, using the momentum to punch Oeter, but he dodged, and let Jack run into Peter's fist. This finally knocked Jack down on his back, Peter made what piece of the Xenocyte he took retreat back to Jack and started walking away. Jack made his mask disappear, and that entire fight's damage really caused him to bleed from his lip a bit, a bloody nose, and a black eye, he gritted his teeth and glared at Peter who was walking away.***

Jack: What was this all for old man!? ***He yelled out, Peter stopped, only barely looking over his shoulder. The look he gave him, he could hear it all, if Peter, an old, broken, and unmotivated man did this to him, what would Trinity, the Pack, one group being able to beat Peter, and the other capable of castin Jack out of their ranks, what would they do to him. He smashed his fist in the ground, making it crack.***

## January 18th, at 11:25 am

***The sounds of machinery wiring, people grunting and metal clanking on the floor echoed in the large Petalmora Gym, in a sunny but chilly downtown Cayden. Atlas was in the locker room, as he just finished showering and was putting on clean clothes for the day. As he was doing this, his friends came from around the locker room and they all had a nice chat, full of laughing and joking. After 13 minutes he finally left the gym.***

Atlas: See you guys! ***Once he exited, he slung his backpack over both arms and pulled his keys out of his left pocket with his left hand and walked down the sidewalk to his parked car. He threw his book bag in and walked to the the other side, getting into his car. He drove off, keeping all windows down as he drove down the freeway to one of his favorite shops. He finally got off the freeway taking a few turns and stopping at the place on a corner, named Mash Donalds.*** Looks like I’m back here again! ***He entered Mash Donalds and a worker greeted him.***

Cashier: Welcome to Mash Donalds! How can I help you? ***She smiled at him and Atlas laughed, which made her laugh.***

Atlas: Come on Sabrina, don’t act like that!

Sabrina: What! I’m supposed to act like I don’t know you, remember last time you were here? ***She laughed and tried to keep the volume down as Atlas nodded his head in laughter.***

Atlas: Okay, okay. May I get.... ***He looked around the board several times before deciding on a breakfast sandwich and an Iced Caramel Mocha.***

Sabrina: Gotcha... ***She was typing away at the computer.*** Anything else?

Atlas: Nope. That’s all. ***He paid for his meal and said bye to Sabrina, leaving the Mash Donalds. He enters his car once more and turns on the air conditioner and lays the seat back a little to eat his sandwich in peace. Once he finishes his sandwich, he drinks a little bit of the mocha, setting it in the cup holder and driving off, still having a whole day to do stuff.***

***A few hours later, Atlas was at the park sitting on the bench and writing his math problems down by hand with a snack and water bottle next to him. He sits back and thinks about the problem in his head, trying to figure it out. That’s when an old man sat next to him with a puppy on a leash. Atlas sees this and grins from ear to ear.***

Atlas: What a cute pup! Can I pet it? ***The old man chuckles and nods and Atlas goes down to pet the puppy.*** What breed is she?

Old Man: She’s a Shetland Sheepdog. Very calm breed of dogs, yanno.

Atlas: Haha, I can imagine, she’s so well behaved! Say, is there a pet store around here? I’ve never seen one and I’ve always been trying to get a dog!

Old Man: Ah... Around 29th Street and 8th Avenue. It’s big a city so it’s quite far. But it’s worth the trip, and the puppies are quite pricy.

Atlas: Ohhh, alright thank you! ***He finished petting his puppy and stood up, putting his papers in his backpack and slinging it on his back.*** See you later mister! ***He walked off in search of the pet shop the man told him about. He walked around the city in no hurry, but just to stroll and take in the nice weather, even though it was January.***

***A breeze hit him as he looked inside of some antique shops while passing by them. Inside one shop he heard some commotion and walked inside as 3 guys, who looked about 21 or 22 were laughing and walked out of the shop. They passed Atlas as he then started to examine the fascinating artifacts in the shop.***

Atlas: Hey, shopkeeper, do you have any ancient looking bracelets? ***After he received no answer, he looked at the cashier’s desk and nobody was there.*** Hm, that’s weird. ***He walks deeper into the store and sees a door that Atlas assumes leads into the back room of the store.*** Hello? Anyon- ***He stops in his tracks as he sees the storekeeper lying on the floor dead with a gun in his hand.*** W-What the... ***His head whips around the shop then back at the man lying on the floor and kneels beside him checking his pulse.*** Goddammmit!!! It HAD to be those guys that I passed on the way here! ***He quickly ran out of the store yelling for help as people walking on the sidewalk looked at him. Some people ran inside to see if Atlas was telling the truth and they began to call police.***

Stranger: Did you find him like this?!

Atlas: Yeah! Please call someone quickly! I think I saw who did it! ***He ran out once again and looked around, seeing those same three guys across two blocks entering an alleyway.*** Shit, I can’t let them get away! ***With his backpack on, he sprinted across the street, dodging oncoming cars and even jumping over some cars. He ran past another street, where the light was red, so it was safe. Atlas was speeding across the sidewalk and at the alleyway that they entered. He finally arrived to the alleyway not slowing down, making the turn into the alleyway and as soon as he did, he was met with two of the guys and both had one hand held out in front of them, pointing in Atlas’s direction. In complete shock, he tries to predict their attack in a split second but fails and simply puts his foot out in front of him to slow his momentum to a stop. He then tries to bring his arms up in an X shield formation as their hands glow. In a flash of light, one of the guys emits heavy vibrations from his hand and the other emits some foreign white energy from his hand. These two attacks combine and collide with Atlas head on, sending him flying out of the alleyway and into the building across the street. This attack even caused the buildings surrounding them to vibrate and rattle intensely.***

Vibration Meta: Don’t come any closer unless you want to die!

Energy Meta: Yeah! You must be a meta too so don’t try it!! ***The metas looked back at the third meta who had a pistol with a silencer in his hand and was constructing a shield as it slowly opened. It was revealed that he’s been trying to open a portal out in a closed and safe area which is why they didn’t portal directly out of the shop. The portal was bigger than human sized, so he smiled and got up to run into it. The other two metas sprinted down the alleyway, trying to catch up with the portal making meta who almost crossed over.***

Atlas: As if! ***He dashed quickly through the smoke and crossed the street, running in low stance. It was seen that he had cuts and scratches all over his body as his head was also bleeding as well. His eyes glowed red as gas started to emit from them and red lightning emitted from his legs and traveled along the ground. The two metas heard him and turned around slightly as Atlas quickly caught up with them. The red lightning traveled along the ground, up their bodies, paralyzing them, stopping them in their tracks. Atlas kept running after the portal meta and manages to see past him into the portal as there are many more people looking in Atlas’s direction with lots of shock in their expressions. Atlas jumps up to do initiate a flying knee kick to try and knock out the portal meta. However the portal meta had already crossed the portal and in fear, turns around and closes the portal as Atlas just misses it, landing on the ground.*** Dammit...

Two Metas: AAAAAAARRRGGGGHHHHHHH ***The two metas were struggling to move as the red lightning still engulfed their bodies. Their hands were shaking and were starting to point in Atlas’s direction, as they started to glow once more. Atlas turned around quickly, and his eyes widened at the sight of their glowing hands. He quickly crouched building up leg force and jumped high up into the air above the buildings. The meta shot out their respective powers once more albeit more powerful. The surrounding buildings in the alleyway exploded as their foundations gave away and they crumbled down all into the alleyway. Atlas was looking down at the destruction, and his body began to fall down once more. Atlas landed on the rubble, walking through slowly.***

Atlas: They accidentally killed themselves... Goddammit... ***He slows and stops, kneeling down, over where they were standing.*** Idiots... ***He grabs his tummy area and shakes his head as he looks around him, smoke everywhere and escapes the scene as he hears sirens.***

## January 21st, at 2:41pm

***It was a cold Wednesday in the city and students were walking into the college library taking their coats off and rubbing their hands together. Atlas was in the upstairs looking through an aisle of books trying to find the correct one for his research paper. He was murmuring under his breath as he looked.***

Atlas: Paglia.... Paglia... ***He sighed and walked to his seat, sitting back and pulling out his phone impatient that he could not find the correct book. He turned in his seat back to his laptop and continued to look through and find something else that was relevant.***

***Izaak entered the library and immediately saw Atlas, and so decided to sneak up on him from behind.***

Izaak: Boo! Haha, wassup Atlas? ***He placed his bag on the table and started taking his homework out.***

Atlas: Shit! Really? ***He looked at Izaak and laughed.*** Oh, 'Sup dude? I've just been trying to do homework, can't fokin' find the book I'm lookin' for. ***He looks at his phone and sighs***

Izaak: Just find it online. It's there somewhere. Don't give up lookin'. ***He began doing his homework. Kurenai walked into the library and headed towards the mythology section, grabbing several books on demonology and sitting down at a table by himself. He opened one of the books and began reading about a demon named Akuryou. It told the tale of a demon who originally intended to conquer the world, but was stopped and defeated by a group of female exorcists. Among the exorcists was a female Nephalem, a hybrid of angel and demon. This Nephalem was the one who defeated the demon and drove him back.***

Kurenai: \*And thus is the tale of my family...\* ***He flipped the page and took out a thermos, taking a sip of the coffee he had made before heading to school. The next page spoke about the murder of the couple at the hands of a greater Demon, and how the children they sired were left homeless orphans.*** \*Damn, they really got detailed with the gore... but they're off on the children count... It says a single son and daughter, but I know from personal experience that there's a second daughter... an older daughter... from a previous marriage. This Nephalem had a prior husband, and a prior child... My sisters are fucking fucked...\*

***He sighed before closing the book and flipping to another one. This one explained Akuryou's adventures prior to the exorcists. He was just like any other demon, until he began to fight other demons and absorbed their powers. More, and more. Endless slaughter and cannibalism. His power grew till it was on par with the higher demons. Akuryou was asked to join the demonic military as an elite warrior, to which he accepted so he could satisfy his inner blood lust.***

Kurenai: \*So that's how he got so much power... Killed and absorbed other demons. If he has that power, maybe I might have it too...\* ***He looked at his own hand and before cracking his knuckles single-handedly. In his book, he read about the various weapons he used for himself: a pair of greatswords, a pair of gauntlets and armored boots, and a lone Katana. However, Akuryou also weaponized the demons he killed as well. He had absorbed so many demons, he could produce an entire armory's worth on a whim. The tales said he had done so, wielding these weapons without even holding them in his hands. The weapons would appear and attack on command while Akuryou wielded his greatswords or Katana.*** \*Interesting... Perhaps I might be able to attain such power one day...\* ***With that, Kurenai sat back and took a deep breath, sipping on his coffee as he stared at his right arm, which was turning scaly.*** Shit, not now...

Jack: You know I recommend lotion if that happens... ***Kurenai could hear his disembodied voice beside him, as he could see an open book on the table labeled: "Tales of Gotham". If Kurenai looked much closer he saw it was on the section called: "A Heartless Vendetta".***

Kurenai: I love disembodied voices. Reminds me of the demonic whispering that's constantly haunting me... ***Kurenai shrugged and put on a glove over his right hand to hide the scales as he decided to read the book on the table to take a break from all the demonology he had just been reading.***

Jack: Aw quit it with the goth... ***He stopped being invisible***

Kurenai: No seriously, there's demonic whispering in my ear every now and then. That's why I listen to music all the time. Drowns out the weird-ass Satanic messages... ***Kurenai continued reading the "Tales of Gotham."***Kack

Jack: Oh, that ***He referred to the book*** Have to research about the old man if I ever hope to upstage him from the name.

Kurenai: Best of luck to ya, bro. ***Kurenai returned to reading about his father's bizarre adventures.***

Jack: And the Hell's that? ***He looked at his beer giving friend's book***

Kurenai: The Legends of Akuryou, a powerful demon who just so happens to be my dad.

Jack: Wait, western demon right? If so, why does he have a Japanese name?

Kurenai: It's a source of dispute whether or not he's a western demon. Some say he was originally a Japanese man who died in a terribly dishonorable manner, resulting in his soul being dragged to the depths of Hell and horribly disfigured. I asked him about it once, and he did say he had a connection to Japan long, long ago. But that's all I got out of it. Besides, I'm Asian. He's probably Asian too.

Jack: Is it bad that I now picture a bunch of Templar Crusaders weilding Katanas and owning Jesus Christ body pillows?

Kurenai: ...That's awful. ***Kurenai took a sip of his coffee.***

Jack: At least what's left of Hope County's still sticking with me... ***He chuckled, continuing to read his book***

Kurenai: Alright then. ***Kurenai scoffed with a small smirk as he read more of his own book.***

***Atlas was reading something in his phone when he piped up, glancing st Izaak for half a second.***

Atlas: Hey, you ever just wanna... I don’t know. Use your powers without anyone stopping you? ***He seemed thoughtful.*** It’s like, the rioters that we fought... They kind of had a reason...

Izaak: Uh, well powers are pretty fun. I usually go on rooftops to use them freely, no one can stop me there. Is that what you mean? I don't think the rioters did the same thing... Practicing in the city like that.

Atlas: Yeah... I don’t know. I just wish I could go out and just... help people whenever I want to, without having to worry about anybody “regulating” me. It’s not fair. ***He sighed and laid back in his chair, looking up at the ceiling.***

Izaak: Yeah, I never see heroes going through paperwork in those cartoons I watch... I don't wanna help people for money, I'll go to school and work for that. I just wanna be like those ancient heroes who helped people because it was right, people loved them, they must've felt so praised. I want that. I don't want legal issues or anything to deal with. ***He sighs.***

Atlas: Hopefully things change man. Things are too controlled. Anyways, has anything happened with those rioters lately? You should check. Maybe they surrendered themselves.

Izaak: They did surrender for a bit, the news hasn't said anything new on them yet. I don't know what happened with them... ***He checks the news on his phone.*** Uh... Nope still nothing.

Student: YO EVERYONE! THE RIOTERS ARE ON THE NEWS AGAIN! ***A student yells out to everyone in the library, with a tablet in their hands of a live video playing. Many students rush to them to watch the live broadcast, where four metahumans are looking into a news camera. Police are seen in the area but are told not to engage, and a large group of the metahuman rioters are in the background behind the four leaders. The leaders are announcing their views to the public. One of the leaders specifically is talking.***

Leader: For those of you watching currently, I want to pass on a message. An idea. Have you, the people of New York, noticed how in the past decades, your so-called heroes have been becoming weaker, and how they are only willing to fight with the promise of money? The Metahuman Regulation Acts have been a poison on our society, it impedes our ability to act, and restricts our powers. These governments try to control us with their rules and laws, and don't allow us to be free, truly free. And as a result we grow weak. This is not how things should go. We can't rely on the government to run the city, the state even. Look how they treated their loyal heroes in the past week. ***He moves out of the way to show everyone the rioters standing in the back, who all look scared and tired.*** You, citizens, do you want frail heroes who only act because they're fed monetary rewards like a drug? Or do you want strong superhumans who will protect you because it's what they believe is right? And you, the metahuman society of New York, will you allow these government officials to shackle you, or will you break free and do as you please, with those amazing gifts you all possess? Nothing is stopping you from fighting back, the riots that happened, no one could stop us when we came together. I'm sure you all remember those government leaders that were assassinated in the past couple weeks, well here I am confessing that those deaths are on me and my comrades here. The larger we become, the harder it'll be for them to contain us. We are already to powerful to be stopped, even by your pathetic "heroes". ***He looks off screen as a couple rioters bring out from a building three figures in masks. The figures are tied up and mumbling, the rioters show the figures on camera and unmask them. The figures turn out to be three of New York's biggest hired heroes, all beaten-up and weak.***

Student: N-no! Those are the new heroes! How did they defeat them?!

Leader: I am offering you all one chance to join us, any metahuman who wants to fight, come to this location in Cayden. Any regular human, stand back and watch the crippling chains of the government break apart, and prepare to crawl out of your homes into a new, better society. ***He nods to a rioter, as they fire a green flash of light from their eyes, causing all the cameras and electronics in the area to disable, cutting off the broadcast.***

Izaak: ....dude. ***All the students go crazy over the ended video, talking about it, some scared and some excited.***

Kurenai: \*Stupid zealots... can't they ever chill out and not go bat-shit insane over their ideals...?\* ***Kurenai put the books away and headed out the door, getting on his bike and heading to the location the cult leader displayed before the broadcast ended.***

***An engine roar echoes behind Kurenai and Atlas’s car, Merlot drives next to him on the bustling street. Izaak is seen in the passenger seat and Jack is seen swinging and running on rooftops, behind the two vehicles. After a few minutes of driving, they finally get to the location of the riot leaders. They are standing on tall buildings next to each other as they are talking to their riot underlings. Atlas and Izaak exit Merlot and go to Kurenai.***

Atlas: I’ll take the armored looking dude. ***He cracked his knuckles and began to stretch, moving his watch into his pocket.***

Izaak: I'll take that one. ***He pointed at one of the leaders.*** Krimson? Who you going for?

Kurenai: It's Kur-, just call me Krim. ***He removed the glove and folded up his sleeve to reveal his demon arm, which began pulsing as it raised itself up and pointed at another of the leader.*** What...? He's possessed by a demon...? Guess he's all mine then.

Atlas: You fight demons? Makes sense with the demon arm... And I guess Jack is taking on that hot chick standing with them. Let’s go! ***He squats and builds up force to jump high onto a rooftop and does it several more times to get to the riot leader that he called. He lands on all fours and looks at the back of the riot leader, who has a silver shield on his back and a military-esque outfit.The riot leader looks back at Atlas, seeming to be in his 20s and inspects Atlas.***

Guy: Guessing you’re an opposition... ***His underlings surround him as they ignite their powers.*** My name’s Kyle. And you are?

Atlas: Atlas. Nice to meet you. Now you’re either going to stop what you’re doing, or I take you down. Either way, you lose this confrontation.

Kyle: ***His exoskeleton armor wraps around his body and leaves his head. He smirks and pulls the shield off his back.*** Fat chance loser.

Atlas: Heh... Fine then. ***He smirks.***

***Meanwhile though, while swinging, Jack started hearing some pulsing sound, which slowly started to sound like a scream. His senses warned him and he instantly let go of the webline he was swinging on, landing on a nearby building in a crouched stance, his whole world started going dark. He looked around, until he felt a woman behind him, her lips near her ear.***

Woman: *You are a hero, my hero. Please save the day for us, please save the day for me, please save the day for Lilith. **She made her hands roam around his body, his chest, his abdomen, his croctch even. He smirked, deciding to play along with her enthrallment.***

Jack: *Love me~ **He slowly turned to face her, and the smile on her face indicated, a kiss would fully make him hers. But when he faced her, he had a maw of a mouth filled with razor shapr teeth, and a long tongue, and he screeched at her, she was surprised by this and released a sonic scream straight at his face, knocking him back into a wall. He got the monstrous face back to the mask like appearance and he was laughing*** Holy shit! I almost kissed a former superhero! Hahaha, you super skanks, you always wanna resort to mind games first, huh?

Lilith: Grrr, you bastard! ***Her hands chrged with some blood red energy, and Jack fully got himself out.***

Jack: Uh Oh.

***Izaak jumped off the building, hovering down safely to the ground. He approached a riot leader, the one who was talking on the news. The leader was wearing a formal suit, but with a loose tie, as if he just walked out of an office building after throwing a fit. He was in his mid 30's, with a clean appearance, you'd never expect this man to be an anarchist leader. He saw Izaak and didn't show any signs of aggression.***

Leader: Welcome, little one. Here to join the revolution?

Izaak: Uh, no. I-I'm actually here to tell you...what you're doing is bad. My friends and I can't let you throw Cayden into anarchy.

Leader: Oh, another "hero"? I thought you would've realised by now there's no stopping us. We are plenty, and we already defeated this city's pathetic heroes.

Izaak: I don't care, I'm still here to stop you, the best I can.

Leader: Gosh you're trembling. ***Izaak was, seeing the gang of rioters slowly closing in on him as he spoke.*** You look like a child. How old are you?

Izaak: Seventeen.

Leader: You shouldn't be here. Run home, young one. Let the adults handle this fight.

Izaak: Can't. The adults lost.

Leader: ***He chuckles.*** Indeed. It's almost evening soon, and I believe the last of our supporters have arrived. Our final attack on the authority will begin soon.

Izaak: And will end soon after.

Leader: Haha. What's your name, boy? I'll start, I am Ralph Coates, but I prefer to be addressed by my first name today. And you?

Izaak: I'm Izaak.

Ralph: I'd hate to have to kill you today, Izaak. Don't push me too far.

Izaak: Uh...okay.

Ralph: Then let us begin.

***Ralph unbuttons his blazer and removes it, folding it as he takes a small object from the pocket, then tosses the blazer to the side. He's wearing a white dress shirt underneath with the first two top buttons undone, with his black tie loose and his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Izaak notices he has many fading scars on his arms, as Ralph gets into a fighting stance and clicks a button on the object he pulled put from his blazer, revealing it to be a switchblade. Ralph places the switchblade on his right wrist with his left hand, and presses it down onto his skin. He quickly slits his own wrist with the blade, as blood comes spraying out rapidly like a powerful pressurised jet of water. He aims it at Izaak who quickly dodges to the left, watching as the blood jet shoots past him and hits the wall of a building, blasting a hole into it.***

Izaak: WOAH! \*Is he using his blood as a gun?!\* Those are some strong veins!

Ralph: Beautiful, indeed. Now enough joking around, we can't afford to waste time. ***The blood jet ends as he cuts his arm again, as blood leaks out and covers his arm like a gauntlet, forming a blood blade over it. He runs at Izaak with the blade, ready to attack.***

*Next Issue: Legacies: Issue 2*