Legacies: Issue 7

Welcome!!

This is the *SEVENTH* issue of our new Fanon-Made storyline called *Legacies.* To read the previous issue, click here. 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
* Guilthegreat - Andrew Miller

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.

## June 12th, The Tavern

***As he stated, Rokuro was at the Tavern. Kurenai walked into the bar to start his shift right after he arrived, greeting the man as Kurenai took his place behind the bar.***

Kurenai: The usual?

Rokuro: The usual. ***As Kurenai filled a glass with ice, Emily walked into the bar.***

Emily: Kurenai!

Kurenai: Hm? ***He placed Rokuro's drink in front of him as the researcher continued to work on the robotic arm he had in his briefcase.*** How can I help?

Emily: Downstairs. Private discussion, now.

Kurenai: I just got here for work, c'mon...

Emily: It's urgent.

Kurenai: Ugh, fine... Try not to blow the place up, dude. ***He headed downstairs with Emily, leaving Rokuro above. When they got downstairs, Emily closed the door and locked it before turning to face Kurenai.*** What's the big problem?

Emily: I sensed a very small spike in demonic *and* angelic energy somewhere in town. Since we know so much about each other, I came straight to you to ask.

Kurenai: Might've been me. I know the demonic shit was probably me, but I don't know about angelic... ***Emily then pulled him close and sniffed him, taking a deep breath in.*** Whoa there...

Emily: That smell... the supernaturally pleasant one... it's stronger. It's more potent. I can't describe it, but it... might be angelic.

Kurenai: Me? An Angel? Well, with my chances, I wouldn't be too surprised. Angelic bitch-sister 1 and demonic bitch-sister 2: electric boogaloo have been talking to me as of late. Are you sure it's just me?

Emily: I don't smell any female angels on you.

Kurenai: Can you smell yourself on me?

Emily: One, gross. Two, yes. I can discern whether or not other female, angelic presences have been near you. I am confident I'm the only- No... something's out there.

Kurenai: Wh- ...fuck. ***The two turned around as Kurenai's arm transformed. His left hand began to glow a light grey as an angelic sigil briefly flashed on the back of his hand.*** They're here... ***In a brief flash of light, the two of them were teleported away and into a random alley away from the Tavern.*** Goddammit... Can I just work in peace, you fucks!?!

Aohime: That's rather rude of you, Nii-san. ***She held a revolver with two barrels and a 13-round cylinder in one hand and a sheathed Katana in the other.*** I just wanted to say hi! And I see you've finally got yourself a girlfriend. How lovely~

Kurenai and Emily: We're not dating!! ***They looked at each other as Kurenai summoned his own katana to his hand while Emily generated a set of energy swords around her.***

Emily: Goddammit...

Kurenai: Fuck me... ***Just as they were about to charge, another presence overwhelmed the two as Mari stepped onto the scene holding an angelic longsword.*** Great, we've got bitch-sister 1 and bitch-sister 2: electric boogaloo on the scene... Fan-fucking-tastic...

Mari: I'll cut your tongues out... Her for using the Lord's name in vain and you for your insults! ***She charged at the two in a beam of light, blasting forward and clashing with Emily's energy swords while Kurenai held her back with his spectral fist.***

Aohime: Ah, the family's back together! Let's make this a heartwarming reunion! ***She immediately transformed in a demonic form as a bolt of dark blue lightning struck her from above before dashing forward even faster than Mari. Kurenai himself pushed Mari back slightly before spinning around and summoning the phantom demon to help him block Aohime's attack.** Oh? I see a devil inside you has awakened as well... But it won't be enough! **She pushed him backwards, straight into Mari's clash with Emily, just as the two women thrusted their blades at each other and impaled Kurenai through the chest.***

Kurenai: ...god fucking dammit. ***Kurenai sighed from the impalement before Mari slashed upwards and through his collar bone. His head was tilted out of the way of the attack, allowing him to survive somewhat before the phantom demon turned around and slashed repeatedly at Mari while Kurenai talked with Emily.*** Please remove the sword from my body in the least violent way possible. *Please.*

Emily: Sorry... ***She pulled her blade back before Kurenai recalled his demon to quickly shove Emily so that she'd spin around, allowing her to see Aohime about to slash downwards on her. In the blink of an eye, Emily summoned a fresh energy sword to block Aohime's strike as Kurenai turned around and began parrying Mari's attacks.*** These two are ruthless! How come you're nothing like them?!

Kurenai: Excuse me for taking the alcoholic route! I'm not very motivated to give away what little humanity I have!

Mari: Humanity? Are you serious?! ***She and Kurenai locked swords and stared each other dead in the eyes, sparks flying off their clashing blades.*** You believe yourself to be human, when you're nothing but demon scum?!

Aohime: *Humanity? You really think our family is human?! **Aohime disengaged from Emily due to an insane laughing fit.***

Kurenai: What?! ***He was thoroughly confused by Aohime's words, but did his best to stay focused on Mari's blade.***

Aohime: *We're not human at all, Nii-san! Not at all! If anything, we're just like her! **Aohime pointed the tip of her sword at Emily as her demon form disappeared in a brief flash of lightning.*** Though, I happen to be more demon! Mari Nee-san wasn't adopted, you know? She was Mother's first child, and because Mari Nee-san is an angel... it shouldn't be that hard to piece the puzzle together!

Kurenai: Fuck!! ***Kurenai summoned the demon to push Mari away before staring at his left hand. A glowing sigil with outstretched angel wings was on the back of his hand, as well as a few grey feathers. His veins had begun to glow red, with a red energy tracing their path underneath his skin. He then looked at his demon arm and the red energy in both arms began to resonate.*** The hell?

Mari: Are you really that stupid? You imbecile!! How could you believe yourself human?!

Kurenai: I-I...

Aohime: He must've killed his brain cells with all the alcohol he's had over the years. How many has it been... A decade, for sure!

Mari: That alcohol really did destroy his thought process... You're a disgrace to the family! You two are mistakes, but *you,* Kurenai... You were the biggest mistake!!!

Emily: Kurenai... ***She watched him stand up, staring at both his arms with the look of existential crisis on his face.***

Demonic Whispers: *Your family mocks you... your companion worries for you... and it seems your friends may be in potential danger... what will you do?*

Kurenai: All of these thoughts runnin’ through my head... ***His left arm turned into a grey-feathered, angelic arm with the red vein details on said feathers.*** Arms on fire, veins burnin’ red... ***His voice began to echo with a demonic undertone as the phantom demon fused to Kurenai's body, turning his body into a black demon with red detailing. And yet, the only part of him that wasn't demonic was his left forearm.** Frustration is gettin’ bigger... **As he assumed his demonic form, he kept his head hung down while grasping onto his katana, which was floating in front of him, with his right hand.** Bang. **He held out his left hand in a finger-gun, firing a bullet of compressed angelic energy at Mari.** Bang. **A Spectral Blade fired at Aohime from behind Kurenai.** Bang... **He looked up at the three women with pure orange eyes through white skull-like arm, a fanged grin growing on his face.** Pull my Devil Trigger!*

Aohime: He... ***She moved out of the way to dodge the Spectral Blade... only for it to bounce off the wall and then stab her through the back.***

Mari: He showed his true form... ***She absorbed the angelic energy, but immediately felt nauseous afterwards.*** \*W-what? Why do I feel so sick? I absorbed angelic energy, didn't I...? No... it was tainted by his demonic heritage... I shouldn't have done that. But I'm so used to absorbing whatever angelic energy is thrown at me.\* Damn you...

Kurenai: *C'mon... Show me your motivation. **He swung his sword around before his left arm summoned his scabbard so he could sheathe the blade.***

Mari: You little... ***She was about to charge at him, but Aohime appeared in front of her.*** What?

Aohime: Not worth it. Now that he's awakened... I'm not in their cross-hairs anymore. They'll take him instead of me, and he'll lose this newly-obtained power soon enough.

Mari: What do you mean "their?"

Aohime: If you'll bless with some of your precious time, Nee-san, I'll explain away from them.

Mari: ...very well. ***She slashed at the ground, creating a smoke cloud that allowed the two sisters to disappear in the distraction.***

Kurenai: ***Sigh** Disappointing... Here I am, obtaining a new form, and you fuck off! I swear, you bitches appear and disappear at the worst times!! **He then returned to his human form, clothes torn and soaked in blood but healed of his wounds.*** Seriously, fuck them...

Emily: You're... like me? That would explain that supernatural aroma you have. ***She walked up to him and took another whiff.*** Yeah... that's angel mixed in your smell... But it's not as potent as mine. How come I never thought about that before?! Dammit...

Kurenai: Do you have a fetish for smelling me or something? Can't you just do a supernatural blood test or something?

Emily: Shut up! It's the quickest way for me to determine something!

Kurenai: Because sniffing is less weird than a heritage blood test... ***He looked at his clothes and sighed.*** I need to go back to my place and clean up... First, I need to make sure Rokuro's good. ***He returned to the Tavern to see a note and the money needed to pay for the one drink Rokuro had. The note read:** Thanks for the drink and data. I've got everything I need to make this project work - Rokuro.* Well good for you... Wait, data? ***The note then disintegrated, leaving a sighing Kurenai behind to put the money in the register before clocking out and heading back to his house via bike. Emily accompanied him, riding on the back of his bike, as another biker drove up beside the two. This other biker was on a demonic motorcycle, which then proceeded to try to ram Kurenai off the road.*** God, can I catch a break?! ***Kurenai summoned his pistol and fired at the demonic bike's wheels, which simply caused the wheels to ignite with hellfire. He sighed before speeding ahead and stopping in the middle of an intersection.*** Get off the bike and onto the sidewalk!

Emily: What are you doing?!

Kurenai: Doing a little demon hunting! ***He reinforces the bike with demonic energy just as the other bike rams into the center. As the bikes collide, Kurenai jumps up and flips around, kicking the biker off the demon. Turns out, the biker was an illusion that faded from the kick, allowing Kurenai to mount the demon while taking the two halves of his bike and slamming it onto the front of the demon bike. Before it could move again, Kurenai engaged all the brakes on the bike before firing several hellfire bullets into the gas tank and slamming his demonic fist against the cap of said gas tank.*** You're mine now, motherfucker!! ***Energy transfers from Kurenai's arm into the demon bike and the two halves of Kurenai's bike, twisting and contorting the metal of the bike and fusing it to the demon bike. Kurenai gets up and the new bike splits in half, the handle bars rotating so Kurenai could grab them. When he did, the bike then proceeded to transform into two giant chainsaws, with the wheels of the bike forming mechanisms to rotate the saw teeth.*** Oh. Fun. ***The saws then began to arc with electricity as Kurenai began running past all the moving cars because he's still in the middle of the street. Using this moment, he jumped up and put the grips together, returning the two saws to their bike form as Kurenai pulled a hard U-turn to pick Emily up.*** Hello there. Need a ride?

Emily: That was insane... what just...

Kurenai: I'll explain when we get to my place. Hop on. ***Emily mounted the bike behind Kurenai and the two raced back to his apartment so Kurenai could shower, get changed, and explain to Emily what the fuck just happened. It was 2 PM by the time they returned to the Tavern.*** So that's that.

Emily: You weaponize demons... but why did that one turn into a motorcycle?

Kurenai: Special circumstances, most likely. It was a demon bike, and I fought it with my bike. Funnily enough, it's *not* called Speed Demon. It's Raiju or something. Pretty sure Raiju isn't a demon, but it's the closest application, I guess. ***He shrugged as Emily sat down at the bar and ordered a drink.***

***Moments later, Izaak walked into the Tavern doors, spotting Kurenai and Emily talking. Izaak was groaning as all his joints were aching, and his flesh felt like it was hanging from his bones. He obviously had a lower Macabre at this point as he seemed thinner than usual, his skin paler, but not too out of the ordinary, it just appeared that he needed a sandwich or ten.***

Izaak: Ah, hey Krim. What's up? ***He flopped into the chair beside them, gesturing for a drink.*** Anything, anything strong... In a lot of pain here. Long story. Oh, hey there. You a friend of Krim's? ***He said to Emily, resting his body against the bar.***

Emily: More or less. I'm Emily. ***She sipped her gin and tonic as Kurenai poured Izaak a glass of high-proof alcohol, serving the half-spectre the cup.***

Kurenai: You look like death, dude. You alright? ***He looked at both his hands, which were slightly glowing with angelic and demonic energy on his left and right respectively.***

Izaak: Almost am death, mate. ***His voice was slurry.*** Little south of "alright". Try getting power-raped by two supernatural entities... You'd look like this too. Looks like I'm not the only one with a change in powersets. ***He looked at Kurenai's hands, then to Emily.*** Oh, shit. Does she know about the...*powers*?

Emily: Powers?

Kurenai: Power-*raped*? Bro, what the fuck? ***He shook his hands off, but his right arm turned demonic while the energy in his left hand disappeared.***

Emily: Oh, those powers. Yes, I'm aware of his supernatural background. ***She pulled out the book about Akuryou.*** Child of this legendary demon.

Kurenai: You know, that story focuses on all the tragedy, but they never wrote about how much of an abusive dickhead he was... ***The demon arm returned to human flesh.***

Izaak: Yeah, power-raped my man. I was infused with three powers at one time, and it hurts like shit. By the way you can't trust those books for information. They're all just legends from a random cunt's perspective, none of it actually goes into concrete facts. Read so many books on ghosts, they're 60% bullshit. I don't doubt demonology books would be different. But hey, I could be wrong. I just saw an official devil worshiper group reading those kinds of books.

Kurenai: I mean, the book itself is pretty accu-, wait demon worshiper? Reading these exact books? ***He pointed to the book Emily pulled out.***

Izaak: Um, no. Similar books. I think I saw that one. Hardback and everything. But there were others that looked handwritten. You could tell they were clearly crazy, they had stacks of guns next to their collection of books. I thought that gun-craze ended over a century ago.

Kurenai: Guns, books on my father... Cult shit?

Izaak: Yeah. Well they weren't like, Amish. They had a secret entrance. But that's not so uncommon. That wendigo we stopped had a similar entrance hiding his "evil lair". Basically I was tasked with talking to their leader. Dunno about what, the guy seemed more interested in who sent me. Some Spectral Plane dweller. After that they got all hyper and tried to kill me because I didn't wanna chat with them. Left that place instantly. I was not in the mood to deal with another illegal underground organisation. Especially fucking demon worshipers.

Kurenai: Demonic cult shit... if they have books on my dad, they're worshiping the demon Akuryou... Fuck, is that what bitch-sister 2: electric boogaloo meant when she said they'll be after me instead of her...? Goddammit... ***He sighed and pinched the bridge of his He looked atchis current statenose.***

Izaak: Cult worshipping your dad? Haha, don't worry about it, dude. They don't know my name or anything, they don't know your name, they don't know where we are. They're powerless, mostly, we'll be fine. Now, I'm going downstairs to rest, too tired to head back home, see you later. ***He finished his drink, laid some money down and headed to the Underground, seeing Jack and Atlas there. Izaak flopped onto the sofa, lying down.*** You guys have to be here? I'm tired as fuck.

Jack: Jesus Christ, man ***He looked at his current state*** Come on Atlas, we don't wanna piss off the spooky skeleton over here...

Atlas: Yikes... Alrighty then! Get better dude, maybe when I get back we can train some more! ***He got up with his hands on his sleeveless hoodie pockets and walked to the entrance, leaving Izaak to rest by himself.*** So where we goin' Jack?

Jack: Well considering I'm hungry, just found out a fast food place I ate at serves human meat, I want to get back to main business. ***He said darkly, smiling as the Xenocyte was slowly covering him.***

Atlas: Yeah... That's gross... Let's go, I'll follow!

***They soon exited the Tavern, Jack looking around, trying to track any sign of Lilith. He was swinging through the city, trying to pick up a smell. Atlas was following with his car Merlot, driving normally and not raising suspicion while keeping up with Jack's swinging.***

Atlas: \*I really need to get a mask sometime... If I can't travel in my car.\* ***He could see Lilith hiding in an alley, scared for her life, but not of Jack. He parked the car on the sidewalk, in a way that blocked the entrance to the alleyway. He got out of the car and held his hands forward to show her that he meant no harm.*** Lilith? Is that you? Are you okay?

Lilith: Please, I need- I need a place to hide... ***She gulped, as if on cue, Jack landed in the alley she was in, growling at her, as he approached her, and she was backing away.***

Lilith: Don't hurt me- EEEEEK! ***When she held her hands up in defense, both saw her suddenly course with electricity, whilst screaming, which even caught Jack off guard.***

Atlas: Woah!! ***He dashed to her and knelt, placing his hands in front of her, absorbing the electricity and minimizing the electric shock she was experiencing. The electrical shock stopped as the last of it was absorbed by Atlas.*** The hell was that? Are you okay????? ***He seemed worried but didn't want to touch her in case something was wrong.***

Lilith: T-T-Tracker...N-Need place to go... ***She stammered due to how high the voltage was.***

Jack: And what makes you think we have one... ***He snarled, still not trusting her, and keeping any hideout a secret so far.***

Atlas: I don't know Jack... She might not be lying... Come on, she looks like she's actually in pain. Let's just take her somewhere discrete. Lilith, do you know a place? And Jack, if she tries to trick us, I'm sure we can defend ourselves.

Jack: Fine...

Lilith: I don't have a place to go, I'm nit even picky on where I want to go, just- Please! I need protection. ***The way she looked at Jack and Atlas pretty much said more than she could, she was in danger.***

Jack: Grrr! Fine! I have a place, but I swear to God, if this is some trick, I'll eat all organs you have like noodles, tongue first! ***He threatened as he showed his teeth, Lilith nodding weakly. Atlas helped her up and into his car and Atlas got into the car.***

Atlas: Lead the way, Jack!

***Jack grumbled, swinging off eventually he led them to an abandoned train station. As he went to the entrance and motioned Atlas and Lilith to follow him. Atlas parked his cars in the woods, under high trees that surrounded the abandoned train station. He helped Lilith out and to the station with Jack as he helped her down.***

Atlas: Now, that's wrong? Explain everything.

Lilith: The people who fixed me-

Jack: Trinity. ***He interrupted.***

Lilith: Trinity...They wanted me to pay for the enhancements they gave...They wanted me as some hired killer, I don't kill anybody- It crossed my mind, but I would never kill someone...They tried to force me, they used the tracker in me to try and make me obedient...Fought back, damaged the tracker somehow, but it would still- ***She was interrupted by another electrical shock, as she screamed in pain.***

Atlas: Shit! ***He reached out and quickly absorbed the electrical shock affecting her, stopping it short.*** Where is that coming from! Jack, help her!

Lilith: I'm fine! We just need somewhere safe firsr, please... ***She looked at Atlas, as Jack stopped, seeing the decision. Jack grumbled taking Lilith off of Atlas' hands.***

Jack: Almost there anyway, if I get shocked, you're chugging down an American Ultra back at The Tavern... ***Jack growled at the woman in his arms, having to admit to himself that he didn't lie about her looking attractive when the two fought. Soon the trio was walking much deeper through the tunnel, Atlas could tell that it was an ancient part of Cayden's underground. They found a hole in one of the tunnel walls, which lead to the much older sewers*** I have to warn you guys, the smell here is just strong... ***He made a web-line to descend down, as when Atlas did, Jack was right, eventually though after walking through it, they could hear gunshots coming from behind a metal door.***

Atlas: What a smell... Almost unbearable... ***He held his nose and was focusing on not vomiting. He went ahead of Jack to see what was ahead and saw and old man shooting a regular pistol.*** Er, hello? ***Said old man turned around quickly, aiming the pistol.***

Peter: Okay, kid, explain... ***He glared at Jack, now pointing the pistol at him.***

Jack: Long story short, this is Atlas, a friend, and the bitch in my arms has a "Deal with the Devil" Situation with Trinity... ***The moment Jack got that out, Peter lowered the pistol.***

Peter: Jesus fuckin' Christ... ***He muttered, dragging a couch closer, and motioned Jack to let Lilith down.***

Jack: Atlas, meet the old man, Peter, someone who was around ever since the days of Big Blue as he calls him. ***He sounded like he was actually revering him as a legend, but Peter just scoffed at that description. Lilith was amazed, looking at the man, he seemed to be, at worst, in his early Forties.***

Atlas: Wassup old man? Nice to meet you. I'm sure knowing Jack is already a handful... ***He laughed as Peter just smirked.*** So now what guys?

Jack: The girl has some tracker in her, and she's getting electrocuted occasionally- ***He was interrupted by her screaming again due to another electrocution, which Atlas responded by absorbing it.***

Peter: Wait. She has a tracker? ***He glared at Jack***

Jack: Yeah...

Peter: And you brought her here?!

Jack: Yes.

Peter: You fucking idiot- ***They were interrupted by an explosion from above*** You really are someone with shit for brains, aren't you?! Get in the fucking panic room and deal with that tracker, me and tour friend will handle this... ***He snarled as Peter was going for his armory, picking out an assault rifle (Attachments including an extend barrel, extened Magezine, ACOG sights, red lazer sight, and a shotgun attachment), a pistol, a combat knife, an LMG with a grenade launcher underbarrel, a mask with a skull marked on it, and some armor. Jack picked up Lilith and headed into the panic room which he locked*** Ever been in a gunfight before, kid? ***Peter looked at Atlas.***

Atlas: Yeah, I have... You got an extra mask? ***He put up his hoodie and breathed out heavily. Peter tossed him a metallic looking hockey mask with lenses.***

Peter: Kevlar lined with lead, bullet proof lenses. ***He clarified, as he took some kinds of mini bombs that looked like the size of ping pong balls and rolled them to the main metal doors, as they stopped. All of a sudden the ceiling was blown open, as it was large, several soldiers (fifteen to be exact) dropped in by ropes, all trying to shoot down Peter and Atlas, Peter took cover, dragging Atlas with him, and opened fire with the assault rifle he had, gunning down two as the rest landed, making them land.***

Trinity Soldier: *Surrender the girl! **They had voice filters, mostly for intimidation purposes.***

Peter: Up yours! ***He threw a throwing knife at that one, and he was hit in the shoulder, staggering him.***

Trinity Soldier: *No survivors! **He commanded the others.***

Atlas: I'll try to do something! ***He ignited both arms in discharge lightning as they sparked with immense blue lightning. He jumped up from his hiding place to the side and shot lightning from his hands at the group of soldiers aiming at him, electrocuting some. When Atlas rolled and landed, he looked up and most of the soldiers weren't fazed.*** \*You've got to be ki-\* ***The sounds of gunshots filled the air once again as Atlas sped for cover and slid on his side.*** Dammit! They have some kind of electric resistance somehow! ***He tried to wait for an opening, such as the soldiers reloading their guns, but it was useless as each member fired while another was reloading, creating an endless stream of bullets. The bullets were also eating away at their cover so Atlas figured they needed to hurry.***

#### Meanwhile with Jack

***Jack was feeling Lilith up to try and find her tracker, they could hear the fight outside.***

Jack: Come on lady, you have to have some memory about their little operation on you! ***He was checking logical places: her nape, her head, even places where she got her enhancements. He started feeling her down lower, on her thigh, he was feeling up and noticed she was flushed red in the cheeks, he looked at her, glaring.*** Not the time lady!

Lilith: J-Just get it over with!

#### Back to Peter and Atlas

***Peter and Atlas were still in cover, until everyone could hear a sharp moan come from the panic room, everyone distracted by it, even the soldiers stopped due to it.***

Atlas: \*Is this guy seriously having sex with her?!!?\* ***He looked peeked up at the soldiers as they began to start shooting again. Two bullets hit Atlas in the face as his head whipped back from the force. Luckily he had the mask on, so they simply bounced off but Atlas got up and ran around the cover.*** \*Hopefully Peter can take these guys out while I distract 'em!\* ***He ran out of the cover and dashed at a solider who quickly turned to aim their gun at Atlas. As he saw him pull the trigger, he dodged by moving his head and upper-cutted the soldier with lots of force, then grabbed his legs before his could soar and spun him around, throwing him into another soldier to slow him down. That was when Atlas heard gunshots come from his left, so he instinctively brought up his left leg and left arm to form a block stance that protected the left side of his head and waist. He then felt sharp pain as bullets entered his arm and legs.*** AGH!!!!

Trinity Soldier: *Got him!! **Atlas then knelt down in pain as he felt an immense tug at the back of his hoodie pull him into the air and throw him on his back on the ground. The Trinity Soldier he threw before was the one who did that and so he then stomped onto his chest while aiming the barrel right in his face.** Give us the woman or we'll be forced to kill you.*

Atlas: \*How are they so durable?! That was a heavy punch!\* ***He struggled with the pain of the bullets in his body as he tried to employ tonic lightning throughout his body without them noticing to avoid getting shot up more.***

Peter: ***Peter ran in and used his rifle as an improvised bat, hitting the soldier who was pinning Atlas, the soldier was hit so hard that the rifle broke on contact, but he pushed the guy off, bullets were whizzing past Peter and the soldier as they engaged in a fight, Peter and the soldier were locked as they were clashing, the soldier with his gun, and Peter with the combat knife.*** Check Callahan's progress!! ***He yelled as he was putting the soldier in a choke hold, covering Atlas, the pair serving as shields for him.***

Atlas: YEAH! ***The areas where he got shot lit up in immense tonic lightning as he got up in super speed and ran towards the door where Jack and Lilith were behind. He jumped up and cocked back his arm, punching at the door, sending it flying inside over them.*** What's going on?! ***He landed and rolled to a stop. He could see Jack's head was between Lilith's spreading legs, said legs were being kept spread by his arms. Suddenky a mouth filled with razor sharp teeth appeared at his back.***

Jack: I know this looks bad, but this was the only way... ***Jack told him with the mouth he had. Jack pulled away from Lilith, as it showed he was on her inner thigh, which had an open cut a bit, which healed up. Atlas could see a chip like device in between Jack's teeth, the latter spat it out and stomped on it*** They put it in her inner thigh, tried to use thinner tendrils, but the Xenocyte still had some animosity to her, so I had to use what *skills* I had to get it out...She was the one enjoying. ***Jack gestured to Lilith as she was red, panting, and covering her face in either embarrassment or shame.***

Atlas: Wow, that's pretty hot. ***He looked back and saw Peter fighting multiple soldiers, while some were coming their way in the panic room.*** Jack! I'll take Lilith to the car, you help Peter fuck these guys up! Sound good?!

Jack: Nah, going to your car's too risky....I'm sure the old man has an escape plan... ***He said as he looked at the Trinity soldiers coming in, he got his mask formed as he was approaching them, two pistols out*** Come on, follow! ***He said as he started shooting at the soldiers, they layed down some discus shaped gadget, and it formed a solid shield out of nowhere, sealing the hall of the panic room*** Shit.

Atlas: I'll be right behind you! Clear a path! ***He held Lilith around the shoulder and waist, helping her walk. He held out one hand at the wall, and discharging lightning at it, making it explode.*** Go!!

Jack: ***He shot two tendrils into the wall, he was backing up, stretching his tendrils, but making them difficult to pull on. Soon he was back in the actual room, his tendrils on the verge of destroying the walls, he was grinnin***g, ***as he was keeping himself grounded by making his feet cling to the ground with his wall crawling. He made his feet stop clinging, launching him into the shield, pushing it down, killing three soldiers. Peter was still fighting soldiers left and right, but then he saw Jack shoot out of the room like a bullet, tackling a soldier and destroying his head*** Still not done, huh old man? ***He said with snark, as him and Peter went back to back.***

Trinity Soldier: *Connors isn't the host?! **A soldier in the area was confused.***

Peter: Shut up and kill these idiots! ***Peter growled, as Jack lunged at a soldier, shooting his vulnerable mouth, all soldiers were fixed on Jack now, as Peter went to some control panel. The soldiers were trying their best to avoid Jack as Peter pressed a button on the panel which said "Escape Vehicle", and slowly the ground in front of said control panel was opening up. Meanwhile Jack was engaging in hand to hand combat with a soldier, as Jack grabbed him by the throat, and stabbed him with some biomass from the Xenocyte, the soldier yelled in pain.***

Jack: Hey, fodder! Catch! ***Jack threw the soldier and he exploded with webbing, restraining each soldier*** Alright old man, that'll hold em, what's your plan- ***The platform rose, and it was a heavily modified van, as it was something that would fit in a war*** Holy shit... ***Jack was marveling at it.***

Peter: Where're the other two?

Atlas: Here!! ***He had Lilith on his back as he was dashing around rubble and away from soldiers. Lilith and him were coated in tonic lightning as he sped into many soldiers, knocking them down, but not out. He skidded to a stop in front of the van.*** Whoa, what's this?

Peter: The VANdetta, now get in. ***He went in as the three others entered. It Drove off through the main gate, and rammed through some dry wall, as there was anither tunnel around.***

Atlas: So what's going on here? Peter how OLD are you and what's this group that's chasing us??!

Peter: For that first one, very old. As for the second *that* is what Trinity sends in when they feel vexed...You know how people talk about the Iluminati, right? Same concept, secret group, all around the world, manipulates MANY things, possibly older than me, speciality is any kind of arms race, they did weapons all the way to metahumans, straight up making some even, where do you think me and Jack's suit came from? ***He revealed that he once hosted the Xenocyte.***

Atlas: What? Does that mean YOU had the Xenocyte too? Jack, what the hell, what else do you know about Trinity? You need to get all the information you can and try to expose them or something!

Peter: ....That's cute kid, real fuckin' cute, when I said many things, I mean that. As long as they have the info, they have control...And from my experience, fucking with Trinity on that level is a mistake NO ONE should make.

Atlas: God.... What have I gotten myself into.... Where are we going now??

## June 13th, 2201

***It was the next day, and Izaak had suddenly awoken on a sofa. His eyes were sensitive and were regaining vision, he saw the ceiling and realised he woke up in the Tavern's basement. He had slept the whole night there, and felt a lump beneath his back. He grabbed it and pulled it out, it was his phone. It buzzed, and an AI spoke to him.***

Phone: Good morning, Izaak. It is currently 2:34 PM, and I am sorry to-

Izaak: Two PM?! Damn I overslept...

Phone: Inform you that your device is currently in low battery mode. You have received two missed calls by *Lynsey*, and an incoming third call. However, due to your device's current power settings, it is advised not to answer this call in order to save power-

Izaak: Wait, what? Answer it! \*Two missed calls, Lynsey barely calls me...\* ***The phone's AI voice was cut off by the phone's answer tone, and Lynsey's voice spoke.***

Lynsey: *Hello?! Izaak?*

Izaak: ***He placed the phone balancing on his face, as he was too tired to hold it.*** *What...*

Lynsey: *Uh, got another vigilante job for you.*

Izaak: *Oh nice you're actually calling me.*

Lynsey: *Well I no longer have a fucking job thanks to you. So I'm doing this while I look for a new one.*

Izaak: *Hey you were working for a cannibal psychopath. That's not worth minimum wage.*

Lynsey: *I wasn't paid minimum wage, arsehole. Not all of us there worked behind the counter. It was a decent job with decent pay, and I wouldn't give two fucks if my next boss was Hannibal fucking Lector, as long as it pays good.*

Izaak: *Alright, chill, I have a headache and your yelling isn't fixing anything.*

Lynsey: *Well neither are you. There's still some mad tosser tearing up the streets down on Elon Rd. Cops tried to handle it, but of course, situation unchanged: it's still fucked up.*

Izaak: *Why, was is it, a metahuman?*

Lynsey: *What else poses a threat to cops today? Metahuman junkie, killed four people, it seems. That's what the police scanners report.*

Izaak: *You hacked police scanners? Pretty illegal.*

Lynsey: *Does it matter? I'm helping you beat up criminals illegally. Do we have to have this conversation twice?*

Izaak: *Right. Sorry. I'll, uh, I'll go get him.* ***He hung up, raising his body, but instantly feeling shooting pains up and down his individual joints and veins. He groaned, moving his legs to the floor.*** \*Yep, body still kills. *Oh no, two powers aren't enough, please sir, can I have one more??* You're a fucking idiot, Izaak.\* ***He stood up from the sofa, stretching his body but instantly regretting it as it began aching some more.*** \*This is gonna suck... But, murderer on the loose. Come on, idiot, move your ass.\* ***He began jogging to the stairs and headed up to the Tavern, running out the front doors.*** \*Elon Rd.? Only two roads leading to that district, closest to the station is on the...left. Cops gonna be arriving from that road, civilians escaping on the other. Should direct the fight away from them.\* ***Izaak thought as he ran to the district the disturbance was happening. When he got there, he saw one man tearing apart the side of an apartment building, screaming with each hit. His punches were shattering the brick wall, and the rumble began floating around him after it fell. There were a few dead civilians on the floor, and two exploded police cars.*** \*There's the asshole. He's distracted. Doesn't seem to be anyone home, guess I can do something destructive.\* ***Izaak ran towards the metahuman then jumped up, landing on the ground with green soul flames shooting out his back and slamming against the floor like a fire whip that copied the downwards movement of his hands. The flame whip landed on the metahuman, engulfing him with flames and the building he was ripping into. The building's roof toppled down and the man was heard screaming under the wall of fire.***

Metahuman: STAY AWAY FROM ME! I DON'T WANT TO TALK TO ANYONE! ***The man came running out of the fire with his clothing burnt, but not his skin. Broken bricks came flying to his fist, forming a gauntlet of masonry which he quickly punched Izaak in the chest with. Izaak was knocked straight to the floor, and he coughed up some blood, groaning heavily.***

Izaak: Brick man, fucking perfect. ***He jumped to his feet then wrapped his arm around the masonry gauntlet, holding him in an arm lock, then using his elbow to shatter it. Izaak then jabbed twice in the man's gut and raised his leg to kick the man's head, but stretched it too hard and fell forward.*** \*Fuck! That didn't work, stupid aching body... Need to train with Atlas some more...\*

Metahuman: Stay away! ***The man coughed heavily, then lifted up Izaak from his shirt with both arms and tossed him several metres away. Izaak landed roughly on his legs, standing up and preparing a fighting stance.***

Izaak: Stop doing this! What's your goal here? Kill a few cops and you're free? A few metahumans tried to do that before, and heroes still rised up and defeated them!

Metahuman: I don't CARE! ***He held his arms behind him as the entire building's worth of masonry raised up and hovered, he then threw his arms forward at Izaak, sending the masonry shooting forward at Izaak. The masonry flew past him, scrapping his skin and a few chunks hit him, making his legs lose balance one at a time, then he was thrown back by large chunks. Izaak tried to get up, but his limbs hurt too much and he fell down again.***

Izaak: \*Fuckin...fuck! My new powers, were they worth it? Fear flames or whatever, but he's obviously not scared...\* ***Izaak got to his knees and watched the metahuman who was panting heavily, cursing to himself. He saw that Izaak was still alive and yelled slurry sentences at him. Izaak raised his hands and his arms ignited with grey flames.*** \*Oh, guess he is scared.\* ***Izaak threw his arms forward, firing several balls of grey flames that hit the man, burning through his clothing and skin, turning it into dust that flew away in the wind.***

Metahuman: OW! Youfuckingpieceofcrap! I'llkillyou!!

Izaak: Wut? \*That fire seemed only to burn a few layers of skin, seems a little weak. Maybe I'm not using it right. I'm trying to use it like Soul Flames, but it's spectral, it's powered differently.\* ***Izaak concentrated and heard the flames burning and crackling on his arms, it sounding like whispers, but they were too hushed to understand any of it. Izaak then threw his arms forward again, waving them around trying to fire out more flames. Instead, grey fire slowly came after from his arms, engulfing the air around Izaak and expanding. The fire spreaded around the metahuman, and began forming shapes. The fear flames produced several figures, constructs of fire, shaped like human women. The grey flaming women were cackling, not to themselves, but at the metahuman. They ran at him as he began screaming.***

Metahuman: NO! STAY AWAY YOU BITCH! IDONTWANNASEEYOU! STAYAWAY! YOUDIDTHISYOULITTLESHIT! ***His words became more slurry as he curled up into a ball, the flaming women jumped on him and exploded into fire, burning him as he screamed violently with a raspy voice.***

Izaak: \*I-is this guy drunk? And what the fuck did I just create? Women? They all look like the same woman. Not the onryo...he seemed to recognise them. Are those his fears?\* ***The man got back up after the flames dissipated, his skin cracked and granulated, looking like it was composed of grey sand. He got up, some of his skin particles flying away in the wind like he was fading away.*** \*Bet he doesn't feel so good...\*

Metahuman: Where did she go? I hate that woman!

Izaak: Who is she?

Metahuman: My-my fucking bitch of a wife... S-STAY AWAY! I DON'T WANT TO SEE HER OR YOU! ***He looked behind Izaak as more police had arrived, with more advanced weapons. They seemed like a developing anti-metahuman force, clearly underpowered.***

Izaak: No, GUYS! Stay away from him! Those won't do anything! He'll kill you! I can handle this! ***A flurry of bricks came flying past Izaak and landed on the cops, knocking some over, and some debris hit Izaak.*** Oh you cunt! ***Izaak ran at the man, tackling him and punching his face several times in anger, cracking the ground beneath him by the sheer force. Izaak then raised another fist, but his hand had turned into a claw, and Izaak looked at it with surprise.*** Woah, what the fuck?! ***He shook his hand, the claw disappearing.*** \*Must be the new power...\*

Metahuman: P-please! No more! I give up! Don't kill me! Don't let *them* kill me! I-I have to return home...

Izaak: Idiot... ***He lifted the man up from his shirt and ran away before the cops recovered, but some of them shot at Izaak. He ran behind a building and ran between several alleyways, avoiding them. He then slammed the man against a wall, pinning him there with PK.*** Alright asshole, give me a reason why I shouldn't tear your face off, and instead let the cops take you to prison?! What the fuck were you doing?

Metahuman: I-I don't know... I was looking for my wife...she must be at work... I was heading there next.

Izaak: Why were you looking for her? I'm guessing that was your apartment building.

Metahuman: I have to kill that bitch while I still have these powers...

Izaak: Kill your wife? Why?!

Metahuman: She-she cheated on me... I forgave her, I was always busy with my work, she was always alone, I don't blame her...

Izaak: Then why did you tear through that apartment building searching for her?

Metahuman: This woman I met at the bar, after I left the house hearing the news. S-she convinced me, that I can't forgive that bitch! These new powers, they're a sign from God, it's the perfect timing, to show me I don't need her! I only need these powers! And anyone who comes in my way, I'll make them stay away!

Izaak: New powers? You develop them?

Metahuman: Bought.

Izaak: You can buy powers?

Metahuman: It's new...

Izaak: The cops are coming, tell me, how did you buy them?

Metahuman: I have a contact. The powers were to help me with my dealings. No one's scared of a gun anymore, but if I could throw buildings at people, that shit would get the word through.

Izaak: Who's your contact?

Metahuman: I can't tell... That's the only condition. That and I'm sure they can't last forever, nothing does...

Izaak: Tell me, or I'll hand your head to the cops.

Metahuman: Fuck, dude! This is a serious situation for me.

Izaak: No shit! You killed several people! The fuck's wrong with you?

Metahuman: I don't know, it's all her fault, that bitch...

Izaak: It's your own fault. You're a metahuman, and you're getting piss drunk while angry. Idiot.

Metahuman: I never took a sip, I swear! I'm sober!

Izaak: Yeah whatever. I still need this contact. And if you're not gonna tell me, then show me. Take me to him.

Metahuman: I can't!

Izaak: Cops are coming, you gotta run one way. To your contact or to them.

Metahuman: B-but...

Izaak: Oh for fuck's sake... ***Izaak takes him off the wall and holds his head, Izaak's eyes glow green and so does the man's.*** *Take me to the contact, now.* ***Izaak whispered, then let go off the man as he stumbled, coughing.***

Metahuman: O-okay, I-I gotta take you...come with me... ***He began walking forward.***

Izaak: ***He heard sirens*** Faster! ***He pushed the man as they both ran forward, and the man lead Izaak several streets away. Eventually they came to a fancy looking building and went to the back entrance, the man stopping there as two guards didn't allow him forward.***

Guard: Woah, no further. Who are you?

Metahuman: I'm a customer, you gave me powers earlier...

Guard: I remember your face, but him?

Izaak: I need to get through. Superhero business. ***The two guards looked at each other, then quickly pulled out pistols. Izaak threw the metahuman at one guard, sticking them both to the wall. Izaak looked at the next guard, and tapped a dumpster, throwing it at the second guard and knocking him out. The first guard stuck to the wall was struggling, and Izaak walked up to him, taking his gun and bashing him on the head with it.*** Sorry about that.

Metahuman: What about me? I took you here, let me go!

Izaak: First I need to find out what's happening here. Then I'll turn you in. ***He quickly slammed the gun against the man's head, knocking him out as well.*** \*Alright. Power dealers. You can do this. Just, don't flip out like before and beat the shit out of someone after they're already beat...\* ***He walked to one of the doors on the back of the building, and opened it. He walked in, but the door slammed back in his face, throwing him back out. A man opened the door and looked out, down at Izaak. The man walked outside and stared at him.***

Man: Can I help you?

Izaak: Ow...my nose...my fucking nose...

Man: This ain't a hospital. What're you doing here? You a hero?

Izaak: Something like that...

Man: Yeah I heard your work from inside. Throwing a dumpster isn't quiet.

Izaak: \*Of course it ain't...\*

Man: We don't need your business here. Leave. And you can leave the drunk bloke behind too.

Izaak: Nah, still need to turn him in. He tells me you guys sell powers.

Man: You don't look like you need them. You do look like you need a sandwich though, phew, you're pretty damn thin.

Izaak: It's temporary. ***He stood up from the ground.*** Now you're gonna tell me about whatever operation you have going on in there.

Man: Come on, you look like you've already had your ass kicked. And do you seriously believe a drunk metahuman, that he purchased superpowers from us? How ridiculous is that?

Izaak: Well, I asked him, deep into his soul. His soul doesn't lie, it doesn't get drunk. He took me here. So, if you won't tell me I'll take a look for myself... ***He walked past the man but the man's hand stopped him. Izaak tried to carry on, but the man was pretty strong. The man then pushed Izaak away.***

Man: If you walk in there, which I'd love to see you try doing, you'll end up dead.

Izaak: Already am. Kinda.

Man: Save the depression jokes. Not interested.

Izaak: No I meant-

Man: Listen, just leave. You're not going in there. There's nothing illegal here you'll find, and it'll just be worse for you to stick around. So beat it. ***Izaak still walked forward with more strength behind him, but the man cocked back his fist, and suddenly droplets of a silver liquid leaked from his skin and coated his fist with a metal glove. He punched Izaak's jaw and cracked it.***

Izaak: Ow, fuck! A-asshole...

Man: I warned you. Now I don't like having to kill people, especially children, so leave. ***Izaak ran forward, pushing the man out of the way and running inside, using PK to slam the door shut behind him. Izaak looked around, it was just an empty room with several more doors and an elevator. The man burst through the door.***

Man: Fine, wanna stay here? Be my guest. ***He began to sweat, but not regular water, it was liquid metal. It formed around his skin, covering it in a sheet of metal. He formed solid blades of metal over his fist, and stabbed two into Izaak, only poking through his skin. He lifted him up and punched him against the wall. He ran up to Izaak and reinforced his fist with dense metal, punching Izaak hard in the forehead, and instantly knocking him out, something Izaak didn't expect...***

### 4 PM, Streets of Cayden

***Kurenai was driving through the streets of Cayden with no particular destination in mind, just riding around on his personal bike when several police cars rushed past him, sirens blaring. He decided to follow them and see what was happening, drifting to a stop as one of the police cars flew into a building. Moving forward a bit, Kurenai saw a lion-like demon standing on its hind legs. It roared before spotting the Nephalem, to which it then growled and got down on all fours, slowly stalking towards Kurenai.***

Lion: Spawn of Akuryou... you must be eliminated before your power overwhelms us all... ***It sprouted two pairs of wings on its back, all four doused in a strange, demonic light which began to concentrate in a ball as the wings formed two circles. The police were about to do something, but the ball of light began firing thin beams of energy at the officers and puncturing their hearts, killing them instantly.***

Kurenai: Uh huh. Who sent you? ***Kurenai revved his bike multiple times before his arms changed into their supernatural forms. Demonic energy flowed from his right hand into the handlebar, changing the bike into the demonic bike Raiju.***

Lion: None of your concern, scum! ***The wings spread open as the ball of light fired a giant laser beam at Kurenai, who revved Raiju to the extreme, burning out and launching right at the demon's feet. He then pulled a wheelie and drove up the lion's leg enough to launch him into the air before splitting Raiju into dual chainsaws, landing on the ground again and slamming both chainsaws into the lion's shin before revving the two weapons to get them to rotate the saws faster.*** Bastard!

Kurenai: Hey, hey! My parents *were* married, so that's a false statement! ***He impaled both saws into the demon's limb just as it stood up and tried flicking him off. The force did indeed send him flying at the ground. Combining Raiju's two halves, Kurenai landed on the demonic motorcycle before revving it up and sending it across the road on its own, knocking down the demon's leg and causing it to kneel as Kurenai summoned Chuumon. Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath before opening them again to a world of black and white. The demon's joints were glowing gold, as well as Raiju emitting a demonic energy field which seemed to be tethered to Kurenai himself.*** You're one ugly mutt, you know that? Gonna have to cut you down to size... ***Drawing the blade, Kurenai dashed forward as everything slowed to a halt, jumping up to reach the demon's knee before unleashing a barrage of sword strikes at blinding speeds. Creating an energy platform to jump off of, Kurenai proceeds to kick the upper leg of the demon as it begins to tip over from the imbalance, just as he replaces Chuumon with the Wendigo claws. He lands on the energy platform before concentrating its energy to launch him towards the demon's elbow, allowing him to rapidly claw away at the joint and severing the arm before jumping away and landing on the ground as the world regains color and all the gold fades away from view.*** How's that?

Lion: Scumbag! ***It collapsed on the ground before flapping its wings to attempt to hover in the air, only for Kurenai to shoot the wings and cause it to fall again.*** I... will not submit to you!

Kurenai: Don't worry. You don't need to live to be my weapon. ***He switched back to Chuumon before transforming into his full demonic form as the scabbard for his sword fused to his arm as an additional limb. A dark red aura swirled around this scabbard as Kurenai crouched down and charged energy into his blade. Infused with both angelic and demonic power, Kurenai launches forward, fast enough to appear as though he split into three bodies. All that came after was an unholy amount of slash marks concentrated around the demon's head and limbs, immediately proceeded by Kurenai reappearing in front of the entire mess. As he resheathed his blade, the demonic form faded away just as he clicked the blade into the scabbard, followed by the demon behind him exploding into a ball of light which then split into four smaller orbs that concentrated on his limbs. Chuumon was then replaced with a pair of gauntlets in the shape of a wolf's head, and a pair of armored boots and greaves with animalistic claws.*** Shiny. ***He stretched briefly before unleashing a flurry of light-speed punches, followed up by a double roundhouse kick and a forward-spinning kick where he slams his foot into the ground, causing a pillar of light to explode from the impact. Standing back up and nodding contently, he allowed the new weapon to disappear into his demonic arm as he returned to Raiju, getting back on and revving the bike before riding off to explore the town some more before his shift later that night. And while the fight was occurring, Rokuro sat on a nearby rooftop to observe the brawl and collect data.***

Rokuro: This is the power of Beowulf... It will prove to be the easiest Devil Arm to convert... This ought to be a nightmare to change. ***He got up and made a quick phone call before a demonic rune appeared above him and slammed down into the ground, teleporting him away.***

### 7 PM, The Tavern

***Kurenai stopped in for work, polishing glasses as smooth jazz played in the background. Emily stepped in with one of her friends, sitting down at the bar and ordering drinks. As Emily's friend left for the bathroom, Kurenai placed the drinks in front of them.***

Kurenai: Did you want something else besides the drinks?

Emily: You reek of lion carcass.

Kurenai: How do you know what that smells like?

Emily: Long story.

Kurenai: I've got time.

Emily: Ugh... ***Before she could explain, Emily's friend returned.***

Friend: Whatcha talkin about?

Kurenai: She was explaining how she knows what-

Emily: -pairs well with different types of rice! Lemon rice is great with some curry. Especially Japanese-style curry, and some grilled salmon... Now I'm hungry...

Kurenai: I can make some for you if you wanna come over.

Friend: Ooh, a date! Take it, Emi!

Emily: W-what?! Why would I do that? Don't you have a job to work here?

Kurenai: I do, but I spend literally 90% of my free time here. I get paid plenty for it.

Emily: For standing around and doing nothing?

Kurenai: For standing around and mixing alcohol.

Friend: In any case... think you can take the night off and cook for us?

Kurenai: You really wanna try my cooking? For all you know, I could cook up ashy fish and shitty curry.

Friend: Word on the street is you're a good cook. ***She winked at him as she drank her cocktail.***

Kurenai: Uh huh... Did that word on the street come from thy lady friend?

Emily: Hey!

Friend: Confidential~

Kurenai: Right, well... this is my job. Even if not much is happening, I've gotta show up and do it.

Friend: Booooo! I wanna try your cooking!

Kurenai: Catch me at my place when I'm free, and maybe I'll whip something up.

Friend: Sounds good!

Emily: Why do you want his cooking so badly...? God, I'm still hungry...

Friend: Y- er... *someone* said it was delicious! So...

Kurenai: So it was you...

Emily: Who else could it have been?

Kurenai: Bitch sister 2: electric boogaloo.

Friend: Uh... what?

Emily: Inside joke. Word of advice, get him in the mornings. He makes killer omelettes.

Friend: Really? Now *I'm* hungry...

Kurenai: If you're just gonna keep making yourselves hungry, fine. I'll be back, don't go trashing the bar. If you have to, head downstairs and watch me cook. ***He sighed and headed downstairs to the Underground's kitchen area, making the omelette and curry the girls were talking about earlier. A pot of rice boiled nearby as the curry simmered and the omelettes cooked, a symphony of delicious scents wafting through the air. It was only a few seconds of plating as Kurenai loaded up a plate with an omelette, a healthy serving of rice, and two ladle-fulls of curry. The girls happily devoured the meal as Kurenai sighed and served himself a plate as well, forgetting about dinner until now.***

## 00:25, unknown area

***Izaak was slowly slipping in and out of consciousness. His head was aching as if it was cracked open, and both his vision and hearing was numb. He was sitting in an upright position with his head down, in a chair, and heard people talking to his left. Izaak tried moving his hands, realising he was bound, and started to remember what happened. He got caught, kidnapped by supposed criminals, and was likely in their grasp right now. He moved his head and looked around, seeing the powered man from before standing to his right, wearing a short-sleeved shirt and shorts, standing with crossed arms. To Izaak's left were several other chairs, each with people sitting in them, some tied and some not. Izaak seemed to be in a well-lit and large room, and all the chairs were placed in the middle of the room.***

Izaak: Where...am I?

Guard: Inside.

Izaak: You kidnapped me...

Guard: You were snooping. Relax, you're not imprisoned, boss just wanted to see who was messing around outside.

Izaak: I don't care, let me go...

Guard: Can't. Not yet.

Izaak: Fuck off, I don't need your permission, I'll break my way out through this wall if I have to.

Guard: Sure you will. If you try anything... ***The man held his fist up in front of Izaak, as liquid metal sweated out from his skin and quickly formed a solid knife on the edge of his knuckle. It then melted and retracted back into his pores.***

Izaak: That freaky trick doesn't scare me...

Guard: You're overconfident. Remember how I knocked you out earlier?

Izaak: Won't happen again.

Guard: It won't need to, but shut up now. Boss is here. ***Izaak heard the voices to his left and turned his head, and with his limited eyesight saw a man kneeling down near one of the chairs, facing the person sitting in the chair. They were talking, and Izaak could just about make out what was being said.***

Boss: Ah, sorry for the wait everyone, and you especially. Just finished an interview that dragged on longer than expected.

Man: I hope that this gets sorted soon, especially after having me wait so long. And in this room, is this what you call a waiting room? You have prisoners here!

Boss: Not...prisoners. I apologise for these conditions, but you wanted to meet me, and you're not a new customer. You're not exactly a business partner, you're not even a visitor. So I didn't know where else to keep you, especially on such short notice.

Man: Nonsense. I was a customer, I bought these abilities from you, and you cheated me!

Boss: Um, how exactly? You read every line of the contract, no tricks, no catches. I am an honest man after all.

Man: Well... firstly, these powers are nowhere near as powerful as the abilities promised! I asked for the power to crush my enemies, and all I got was the ability to move objects!

Boss: You got what you wanted. Telekinesis, that algorithm scanned you, and that was the result.

Man: But your wife promised it would be able to rip down buildings, she even showed me how unstoppable they were-

Boss: My wife? My wife has no say in these matters, well none that would concern you. And please, my algorithm is perfect, if you ended up with unsatisfactory abilities then it's either your lack of knowledge on the usage of the power, or you subconsciously viewed yourself as a weak man, and so wished for weak abilities. So which is it? Are you stupid or weak-hearted?

Man: Quiet, midget! I will not stand insults from a fucking dwarf! You will refund these powers, or I'll tear down this operation myself! ***The man yelled, holding his hands up as they caused several objects in the room to rattle, as the man stood up.'***

Boss: Um, Myles?

Guard: Got it, boss. '***He ran past Izaak and at the man, tackling him to the floor. With Izaak's damaged vision, all he saw was the guard, Myles, punching the face of the man, each time he raised his fist it was covered in more blood, but the man was still groaning and squirming.***

Boss: That's enough, Myles. Outside, take him outside. I'll talk with Mr. Stephens later, when he has learnt to respect my tact. '**Myles lifted the unconscious body of the man over his shoulder, walking outside the room with him as a trail of blood dripped behind him. The other people in chairs gasped at this, some wanting to scream but too scared. Izaak watched with shock, but decided to not open his mouth and observe. The boss then walked across the other people, breathing in. Izaak now noticed from his regaining eyesight that the man wasn't in fact kneeling down, but was very short, shorter than Izaak definitely, even shorter than most women Izaak had met. The boss was wearing a very clean and well-fitted suit, and had clean black hair and a clear voice.** *My apologies, people, I didn't expect myself to react so harshly, but I didn't expect such disrespect either. Let's hope it doesn't happen again. Oh, there's a child here.* **The boss skipped the rest of the cowering people and headed straight to Izaak, staring into his eyes.** *Hello, there.*

Izaak: I'm not a child. I'm eighteen.

Boss: Seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, children all the same. But question is, what are you doing here? I require a certain maturity among my clients, it's only a precaution.

Izaak: I'm plenty mature, and I was kidnapped by your friend Myles over there.

Boss: Myles? Kidnapping? You must be mistaken, perhaps you wandered too close to the doors, Myles is somewhat paranoid and believes even some bystanders are undercover agents.

Izaak: Not a bystander, I'm a hero.

Boss: You mean that in the literal sense?

Izaak: Is there another meaning?

Boss: Well many people believe they're heroes in one way-

Izaak: No, I save people, it's a hobby.

Boss: So you're a vigilante?

Izaak: That's what they're calling us today.

Boss: Ah yes. But what are you doing here? You are aware of the business that occurs here, correct?

Izaak: Selling superpowers? I heard.

Boss: I assume as a hero, you would have powers of your own. I haven't really seen any other "superheroes" join my list of stakeholders. Potential ones? Sure, but current ones...

Izaak: That's not why I'm here, obviously. You're selling fucking superpowers, I didn't even know that was possible, let alone legal!

Boss: It's very much possible. Manufacturing them was no easy feat, making the market legal is just a silly dream.

Izaak: So you just sell superpowers to people? Criminals? That's not safe, and that's very, very illegal.

Boss: So is vigilantism. Yes, the police want us both, but neither of us care, so why bother? It's not so bad a crime, so I won't tell them if you don't, deal? ***He chuckled as if talking to a child.***

Izaak: Why are you so casual about this? I just saw the result of one of your clients, he tore through a building and killed several cops and innocents! You supplied him with the means, that, that makes you a criminal too!

Boss: Does it? Is a gun store owner responsible for all the mass shootings?

Izaak: Bullshit excuse, licenses are a thing.

Boss: Look, I don't give people powers then tell them to go blow things up. They hardly ever do, just because one man on the news happened to be a metahuman because of me, doesn't make me responsible for any major crime. What did you plan coming here? Stop the bad guy then go tell off his supplier?

Izaak: Just wanted to see if what he was saying was legit. I know now, so I can deal with it. ***Izaak moved his hands, as his rope cuffs were burned off. He stood up, towering over the small man as the latter didn't back away.***

Boss: Deal with what? Listen, I'm not some villain, I actually applaud you for dealing with that drunk. I believe he was bad publicity, publicity either way but still. I don't support insane murderers, I don't benefit from it, and it's just plain cruel. Now, sit down and I can repeat myself if you don't understand, or you can head *that* direction, towards the exit.

Izaak: I have a different plan. ***Izaak placed his hand on the boss's shoulder, gripping him, but Izaak was jumped by Myles from the side.***

Myles: Don't touch him! ***His fist grew a large blade as he aimed it at Izaak but he quickly dodged and slammed the fist into the ground, stabbing the knife into it and getting it stuck.***

Izaak: Get off me! ***Izaak grabbed Myles's face and threw him off, jumping to his feet. Izaak then heard as several guards began approaching, raising guns at him, so he quickly ran towards the exit door. Several shots fired at him, but the boss called out to them to stop. Izaak headed out the door, and looked around, seeing a desk with his phone on it. Izaak grabbed it and tried turning it on, but the battery was dead.*** \*Shit! Fucking bullshit!\* ***He heard the door behind him burst open by guards, Izaak quickly turned around and threw a ball of soul fire, blowing them back. Izaak ran down a hallway, looking at several signs for the exit. Izaak reached a dead end and saw the guards approaching, so he ran into the nearest door, and entered what seemed like a laboratory. He saw an older scientist sitting in a chair, who quickly stood up upon seeing Izaak enter.***

Scientist: Can I help you?

Izaak: Looking for the exit!

Scientist: Oh there's an elevator in the corner there. ***He pointed at an elevator in the corner of the lab, and Izaak heard the footsteps approach.***

Izaak: Thanks Mr... Chamberlain? ***He said reading the man's name tag.***

Scientist: It's Doctor, actually-

Izaak: ***He had ran to the elevator and tapped the button several times, but it wouldn't open. The guards entered the lab, so Izaak manually opened the doors with his hands, looking down at the long drop down, the elevator was out of order.*** \*Fucking scientist...\* ***Without a second thought, Izaak jumped down the shaft, using his PK to levitate and glide down the side of the wall, safely reaching the bottom. When Izaak did, he opened the bottom doors and ran out the shaft, now on the ground floor. Izaak saw a few more doors and ran through them, fighting through several armed guards and eventually finding the fire exit and bursting through those doors, seeing two guards who yelled at him.***

Guards: Hey, stop!

Izaak: Oh piss off... ***He stomped the ground, erupting the concrete and blasting the two men away. Izaak ran past them, down the street and then ran up the side of a building to hide. He watched as the guards poured outside, yelling to look around for Izaak.*** \*That was by far the weirdest conversation I've had with a criminal. Plan of action: Go home and recharge phone, call Lynsey, then make an actual plan... Never just walk in, you absolute dumbass... I even lost the drunk dude, ugh, I suck at this. Next time I'm just handing them straight over to the cops like I did with the riot leader dude.\* ***Izaak turned away and headed back home, thinking what to do with the situation next.***

## June 17th, in Brooklyn

***Around 5 o’clock PM, Lorraine was eating some Shrimp Egg Foo Young and Crab Rangoon with Sasha in the living room of their apartment. They were watching a television show while eating and drinking. As Lorraine was taking a bite of her crab rangoon, she received an email on her open laptop. She had been waiting for that email, so she wiped her hands on a napkin while chewing and opened up the email, eagerly reading it. Her eyes widened as she read through, understanding what her manager was telling her to do. She had requested to take a difficult case as one of her beginning cases for journalism. Her manager then proceeded with the request of a certain case and gave her the rights to finish it as the original journalist came down with a terrible fever that landed her in the hospital. It was now Lorraine’s responsibility and she then spent 30 minutes eating and reading over the information that her colleague already gathered. She then received a knock at her front apartment door, getting startled out of her intense concentration on the extensive email. She got up and walked to the door, looking through the peephole of her door. Her eyes widened and she broke out into a huge, goofy smile as she excitedly unlocked and opened the door revealing it to be Atlas. He was back and Lorraine jumped at him, hugging him tightly, as he hugged back.***

Lorraine: Atlas!!! Dude! ***She pulled away from him, smiling.*** I missed you!!! Your dad told me you’ve been home resting!

Atlas: Yeah!!!! I’m really sorry about that, needed a night where I was free! How’ve you been??? ***He was laughing and had a huge smile to counter Lorraine’s.***

Lorraine: I’ve been AWESOME. Bro, I got the fuckin’ job at NYNE!

Atlas: No way!!! Dude you’re definitely on the come up. We’ve gotta celebrate sometime? You know how we usually do. ***He chuckled and she laughed too. Sasha then came from the corner and saw Atlas, having a shocked face and running at him. Atlas knelt down as he hugged her and talked to her a little. Sasha then left to go and continue to watch television in the living room.***

Lorraine: Yo, we gotta catch up, haven’t seen you since… ***She just sighed and chuckled out of disbelief, that she was almost killed.***

Atlas: ***He frowned and put his hand on her shoulder.*** Hey.. Look, I know it was scary, but you know I got you, anytime. I wouldn’t have let anything happen to you.

Lorraine: Yeah… What happened anyways, after you left. You were gone for so long. ***She closed the front door and Atlas followed her into the kitchen where she brought her laptop along. Atlas and her talked for quite while about his fight, the information he found out, and how Lorraine already knew due to his father, and her recent experience of being nearly being kidnapped again. Hearing this and remembering what Sinai told him about Lorraine having some kind of ability, clicked in his head.***

Atlas: I’m so sorry… I couldn’t be there for you Lo….

Lorraine: Wha- No! Don’t worry about it! Seriously, it happens…. This IS New York after all… Anyways, these things keep popping up randomly and I can’t seem to control em, if I’m even controllin’ it at all…

Atlas: Yeah it’s a mystery. Seems to have protected you and just disappear, so who knows. We have to wait for this power of yours to kick in again. Bro, you’re a fuckin’ meta, how cool is that????? We can go on missions together now! Awwwwww shit, I’m getting so excited haahha.

Lorraine: Yeah!! You’re right! Holy crap…. Duuuuu- ***She noticed her laptop flash with a second email with images and captions.*** Awesome. Also, I started my first case a few days ago!!

Atlas: Woah, really? What was it about???

Lorraine: It was about this restaurant West Virginia and how it was involved with-

Atlas: Cannibalism, right?

Lorraine: Yeah! You saw it??? ***She looked at him.***

Atlas: Heard about it. First hand, from Izaak, since he worked there.

Lorraine: Oh shit, Izaak works there, I forgot. Yeah, that means he must have been there when the whole incident went down. It was INSANE.

Atlas: Yeah, right? Well the monster he fought was the one orchestrating it.

Lorraine: Oh, Lynsey didn’t know that, I bet...

Atlas: Who?

Lorraine: Ah, Lynsey Alway, the first person I’ve interviewed for the newspaper. She’s the manager of that certain store and had no clue that she was practically selling human meat. But she’s a pretty cool person, hoping to hang out with her again.

Atlas: That’s wild. But whatcha got now? Seems you’re pretty busy, I’m gonna get out of your hair if ya are.

Lorraine: Naaaah, it’s nothing. ***She read the new email for a couple seconds and turned the screen to him.*** Look, this is what I’m dealing with. So this 21 year old woman named Gisela was seen doing shady work around the community by multiple witnesses and they ALL ended up in the hospital. It’s weird. No signs of blunt trauma, burns or stabs. They all gave a similar description of her and where she’s usually found. My colleague went on the case and now SHE’S in the hospital too.

Atlas: Lo, you’re thinking of going after a woman like this? Do you know how this could go? Urgh, you’re trying to get killed! Come on, call this off, give this case to someone else, I’m not gonna let you d-

Lorraine: What are you talking about? You’re not my fucking mother, I can do this without getting in any type of harm.

Atlas: If you didn’t notice, you seem to have bad luck around murderers and kidnappers. Look, I just don’t want anything to happen to you.

Lorraine: I will be safe about this Atlas, seriously, stop being a pussy. You’re acting like I won’t take precautions. ***She shook her head as he was rereading the email and talking. Atlas rolled his eyes and sighed.***

Atlas: Whatever.

Lorraine: Look at this, she seems to be a metahuman too.

Atlas: What? How do you know?

Lorraine: ***She laughed lightly.*** Stop playing dumb dude. Look in the pictures; she has this black substance or energy coming from her hands and surrounding her on the ground. I wonder what her power is… ***Atlas looked at her with a confused face and kept looking at Lorraine then at the picture.***

Atlas: Okay Lo, quit playing around. How do you know she’s a meta?

Lorraine: ***She looked at Atlas with an eyebrow raised and sighed.*** Look at the picture…. I’m not gonna explain again.

Atlas: Lo, there’s NOTHING in the picture. It’s just the woman.
Lorraine: ***She looked at him again and then back at the picture.*** You’re being serious. You don’t fuckin’ see the black shit in the picture? ***She looked confused and rubbed her eyes.***

Atlas: Nope. If you’re playing around, you can quit now.

Lorraine: Wait… SASHA, GET IN HERE!!! ***She hollered this as Sasha came running in.***

Sasha: Yeah?

Lorraine: Look at the picture, and tell me what you see? ***She pulled up a certain picture. Atlas still looked confused.***

Sasha: I see a woman with huge bre-

Lorraine: ALRIGHT THEN. What else???

Sasha: That’s it. She’s posing differently in every pic.

Lorraine: That’s ALL you see?

Sasha: ***She took a final look.*** Yep.

Lorraine: Alright… Thanks…. ***Sasha went back to living room.***

Atlas: Lo, are you okay?

Lorraine: I think, only I can see it. And no I’m not crazy. At least, I hope not… ***She looked up at Atlas.*** I think she might have the same powers as me Atlas.

Atlas: Wait woooooah, where did this come from? Are you sure?

Lorraine: Yes! When I first manifested my powers, this black figure appeared behind the guy choking me and it was tall as fuck! The woman behind me would’ve said something and warned the guy, right? But she didn’t. The woman thought I had telekinesis which is INVISIBLE. But I clearly saw what snapped the guy’s neck. And when it was approaching her, she didn’t see it at all or else she would have defended herself.

Atlas: So…. You’re telling me, you think your power is INVISIBLE?! And you can only see people with the same power?
Lorraine: Exactly. Watch this, and stay still. ***Atlas complied and Lorraine cleared her throat.*** C-Come out! NOW! ***Atlas looked behind him and then back at Lorraine. She then had a surprised look on her face as the figure formed out of black substance unequally until it was finished. It stood over Atlas and looked down at him, and the sight of this made Lorraine smile and excitedly throw her hands up.***

Atlas: W-What is it? Is it behind me?

Lorraine: Yes!! It’s standing over you! It looks so scary! I have my own power and it’s fucking invisible dude. Better than your colorful, noticeable ass lightning.

Atlas: Oh fuck off! Your’s is so lame! \*Goddamn, that’s kind of fucking awesome though….\*

Lorraine: Suuuuuuuuuure. Anyways it looks like… Due to what Marge left for me, this woman will be at… An Underground Car Meetup in Cayden tonight. ***She quickly looked at Atlas, biting her lip in excitement.***

Atlas: Shiiiiit… Tonight? I gotta go with you! Just in case though.

Lorraine: Whatever, pussy. It’ll be nice having a friend around while on the job. Keith (her boyfriend) is too busy but I’m sure he’d go too if he could. Whose car we takin’ tonight?

Atlas: Ahhhhhhh, probably mine. I could drag race in it while you’re off trying to find the chick.

Lorraine: Sounds good. So tonight it is.

Atlas: Yeah! Ima get going. I’ll be back 2 hours before, so we can get there on time. ***Lorraine and Atlas walk to the front door.*** I’ll see you later Lo. Peeeeeacee.

Lorraine: Cya later Atlas. ***She smiled as they did their special handshake. He exited the apartment and she closed the door, going back inside to prepare for the night.***

### A few hours later

***It was now 9:02pm when Atlas arrived back at Lorraine’s apartment. He was wearing a no sleeve hoodie that was up with joggers and high top sneakers that the joggers went into. He got to Lorraine’s door, knocking and waiting a few seconds until her locks clicked and her door opened. Lorraine greeted Atlas with a smile as she was wearing a simple t-shirt that was tucked into skinny denim ripped jeans with low top shoes. Atlas came in the apartment and locked the door behind him not seeing Sasha in the living room anymore and concluded that she was asleep.***
Lorraine: So you ready? ***She was going around the house picking up her trash and throwing them away, while grabbing a cross body bag that slung across her body. She then took a hat and put one on.***

Atlas: Whatchu need the bag for? ***He put a piece of gum in his mouth and tossed one to her.***

Lorraine: Ah, it has my notepads and camera in it. Camera is small and high quality so it can fit in here. Also my gun, in case there’s trouble. ***She opens up her bag to show Atlas the equipment sitting inside the bag. She also seems to have other devices that Atlas doesn’t know the use of.***

Atlas: What? You won’t need it, I’m here for you.

Lorraine: What if something happens to you? I need to be able to defend myself.

Atlas: If something happens to defeat me, a gun isn’t gonna save you dude. ***They both laugh as Atlas walks back to the door. Lorraine goes to close the doors and turn off all the lights before they leave.*** Finally, let’s do this. ***They exit the apartment and she locks the door. Once they arrive downstairs to the lobby, they go to Atlas’s car.***

Lorraine: Lemme drive. I feel like driving tonight.

Atlas: Aight. ***He sits in the passenger seat and she sits in the driver’s seat, using a fingerprint scanner to start the car in less than a second. They then take off and head towards the closest ramp to take the highway to Cayden.***

### 10:31 PM, in Cayden

Lorraine: Merlot, turn on GPS to Cayden Eclipse Underground. ***The car’s internal LCD monitor turned on and wired as a detailed visual GPS of the road ahead of them turned on, revealing the way to the underground car meet.***

Atlas: Alright, so I’ll try not to stand out too much. I’ll talk to people and maybe race with them, but if at anytime you need me, you know you have that app on your phone. I’ll come rushing to help you, don’t want to seem to suspicious if we’re both walking around, not looking at the cars.

Lorraine: Yeah, I get that. ***They turned a corner and saw down the road, a blockage that had many cars in the street and parked on the side. People were out of their cars walking around and looking at other cars, so Lorraine drove to the blockage and a man walked up to their car. He informed them both on the safety issue and how the car was gonna have to be marked when entering in that area due to the amount of people attending to be large.*** Yeah, that’s fine. ***After this, they entered the blockage and it turns out that the car meet was extended for a block, so many cars were parked everywhere and many people were walking around. It was a challenge to get around so they decided to park on the side of street, next to a random park. Once they exited the car, they spotted people walking inside large parking garages to see the more expensive cars and famous owners of the cars.***

Atlas: Now that we’re in here. Your colleague wrote that she *should* be here, right? ***Lorraine nods, while looking around.*** Then we can split up. It’s a big place and we’d want to find her before the meet is over. I bet it’ll last past midnight so we have time.

Lorraine: Sounds good. Here’s a picture so that you don’t forget her face. ***She reaches into her cross body bag and takes out her phone, tapping it on his, transferring the picture of her onto his phone.*** Press the alert button on our phone if either of us find her. And please don’t get carried away! ***Atlas chuckles as she smiles and puts her phone back. She adjusts her hat and Atlas puts his hands in his hoodie pockets as he walks off. After walking off, Atlas finds a group and manages to shimmy in between them, talking to them as if he knew them and genuinely complimenting their car, seeming amazed by them.*** \*Alright, you need to find this girl, but where??\*

***She’d been searching for about 20 minutes now, saying hi to people that randomly greeted her and taking quick glances at nice vehicles in the large parking garage. She then left and went into the street, crossing it and going to an adjacent building with a large parking garage with mass people in it as well. Lorraine was trying not to get discouraged, as she searched and searched. She eventually got tired and went to a nearby elevator that rose up into the actual building that was empty of workers due to the night’s event. It was closing as someone was in it and Lorraine rushed to get inside to get away from all the noise so she could concentrate.***

Lorraine: \*Where could I possibly find that woman? It’s just so difficult with so much people here!\* ***The other person in the elevator had their hand at the elevator buttons as they turned around to look at Lorraine.***

Person: Hey, you good? You don’t look so good…

Lorraine: Yeah I’m fi- ***She looked at the person and it turned out to be the woman Lorraine was looking for, wearing a large stylish jacket with a hat on.*** \*It’s her! Gisela! I need to keep it cool…\* Ahh, yeah… Just sick from the elevator moving, that’s all. I get nervous…

Gisela: Ohh… Okay… ***She turned her head to look back at the buttons of the elevator as her fingers were on them. Lorraine subtly reached into her bag and pulled out a detachable cube off her camera and placed it on the side of the bag, turning on the audio recorder. The camera is able to detach into multiple disposable pieces to record video and audio and send it to the main camera.***

Lorraine: S-So, I would’ve thought this building is closed. Yanno, because of the event going on tonight…

Gisela: … ***She just ignores Lorraine as she glares at her, her heart beating heavily.***

Lorraine: H-Hello? ***The Gisela turned all of a sudden and punched at Lorraine who was behind her. Lorraine was about to reach for her gun in her bag but saw a black substance radiating from her fist and quickly got into a defensive stance and moved forward while ducking, dodging the punch. Her fist made a dent into the back of the elevator wall, to which she instantly turned around and punched once again at Lorraine who’s back was to the doors of the elevator. She did the same maneuver to dodge the punch and when the Gisela’s fist connected with the door, it exploded outwards and her inertia made her fall out of the elevator onto a random floor of the building.*** \*Must restrain!\*

Gisela: Dammit! Will I have to injure an innocent?! Hey girl, you don’t know what you’re messing with! I’m gonna continue and you’re not going to stop me…. ***She got up and ran at Lorraine and Lorraine ran at her, not saying a word. She saw the black substance radiate from her hand again, so Lorraine put up her arm. Gisela grabbed her arm and threw her away onto an office desk.*** You’re done now. Don’t even think about coming after me bitch!

Lorraine: Who’re you calling a bitch?! ***She reached into her bag and grabbed the gun but she saw the substance entering her arm and she then experienced enormous pain as she shrieked.*** \*What is this?!\* I’ll fucking get you caught for the shit you’ve been doing!!

Gisela: Wha?! A reporter coming for me like that stupid woman the other day? You know I’m the one that put her in the hospital right? ***She ran at Lorraine and she had wide eyes and jumped off the office desk onto the floor. She rolled, pressing the alert button on her phone to call Atlas. Gisela came for her and Lorraine stood up holding her arm. Gisela cocked back her fist and before she could land a punch, a black humanoid substance formed to the right of Lorraine in an attacking position and punched Gisela in her ribs, sending her flying into the window. The window was extremely durable glass so her body smacked into it hard, then just fell to the floor.*** T-The hell was that…

Lorraine: You’re not the only one who has a black substance power…

Gisela: Black su- You mean Invisible Anti-Matter? You have it too?! ***She glared at her and the humanoid black figure from before in a hunched over position, next to Lorraine.*** So you must know what’s going on with your arm since you can see the IAM… Wait, you don’t, calling it a black substance. \*I’ve still got the upper hand…\* ***She stood up, throwing many things at Lorraine.***

Lorraine: *Uhhhh shit shit! P-Protect me!!!* ***She covered her face as the black figure just walked in front of Lorraine, the objects hitting the figure and bouncing off.*** *I wish I could somehow get her from the side and subdue her…*

Gisela: Agh!!! ***She runs towards the elevator about to escape and that was when a black substance starts forming in mid-air. It forms into another humanoid, but this one has a circular head and its arms and legs are extremely skinny. For hands, it has giant anisodactyl claws (which means that on each arm it has three forward claws and one back claw similar to a bird), and it swings at Gisela, catching her in the claws and slamming her body into the floor, it’s claws easily piercing the floor and trapping her. It stands above her, growling lowly at her.*** FUCK!!!! G-GET OFF!!

Lorraine: \*So that’s mine again? Why does it look so different than my main one?\* ***She slowly walks to Gisela as she’s struggling.***

Gisela: Gah!! I’ll put you in the damn hospital like everyone else!!! Get this shit off of me!!! ***Lorraine smiled as she pulled piece of her camera off of her bag and stuck it to the main camera inside of her bag. It then uploaded the recording of what Gisela said to the main camera.***

Lorraine: The police are on their way soon. I don't know what your power was, but you better remove it or else you'll spend a lot of time in prison.

Gisela: Fuck you...

Lorraine: So you want prison time? Really don't want to do this Gisela... ***She was in pain but was trying not to show it.***

Gisela: Fine... But never search for me again after I help you. You'll pay a huge price bitch... ***Lorraine nodded as she mentally commanded the black figure to unrestrain Gisela. She got up hurt but placed her hand on Lorraine's arm and she watched as Gisela removed the infectious black substance on her arm.*** When you first discover the Invisible Anti-Matter? And yes, that's it's name.

Lorraine: None of your business. ***All of a sudden, the regular black figure formed behind Gisela and punched her in the face, sending her into the window again with a loud hit. She bounced off the window and hit the floor, coughing blood and looked up to see Lorraine running over to her.*** You really thought I was gonna let you go free?! ***As Gisela was dazed, she struggled to get up, but Lorraine kneed her in the face, sending her at the window again, knocking her out.*** Now... To go find Atlas and go before the police get here. And to finish that report. ***She smiled as she left a small piece of the camera that recorded the audio next to a knocked out Gisela. She unlinked it from the main camera so it couldn't be tracked and left through another elevator.***

## June 19th, at 11:22PM

***There were many sounds of metal clashing and clanking in a local junkyard as Atlas and Izaak were training for quite a while. Atlas was now lifting a large pickup trunk and dodging projectile attacks from Izaak while holding the truck. He was struggling and sweating heavily as he was holding the pickup truck for quite a while now, as endurance training.***

Atlas: C-Come on... That all you got? ***He huffed and finally threw the truck at Izaak, laughing as he finally let the weight off of his arms.***

Izaak: \*Incoming truck...PK can handle this...\* ***Izaak held out both his arms then threw them back, using PK to force the truck to touch his hands then jump over him, landing rolling behind him with loud tearing metal noises. Izaak then stomped the ground and levitated several shards of the truck's metal, then launched them at Atlas curving in at different directions. Atlas's eyes go wide as he starts to do quick back-flips, dodging the shards as they enter the ground, but as his palms touch the ground with every back-flip, red lightning travels into the ground and to the debris and rubble around him. The broken down vehicles starts to rumble and 4 cars start to move towards each other as they spark with red lightning. They all combine into a 3 meter tall machinery monster that produces mounts on its wrists and sharp objects all over it's body. Atlas lands atop a car, his eyes glowing red and his arms feeling very sore and smirks as he sits on the random car to let Izaak deal with it.***

Atlas: \*Let's see how you do with a monster like this.\* ***The monster grabs a truck with one hand and the other transforms into a projectile shooter. It starts to launch rock debris and metal at Izaak, still holding the other truck.***

Izaak: \*Can't use fear against a machine... Haven't tested the claws, meh, PK it is.\* ***Izaak rolls forward, landing near a broken thick plate of metal and raising it up like a shield, while kneeling down so it covered his whole body. He clenched his fists, sending out a PK field which caused all the incoming projectiles to magnetically fly at the shield, attaching to it. Izaak then threw the shield at the monster's chest to distract it, as he ran at its gun arm, jumping at it and grabbing it, dragging it to the ground. Izaak slammed the arm at the ground and sent PK into it, sticking the arm cannon to the ground and trapping the monster's arm.*** This thing was more dangerous as a pile of junk, Atlas!

Atlas: Nice! ***He gets up, jumps off the car and dashes at Izaak while still keeping his Exalt active. As he got right into Izaak's face, he did a quick back-flip kick up into his jaw which sent him backwards. He did a back-flip once more and let the monster use it's other arm to slam the truck down where Izaak was.***

Izaak: \*Shit!\* ***He quickly squirmed, using PK to drill the ground beneath his back and rapidly boost himself into a hole he dug with his powers, the truck slamming the level ground while Izaak was safe underground. Izaak then jumped up, punching the truck so it flew into the air, then he focused on the monster, using PK to influence the truck's path to land where the monster was standing. Izaak then felt Atlas grab his arm after he punched. Atlas smiled in his face then threw him far into the side of a broken down bus. His eyes then started to glow blue as the monster collapsed and Atlas charged lightning in his hand shooting it at Izaak from afar. Izaak quickly got to his feet, jumping backwards out the back window of the bus and breaking through. He landed on the ground as be saw the lightning strike the bus and conduct into it. Izaak then aimed his hand underneath the bus and sent out a mass of soul flames that gathered and boosted the bus, pushing it over so the roof was facing Atlas. Izaak then held onto the bus and pushed it towards Atlas to use it as a shield, then charged his leg with flames and kicked the bus, sending it skidding towards Atlas.*** If you survived that, got an update on that shady dealer guy who kidnapped me earlier.

Atlas: ***Izaak heard a boom as Atlas launched his body up into the air by jumping and soared over the bus.*** \*Too much force into that jump... That hurt!\* ***He ignites his body in discharge lightning and slams onto the ground, punching it and sending out an omnidirectional burst of electricity, enough to stun a person.*** Really? What did Lynsey tell you? ***He said this as he grunted, then ran at Izaak, not letting up, leaving only his arms ignited with lightning.***

Izaak: ***He quickly possessed a car behind him to avoid the shock. The car, glowing green, drove at Atlas, using PK to allow it to function. Izaak unoccupied the car before it crashed landing on the ground as it headed at Atlas as the latter was running at him.*** At that skyscraper, saw some scientist. Name was Chamberlain. Had Lynsey search up the name, you know, try to find anything.

Atlas: Fuck! ***He tried to switch his discharge and ignite himself in Tonic Lightning to help absorb the hit but his body still had none (due to an earlier mission), so the car crashed into him, knocking the air out of Atlas. He slowly pushed the car off of him out of pain in his arms and body.*** Well we gotta keep an eye on him. Is he going anywhere yet? ***He stretched a bit and dashed at Izaak while donning a half smile, launching a double jab at his face.***

Izaak: ***He blocked the first jab but the second hit him, him puffing out air. He then launched his knee at Atlas while continuing to talk.*** I have Lynsey on that. But dude, the weirdest part is that this Dr. Chamberlain was actually the lead designer at Daedalus, yeah *that* Daedalus, the tech company one. But he was kidnapped, four years ago! Lynsey is using that, she's using the city's DSS (digital security system, a network that collects intel of the streets and citizens) to find any facial recognition. I mean, it's pretty cool, how she managed to gain access to that tier of government data... Hopefully she finds something. Could help us find the boss guy.

Atlas: ***He blocks the knee and pushes Izaak as he talks.*** Woah. She’s really good at that stuff. We'll be good. Once he tries anything, we’ll be on his ass and try to ask him questions. Get him to talk the easy way or the hard way, doesn’t matter. ***He stretches his arms, then quickly jabs at Izaak’s face again, then opens his other palm to hit him in the throat, then spin kick at him.***

Izaak: ***He was hit by all three attacks, Atlas being much faster than him, and fell on his back in the dirt. He growled in frustration, slamming his fist in the dirt then pushed himself up to his feet. He looked at Atlas and prepared a stance, then ran at him and performed a set of strong punches and kicks towards Atlas, without speaking as he was too angry.***

Atlas: ***He instinctively tried to use his arms to block Izaak’s punches but due to them being severely weakened, he wasn’t able to block and got hit by his heavy attacks, gritting his teeth in pain, and rolling out of the way. Before Izaak could keep attacking, Atlas automatically turned around while he was on his knees and slammed Both hands together, creating a loud boom, as he produced his omnidirectional wave attack. The attack sent Izaak flying back very far, as well as Atlas due to him not properly balancing himself. Atlas’s body flew into a pile of metal and scrapes, hurting him a lot but thankfully nothing truly punctures his skin. His eyes are closed as he wincing in the amount of strain and pain he just put into arms and gets angry at himself knowing he can’t heal them.*** Fuck! Why did I do that?! Agh...

Izaak: ***Izaak landed with his head smacking against a truck engine which held him up. Izaak walked forward from the momentum, groaning as he felt the back of his head, and felt he was bleeding. He looked down and noticed a few metal splinters cut into his hands and wrist, so he pulled those out with great pain.*** \*Fuck, fuck you! Why didn't you have any defense to that?! Fuck! You deserve this pain...\* ***He said to himself, before walking towards Atlas, still functioning despite the pain and injuries. He prepared two balls of soul fire in his hands as he approached Atlas, then clapped them together, creating a stream of green fire that shot at Atlas, too fast for him to dodge due to the circumstances. The fire engulfs Atlas as he hollers angrily in pain, almost going unconscious and lays back as the fire decreases in intensity.***

Atlas: ***In a dreary tone*** That was fun... I think I need a breather... ***He just laid on the rubble and breathed lightly as he felt like he could go to sleep.***

Izaak: You're done?! Fine... Ah, sorry about that soul thing. That shockwave just really fucking hurt... ***He fell on his butt to sit down.*** Do you mind? ***He coughed, then vomitted some ectoplasm in his hand, then rubbed it on the back of his head and on his injuries.*** It's gross, but it heals me...

Atlas: So gross... I can't heal myself because of that mission from earlier on... Fighting those "pirates" or something... Made a mistake training myself AND fighting you at the same time. ***He just moved his weak, trembling arms up to look at the scars on them. His eyes glowed gold as he ignited his body in tonic lightning for about 2 seconds, then it went away.*** Dammit... That's all I got... Barely did shit. Anyways... Any updates from Lynsey? ***He talked in a dreary tone the whole time while he kept his eyes closed as if he wanted to sleep.***

Izaak: Oh, shut up I'm getting a call. ***He took his phone out, a sheet of metal that had colours leak into it to form a screen as he raised it.*** Oh, speak of the She-Devil herself. ***He showed Atlas it was Lynsey calling.*** Two missed calls, yikes. ***He answers.*** *Yo?*

Lynsey: ***On speaker*** *Izaak, I was trying to call you, idiot! This is urgent, every time I call you it is!*

Izaak: *I was busy fighting, didn't feel the vibrations.*

Lynsey: *Whatever, got something. I found Dr. Chamberlain, exiting the skyscraper you gave me. Well I found him at this laptop shop down the street from there, I'm in its CCTV systems via the DSS of the city, based on facial structure, his tone of voice which the algorithm scanned from his interviews years back, I'm certain this is him.*

Izaak: *Awesome. So send me the location and I'll be there to revenge kidnap this guy.*

Lynsey: *That's really your approach? This guy was missing for years and turns up buying laptops, for all we know this could be bait. He could be a hostage, and you don't want to risk our only chance and finding your guy. I'll have to tail him, see where he goes. There's a car outside that hasn't moved for four hours, I suspect it's waiting for him considering the licence plate doesn't exist.*

Izaak: *Oh, right. Keep me updated, I'll be ready to go wherever he ends up.*

Lynsey: *Well, he's leaving the store, and- FUCK!*

Izaak: *What?! What happened?!*

Lynsey: : *I don't know, he opened the laptop as soon as he stepped outside, then everything cut off. The digital security system of Cayden, it's down. Shit, all my footage is encrypted, how the fuck-!*

Izaak: *What the fuck, does this usually happen...?*

Lynsey: *Fuck no! It's been tampered with, they must've planned this so no one would follow him and recognise his face. Fuck's sake, who did you piss off, Izaak?*

Izaak: *It's fine, tell me the location, I'll be there soon.*

Lynsey: *He has a car, you can't get there on time. Fuck... From memory, the car was white, one of those rich fucker's type cars, windows weren't tinted but one-way filtered, impossible to recognise the faces in them from afar. I've heard this done before with presidential escorts and shit, this is crazy shit. I lost him. This was the store he was at, though.*

Izaak: ***He received a text of the store's location.*** *Ugh...fuck! We'll have to find him again- wait.* Hey, Atlas, doesn't Lorraine work around here? ***He showed the location to Atlas.*** She's like, a reporter or journalist, right?

Atlas: Yeah she does... Why? ***He opened his eyes to look at Izaak.***

Izaak: Ask her if, if she could follow the car? She should be good at that, and it's an emergency. We don't know when the dude will leave the building again.

Atlas: Alright, gotcha... Let's get ready to move out again... ***He gets up, a bit weak and calls Lorraine while walking to his car to change clothes. She answers and Atlas asks her to keep a lookout for a certain car that Lynsey is looking for and to call Lynsey. She accepts, quickly getting ready and hanging up the phone. Izaak and Atlas get ready as the mission is now in full effect.***

*Next: Legacies: Issue 8*