Heroes: Eve of Destiny

[Charon]

Legacies bolted forward towards Blackheart and Abaddon as the energy beam and the blackness came rocketing forward. The dagger gave Legacies an incredible speed, allowing him to keep pace just ahead of the two beams of death. Millaseconds passed as Legacies made the appropriate gestures with the knife to release the arrows. Legacies was almost ontop of Abaddon, and he was beginning to feel the effects of the field, he ignored them as he jumped towards Blackheart, he had to get him away from Abaddon before the energy struck.

A monomolecular blade formed out of Legacies hand and swung down at Abaddon's wrist joint as a tendril lashed out and wrapped around Abaddon's hand that was holding Blackheart as well as Blackheart's head and upper torso. The symbiote supplied a steady stream of itself to the blade to ensure that the monomolecular blade stayed that way as ten tons of strength over a monomolecule edge struck the weakest part of Abaddon's arm. Legacies flew over Abaddon easily and as he spun to face his enemy he pointed the dagger at him and yelled out "Fire!" Eight energy arrows flew out of dagger, all directed at Abaddon's back. Legacies also tugged hard on his tendril, if the cut didn't work, the very least he could do was get Blackheart out of the direct path of the energy blasts.

[Shark Bait]

Demise's head rocked with the force of the blow. It had been pulled and restrained but it hurt none the less. It felt like his jaw had been dislocated and for all he knew it might have been. He turned his head back spat another mouthful of blood onto the torso of his attacker.

The guy had pulled a knife and tried to push Demise back down to pin him. As soon as the guy looked down Demise locked eyes.

He died. He lived his death again as he did every time he used his power. His body filled with the memory and he projected it into the mind of his attacker. Every second of pain, the feeling of the heart beating slower and slower until stopping, the lungs not drawing breath, the pain as the blood burned through dying veins, the mind piece by piece shutting down forever. Weakness, the inability to move, to breathe, to fight, to run. The pain and the knowledge of inevitability, the realization of the futile struggle of life. All this was felt and sent. All the anger, the hatred, the pain, the suffering. And in this release to another he felt relief...

Seven stopped something was wrong, he was receiving warning messages from systems that dident exist, line after line of garbled text was fed through his secondary processors none of it made sense. His hand suddenly locked on the knife unable to move, then it began to squeeze, a somewhat uneven grip caused the plastic handle to crack as the metal inside bent. Simultaneously his optics shorted out completely something had overloaded the section at the back of his “eyeâ€

[B4UTRUST]

Demise lay there for a moment, staring at the body. He had killed him, it, whatever it was... He poked the body. It didn't move. He waited another minute to make sure. When it didn't get up to finish the job he got up and walked away, not looking back.

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Abaddon caught a flash of movement right as Blackheart's foot caught him in the throat nearly crushing his windpipe. He gagged and coughed, eyes bulging. Tendrils snaked around his arm holding Blackheart, pulling taunt. He jerked his arm back as a flash of pain seared up the arm. His hand released Blackheart as his nearly severed wrist went limp. Blood oozed from the wound. A second later small lances of pain hit up his back.

With the tendrils still around his arm he used the pulling force holding his arm in place and swung around, his other fist connecting solidly with Legacies' face.

A blast of energy slammed into his back, throwing him bodily into Legacies. Both of them went to the ground, Abaddon on top. Blackheart lay on the ground forgotten for the moment. Another blast of energy of a different type a few seconds behind the first. Gravity threatened to crush all three of them in the radius as it was magnified and magnified again. Abaddon's weight on top of Legacies was threatening to break bones beneath the symbiotic shell.

Abaddon let out a horrific scream as he moved his arm forward, inching it towards Legacies' face. When it closed in he started to try to claw out Legacies' eyes. He reared his head back and then tried to sink his teeth into Legacies' throat.

[Shark Bait]

Demise lay there for a moment, staring at the body. He had killed him, it, whatever it was... He poked the body. It didn't move. He waited another minute to make sure. When it didn't get up to finish the job he got up and walked away, not looking back.

John fell through a hole into a dark unconsciousness, an almost dream like state, yet some where in the back of his mind he knew that he was dreaming. He wasn’t dead, he knew that much, he was too angry and hurt to be dead, memories from long past were dredged up here every scrap of pain he had ever felt in his life. He could pick out each twinge of hurt and know exactly what it was, a searing heat around his chest and sides, which was from some of his early prosthetics they were simplistic and their connections to his nervous system were far from perfect. A deep pressure some where in his throat, that was newer it was two things mixed together. First his father’s death, which had deeply affected him, his father was in many ways the center of John’s world, he was his best and only friend, his parent and his teacher. Yet mixed with that pain that was slowly subsiding and had been somewhat diluted through revenge there was a new level of hurt and anger. It was whatever that thing had pumped into his mind and it pissed him off to no end, all the solemn memories of his father’s funeral and everything since then were being tainted by this new pain, fear and anger.

John couldn’t hold a constant stream of thought for long. Mostly he just felt emotions which were slowly evening out to just a mix of fear and anger, but the one thought that could stick was revenge. Someone had fucked him up, and when he got out of whatever the hell scrape he was in he would have his revenge.

[Charon]

Legacies screamed under the pressure of tons, he tried to anyway but he couldn't get the air he needed into his lungs. The broken jaw and most of the side of his face didn't help matters either. Abaddon was crushing him to death, and it was his own teams fault. Mark began to fight through the pain, tried to ignore it as the demon on top of him began clawing at his face. He was going to die. He felt his life beginning to slip away, it wasn't because of the pressure, it was something else. Mark willed himself to move and slowly his body reacted, spikes formed all along his body, coming to razor edges that dug deep into Abaddon's flesh before shattering under the power of the decay field, the fragments reconstituted into the suit and sprung forward again only to shatter and repeat the process. Then he felt the jaw come down on his neck. It was being held off for now but the suit wouldn't last much longer. It was screaming in Mark's head, the pain needed to stop.

A clawed finger broke through the suit and made a deep gouge across Mark's face, he tried to scream again. Inside his mind he was busy trying to calm himself.

'Calm down. We need to think.'
I am trying Mark, but the pain... you do not understand...
'You need to focus or we die.'
I understand Mar- AHHHH!
'Hey, stay with me! We just need to do one thing and then we can rest'
Alright, I will try

As Abaddon tried biting down again he felt the suit give way some. Triumphantly the demon forced down harder, drawing blood as Mark let out a short raspy yell. Then something unexpected happened. Something was moving in Abaddon's mouth. Before he could spit the symbiote drove itself down Abaddon's throat, smashing through his windpipe the almost fluid suit tore through Abaddon's lungs, ripping the lungs into shreds. A final command was sent throughout the symbiote and once again spikes protruded throughout the symbiote. Abaddon's mouth, trachea, everything from the neck to the abdoman was pierced and sliced.

[SirNitram]

Gravitas' blast vanished. The weight vanished. The Nova doubled over, panting. There was still power in him.. He could hit again.. But he had never had to before. Only one being had ever withstood a blast that intense, and that was the ultimate expression of Nova power.

He stared. What the hell would stop this guy? His circulatory system withstood more G's than anything he'd seen outside of Sloppy Joe. His body had survived a blast that had permenantly damaged the city block. The Nova desperately sought through his mind for a tactic while he stared.

[frigidmagi]

Blast dropped to his ass, gasping and sweating, it felt like he was drowning inside his mask. Weakly crawing he managed to roll up the mask up pass his mouth. He took deep breaths and spoke in a raspy croak.

"What the fuck does it take to put this guy down, I think my blast could have burnt through a fucking battleship and yours was a fucking WMD."

Blast begin to wonder about the sanity of his career choice if his power was so easily shrugged off

[Cynical Cat]

Blackheart rolled to his feat, cold crystalline malice spiking through his brain, the urge to utterly destroy dominant. His eyes glowed like stars as he gathered his power. He knelt by Abbadon and seized the his head. "Time to look me in the eye," he said as he focused his flash vision. Abaddon's flesh and bone seemed to be able to survive his worst, but he bet his eyes, optic nerves, and brains and brain weren't so tough.

[B4UTRUST]

Abaddon's body was turned by Blackheart. Black gooey blood oozed slowly from his wounds. Symbiote spikes lanced in and out of his body at all angles, piercing him time and time again. His eyes were empty, lifeless. His body was limp and yielding.

Blackheart stared into Abaddon's eyes but nothing stared back. He was dead. Finally, well and truely dead. A broken back, pureed internal organs, nearly severed appendages, half his body crushed under the titantic forces of gravity and his back seared down to the bone in some spots. Black putrid smoke wafted off of the body, nauseating, reministant of Brimstone and sulfer mixed with the stench of burnt flesh.

The team had managed to down the savage beast. Their mission however, was not yet complete...

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Somewhere else in another plane a voice rose into a scream that echoed for miles. The scream was drowned out by laughter that faded into a course harsh whisper.
"All power has a price..."

[Charon]

Legacies slowly staggered to his feet, his symbiote drooping over him and pooling on what was left of the ground. He looked at Abaddon, he didn't look to be alive. Best to make sure. The long pool of symbiote spilled out of Abaddon's mouth, blood covering the length of the tendril. As the tendril slipped out more blood gushed out of the demon's face and spilled unto the ground. Legacies staggered for a second, a tendril latching onto the ground to help steady him. He looked over at the other three heroes. "Fucking... amateurs..." Legacies began falling backwards when another tendril latched onto the ground to hold him up. "Had... friends... information... gotta... catch..." The tendrils slackened and Legacies fell onto the ground, both minds unconscious.

[SirNitram]

"Fuck you, running dog." Gravitas spat, still panting for air. It had taken immense power, but the demon was dead. His body throbbed with power; it stirred ancient thoughts about how much further he could push himself. But he remembered what happened to those who did.

"That fucker was going to kill you and then keep on slaughtering. He wasn't going to crack. And Sparky from earlier didn't know shit. I don't suppose anyone knows if dragon-lady knew anything..?" He shook his head, nodding to Blast. "Nice fireworks. Let's do that again in, say, a month, after I recharge."

[LadyTevar]

'DragonLady' was, at this moment, slipping out of Saibot's arms to allow the exhausted man to rest. She passed by his helmet, sitting on the dressing table, never thinking to check the radio inside for messages. Her mind was on settling Ember's affairs.

A full hour later, Argent was comfortably sprawled in a chair, dressed in lounging pajamas after her shower. Saibot was finally waking up, and the next two hours was spent with a long and heartfelt talk. [size=0]and another word that ends with 'k' and means intercourse[/size]

[Agent Fisher]

"Seven, come in. Do you have the freaky eye guy?" Niner spoke into his radio.

"You there?" No answer. "Hellooo?"

Niner stood up to his full height and looked around.

[Shark Bait]

"Seven, come in. Do you have the freaky eye guy?" Niner spoke into his radio.

"You there?" No answer. "Hellooo?"

Niner stood up to his full height and looked around.

Niner saw John a short distance away lying in the center of another roof top, he was curled up in a near fetal position and obviously unconscious

[Cynical Cat]

The power slowly left Blackheart as did the icy rage left him. He stood up in time to catch Legacies as he fell. "Thank you for the assist," he said to Gravitas. He reached over to tap his earpeace and realized it was trashed. "Blast, see if you can contact the others."

[frigidmagi]

"Right," Blast croaked. He reached up to his earpiece.

"This is Blast to all other Ultima personnale, report position and status please, over." He said raspy on the radio.

[Agent Fisher]

Niner took off running, reaching out with his telepathy to see if the eye guy was still around.

He reached the cyborg and activated his radio.

"This is Niner, Seven is down, repeat Seven is down. I am on the rooftop of, hell, I dont know. Requesting medics. Over."

[frigidmagi]

"Shit, Blackheart we got a man down on a rooftop!" Blast said as loudly as he could, he doubled over from a coughing fit... Damn he needed drink, good to note that throwing everything out at once resulted in a dry throat and exhaustion though.

[Cynical Cat]

Blackheart gently layed down Legacies and rose into the sky, rotating slowly. There. He fired a beam of his flash vision at low intensity to mark the building in everyone's eyes. "There!" he shouted.

[Dark Silver]

The radio earpeice, which was left in Saibot's helmet when he took it off, crackled lightly, and Blast's voice came through.


"This is Blast to all other Ultima personnale, report position and status please, over."

Of course, Saibot and Argent didn't hear, lost in each other's embrace. When sound finally did come through, for Saibot's radio was set to transmit reply, the sounds of screams and groans filled the airwaves for a few precious minutes, the unmistakable cries of a man, and a woman, almost sounding as if in extreme pain.....with just a touch of something simmering beneath..

[Rukia]

Cam just sat. She couldn't do anything else but think. So she thought to him. -Look, who said anything about betrayal? I was trying to help. You kill him you get all of his little ultima friends knocking on your doorstep. You let me "save" him I can get you inside intel. Isn't that a smarter choice? I mean I know you think you can probably take all of them.. but I'm telling yea, there's a lot. Now did you want my help or not?- She stared at him and waited for response.

[B4UTRUST]

He smiled and continued his work as if nothing had happened at all.
'Honestly no. I am well aware of what I am going up against. And in the same vein if you're asking me to allow you to go free and potentitally betray me then you are quite foolish indeed. After all, you just switched sides in your cell to get on my good side. Why should I believe that you would do anything else once free and away from my control?'

He grabbed a pair of clamps and pulled the skin apart, setting the clamps to hold it. Taking a pair of foresepts and his scapel in hand again he began to poke and prod at the individual ligiments of the muscles, seperating each in turn and severing it. They would grow back quickly enough but it amused him for the moment.

"Now to await the arrival of the rest of our guests."

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Ultima helicopters appeared on the horizon as they decended towards the park. Black suited agents swarmed the area to secure it. Med teams rushed to the injured to provide emergency treatment before medivacing them back to HQ.

Agent Tarot stepped out of one of the helos, making his way towards Agent Blackheart.
"Agent Blackheart, report your status. Have you found the Senator?"

[LadyTevar]

At last, satisfied silence reined... except for odd noises coming from the night stand. Argent opened one black-on-black eye and peered over at Saibot's helmet.

"Garth... your radio's on..." she drawled sleepily, managing enough concentration for a shadow to pick the helmet up and bring it closer to him.

[Dark Silver]

He cracked open a eye as she spoke to him, shifting slightly, not wanting to disturb the position they where in, that and he didn't feel like untangling the sheets around them.

"Great..." he muttered, one hand stroking her sleek form curled around his.

As the helmet floated to him, he grabbed the earbud communicator out of it, and slide it into his ear and listened, almost sighing...

Looks like they'd have to goto his apartment sooner than he hoped....

[LadyTevar]

She watched him, still extremely sensetive to his emotions due to the physical intimacy. "Wht is it?" she asked as he sighed. "I'm assuming they're alive, since you're not leaping out of bed to their rescue...." Curiousity was in her voice and crossing into him from her touch.