Legacies: Issue 6

Welcome!!

This is the *SIXTH* 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.

## 3 days later, June 9th

***Lorraine came out of the police station, after filling out some more paperwork for the incident that happened a few days ago. Her little sister was with her, walking behind her, quiet. She got in her car, turning on the engine and driving home quietly and in thought about that night. She has a flashback to when Sinai came into her room while her sister was crying. She held out her hand at Sinai and thought she saw a slender black figure punch Sinai multiple times, then fade away. She snapped back to reality and sighed, wondering it if was a dream or not. She arrives at Atlas’s apartment complex in Brooklyn then the girls enter, up the elevator to his floor and knocks on his door. She waits and the door unlocks, as it’s revealed to be Lynch, with headphones around his head.***

Lynch: Hey guys! ***He let them in as Lorraine smiled at him.***

Lorraine: Hey Lynch! Is your brother here yet?

Lynch: Nah… Still don’t know where he is… ***He walked in the house and Sasha smiled, followed him taking off his headphones and running with it.*** Hey! Give it back! ***He chased after her around the house. Afterwards, Jack Herrera came out of the kitchen and smiled when he saw Lorraine, opening his arms up. Lorraine smiled and hugged him tightly.***

Lorraine: Hey Dad! It’s been so long!

Jack: Oh it’s so great to see you Lorraine! You’ve gotten so old!

Lorraine: Aww, thanks! How’ve you been?

Jack: ***He walked to the kitchen, urging her to follow him to continue cooking for Lynch.*** Everything has been well, work is great as usual. Atlas brought me here because he thought I was in danger… I think he was being overdramatic now. I’m wondering where he is, but I’m not too worried. He can handle himself. ***He kept cooking as Lorraine sat in a dining room chair. She thought back to that night again and what Sinai was saying to her.***

Lorraine: Wait… They were talking about you and Atlas’s mom! ***Jack turned around quickly, looking surprised and confused.***

Jack: What are you talking about Lorraine?

Lorraine: Well, look.... There actually was someone hunting you. I didn’t catch his name, and Atlas came in time to save me, as you know. But he seemed to be looking for “Harper’s child”. He confused me with Harper’s child because he sensed Atlas’s powers in my place…

Jack: ***He looks down and saddened.*** They found out…

Lorraine: Wha? Found out what???

Jack: About Atlas’s true origin… He most likely found out while fighting that man too, if he knows who he’s supposed to be. ***He turned down the heat of the food so he sat in a seat in front of Lorraine.*** Lorraine, hun. I’ve got to tell you.

***After some time, Jack had fully explained Atlas’s true origin and how he got his powers. He concluded that as Atlas’s best friend, she deserved to know this about Atlas. Lynch and Sasha were playing in Lynch’s room so they didn’t hear anything.***

Lorraine: That’s insane! We need to find him! He won’t answer his calls or anything!

Jack: Calm down, Lorraine. I don’t know what’s happened to him but I believe he escaped. There was a news helicopter following a huge superpowered fight and when zooming up I saw Atlas’s clothes and he had a helmet on. He seemed to escape that guy because the news helicopter followed Sinai when he disappeared in an energy tube looking thing.

Lorraine: So he should be okay… Dammit… You could still be hunted by that guy, so you’ve gotta be careful and stay here. I’m sorry I can’t do anything to protect you, dad.

Jack: It’s alright. Let’s get off this topic. Aren’t you supposed to take Lynch and Sasha out?

Lorraine: Yeah, got sidetracked… Wait, does Lynch know what he is?.... ***She looked at Jack worryingly.***

Jack: No... He can’t or else the veil that Harper implanted onto him will shatter and Enkar will find him. Damn. I was afraid of all of this. ***He got up again looking saddened and Lorraine hugged him again for comfort.***

Lorraine: It’s okay. Atlas won’t let that happen to Lynch.

Jack: Thank you Lorraine… ***She left the kitchen waving at him and walked to Lynch’s room, hearing laughing and giggling. When she entered she saw that Lynch had Deathstroke posters all around his room. She even saw a slicked back Deathstroke helmet on his desk. She giggled to herself finding it cute and took a look at what videogame Lynch was playing with Sasha. He was playing a newer Deathstroke game that had him playing as Deathstroke and Sasha playing as Rose, his daughter.***

Lorraine: Hey! Huge Deathstroke fan, ready to go? ***Lynch and Sasha looked back and groaned.***

Sasha: Ugh, Wait! One more match! ***She turned back to the television as they started another match of deathmatch against each other. Lorraine laughed and leaned on the wall, waiting for the match to be over and once they finished, they were making fun of each other about how Sasha won.***

Lorraine: Alright I’m gonna leave without you!!! ***She left the room dangling her car keys around her finger.***

Lynch and Sasha: No!!! ***They yelled in unison. They both ran after her and they headed out the door, saying bye to Jack. Once they made it to the car, they entered and Lorraine turned on music, having fun with the kids as they went to the park.***

***Once they arrived to the park, she parked her car and the kids went to play around as Lorraine went to relax. After spending time with them at the park, she drove them to a shop to sit and eat for a little. They otherwise had a very nice and calm day as it slightly rained and had a light breeze throughout. When it got late, Lorraine decided to take Lynch back home and then Sasha home, going to bed.***

Lorraine: Good night, Sasha… ***After tucking her in, she left the house once more, getting into her car and driving to Cayden to a news company named New York News Express, a newspaper conglomerate located in Cayden. She had recently applied for a job there, and was hoping for good news. It takes usually 1 hour to drive from Brooklyn to Cayden, so she arrived an hour later at NYNE. She came out of the building holding the envelope and when getting in her car, she opened it, and it revealed the big news that she was accepted. Lorraine screamed and celebrated in the car, being overjoyed and began to call her boyfriend and some friends afterwards. As she was driving home she had decided to treat herself so was on her way to a Big Belly Burger (fast food burger chain) in Brooklyn.***

### At Big Belly Burger; 11:32pm

***It was now 11:32pm and she arrived at the restaurant, looking at the board above thinking about what she was going to get. She ordered some burgers with a big smile on her face and ate in the store while texting her friends. After she finished, she left the Big Belly Burger and jingled her car keys in her hand as she went to the parking lot behind the store in some sort of alleyway. Before she could get to her car she slows down, and looks around her frantically, as she felt like someone else was there, maybe hiding from her. She reached back and slowly was pulling a gun she was carrying with her and turned around once more, not pulling it out just yet.*** H-Hello? God not again… Maybe I’m just being paranoid from last time… ***She decided to relax and walk to her car normally, trying to ignore the anxious thoughts.***

Voice: Hello, love. I hear those burgers are delicious. Mind buying me one? ***A voice called out to her, then a bald man walked out the shadows wearing a mask that covered his mouth. His skin was dark brown but had several streaks of silver running through, like he had metal beneath his skin. I forgot my wallet at home…***

Lorraine: Uh… No I’m good… Have a nice night sir… ***She backed up while facing him and was going to her car.***

***Another person was standing at her car door before her. It was a girl wearing a hoodie, and she was staring at Lorraine, her face covered by a plastic Halloween mask.***

Woman: Sorry, sweetie, you have to come with us. generic villain dialogue

Lorraine: What?... N-No!! ***She pulled out her M19 pistol with a silencer built into it and aimed it at the woman, then at the guy, then back at the woman.*** Get away from the car, NOW! ***She aimed directly at the woman, her hand slightly trembling as she tried to focus her aim.***

***Suddenly a few wires wrapped around the gun and pulled it from her hands. The wires were coming from the sleeve of the man, and were hovering while wrapped around the gun. He pulled the gun in closer then looked at it, then dropped it to the floor. He then began walking towards Lorraine.***

Man: Now, don't struggle and I won't have to knock you out. And I really don't want to do that.

***Lorraine looked at the them with wide eyes and then pressed a button on her wrist that activates a small device sitting in her palm. The gun begins to wiggle on the ground then fly to her hand again as it is revealed that her palm contains a magnetic device that connects to her personalized pistol. After it gets back into her hand she fires 5 shots at the man then turns to the woman and fires 8 shots in a quick succession.***

Lorraine: Get away from me!!!

***The man constructed a wall of wires quickly that blocked the immediate bullets, then he aimed his hand out and wires pulled him towards a building and out of sight. The woman however, had her hand on the car the whole time. She used her powers to turn the car radio on and blast music loudly at full volume, then manipulated the soundwaves to surround her. She created a shockwave beneath her feet to jump up and dodge the bullets then landed on top of Lorraine's car roof. She snapped her fingers and all the cars in the area began playing music loudly from their radios. The soundwaves curved and moved towards the woman, bending around her arms like gauntlets. She punched her fist at Lorraine, which caused an electronic sound to play as a soundwave blasted out her fist and towards Lorraine.***

***She got blasted back as she was reloading and hit the ground roughly.***

Lorraine: Goddammit… ***She was fearful as she looked at the woman, trying to back up and get away.*** What do you want from me!!! ***She stumbled as she tried to get up and run away.***

***The man from before landed in front of her, his wires coming out his back and vibrating like they were screeching.***

Man: Stop resisting, we only want you to come with us. And it'd be much better if I didn't have to drag you there! ***He placed his hand on her shoulder to stop her running.***

Lorraine: Leave me alone!!! ***She hits his hand away and begins to run, trying her hardest to get away. She aimed her arm back but didn’t look back as she desperately fired random bullets at the two who were behind.***

***The man used his wires to swing from the lampposts towards her but was caught off guard and a bullet hit his shoulder, causing him to lose his grip and fall on the concrete. The woman was using soundwaves to boost herself and caught up to Lorraine, grabbing her then tossing her at the man. The man got up, groaning at his bullet wound.***

Man: You stupid bitch… look what you've done! ***He wraps wires around her body, coiling her arms and restraining her as he punched her gut a few times. The woman came up to her from behind.***

Woman: Calm down, we need her alive.

Man: She is alive. ***He punches Lorraine across the face, and tightens the wires around her.***

Lorraine: Noooo… ***She fell victim to complete fear as she began to cry trying to mutter words but nothing coming out. When she opened her eyes to look at the man, she saw a black figure standing behind him as it was about two meters tall. The figure had a muscular body and seemed to be wrapped by bandages completely, but had no facial features. She began to cry harder as the figure wrapped its arms around the man’s head, gripped it and twisted it upside down, snapping his neck. Lorraine and the woman screamed as they saw this and the figure picked up the head and threw it to the ground.***

Woman: What the fuck was that?!?! ***Lorraine’s body dropped to the ground as the wires fell lifeless just like the man’s body.*** You’re already a meta!! You have telekinesis!!! ***She was about to charge up sound and kill Lorraine, but the figure dashed and grabbed the woman’s head and threw her sideways into a building’s wall. Her body cracked the wall and she fell to the ground, as she couldn’t breathe for a moment. She caught her breath, almost crying and looked at Lorraine terrified. Although Lorraine was crying she got up to run away from the black figure and from the whole scene until the black figure spoke in a gravel and raspy voice.***

Figure: *P-Protect…* ***She slowed down looking back at the figure as it looked at the woman. The woman was looking at Lorraine as she didn’t see the figure at all, thinking it was Lorraine’s telekinesis. Once the figure grabbed the woman, her head looked forward, not knowing what grabbed her and the figure started to repeatedly hit the woman’s head into the side of the building as she was screaming in pain trying to use her powers. Her body then went lifeless as there was blood splattered everywhere and the figure drops her body and looks in the distance toward Lorraine who was watching. The figure suddenly starts “evaporating” as its body starts to release a black substance that looked liquidey, and it faded upwards, until the whole figure was gone. Lorraine watched in shock as the figure disappeared and she fell onto the ground, speechless. After a while she got up to go to her car, staring at the dead corpses and entered the car, going to drive home.***

## June 11th, in Cayden

***It was a sunny day in Cayden, New York as many people were out and about at 2 in the afternoon. A random family was laughing to themselves walking down the sidewalk of a street, walking into an ice cream shop as Atlas walks out, with a salted caramel with cinnamon-sugar almond sundae in his hand. He was using a spoon to eat it as he exited the store and took his time to get to the Tavern. He said hey to Kurenai as there wasn't any customers at the moment and passed him to walk down Underground, still eating his sundae. When he gets underground, he sees Jack chilling and watching television and he sits on the arm of the sofa.***

Atlas: What's up dude? ***He took a bite of his sundae and closed eyes to savor the flavor once more.*** Haven't seen you in nearly a week. ***He remembers back to yesterday, waking up and going home, letting his father and brother know that he's alright and staying home to rest for the day.***

Jack: Well me and the old man decided to go restock on weapons, you know, considering my former best friend blasted me so badly she broke my stuff...

Atlas: Yeah... I know dude. Sorry we couldn't get her. Maybe she'll turn up, maybe not. What kind of weapons you got now? ***He lightly burped.***

Jack: Ever heard of Crimson Arms?

Atlas: Oh yeah, Lorraine talks about that place sometimes. She really likes their weapons. Speaking of Lorraine, I have to go see her! The incident about Sinai almost killing her... ***He goes back to Jack.*** But anyway, yeah I've heard of it. You've got Crimson Arms guns? Nigga you're stacked as fuck.

Jack: Yep, old man didn't want me to use his guns anymore...

Atlas: Ouch. Well, now you've got a good upgrade. ***He took more bites of his sundae.*** You seem bored; want ta do something? Did your old man give you any missions or something?

Jack: Well besides being Crimson Arms' personal attack dog in Cayden, nothing.

Atlas: Hm. Alrighty. Well, get up Jack, we're gonna go around town. Maybe get you a beer upstairs before we leave. You're gonna need it. ***He got up off the arm of the sofa and drank the rest of the melted sundae in the cup, throwing the cup in the garbage near the stairs.***

Jack: Admittedly ***He got up*** Not in the mood for a drink.

Atlas: Sucks man. You're gonna miss out then. Let's go! ***They both went upstairs and left the Underground, seeing one customer sitting at the bar. They passed the customer and Atlas waved at Kurenai as they left the Tavern. Atlas covered his eyes as the sun glared on him. He put his hands in the pockets of his sleeveless hoodie and they began to walk down blocks, talking about whatever.***

Jack: Just to ask, do I fall under the lines of *anti-hero?*... ***He seemed annoyed about it.***

Atlas: Anti-hero? I mean, maybe? You do kinda scare people too... No offense! ***He saw a woman walk by him and he turned his head behind him to look at her ass before looking back ahead.***

Jack: ***The woman was familiar, especially to Jack*** Atlas, wait here... ***He started following the woman.***

Atlas: Wait here? Nigga, we're on a sidewalk, I ain't gonna wait! ***He followed Jack briskly.*** \*What is he doing?!\*

***The woman looked back, the moment she looked at Jack, both Legacies could feel a surge of fear go through her. Jack was following her into an alley.***

Jack: \*I recognize you...\*

Atlas: ***He went next to Jack, still walking and whispered in his ear*** Why're we following her?! I thought you said you had no missions??

Jack: ***He whispered as well*** Call me crazy, but she looks like that former hero I "wife beaten"....

Atlas: ***He stops walking to stare at Jack with a "really bro?" face.*** Nig- ***He catches up to him.*** You mean that woman that you scared the living shit out of a few months ago? How do you recognize her? I'm bad at remembering faces, to be honest. Anyways why're you following her?

Jack: Xenocyte feels off, like it senses something up with her, its angry, I'm angry, it's heated, I'm heated... ***The woman stops, causing Jack to stop in his tracks, and stopped Atlas, she breathed in deeply, then suddenly the pair's ears were ringing in pain.***

Atlas: Aghh!! ***He got to his knees and were trying to close up his ears without success.*** It hurts... Help Jack...

Jack: What?! ***He yelled, Atlas' voice being inaudible. Atlas then tried to hold up his hand at the woman, electrifying it with red Exalt lightning. He shot out a sphere blast of it at the woman and she staggered back, letting go of the deafening sound power for a second. Atlas then pointed at the woman and mouthed the words "Go Jack!". He suited up, and both Jack and Atlas saw the woman's face go pale, as her clothes transformed into her hero costume, and her skin and hair became deathly white as she flew out the alley way, Jack now giving chase to his victim, grabbing Atlas as well.***

Atlas: Shit dude! She's not doing anything wrong!! Isn't this wrong?? ***His words were not heard well by Jack as extreme air speeds were making him quieter.***

Jack: Stop right there, bitch! ***Atlas' words fell off his literal deaf ears, Atlas could see the woman was visibly panicking as she landed on a roof, she stopped using her powers, as she just looked terrified.***

Atlas: ***Dropped down from Jack's grip.*** Damn man! ***He looked towards the woman.*** Hey! Look, really sorry about all this, my friend here is crazy. ***He walks towards her and she backs up, clearly scared. Atlas sighed then looked at Jack.***

Lilith: P-Please! Keep that monster away from me! ***She held her neck in fear, as Jack pushed past Atlas approaching her slowly.***

Jack: Now I may not be able to hear much, but I know something's off with you! Either I make you scrawl it into the dirt or I drag it out of your fucking head straight out the nose! ***Atlas could see and practically feel Jack's unnatural anger, itwas actually off, considering he got this angry onky at the battle with her, and he only got deafened today.***

Lilith: Please, I did nothing, I swear, I just got fixed! ***She begged as she was nearly on the edge of the roof, she could fly off, but judging from her fear, which was flooding Jack's nose, she may be irrational and try something else.***

Atlas: Hey! Don't jump off! ***He turned to Jack.*** The fuck is wrong with you? She hasn't done anything! You're still angry at her for doing what, trying to help people live better by having more heroes? What *she* did Jack, helped us FORM our team, Legacies. Don't you see that? She kickstarted this ALL, along with her friends. Calm the hell down man! You're gonna kill her for no reason! Why are you even angry at her?

Jack: What?!

Lilith: I know why he's after me, and I wont give him the pleasure!

Jack: What?!

Atlas: Urgh, his shitty hearing. ***He places his hand on Jack's ear and ignites his whole head in Tonic lightning for 5 seconds. He takes his hand off and repeats everything he just said to Jack.***

Jack: She's up to something! I practically sniff it out! She feels marked, cursed, as if she made a deal with the devil! She did something alright, and I'll find out! Whether or not you stand in my way, I'll make fucking sure I get what she knows, either violently or gruesomely! ***He growled, but both were distracted, and Lilith managed to make her way across two different rooftops, trying to book it without using her powers more, as she knows what would happen if she uses them too much.***

Atlas: Wha- Goddammit! ***He squats, charging up strength in his legs and leaps high into the air, and lands on a seperate rooftop that she's on in front of her.*** Hey! Why're you running? At least explain yourself so he could stop antagonizing you. By running you're making yourself look bad. I won't let him lay a finger on you, I promise! ***He simply sat on the rooftop with his legs crossed.***

***Before she spoke, Jack jumped onto said roof, now in his berserk state, but the glow in the green eyes, the looke of hate and "Fuck you" in it, this clearly wasn't Jack. It was the one hundred years of rage that Peter had when still wearing it, rubbed off, but now, also affecting Jack, to no one's knowledge of course. He roared out like a monster, making her go pale in fear as Jack was slowly stomping his way to her.***

Jack: *Rip and fucking tear! **The deep monstrous voice spoke. In the blink of an eye, Atlas leaped over her and behind Jack. His eyes glowed red and palms ignited with exalt lightning. He stuck his hands onto his head and caused a mini explosion of lightning onto his whole body, subduing him. He was sitting on Jack's back and held one palm on the back of his head, keeping him at bay.***

Atlas: That's clearly not Jack in control... His monstrous form is strong. Disrupting my Exalt. Anyways, talk to me, please!

Lilith: After he pretty much beat me to an inch of my life, and was put in the medical wing of prison, people approached me. Some- Some business guys I don't know...They said they could help me, they said they could make me better. I couldn't speak and I couldn't walk, do you think I'd say no? ***She had tears in her eyes when recalling her injuries.***

Atlas: I'm sorry... Are you sure you're not in danger of them? There had to be a catch... I think Jack's alien thing inside him senses something inside of you that pisses him off.

Lilith: My vocal chord and spine is bionic, they got some way to generate a suit, they also gave me something to contact them, it's in me, I don't know where, but if I call them, they come, they give me more...

Atlas: It could be dangerous. Anyways just go, can't hold him for much longer... ***Lilith nods and runs off. Jack wakes up, Xenocyte turning into hs clothes.***

Jack: Atlas, what'd you do?!

Atlas: She seemed fine dude. ***He got off and looked at him, sighing.*** You were scaring her.

Jack: Shit, Shit, Shit, Shti! ***Jack seemed more terrified than angry now, pacing, keeping his hands behind his head***

Atlas: What??

Jack: One thing the old man has given up on trying to beat, it's real, and she was involved with it! She may have had info, and she's gone!

Atlas: What was it dude?

Jack: Trinity...

Atlas: Crap... You've always been talking about them. Well let's go think about this at the Tavern Underground. ***He ran off. Jack looked down in fear, but breathed in, following after Atlas.***

## At the Tavern Underground

Kurenai: The fuck happened to you two? ***He asked Jack and Atlas as they settled down on the couches.***

Atlas: Dude, Jack was attacking this chick out of nowhere! I honestly thought he was gonna rape her or some shit! He started following her vigorously!! Buuut it turns out it was the girl from the riot attack that he stopped and theeeeeeeeeen Jack found out she's affiliated with a group that his "old man" had quarrels with. ***Jack sat silently and Atlas just sighed.*** Bruv, superheroing is hard.

Kurenai: No kidding. I'm still waiting for bitch-sister 1 or bitch-sister 2 to come for my ass one of these days... ***Kurenai poured himself a drink from the downstairs liquor cabinet.***

Atlas: Damn! Are they trying to kill you? Honestly, just slice their heads off dude. You could do that, you're a fucking demon-dude. ***He laid back on the couch and stared up at the ceiling, feeling thirsty.***

Kurenai: I would if I could, but they're better trained than me. Especially bitch-sister 2: electric boogaloo. My younger sister who isn't from a previous marriage. She fucking stabbed me through the torso. ***He poured Atlas a glass of Merlot and placed it in front of him.*** Bitch-sister 1 is probably planning my death meticulously or some shit.

Atlas: Damn dude! Some famiry... ***He gulped some wine.*** Look, my advice is, you find their hideouts and blow them the fuck up. That'll make sure you're fuckin' safe from those... bitches.

Kurenai: Did you just say "famiry"?

Atlas: Maybe. ***He quickly sips his wine again and looks away to the T.V. He then looks back at Kurenai.*** So about dive bombing those bitches...

Kurenai: Nah, fuck that. Bitch-sister 1 is a world-famous model. They would investigate her death and shit. Bitch-sister 2 can literally kill me if she tried hard enough, so no.

Atlas: Yeah, I figured... ***He looks at the glass of wine and can see sparkles of rainbows emitting from it slightly.*** I-Is that magic? Goddamn... ***He ignites his body in tonic lightning for a second to remove the dangerous magic particles from his body, then sets the wine down.*** So other than your sisters, anything been happening with you lately? And don't say "working". That's BOOOORING.

Kurenai: I ate a dragon heart and met a girl. ***He took a sip of bourbon.***

Atlas: Wow, a girl? Lucky. ***He sighs.*** And did the dragon heart taste good? Better than that bourbon you're drinking? Because bourbon sucksssss.

Kurenai: The dragon heart tasted like ass. This bourbon is so much better. ***He took another sip.***

Atlas: I see... Also have you seen Izaak around? Haven't seen him since out battle with Sinai.

Kurenai: Nope. Should we look for him?

Atlas: I think so... I'll call him, hold on. If he doesn't answer, we'll go. ***He takes his phone and calls Izaak, putting the phone on speaker.***

***Izaak answered after it rang for a few seconds.***

Izaak: *Yo?*

Atlas: *Yo bro, where you at?*

Izaak: *Heading over to the Tavern to train. Why?*

Atlas: *Oh. Haven't heard from you, thought you were dead or something...*

Izaak: *Well I am, kinda. But in seriousness, just been training a lot. Almost got my ass kicked the other day. Can't let that happen again. Where are you guys?*

Atlas: *Oh alright, damn man! And we're in the Tavern. I'll train you, got nothing to do but sit around. See you there man.*

## Same day, at night

***It was around 1 AM when Izaak was in the Tavern Underground, still training with a sandbag, punching and kicking it. He tried not to use his PK and was relying on his strength to use it efficiently, and wasn't trying to break the bag with too much strength. He was demonstrating some powerful street fighting moves with some martial arts slipped in which he learned from Atlas, and was practising this. The Tavern Underground was empty at this time, with Kurenai still working above, so Izaak had peace. In the silence between each of his punches, he heard a cold whisper in his ear.***

Izaak: Who is it? ***He said out loud, without stopping his punches.***

Voice: *Revenant, why have you abandoned your duties?!*

Izaak: ***He recognised the voice of the Onryo girl, and groaned internally, because he didn't forget but was also annoyed at her appearance.*** I didn't abandon shit. And it wasn't a duty, just a simple task I decided to fulfill for you because I was doing it anyway. There's no one here, you can come out. ***He concentrated and unlocked the protection on the Tavern and the Onryo was projected as an apparition in front of Izaak.***

Onryo: You promised you would avenge me!

Izaak: Why can't you avenge yourself?

Onryo: I am too weak to fight metahumans. Onryo can only appear at their place of death and raze their murderers, but not if my murderer has powers beyond mine.

Izaak: Weak. But I understand. I almost couldn't beat them too, which is why I'm training... I'll go avenge you when I'm ready to fight.

Onryo: No! Every day he claims more lives! I cannot wait by as this happens!

Izaak: And I won't let him claim mine today either, I have more people to save.

Onryo: But you have strong powers that can take him on, I believe it!

Izaak: I'm not risking my life for you, spectre. I almost died the last time I went there.

Onryo: I realised, and provided you with an extra ability that wasn't part of the promise.

Izaak: And I appreciate it, but I can't train that. Regular thugs don't have healing I can "unheal". So in the meantime I'm training my fighting skills.

Onryo: Skill is not what will bring Weston down. Raw power will.

Izaak: But it will help against his group of thugs. Why do you want me to kill him so soon? Be patient, I thought you would've learnt that during your years in the Realm.

Onryo: Because he is killing many other people like me!

Izaak: I understand that, but I know nothing about this guy's deal. What does he do with the victims? Why does he need metahumans for this job?

Onryo: He needs specific people, whoever suits his taste. Some of them are important people, hard to get. Metahumans are perfect for that, plus the ones he hires accept his jobs without question.

Izaak: His "taste"? Why exactly does he want these people?

Onryo: It is quite horrifying. But he eats them.

Izaak: Ugh, eats them? Like a cannibal?

Onryo: Somewhat.

Izaak: D-did he eat you?

Onryo: Yes. I was only a girl when I was captured. I escaped down in his tunnels, I had powers of my own that regenerated me when he tried to consume me. He chased me down, his men strapped me into a device that negated my abilities and from there he tore my heart out and...well you know. The way I died was the most painful thing anyone could imagine, and as an extra punishment for me I ended up in the Spectral Plane. I will never forget the torture I went through for no reason.

Izaak: Wow. I'm sorry you had to endure that. But don't worry, I'll have him pay. And all his metahuman thugs.

Onryo: Tonight?

Izaak: Whatever.

Onryo: Good. I cannot wait longer to taste the revenge-

Izaak: Yeah whatever. Bye. ***He waved his hand and she dissipated, locked out of the Tavern. Izaak then attempted a special kick on the sandbag, but failed and fell over. In anger he got up and ripped the sandbag off the hook and tore it open.*** \*Don't need any fancy moves anyway.\* ***He walked over to a cupboard in the same room and opened it, containing some of his stuff. One was a cybernetic arm, the one he took from Jace, one of the three kidnappers. He took the arm out and walked off with it. He entered the Tavern bar and waved at Kurenai with the prosthetic arm as a joke, then left. He walked over to the West Virginia restaurant and when he got there he went out back to where the tunnel entrance was. He clicked the hand at the wall but it didn't glow. As he examined the arm, he realised it was broken, self destructed remotely by Jace.*** Fuck... \*It's broken. How am I supposed to get in now? Those guys aren't coming back for weeks!\* ***He looked at the closed platform on the ground, sighing.*** \*Maybe I could pry it open. My Macabre is pretty low, I think... Maybe around 55% ish...\* ***He kneeled down at the platform, tossing the arm to the side. He placed four fingers of each hand on the concrete and concentrated on pouring his psychokinesis into the concrete. He was straining himself to use such little amount of psychic power to do something hard, and was feeling through the mechanisms under the concrete. His face was straining, turning red and his body veiny, as he grabbed onto the mechanisms with his PK. He shifted them, slowly opening the concrete floor and spreading it open, seeing the metal platform beneath it. Izaak then quickly switched to his arms to hold open the concrete platforms, his arms shaking from the strength of the concrete wanting to close. He was using his PK to aid his strength, then hopped onto the platform beneath the opened concrete trapdoor. His PK began pushing the platform elevator down, and he quickly ducked as his strength could no longer hold open the door. It was pitch black as he heard the hydraulics lower him further down, his arms were exhausted but he still had to concentrate on moving the elevator down. Eventually he reached the bottom, into the tunnels he was in before, with white lights lighting the place up and country music playing on speakers, specifically, Country Roads.*** \*This song again... No doubt this James Weston guy owns West Virginia.\* ***He took one step forward and suddenly all the lights turned red and an alarm sounded. He heard many doors opening in the distance and footsteps towards him, as well as yelling.***

Voice: HEY! THERE'S AN INTRUDER!

Izaak: \*Oh shit!\* ***He ran down one of the tunnels through the hallways and looked around. Two men came out of a door in his path and held their hands out to stop him, as their hands became stone-like. Their hands exploded, shooting out sharp rock shrapnels at Izaak's direction so he held his arms up to block with PK but carried on running at them despite some shards piercing his thighs and stomach. When he reached them he jumped slightly and raised his knee, hitting it into one's chest which caused an explosive PK blast that distorted the air and threw the other man into the wall, denting it and blasting the first man back. Izaak carried on running after this down the halls.*** \*Those men weren't-\* Fuck! ***He winced realising that stone shrapnel was stuck in his stomach. He ripped it out, blood around his fingers and dripping to the floor as he continued running.*** \*Those guys weren't part of the three kidnappers I fought...\* ***He turned down a different hall and carried on running, the alarm growing louder which hurt his ears. Someone ran at him from behind and flew at him, drop kicking his back and pushing him to the floor face-first. Izaak got up with an angry expression and punched the ground, ripping out a piece of the metal floor then quickly turned around, jumping to his feet. He swung the sharp shard of metal through the air in quick succession like a makeshift knife, but the metahuman was dodging it by hovering in the air and moving back. The metahuman flew at him with a fist raised, but Izaak rolled under them, ending up behind them then quickly turned and grabbed their leg before they flew off, tugging on it and slamming their back onto the metal floor. Izaak approached their face and held the metal shiv to their throat.*** WHERE'S JAMES WESTON?!

Metahuman: I don't know! ***The metahuman quickly flew out from Izaak's grasp and to the wall, kicking off from it and flying at Izaak, punching his face. Izaak's grip loosened on the shiv as it fell, but he used his PK to catch it and throw it at the metahuman, the shiv piercing their back. The metahuman stopped midair to yell at the attack, then Izaak used this to run at them and slam them into the wall. He punched their face several times, blood splattering against the white tunnel wall. The metahuman placed both their legs on Izaak's chest then kicked him to the other side of the tunnel walls, but he ignored this and ran back at them, slamming their back into the wall hard, which caused the shiv to pierce their back and go through their stomach. The metahuman was unable to scream, coughing up blood as they looked down, the shiv having pierced through their body. Izaak pulled them off the wall and threw them to the floor.***

Izaak: DO YOU WANNA DIE?! TELL ME WHERE HE IS! ***Izaak was obviously very angry, and realised this at what he did to the metahuman.***

Metahuman: Okay, okay! You're heading the right way, that way! ***They pointed, their fingers stained with their own blood. Izaak turned but heard more people in the path he was heading. He ran down towards the voices, preparing a ball of soul fire in his hands. The green fire grew stronger as he poured out more of his life force into it, then when he saw the men approach him at a fork he threw the ball at the tunnel they were coming from as it blew up with them. Izaak immediately turned and headed down a different tunnel, assuming James Weston's office was down there. More people were in his way so he held his hands out and blasted soul flames out, lighting up the halls with green. The fire instantly dissipated but left the people themselves on fire, but he ran past them as they screamed.***

Izaak: \*WHERE IS IT?!\* ***He saw a man get out of a door and spot Izaak, the man raising a gun at him. He fired a bullet into Izaak's torso, but Izaak ran at them and grabbed their gun arm, then palm striked their shoulder joint, dislocating it. Izaak looked down and felt his bullet wound bleeding, so he kicked him in the face to knock him out. Izaak took his gun and ran off with it, groaning about his bullet wound.*** \*Okay, calm down, Izaak. Focus.... Which of these doors looks different...?\* ***He ran down the tunnels, blocking out the annoying alarm rattling around his brain. He continued like this down different paths, fighting off various metahumans and guards that came his way for what seemed like over an hour. He was quite tired at this point but didn't want to disappoint the Onryo so he kept going. He saw some metal doors that had signs over them, but he didn't have time to read them as he heard more voices coming from behind, so he quickly ran into the nearest door to hide. It was dark so he lit a flame in his hand to look around, and felt a large machine in front of him so he decided to hide behind that. The staff outside ran past the room but some footsteps stopped and began kicking open doors, so Izaak prepared to jump out and attack. One man kicked open the door to the room Izaak was in, and several of them entered as the lights switched on. It was a fairly compact room with a strange machine in its center that had an outline and restraints that could hold a human being. Izaak jumped out and threw a flurry of soul flames that seeked its targets at the group, as small green flames chased them and lit them on fire. The group of staff turned to him as some screamed and rolled on the floor, but it was obvious who the metahumans were as they cancelled out the fire and ran at Izaak.***

Metahuman: STOP THIS! ***His hand turned into a mechanical hook that swung out at Izaak and embedded itself into his shoulder. The metahuman tugged and tried to pull Izaak, but he resisted and held his ground by pulling back with his shoulder. Another metahuman ran at him so Izaak quickly raised his elbow over the hook's wire and pulled down to snap it and was successful, the hook now stuck in his shoulder. Izaak ripped the hook out and winced then swung it at the incoming metahuman, but they dodged and sweeped his leg, knocking him over. Two more metahumans came and all three began kicking him on the ground, some burning him with acid and some breaking his bones with strength. Izaak was getting increasingly more angry with each hit and had no opportunity to react. He then thought of something, and released streams of soul fire from his body and used his psychokinesis to shape and guide it, creating several tentacles of thick flames that wrapped around the necks of the metahumans and choked them while spreading fire around their bodies. He spread his arms out as the tentacles threw the attackers away, and Izaak's psychokinesis lifted him off the ground and to his feet. He saw himself choking and burning the life out of the metahumans and quickly clenched his fist, dissipating the tentacles.***

Izaak: \*Stupid fucking... I just need Weston, not these fuckers.\* ***Izaak saw as one metahuman tensed up and healed their burns, so Izaak ran to them to unheal them, but was grabbed from behind by another metahuman.***

Metahuman: THE NEGATION MACHIN- ***Izaak slammed his elbow into the metahuman's face then kicked another incoming metahuman in the stomach. Izaak punched the nearest wall and broke a chunk of it off, throwing it at the metahumans to impede their movements. One metahuman aimed a finger and zapped out grey lightning at him which lifted him into the air and pulled him in closer. Izaak shot a ball of soul fire at him which caused them to drop Izaak, but another metahuman lunged at him and tackled him to the floor. Izaak quickly grabbed the unconscious body of a guard and used him as a shield, but the metahuman punched through the guard accidentally, their fist piercing straight through and splattering blood on Izaak's face.***

Izaak: \*Crap, sorry! Ugh, idiot! He has super strength!\* ***Izaak tossed the dead body to the side as the metahuman punched at him again but Izaak grabbed the fist, slowly stopping it, but also reversed the healing of the metahuman, returning their burns to them while Izaak healed some of his important broken bones to compensate. Izaak then readied a fist and punched them square in the face, but with not much effect. The metahuman then grabbed him and lifted him in the air, as another metahuman pressed a switch on the wall, making the large machine turn on and its restraints open up.***

Metahuman: ***He threw Izaak at the machine, his body falling into the restraints as they wrapped around his hands and legs and held him tightly.*** ACTIVATE IT NOW! ***Izaak immediately caught on, and so broke out of his restraints as the machine activated and sparked electricity into the restraints, but Izaak narrowly avoided it. He then quickly grabbed the strong metahuman and threw him into the machine, as it closed on him and electrocuted him, keeping him restrained there.***

Izaak: \*Woah.\* Tell me where Weston is! ***The remaining metahumans didn't answer but ran at him again all at once, annoying Izaak. He tensed his muscles, and sent out a blast of PK that threw them all to the walls, sticking them there. Izaak walked over to each of them then punched them, eventually knocking them all out except the restrained metahuman on the strange machine. Izaak approached their face and saw they looked weak.*** What happened? Where's your strength gone?

Metahuman: Ugh, idiot! This-this is a power negation machine. Didn't you read, it said Negation Room for a reason!

Izaak: Oh so this is that device the Onryo mentioned...

Metahuman: Onryo? What? Just hit me and be done with it.

Izaak: No, I need answers. First, why does Weston have a power negation machine? This shit is expensive as fuck.

Metahuman: Some of our hunts bring back superhumans. You can think of the rest yourself, genius.

Izaak: Oh, right. But, where is his office? James Weston.

Metahuman: I don't know, not from here. I've never been down these paths, I'm from the South.

Izaak: The South? Wait, how many metahumans did he have, I thought it was only Cayden...

Metahuman: What? Boy, you don't know anything about this. I can't believe someone like you is destroying this great business, it's my prime source of income!

Izaak: Income from human trafficking?

Metahuman: Money is money. Get wherever and whenever you can.

Izaak: You're pathetic. I guess I have no more use for you. ***He raised his fist.***

Metahuman: Wait, go easy I haven't got my powers anymore!

Izaak: Oh, sure. ***He grabbed his shirt collar and headbutted him hard, knocking him straight out. Izaak left him in the machine and dropped his hold on the unconscious metahumans as they all fell to the floor. He felt a cold presence as the Onryo formed in front of him.***

Onryo: *Izaak.*

Izaak: Oh, hey... You can appear down here in corporeal form?

Onryo: I haunt this place.

Izaak: Then shouldn't you be really powerful here?

Onryo: Even with all my power there lies even greater strength in these tunnels.

Izaak: Wow, if you can't take these fools you're pretty weak. No offence. ***She didn't answer, just floated ominously.*** Okay... Oh, you haunt these tunnels. Do you know where his office is?

Onryo: It is hard to navigate these tunnels, but based on my memory of when I was alive and at thirteen years of flesh, I ran from his office down to around here, where I was strapped to that strange contraption.

Izaak: \*Thirteen... Tch, that bastard is going to pay hard.\* So can you retrace your steps?

Onryo: Yes, of course. Follow me. ***She floated out of the room, hovering close to the ground with her white dress covering her feet so it appeared she was walking. She glided out the room and down the halls like a lonely ghost as Izaak followed, turning corners with her and meeting several forks. He continued with her for a while, thinking to himself how much she must've had to run as a little girl away from these metahuman kidnappers.***

Onryo: *It is close. Very close. Just around this corner... I feel his presence.*

Izaak: \*Okay...\* Sure. ***He continued following her, heading around the corner as he saw her ghostly figure head towards a large mahogany door, but three figures ran straight through her at Izaak. It was the three kidnappers he fought before.*** You guys again?!

Jace: Yes, us. We're under Cayden, that's our city.

Merrick: You got away last time. Won't happen again.

Garen: He already looks half knocked out. Don't wanna beat up a cripple, ain't no fun.

Izaak: I'm not a fucking- I can fight. And I will tear through you all to get in there.

Jace: In there's a death sentence. Be smart and turn around. It's not worth the trouble.

Izaak: And leave dozens of innocents to die?

Jace: Dozens? Mate, you're not even getting a reward for this dumb vigilante act. Heroes aren't a thing anymore.

Izaak: The legal heroes, that worked for the law enforcement? No, they're no longer around, but there's still heroes everywhere, always has been. And I can't stand around knowing what's going on down here.

Jace: We need this place. We need the money.

Izaak: But you're letting your boss eat people! That's not worth the money!

Jace: How do you- nevermind. We gotta kill him now. Idiot won't just leave.

Izaak: I'm not the idiot here! ***He charged at them as Jace transformed his arm into a rifle and shot many bullets Izaak's way. Izaak used his PK to grab the bullets, then with a flex of his muscle all the bullets flew back outwards and struck the kidnappers. Garen punched the floor and sent a huge amount of red hot energy that burst through the tunnel towards Izaak. He defended by creating a large amount of soul fire to block it, but some energy pushed through and punched him back. Merrick ran at Izaak and whistled, causing dirt and rubble to burst down from the ceiling and hit Izaak with a giant fist of earth, pinning him to the ground. Merrick kept whistling, increasing the pressure on the fist while having dirt surround his arms then rocks attach to them making rock gauntlets form around them. Izaak quickly exerted a large amount of psychokinetic force in combination with his super strength to lift the stone fist off him, but Merrick came over to him and punched his face, forcing Izaak to drop the giant fist as it hit into his chest again. Izaak felt his ribs break inwards as Merrick continued punching him, bruising his face badly.***

Garen: I'm finishing him! ***He ran forward and jumped, punching the ground and creating a thermal explosion that shattered the fist and blasted both Izaak and Merrick away. Merrick got up and yelled at Garen.***

Merrick: Idiot! I could've killed him right there. ***Garen shrugged and Merrick sighed, then turned to Izaak who was burnt and severely hurt. Jace walked over and the three watched him.***

Jace: Sorry about this, kid. It's just business. ***He aims his arm at Izaak, preparing to shoot him. That was when the three were thrown through the air over Izaak and hit the ground. They quickly got up looking around, and examined their bodies as they had deep fingernail scratches on them.*** What the fuck was that? Your power?

Onryo: ***Izaak spotted her as she attacked them.*** *Izaak. I'll deal with these fools. Enter Weston's office, confront that murderer.*

Izaak: I don't need your help, spectre!

Jace: What? ***Izaak got up from his knees and ran at the three, slashing his arm through the air and knocking them over, but Izaak fell onto one leg due to his injuries. Izaak then clenched his fist as he lifted up several shards of the broken metal tiles and shot them at Jace, stabbing into his shoulder. Izaak ran to him and landed on him, tugging on his prosthetic arm and then tore it off. Izaak then viscously beat Jace with his own arm, as Jace tried to block with his other bionic arm. Izaak then turned to Garen and Merrick as they were standing up, then he released the coldness of the Spectral Plane from his cells at them to freeze their skin and stun them. Izaak turned back to Jace and continued hitting him, but Jace created an energy shield around his arm to block. Jace swung the shield and hit the arm out of Izaak's hands, then smacked the shield into Izaak. Jace jumped to his feet and punched Izaak across the face with his remaining arm then slammed his knee into Izaak's stomach.*** You have more powers than us. How are you so weak? This is seriously pathetic. You could be using those powers to actually do something with your life. ***He regrew his right arm, as it formed from wires that spurt out from his arm socket then metal that ran over it in liquid form and shaped his new arm. He clenched his fist a few times then did a series of quick jabs at Izaak, moving forward as Izaak was stepping back from the impacts, blood spurting out from his mouth.***

Izaak: I am doing something! ***Izaak grabbed Jace's body, unhealing his arm and healing his own wounds then tossed him to the side against the wall, then ran straight at Merrick and Garen. Garen quickly punched at Izaak with a glowing red fist, but Izaak caught the punch with soul fire surrounding his palm. Izaak and Garen clashed their powers but Izaak overwhelmed Garen and burnt his hand then his arm, setting him on fire. Izaak kicked him to the floor as he screamed from the excruciating pain, then turned to Merrick. Merrick had a stone bat in his hand and swung at Izaak, who shattered it with his forearm via a block, then grabbed Merrick's throat and squeezed it, digging into his flesh with his fingers. Izaak tore out Merrick's throat, then jabbed him in the stomach so hard his fist punched through his intestines. Merrick hit the ground quicker than Garen's screams had stopped, they were both dead. Izaak looked back at Jace, his face was enraged, and saw as Jace had grabbed his torn off arm and reattached it in place instead of healing up again.***

Jace: I caught on, you're reversing my automatic regeneratio- ***He saw the dead bodies of his partners, and was shocked, then looked up at Izaak, his face blank. He walked over as Izaak ran at him, but Jace just smacked him to the side. Jace approached his friends' corpses and kneeled down, touching the floor and shutting his eyes.***

Izaak: ***He got off from the floor and looked at Jace.*** What are you doing?! We're not done! ***He ran at Jace and stopped before reaching him, stomping the floor as PK shot up at Jace, throwing him to the ground. Jace quickly got up and jumped at Izaak, forming a blade on his arm and stabbing him in the torso. Izaak then grabbed Jace's shirt and pulled him in for a headbutt, Jace was dazed by this.***

Jace: Ugh... You asshole...you fucking asshole... Those were my friends... I knew them for years, worked alongside them...

Izaak: Friends? Psychopaths like you don't have true friends, you'd probably betray them for some easy money.

Jace: It wasn't like that! ***Jace used his other arm and generated a gun which aimed a red dot at Izaak's eye, but Izaak quickly reacted by locking Jace's arm with his own and holding the gun down at the floor. Izaak then used his left hand and grabbed Jace's face, sending soul flames through his palm and burning it as he heard Jace scream through it. He then leaned forward and slammed Jace's head into the ground, denting it as Jace's screams stopped, and Izaak removed his hand to see Jace's burnt face. Izaak grabbed Jace's blade that was still embedded in his chest and removed it slowly, then turned around to walk to Weston's office door in front of him.***

Izaak: \*That... That was too far wasn't it? Were those really his friends? Did I just kill his friends then kill him when he was mourning?! What the fuck, does that make me a fucking criminal? Shit...shit shit shit... No, Izaak, think of this later... We got a serial killer cannibal to stop. Ugh I'm such an asshole...\* ***Izaak hit the wall hard, ripping into the metal as his hand bled. He then approached Weston's mahogany door, as the Onryo manifested beside him.***

Onryo: Izaak. This is it. He's in there. Confront him. Kill him. Not for me but for all the innocent people he consumed in his greed.

Izaak: I will. After that I'm coming for that reward power.

Onryo: And one more thing, can I, when you kill him, possess your body? So I can experience it.

Izaak: Uh, sure. It won't be a full possession, I'm too powerful for that, you'll just be feeling what I feel and be in my mind. I'll allow that, if it helps you find peace.

Onryo: Thank you. Then I will stop having to haunt this place and finally move on...

Izaak: \*Hopefully.\* Alright, I'm going in. ***He grabbed the door handle and opened the door, heading inside as the door closed behind him. Inside, the alarm couldn't be heard as loudly, with only a flashing light in the corner of the room to alert. The room was a large office, filled with artifacts and souvenirs, trophies and expensive objects, and the song Country Roads was playing on loop. It looked cosy and comfortable, with carpet and heating fitted in, and finely crafted furniture including a large desk and a chair behind it at the end of the room opposite Izaak at the door. Above the desk mounted on the wall was the skull of a cow, and it reminded Izaak of the Jersey Devil. Sitting in the leather chair was a slightly overweight man in a light brown blazer and formal wear, wearing a large cowboy, holding pockets of cash and around his wrist an expensive golden watch. The man was in his fifties likely, due to his grey hairs and thin beard grabbing on to his slightly wrinkled and layered chin. The man was picking food out of his teeth, a plate of bones with some meat on his desk.*** Wha...

Man: Hey! Who are you, what are you doing in here? Are you the intruder? ***His voice was deep and strong.***

Izaak: Are you James Weston?

Man: Of course. Founder of West Virginia, fast food chain named after the wonderful place that birthed me!

Izaak: Yeah I know, I work there.

James: Really? Come for a raise? ***He chuckled, his beard flopping up and down.***

Izaak: Actually I've come to kill you.

James: ***His laughter stopped with a frozen smile.*** Um... Kill me?

Izaak: Yes. I see your human trafficking scheme, your metahuman kidnappers you sent out, and I know you've been eating people down here!

James: Well... How did you find out? I had specific precautions in place-

Izaak: I'm powered, too...

James: Ah. Well aren't you interested why? A multi-millionaire businessman is hiding underground and eating people.

Izaak: Actually I'd rather just kill you.

James: Someone sent you here, didn't they?

Izaak: No, I came here because you're a psycho that needs to be stopped. No one told me to kill you.

James: So you're a vigilante? Look kid those superheroes, when they were around, they couldn't find me. Some of them worked for me! And if ever someone got too close to finding, bad things happened to them. You think it's just those metas out there you have to go through? I'm their last obstacle.

Izaak: You're just an old man. What can you possibly do?

James: Not just a man. Not anymore.

Izaak: Then what are you? Other than a sick cannibal. A metahuman as well?

James: I'm no cannibal. Not in the immoral sense. It's in my nature to eat people. In fact, what I am, is a wendigo.

Izaak: A wendigo? What's that?

James: They're a greedy bunch of godforsaken creatures. Though they're not born. They're made. Men who seek human flesh in desperation for survival often become one.

Izaak: Survival? When does eating people help you survive?!

James: ***He sighed.*** Summer of 66. That's 1966 for you. I was a mine worker back in West Virginia, my home and heart. On top of all the bad shit us men were put through in our demanding yet underpaying job, we were caved in one night. Apparently we were digging for some rare metals, and since we dug too deep and we weren't exactly registered, we weren't technically missing. In other words, no one could officially and legally come for us without the whole secret mining operation being blown. We were trapped digging our way out for days, weeks, but it was hopeless.

Izaak: Can you get to the point?

James: Don't interrupt me! Anyway, I was trapped down there for a while. Some of us were even more lost trying to find a new path out. Split off from the group. I remember, it was me and two others. Their names...ah, can't remember. Johnson something, the other a Mexican I think. Anyway, we couldn't eat because no food, water was nearly gone but we had whiskey we snuck down there. We couldn't survive, but I was sure we were close to getting out. Just needed the food. Out of desperation, I suggested to Johnson we kill and eat the Mexican, to help us get through. He didn't react well, so instead I *bang*. ***He made a swinging motion with his hand.*** Cleaved his head in with a pickaxe. The Mexican saw, he wasn't happy, and so I killed him too. I was much for fit back then, so much younger, so determined to survive. I ate both their bodies before they even decided to rot. It was a long week ahead. I eventually made it out, but I was changed. My body had deteriorated, and I became this... Thing. A wendigo, they called it. To stop becoming that beast and keep my sanity I had to eat people, regular food no longer satisfied me. Turned out wendigos don't die so quickly, I aged very slowly. Throughout the centuries after that, I became richer, stronger, greedier... I needed more people to satisfy myself, it's in my nature, I have to do it to not become a disgusting monster. You really don't understand, these people are just a small sacrifice.

Izaak: Sacrificing many people for one man's greed. That's not worth it. That's nowhere near even. Do you even do any good with this prolonged life of yours?!

James: Yes! I do! I donate to charities as much as I can. I can't do any good with this money, so I hand it out as much as I can.

Izaak: But you're still killing many people! That doesn't make up for murder!

James: Once a week from Cayden! That's all it takes! One human to stop me becoming a raging unstoppable monster that kills too much. That is something.

Izaak: No, no, I saw the Cayden kidnappers. But I also saw many other metahumans. Why would you need so many just for one person per week? Only those three were from Cayden. Another was from a different city he told me, you, you're taking once a week from multiple cities!

James: Okay, fine! It's more like once per day. But that's just my nature!

Izaak: Do you- do you need one per day?

James: Not really, they're just extra. But that's what I'm saying, it's this damned beast inside me that's forcing me to eat more than my fill! Look around me, yes I'm a greedy man, but this is all on the Wendigo!

Izaak: Then I have to sacrifice the Wendigo then, to save the many.

James: No, bad idea. It is unstoppable, powerful, supernatural.

Izaak: So am I.

James: Look kid, what do you want, money? I'm rich, stacked even! I can give you anything, what shall we say, two million? That's more than I'm paying each metahuman.

Izaak: I-I don't want that money. I can't ignore this murder.

James: Ugh, if only you saw things from my end you'd understand.

Izaak: Understand what? That human meat is oh so tasty it's worth killing thousands?

James: That's right, son. ***He picked up one of the bones from his plate and bit off a chunk of meat from it and smiled as he chewed.*** It's the darkest gift from Heaven.

Izaak: ***Izaak was trying not to lose himself in his anger.*** You've been hiding beneath Cayden this whole time... How hasn't the authorities noticed the missing people?

James: I have many tunnels I use as my home around America. And I always hire one technological metahuman within my groups of kidnappers. I have them erase the snacks off the records, their GPS records included. They never walked these streets, they never existed, no one will notice they're missing. Just like me back then as a mine worker.

Izaak: But they will still be missed. You can't just kill people for food and justify it. And what about West Virginia, the restaurant. Why start that?

James: For nostalgia. For fun. For money. Quite obvious.

Izaak: And what about the food you serve? Is that human meat too?

James: No, the humans are for me to eat only. Well, the left overs may be cooked within the meat at times. But don't worry, no greed, no wendigo transformation.

Izaak: You're feeding people human meat?! What the fuck?!

James: Calm down, it's not that big of a deal. No one noticed. Modern day technology ensures that.

Izaak: You... Fucker! I will kill you, and not for me, but for everyone you killed! You even murdered a thirteen year old girl!

James: Oh the metahuman girl? That was decades ago. How do you know about that? Doesn't matter. By the way she was delicious. ***Weston smiled as Izaak clenched his fists and ran towards him, slamming his fist into his desk and shattering it, while throwing Weston back into the wall and hitting the mounted cow skull. Weston fell to the ground on his knees and he looked up at Izaak groaning.***

Izaak: You won't walk out of these tunnels alive...

James: Oh you fucked up...fucked up big kid. I will fucking eat you alive...

Izaak: I'm not scared.

James: Of me? No, but of the Wendigo? You should be fucking terrified. ***Weston curled up and strained himself, his flesh was bulging and his skin turning blue-grey. His arms became longer and much skinnier, longer than his body, and his clothes ripped as hair grew covering every inch of his skin. He grew taller, reaching the roof, almost twice the height of Izaak. His fingers turned longer and sharp, and his body became slender and tall. He was screaming, as he grabbed his own face and ripped it off. His skull was mutated and grew larger, resembling a horned cow skull like that of the Jersey Devil. The Wendigo was curled up on the floor breathing heavily, its breathing sounding like it was wearing a mask.***

Izaak: What...the...fuck. ***Izaak watched as the Wendigo quickly dashed at him in a blur that Izaak wasn't fast enough to see. Izaak ended up with a deep scratch on his chest that cut through his shirt. Izaak looked down at the blood leaking onto the ground, then took some steps back from the force.*** \*What?!\* ***He looked up as he saw the Wendigo swing its long arm and slam Izaak through the air, breaking through the mahogany door and out into the tunnels again. Izaak looked up and saw the Onryo as he lay there with broken bones in a puddle of blood.***

Onryo: Izaak! Did you kill him?!

Izaak: What do you think?! He turned into some monster shit! ***Izaak scrambled to his feet as the Wendigo ran out of the room in quick movements, stopping every few steps to look at Izaak then continue dashing like a blur. Izaak ran away as it chased him, running across the walls and crawling on the ceiling, easily catching up to him. Izaak grabbed the body of Jace and threw it back at the Wendigo who stopped its arm on Jace's body and ran over him.*** Not hungry? Shit. ***He ran as fast as he could, faster than a normal human, but the Wendigo was still catching up. Izaak was turning as many corners as he could but they didn't seem to hinder the speed of the Wendigo. Izaak unleashed a large amount of PK energy, more than he could currently handle, to crush the tunnel and have it cave in behind him. This gave him some time to run ahead but the Wendigo broke through it and could smell where he ran.*** ONRYO! WHERE'S THE EXIT?!

Onryo: ***It appeared flying beside him.*** You're escaping?! That wasn't the deal!

Izaak: No! I'm bringing the fight to the street, I need more space!

Onryo: Fine!

Izaak: Can you also distract him?

Onryo: Okay! ***The Onryo had a white wispy gas appear in front of Izaak leading to the exit, as she dashed at the Wendigo and flew around its head, creating scratch marks over its body. Izaak found the exit elevator and entered it, using PK to force it to raise up. He saw the Wendigo in the distance running at him as the elevator moved up. He moved it fast enough to avoid the Wendigo but it began climbing up the elevator shaft to chase him. It grabbed onto the elevator so Izaak climbed up on top of the elevator. The Wendigo pulled the elevator down crashing towards the ground but Izaak quickly jumped onto the wall and stuck to it, seeing the Wendigo climbing at him. Izaak ran up the side of the wall and heading straight up the elevator shaft to reach ground level. Izaak used his PK to open the concrete trap door at the top of the shaft then reached it and jumped through it, backflipping outside and onto the solid ground above the tunnels. Izaak let go of the trap door and the concrete slammed shut.***

Izaak: Phew... That should hold him. ***The ground shook as the Wendigo's arms suddenly broke through the concrete, it lifting its body out of the ground with the reinforced concrete shattering like glass.*** HOW THE FUCK?! ***The Wendigo roared at Izaak then punched him in the chest, throwing him back against the wall of the West Virginia restaurant. Izaak fell through it and landed inside the kitchen of the building. The Wendigo followed in but Izaak quickly jumped to his feet and pushed his hand forward, blasting the Wendigo back. The sun had risen at this point, and Izaak looked around the kitchen.*** \*Okay something I can use...\* ***He saw the heavy machinery that cooked the food from scratch around him, and decided to do what Lynsey did to Jace earlier. Izaak waited until the Wendigo ran back inside then he used his PK to trap the Wendigo between two machines. The Wendigo used its long arms to reach out and scratch Izaak, then break its way out the machines.*** \*Fuck... I need to increase my Macabre.\* ***Izaak held his blood then used his spare hand to cave the ceiling down on the Wendigo, but this didn't phase it. Izaak then kicked a metal piece of rubble and used his PK to make it spin rapidly and cut through the hip of the Wendigo, but to Izaak's surprise it healed quite fast. Izaak then decided to run out the kitchen as the Wendigo broke through the wall and started to chase him. Izaak threw chairs and tables at the Wendigo and used PK to make them stick to its body when it tried to smack them away, and eventually they objects overwhelmed it and it was unable to move freely as every inch of it was attached to a chair or table.*** \*Okay Izaak, think, think! Fuck these wounds hurt... Ugh, how do I combat that fast healing? Constant injury? What inflicts constant injury....fire! Not soul fire, I need to raise my Macabre, oh I'll use the cookers!\*

***Izaak ran off into the kitchen again and began tinkering with the machines. He switched them all on and broke some, doing all he could. He spilt oil everywhere on the floors and saw the Wendigo about to free itself from the objects. Izaak quickly ran out the building and used his PK to break a machine and explode it, which ignited the oils and the rest of the machines. Izaak heard the Wendigo screech before a large explosion occured, breaking through the walls of West Virginia and demolishing the entire restaurant in a large explosion. Izaak was a safe distance away, and heard the Wendigo screeching inside. He then heard footsteps run beside him, it was Lynsey.***

Lynsey: Izaak, what the fuck?!

Izaak: Oh, Lynsey? A little early to be out, huh?

Lynsey: I was raised to start the day early. But what the fuck?! What happened to the shop?!

Izaak: Ah, there's a monster inside there, had to blow it up.

Lynsey: I swear if you saw some fucking spider-

Izaak: What, no, an actual monster! It was behind the kidnappings.

Lynsey: But why did you blow up the restaurant?!

Izaak: To kill it. It could heal.

Lynsey: Oh this is exactly why you metahumans had to be regulated. Look at this shit! Now I'm out of a job.

Izaak: Sorry- ***He heard a demonic scream, that of the Wendigo, as it crawled out of the flaming rubble, its skin burnt heavily and face mangled. It crawled helplessly towards Izaak and held out its claw.***

Lynsey: What...the...fuck...is that?

Izaak: The monster. A wendigo or something.

Lynsey: I'm calling the police-

Izaak: No! I got it, look it's almost dead already! ***Izaak slapped the Wendigo's arm away then grabbed its throat but it was too hot. Izaak then kicked it to the floor. The Wendigo cried, but its arm suddenly healed back to non-charred flesh and it smacked Izaak, which sent him flying into the opposite building. The Wendigo screeched and ran off as it heard sirens, into the distance between alleyways and out of sight. Izaak came running back to Lynsey, using PK to hold his broken bones.*** WHERE'D IT GO?!

Lynsey: It ran off over there! Somewhere.

Izaak: Fuck, I can't let it escape! ***Izaak ran to a building and ran up the side of it, landing on the roof and scouting the city. Lynsey walked around the side of the burning restaurant and saw the broken trap door and sighed. Izaak took out his phone and dialed his friends' group chat number, sending them an urgent voice message.*** *GUYS! EMERGENCY, POWERFUL MONSTER ESCAPED INTO THE STREETS! IT REGENERATES QUICKLY AND HAS CRAZY STRENGTH! I LOST IT, BUT IT COULD BE KILLING CIVILIANS ANY SECOND!* ***Izaak yelled, ending the message. It seemed most of his friends were asleep, but he hoped one would at least arrive.***

***The roar of a motorcycle engine echoed through the streets as Kurenai, being the only Legacy who was active at this time of the day, responded to Izaak's call. As the bike's engine caught the attention of the Wendigo, Kurenai held out his demonic arm and sent its phantom counterpart flying forward to punch the monster into the ground before uppercutting it into the air. With the monster in the air, Kurenai then punched the ground below him, sending him and the bike flying into the air as he flew at the Wendigo and guided the bike so that it smashed into its face. Still in the air, Kurenai summoned his Katana and slashed multiple times in a circle, using his momentum to fling them both higher into the air before sheathing his blade and switching to Ifrit. He slammed the burning sword into the Wendigo straight into the ground before jumping back and skidding a halt next to Izaak.***

Kurenai: Got your call. This thing's soul smells absolutely disgusting, dude. Smells like a demon's soul... Or, at least, smells as rotten as one. ***He swung his sword around before resting it on his shoulder as he watched the Wendigo get up weakly.***

Izaak: I'd definitely describe this mosnster as a demon. He eats people. It's sick. I'll explain later. ***A police car turned up, and upon seeing the damaged Wendigo they pulled out their guns.*** No, stay away officers! ***Izaak jumped down in between them.*** Stay away, it's dangerous!

Officer: Out of the way, vigilante! I won't hesitate to arrest you too!

Izaak: Just stay away from this thing, it could kill you! ***Suddenly the Wendigo grabbed him and pulled him close, scratching into him. Izaak turned and slammed his elbow into its head, then used PK to pin it to the floor. Izaak then stomped its head it, but the cop was scared and shot his gun, as it hit the Wendigo.*** Woah! Stop shooting! ***Izaak sent a purple signal out and scanned the gun, having a silhouette copy form in his hand as an echo. Izaak aimed the echo gun at the Wendigo.***

Officer: Hey, drop the gun!

Izaak: Dude just- ***The Wendigo angrily ripped out from its bounds and knocked Izaak away. It ran to the officers then ripped then apart, eating them raw before they could even scream.*** Fuck! Krim! ***Izaak shot several bullets at the Wendigo but they healed instantly. It then ran at him with its claws raised.*** Shit!

Kurenai: Lemme try! ***He sheathed his sword on his back and summoned his pistols, blasting the Wendigo with hell-fire. While the Wendigo did screech out in agony, the wounds healed up anyway.*** Dammit... ***The shots had attracted the Wendigo's attention, diverting its attack from Izaak to Krim. It swiped its claws and slashed apart his shirt and into his chest.*** Ow, FUCK. ***He summoned his phantom arm and punched the Wendigo into the ground, ripping out its claw before jumping up and elbow-dropping onto it with his phantom arm to deal more damage. Following that, he grabbed the dazed Wendigo and began spinning it around before slamming it into the ground once more, jumping into the air and plunging his Ifrit sword into it. He then slashed upwards and let the momentum of his sword flick blood off the blade before sheathing it again and breathing heavily.*** All we need to do is keep this fucker away from people to eat, right? It healed up after it ate the cops, and since it's a Wendigo... eating restores its body...

Izaak: Yeah, I noticed that. But the day is starting soon, people are coming out their apartments to go to work. Gonna be hard to manage that. ***Izaak walked over to a lamppost, ripping it off the ground. He then used it as a lance and stabbed it into the Wendigo, then slashed it with it to throw it back, breaking the lamppost as he did then dropping it.*** Any ideas?

Kurenai: Only thing I can think of is either kill it completely, or isolate it so we can weaken it. If it's near-dead, I might be able to absorb its soul and weaponize it... ***He closed his eyes and took a deep breath before summoning his phantom arm. This time, his upper torso began to glow a faint red as the arm expanded to create a demon's upper torso. When Kurenai spoke, his voice echoed with an deep, demonic voice.** A dragon's heart, sacrificed to the depths of hell... this is thy reward... Awaken to your inner demon, embrace your heritage, and eviscerate the enemy!*

***Copying Kurenai's movements, the phantom demon dashed forward in tandem as the Wendigo charged back at them. When Kurenai reached to unsheathe his Katana, so did this phantom, drawing a spectral blade from the sheath embedded in its arm. They slashed upward, cutting into the Wendigo twice as Kurenai exhausted demonic energy to boost them all into the air. Now mid-air, Kurenai began slashing at the monster rapidly, unleashing a flurry of strikes too fast to be seen. These attacks were doubled as a result of the phantom demon mimicking Kurenai, which ended when Kurenai slashed downwards to bring them back to ground-level. Instead of slashing downwards with him, the phantom inverted its grip on its katana, plunging the blade into the Wendigo's chest as they slammed into the ground and created a cloud of dust. A sudden gust of wind cleared the dust almost immediately, a result of Kurenai swinging his blade with enough force to generate the draft. The phantom faded back into Kurenai as he sheathed his blade.***

Kurenai: Too... much... energy... ***He stumbled around, panting heavily, as the Wendigo slapped him away and into another building. He spoke without another voice echoing what he said, squinting and gritting his teeth as he removed himself from the rubble.*** Energy... power... need to... take... ***A faint golden aura appeared around his body, rejuvenating him enough to allow him to move without hindrance and restoring enough stamina to let him continue fighting.*** Izaak...! Keep it down and beat the shit out of it! I'll try and keep civilians clear of the area so it can't feed to heal!

Izaak: On it! ***Izaak used his psychokinesis to call some of the charred rubble from the restaurant explosion to him, creating a ball of it and rolling it at the Wendigo. It smothered the beast in rubble, but the Wendigo broke out, charging fast at Izaak. Izaak's Macabre was higher now, so he cocked his fist back and punched the Wendigo in the chest, sending it flying 20 metres away. One of the Wendigo's claws was stuck in his arm, and so he pulled it out with a cry of pain. Izaak then suddenly vomitted, a grey jell leaking out, Ectoplasm. Izaak grabbed a handful of the goo and stuffed it in his wounds, repeating this for each wound.*** Uh...that should heal it... eventually. ***He then noticed as the Wendigo ran back at him, reaching him in a second and it punched him in the gut, throwing him back. Izaak quickly got back up, summoning a truck that he threw psychokinetically at the Wendigo but the monster ducked under it. Izaak then shivered and summoned the cold air from the Spectral Plane, sending the chilling winds at the Wendigo which froze it in place. Izaak then punched it, shattering its limbs. Izaak used this opportunity and mustered up a strong punch, enhanced by his PK, and punched towards the Wendigo's head. The Wendigo, however, broke out of the ice and grabbed Izaak's arm, redirecting it at the floor. Izaak's fist hit the ground and caused a shockwave to erupt it, moving then hitting the base of a nearby tall building. The building's structure collapsed and it began tipping over, but Izaak quickly ran to it and held the side, using his PK to stop it from falling, but it was slowly still descending. Izaak was clearly struggling, his eyes closed tightly as his face turned red. The Wendigo was badly injured and ran off in the diversion, out of sight of both Krim and Izaak via its super speed.***

Kurenai: Fuck, it got away...! ***Kurenai tried to manifest the phantom demon again, but nothing happened. Not even the phantom arm.*** Shit! I used all my energy! ***He focused on the building that was falling over, summoning Spectral Blades that glowed gold and throwing them at the building, allowing him to teleport towards it. He impaled a few of them into the building's surface and began looking around.*** No choice... ***He sent another Spectral Blade towards Izaak, having it land next to him to broadcast his voice.** Izaak, I don't see any other ways out of this. We gotta break the building up into chunks and set it down gently. Think you can handle it?*

Izaak: Aaa....FUCK! I don't know! ***He was hardly able to speak from holding the building.*** It's an office building, not many inside I guess! Sure... Lemme just... Ugh. ***The building started to crack as he loosened some of the PK energy and focused it more on the building's centre rather than balance out the energy. The building was still falling but still cracking under its own weight.*** Dude I can't hold it longer...!

Kurenai: Sorry people, you're not going to work today! ***Kurenai focused on cutting the building into segments, channeling gold energy into his Katana before time seemed to slow down for him. He closed his eyes, then reopened them, seeing everything in black and white, with gold cracks showing where to cut. Drawing his blade, he slashed at the cracks lightning-fast, cutting the building into pieces that would cause the least amount of damage to the building as well as reduce the strain put on Izaak. The moment he clicked the blade into its sheath, time returned to its normal flow as the building cleanly split and slid downwards onto the ground with minimal damage.*** Nailed it...

Izaak: ***He sighed out after being relieved of the weight of the building.*** Ah, good work bro. Didn't know you could do that stuff. Damn though, that Wendigo is free... I infiltrated its base already so it can't retreat there. It's gotta stay above ground. ***His phone started ringing so he took out a flat piece of glass from his pocket, which showed holograms of an interface. He answered the incoming call and it was Lynsey.***

Lynsey: *Uh Izaak. I didn't know who else to call, but that monster you're fighting just ran down between fifth and sixth.*

Izaak: *How do you know?*

Lynsey: *I checked the media network, looked for keywords and found that the monster passed through there. It's heading south now by the looks of what people are filming. CCTV footage confirms that.*

Izaak: *When did you get access to CCTV footage of the city?*

Lynsey: *Not important. Hurry, that thing just attacked four civilians. Police forces aren't working effectively.*

Izaak: *Okay. Thanks.*

Lynsey: *Whatever. Better get there before shit gets FUBAR.*

Izaak: *Got it. I think.* ***He hung up.*** Well, we found the Wendigo. Let's hurry.

Kurenai: Bike should be here somewhere. ***He found his bike on the sidewalk, miraculously still functioning.*** C'mon, let's get after it. ***Izaak got on and they ended up on the street where the monster passed through and heard it ripping around in a nearby intersection so they passed there. They saw the Wendigo eating two people it pulled out from a bus that was tipped over as the rest cried for help.***

Izaak: There it is!

Kurenai: Can't bike-punch it again... ***He got out one of his pistols, summoning golden blades and launching them in tandem with hell-fire bullets at the Wendigo to knock it away from the bus. Even while driving by it, he continued to launch projectiles into its face, pulling up to it for Izaak to jump off and attack.*** Jump for it!

***Izaak instantly jumped off near the Wendigo and squared up to it.***

Izaak: Alright asshole, you've had enough! ***Seeing the flesh drop from the demon's mouth enraged him, and he ran at it and tackled it to the floor, punching its face several times. The skull cracked a bit, but it bit Izaak's arm and crunched hard. Izaak released cold air inside the Wendigo skull to freeze it, then broke his arm out. The Wendigo's long arms flailed around and sliced his leg, causing him to wince.*** Ah! Fuck you, fuck you fuck you fuck you! ***Izaak grabbed the Wendigo's arm and tore it off then began beating it with its own arm. Izaak's skin was getting paler and his face and body skinnier, he looked more skeletal than before, a result of his higher Macabre level. The Wendigo jumped to its feet and grabbed the bus with its remaining arm, and swung it throwing it at Izaak and also hitting Krim, launching them into a building. Meanwhile the Wendigo healed and regrew an arm.***

Kurenai: Fuck! ***He pushed himself out of the rubble before helping Izaak out.*** Uh, Izaak. You don't look so good. A lot more... bony. ***He tried to focus on the Wendigo, hoping to get that black-and-white vision again. It didn't appear again, so he sighed.*** Dammit. I can't get that super concentration... But seriously, you look like a skeleton. You think you can fix that somehow?

Izaak: Ah, fuck. Yeah, that happens when I use my ghostly powers too much. Helps me get way stronger, but it fucks me up. It'll go back to normal, I can fix it. But for now we gotta find an alternative way to kill it. I can reverse healing, but if it keeps eating there's no point. Gotta pin it down. Maybe on top of a building? Somewhere else?

Kurenai: Top of a building might put other people in harm's way. The building it broken down is too far for us to use again... We're running low on options, and I don't have enough demon energy to do anything super effective... ***He tried to summon the phantom arm again, this time producing a barely-visible silhouette.*** That bus might not be enough, but we can't risk destroying any more buildings... I guess that bus is our best bet. Try and keep it distracted, I'll try to conjure up some larger blades to keep it pinned. ***Kurenai slit his wrist and began drawing demonic runes on his arms with his own blood, creating a demonic magic ritual to empower himself further.***

Izaak: Okay! ***He ran towards the Wendigo as it screeched at him, dashing at him as well. Izaak instead halted and stomped the ground, blasting bits of concrete out and using PK to splash the shards into the Wendigo to stop it. He then grabbed onto the Wendigo and grabbed a concrete shard, stabbing it into the Wendigo several times to create more wounds which the Wendigo constantly healed. Izaak was touching the Wendigo and so reversed its healing and healed himself instead, returning the stab wounds to the Wendigo as it screeched in pain. Izaak then sweeped its legs, and its lanky body collapsed to the floor. Izaak used his PK to hold it down temporarily, moving out the way for Kurenai's bloodthirsty blades.***

Kurenai: *May the brimstone condemn you to an eternity of suffering. May the flames purge your soul of any and all pleasures. May my blades imprison you beyond your own strength. **Kurenai chanted in an unholy voice, his eyes completely black as he held out both arms towards the Wendigo. Right above it, giant, bloody blades began forming in the air. When Kurenai flung his arms downwards, the blades fell and impaled the Wendigo before shaping into chains and cuffs that bound it to the ground by its limbs and torso.*** Right, that's that. I'M COMIN FOR DAT A- SOUL, BITCH. ***He launched a golden blade and teleported to the Wendigo before holding his demon arm into the Wendigo's eyes. He then proceeded to jab two of his fingers into its eyes before concentrating on its soul, reaching deep into a pitch-black void towards a rotten, beating heart corrupted by centuries of cannibalism and suffering.***

Izaak: ***He saw as the Wendigo began screeching loudly, fighting for its survival. It began breaking out of its bounds, and only jumped to bite Krim's head off. Izaak quickly dashed forward, behind the Wendigo and grabbed its head, holding it in a headlock and keeping it still.*** DO IT! ***Izaak was squeezing the Wendigo's neck, breaking into its bones just to hold it in his grasp. Izaak felt as the Onryo entered his mind, wanting to experience killing the Wendigo. Krim then ripped out the Wendigo's soul from its chest, followed by screeches of hunger and desperation, as the Wendigo's body stopped fighting, limping in Izaak's arms.*** Finally... \*There. Your revenge. Enjoyed it?\*

Onryo: *Yes...thank you very much. I hope that bastard's soul stays trapped in torment forever.*

Izaak: \*It will. He's going to Hell.\*

Onryo: *Good. Now, your reward. Enter the Spectral Plane and I'll teach you it.*

Izaak: \*Um, later. Need to cool off for a bit.\* ***Izaak then ripped off the Wendigo's skull head and dropped it to the floor, stepping on it then applying force which crushed it. He then watched Krim to see what he did with the soul.***

Kurenai: *Cease thy resistance and give in! Your body is no more, and your soul is weakened... GIVE IN!! **Kurenai held out both his arms and crushed the soul, creating a flash of light. When it died down, Kurenai had a set of claws over his hands resembling the Wendigo's appearance.*** Huh, claws. Creepy. ***He waved the claws around and performed a brief combo of slashes and punches with them to test the weapons out.*** Fast and light... I'm guessing most of the power will be coming from me, since these seem pretty lightweight... Not bad. ***The claws then disappeared in a less blinding flash, absorbed into his demon arm.*** All done here.

Izaak: Great...Thanks for helping bro. Sucks that some people still died. We must do better next time. Anyway, I'm gonna go catch up with Lynsey, apologise for blowing up the restaurant and everything... ***He said goodbye to Kurenai and walked off. He found Lynsey at the sight of the destroyed West Virginia, which was being tended to by firefighters and investigating authorities. He approached her as she was watching the aftermath of the charred rubble, and stood beside her watching too.***

Lynsey: There goes my day job.

Izaak: Yeah...sorry about that.

Lynsey: What was that thing...

Izaak: A wendigo. Googled it on the way here. Some folkloric demon or something.

Lynsey: Yeah but what do I tell the police and journalists when they come questioning me?

Izaak: Probably just a mutant metahuman I guess. That was the founder of this, by the way.

Lynsey: That thing was James Weston? I knew he was old but sheesh. Didn't expect him to look like that.

Izaak: Yeah...he was underground hiding the whole time. He used those kidnappers to hunt people so he could...eat them.

Lynsey: Wow.

Izaak: Yeah...became that monster because of it. It's a weird story.

Lynsey: And he's gone now?

Izaak: Yeah. My friend and I killed him.

Lynsey: So do I tell them who it was or...?

Izaak: Depends how crazy you wanna sound. Oh also, some of the leftover human meat was used in the food...

Lynsey: What?! Oh thank fuck I didn't eat any of that junk.

Izaak: Yeah it's pretty fucked.

Lynsey: Then this whole shit hole chain is getting shut down.

Izaak: That'll be one hell of a news story. Oh, by the way, I was thinking. You called me back there and found out where the Wendigo ran off to.

Lynsey: Yes. And?

Izaak: How did you get CCTV access? Unless you're also the manager of the city.

Lynsey: My parents had a military background. Learnt some useful HUMINT and other surveillance and espionage skills. That includes military hacking.

Izaak: You hacked into the city's CCTV?!

Lynsey: And helped find your enemy.

Izaak: Ah, well I guess that's okay then. Pretty useless too. A lot more people would've died if I hadn't gotten your call.

Lynsey: Sure.

Izaak: Hm, I'm thinking. You helped me do my hero work, and ended up saving people because of it. You think you could do that again?

Lynsey: What?

Izaak: You know, like, help me out on the field.

Lynsey: I'm not a vigilante.

Izaak: Didn't say you were. But that's a pretty useful skill you have. Could use your help locating more villains-

Lynsey: Don't call them villains, that's so childish.

Izaak: Okay but, what you did, I need exactly that. Just someone to call me when there's *criminals* around.

Lynsey: I'm not your fucking secretary.

Izaak: Yeah but, you could've called the police. Instead you called me. You know the police aren't capable to deal with those threats. Even with their anti-metahuman forces, some criminals are just too dynamic to deal with. They're unpredictable. You need superhumans to deal with them.

Lynsey: And that's why the hero program was fucked. The heroes were unpredictable and untrustworthy, they rioted and are now illegal again.

Izaak: We're not illegal technically.

Lynsey: You're not exactly legal either. Just leave it for a year and the law will be back, banning heroes. You're a vigilante.

Izaak: People still call us heroes.

Lynsey: Official term is now villain. Hero meant a government registered superhuman officer, you're not a hero, heroes don't exist anymore.

Izaak: The legal definition, sure, but I'm still one. Even if I never signed up... Anyway, come on, it's basically just like before. When you see a villain, you phone up a hero. Except now when you see a criminal you call up a *vigilante.*

Lynsey: Which isn't legal.

Izaak: Neither is hacking into CCTV footage. Admit it, you know heroes are still needed for these situations. They're still around, just a little more free... So, can I count on your call?

Lynsey: Fine, if I see anything I'll call.

Izaak: And will you keep an extra eye out via your access to CCTV?

Lynsey: Okay that is actual vigilante work. I'm not joining your stupid hero team.

Izaak: No! No, not that, I'm doing all the hands on hero stuff, you're just being a very helpful citizen...

Lynsey: Fine, if I have free time and can be bothered, I'll fucking look around.

Izaak: Thank you. ***They looked back at the emergency services cleaning up the rubble.***

Lynsey: You're still fired though.

Izaak: ***He chuckled, smiling. He finished up talking to her then headed back to the Tavern, listening to music as he searched up job openings for himself. His eyes were feeling heavy as he missed sleep that night and was fighting almost the whole time.***

## Later that day

***Izaak was within the Spectral Plane, the realm of those lost on their way to the Afterlife. It was a blank dimension of darkness, where the only buildings and objects were constructs of people's memories, composed of ectoplasm. The Spectral Plane was usually pitch black because of the lack of lighting, but if one were to light it up the floors and distance would all be white, blank and empty. Only certain areas were lit up like this, the rest fell into darkness. This realm is flooded with Spectral Energy, and it makes it a perfect grounds for Izaak to unlock his paranormal abilities. Izaak was currently training his body to develop his new power granted by the Onryo for killing the Wendigo, James Weston, and she was helping him train. The area they were in was blindingly white, the floor and buildings resembled that of a regular city's concrete floors and tall buildings, with the rest being blank space, the horizon shrouded in darkness.***

Izaak: So...what is this? These buildings, how are they significant? ***Izaak seemed uneasy being here, and so his voice was shaky and rushed.***

Onryo: This is where I live in the Spectral Realm. Over my years here I constructed these buildings to resemble the street I grew up in.

Izaak: Okay. So can you give me my power now? I don't like being in this place... it's almost not worth a new power.

Onryo: Sure. I'll have the Spectral Energy within this place enter you in mass amounts, focusing on granting you the power of dread fire.

Izaak: Um...dread fire? That sounds made up.

Onryo: Well I did make it up.

Izaak: Well what does it do?

Onryo: You can release these flames that will granulate whoever they touch, capturing their last essence of dread and releasing their soul to the Afterlife.

Izaak: And you call that dread fire? Why not something else, like, fear flames?

Onryo: Is the name relevant to you?

Izaak: Not really.

Onryo: It is your power now. Name it as you will. ***She raises her hand as several purple wisps of energy solidify from the atmosphere, and dive at Izaak. They stab into him, empowering him with an overdose of Spectral Energy as his entire body fires up with energy. It dies down, as embers of purple remain in his flesh but eventually fade away. After the painful experience, Izaak looks down at his hands.***

Izaak: Ow... Thanks. So do I have to test it here? Destroy some of these buildings as target practice? I wanna get this over and done with ASAP.

Onryo: No! This is all my work, not your playground. Besides, you can't use it here. The fire runs on fear. Fear for the one who wishes vengeance on them, or for whatever reason is hunting them. As long as the ones you are trying to fight are scared of you, these flames will activate. The more fearful the stronger they grow. They may also run on your own fear, but it is significantly less efficient.

Izaak: I understand. Is that all?

Onryo: Yes. You may leave, our business is done.

Izaak: Nice. Well, goodbye.

Onryo: Goodbye, Wight. Thank you for your help, I will appreciate it for all the years I remain here.

Izaak: No problem, thanks for the powers. ***Izaak turned to leave, walking away from the buildings and focusing on teleporting back to Earth. But he stopped, seeing a figure staring at him a few metres away.***

Figure: *Hello there, boy...**The figure spoke with a deep voice, a mischievous smirk on his face.** You seem to be in need of power, and I may be able to help you. **The figure then floated over, wearing a cloak with demonic runes painted onto said cloak in blood.** I can give you more power than anything else here could possibly offer. Degradation of your enemy's mind should be a fine appetizer, won't it?*

Izaak: I actually just got... \*Wait, more powers can't hurt.\* Degradation? Meh, I don't think that'll come of use to me. I wouldn't accept that reward even if all you wanted was me to walk your dog... Anything else you got?

Figure: *Picky, picky... I suppose I can offer up these. **From his cloak protrudes two blood-red demon claws. He then shifts his claws as if to shake Izaak's hand.** My claws and mental degradation, and some information on some more evils in this world to stop. Sound good?*

Izaak: Woah. Okay, what do you want? Me to kill some ferocious beast or something hard? \*Better not be another wendigo.\*

Figure: *Much worse. There's a cult running around worshiping a demon as a god. I used to know the demon who they worship, and he thinks this cult is stupid. They've embedded themselves throughout the entirety of the world via sleeper cells, quietly and discreetly worshiping. But, they're getting antsy. Soon enough, their leader, Joseph Caldwell, will give the order for the cult to go public and begin building shrines in an attempt to summon their demon lord. I've followed the cult leader through possession of one of his closest allies, and I've found their primary headquarters. They're based here in New York, and one of their members is in town. Member's name is Rokuro. Talk to him, he'll be able to direct you to the leader. Just mention that Aku sent you to them, and they'll welcome you without hostilities. The reason you should care is because innocent people will be abducted to sacrifice for their demon lord. They want to bring back their deity of choice, and they'll sacrificed meta-humans to do it. Anything with powers will be given as tribute to their god to bring him back. Who knows? One of your friends might end up abducted as well...*

Izaak: I see. Okay, I'll go see this Rokuro. I'll tell them you sent me, but wait, what's your name? So I can tell them when I defeat them...

Figure: *Here, they call me Weiss. Auf wiedersehen, kid. **He grabbed Izaak's hand and infused the abilities he promised into Izaak before forcefully sending back to the real world.***

***Izaak was thrown into the Legacies Underground base, where he last teleported to the Realm. He got up from the floor, his body reformed, and he felt changed and sore from receiving three abilities in one session.***

Izaak: God damn, that aches... Weiss... Weiss... Weiss, gotta remember that. \*And, Rokuro. I doubt anyone has that name here, so should be easy to find him. I'll ask Lynsey for help.\* ***He gets out his phone and dials her number, his arm feeling heavy. After talking with her, she helps locate this Rokuro, and it turns out he recently left the Tavern a couple minutes ago. Izaak managed to find him heading down a street nearby, catching up to him from behind.*** HEY! You, I need to speak to you. You're Rokuro, right?

Rokuro: Huh? What do you want from me? ***He's holding a briefcase in one hand as he turns around and looks at Izaak.***

Izaak: I know this is a little creepy, stranger running up to you. But I was sent, by a guy called Weiss... He wants me to speak with Joseph Caldwell. Do you know where he is? It's urgent.

Rokuro: Weiss? Uh, let me make a phone call. ***Rokuro calls someone on the phone before turning to Izaak again.*** You're sure it's Weiss, and not Aku?

Izaak: Um, yeah. Dude says they call him Weiss. Then he said some German shit.

Rokuro: Alright then. ***Rokuro finishes his phone call, then nods for Izaak to follow him. He leads him to an abandoned alley before placing his case on the ground and opening it. Inside is a half-finished robotic arm and a key card. Rokuro grabs the card and places it against a certain brick in the wall, opening a secret entrance as he puts the card away and closes the case. After that, he leads Izaak down the hall to an underground dungeon-type thing before taking an elevator up.*** You wanted to meet Joseph, right? He's waiting for you up here. Don't expect me to stick around. If they let you walk, I'll be at the Tavern. ***The elevator dinged, signalling their arrival. Rokuro extended his arm, gesturing for Izaak to leave the elevator before pressing the button to leave.***

Izaak: Uh, thank- ***Rokuro had left already, so he turned around, seeing a single door and hearing voices behind it. Izaak approached and slowly opened it, sticking his head through, seeing a medium sized group of people chatting and lecturing each other. Some were wearing casual clothing while others wore more traditional religious clothing. There was an altar nearby, but it looked long untouched. One spotted him and brought attention to him. One man looked at Izaak and smiled.***

Man: Ah! A new face, I believe. Come in, no need to be shy here. We welcome you with open arms, if you wish to learn.

Izaak: Oh, uh... ***He stepped inside, noticing that on the shelf were books, and beside them were guns resting against the wall.*** I don't want to learn anything, not today.

Man: There's always something to learn, and you always crave more knowledge even if you don't know it. So, you wish to join us? How did you find out about us?

Izaak: Oh, the cult? No I don't want to join. I just need to speak to a Joseph Caldwell. You know him?

Man: Yes, that's me, kid. What did you want to say to me?

Izaak: Uh, I was sent by someone named Weiss. You know him?

Caldwell: Weiss... ***The other began murmuring but he silenced them with a finger.*** Yes I'm familiar. And *he* has sent you? Why?

Izaak: I don't know, he just told me about this place. Paid me to come here.

Caldwell: Akuryou sends his first sign of the beginning... I was sure I could smell his influence on you...

Izaak: Sorry?

Caldwell: Oh, nothing. This is great news for us. We've been expecting a visitor from him for a long time. Come sit down, I shall explain if you wish to know.

Izaak: Uh, no thanks. \*I don't think I have the strength to deal with these Satanists. Guns and demonic artwork? Not the greatest combination...\*

Caldwell: Unfortunately I wasn't asking. Sit, you came here and you won't leave without learning why.

Izaak: Listen, I have no interest in becoming a Satan worshiper.

Caldwell: Watch your tongue! We do not worship that tyrannical Devil. We despise him.

Izaak: Whatever, I need to leave.

Caldwell: That is not an option. ***Some of the cultists reach for their guns slowly.*** You may not believe in his power, from ignorance or lack of knowledge, but you can and will still serve Akuryou.

Izaak: Who?

Caldwell: I thought you didn't wish to know? Akuryou needs a sacrifice, I can sense your superhuman abilities. You'll be a great addition to the shrine.

Izaak: What?! I-I don't have powers.

Caldwell: No point in lying, boy. I knew as soon as you walked in. Akuryou picked you for a reason, this is it.

Izaak: Akuryou? \*That name, I heard it before.\* No, he doesn't want me, I'd be a terrible sacrifice. I'm leaving now.

Caldwell: Nonsense. Seize him.

Izaak: Hell no. ***A few cultists head towards him, but he uses his PK to push them back, making their bodies attach to the walls and remain trapped there.***

Caldwell: Aaah, great power, Akuryou will enjoy it.

Izaak: It belongs to me, if you want it you can surviving your own death. ***Izaak used his PK to pull a chair into his hands, then threw it with great force at Caldwell. However, an orange field appeared for a split second and shattered the chair before it touched him.*** \*Nani?! He's powered too?!\*

Caldwell: I have no need, Akuryou has taught me gifts of my own. Give him a taste of silver.

Izaak: \*He noticed the cultists aim their guns, which were branded Silver, a new common series of military grade weaponry.\* \*Shit! Military guns!\* ***Izaak backed away and ran out the door, closing it behind him and using PK to reinforce it. He headed towards the elevator, hearing their gunshots and yelling. Izaak entered it and used his psychokinesis to force the elevator to shoot upwards, quickly reaching the top. Izaak then ran straight out the building, back into the alleyway as the entrance closed behind him.*** \*More hidden maniacs?! Screw this!\* I hope that satisfied you, Weiss! I'm keeping the powers! ***Izaak then headed back home, too tired to head to the Tavern. Meanwhile Caldwell saw as his men returned to him from chasing Izaak.***

Caldwell: Well?

Cultist: Lost him.

Caldwell: Oh perfect. I'm sure Akuryou will appreciate that. Losing the only sacrifice he sent us. Idiots...

Cultist: You could've stopped him with your powers.

Caldwell: I shouldn't have to. These powers are for Akuryou, not for us.

Cultist: I'm sorry, we weren't prepared.

Caldwell: It's fine. But now we know. Akuryou has sent us a sign. We must begin the plan. Send the signal to the others. Tell everyone to up their search parties, we need to increase our superhuman hunt tenfold. Akuryou is ready to return, and we need everything prepared for his awakening... ***Caldwell turned around, walking over to the demon shrine. There was a carving of a demon placed on it, which he touched with his finger, igniting it in flames, watching the fire as a smile leaked from his face.***

*Next: Legacies: Issue 7*