Heroes: Shadows over Millenium

[Cynical Cat]

Blackheart shrugged. Argent was feeling bitchy today and he really wasn't interested in her word games and vieled implications. He flew off towards Blast.

[Agent Fisher]

Ghost watched as the lizard Freak was loaded into the truck, a muzzle placed on it to keep it from spitting. He closed the hatch and banged on the back.

He pulled up his gas mask. He spoke into his comm unit. "Blackheart, this is Ghost. One freak in the bus. Anybody need my help out there?" He asked, while he swapped his half empty magazine for a full one, and then reloading his shotgun.

[LadyTevar]

"This is Argent," the voice came back over the frequency. "I have two contained, awaiting removal."

[B4UTRUST]

The redhead came to a stop at Gravitas' words.

She turned and stared at him from down the hall.
"We never claimed to be superior, nor has anyone ever said that us. Circus sideshow? Perhaps a bit more creativity and you might come up with something vaugely insulting. I know what I am and what I do to people. You think we enjoy being like this? Hmph. Superior lifeform. You're just like all the rest. Think you're so God-damned special just because you can fly around with a fucking red cape coming off of your ass and make a good news clip at nine. Another prettyboy superhero.

"You and your ilk made us into these circus sideshows. The norms and the metas who can pass for norms." She said the word norm like it left a bad taste in her mouth that she needed to spit out. The anger and loathing practically dripped from her words.

"A one-armed dogooder. Should I think the other is tied behind your back? You'll find out soon enough, once you've been thrown out of the spotlight. You're not pretty no more. You're scared, you're disfigured. And soon enough the limelight will go to the next pretty boy in line and you'll find out what it's like to be shunned and hated for something you can't control.

"So come on then cripple. Show me what the 'superior lifeform' can do."

[frigidmagi]

It moved across the roof, shadowing Blast from above. Its legs flexed and bent at unnatural angles as if it had two sets of knees. It made a short jump up onto the ledge surrounding the roof. It bent on its oddly articulated double knees and lept down towards Blast.

Blast raised his head up at a vague sense of danger. It was about then the thing slammed into his back. The impact on his shield sent him head over heels down the alley while it sent the enemy bonucing the other way.

With a groan Blast picked himself up and looked back. The thing was also hauling itself up to it's feet. Oh to hell with it.

Blast pointed and fired, a controled blast, sqeezed carefully, it still felt wrong and annoying to do. A streak of brighter then the sun energy shrieked across the empty space at eye burning speed to slam into his target's chest.

[SirNitram]

"Spare me this self-righteous crap." Gravitas sighed. "Seriously. So fucking last century. 'Wah wah, the mortals don't like me.' You simply lack the strength to do anything but cause chaos, and hide like a scared little girl behind the defense of 'ooo, they're scared of me.'"

The god snorted simply. "So. You regenerate, don't feel pain. So you're gonna be strong for a human.. But you must realize you're out of your league." Intense pressure suddenly constricted around the woman, pressing inwards. It was like a soda can being squeezed. Organs would likely go pop, a most gruesome spectacle. "I can do this shit from across the room. The way out is surrender. Pray for mercy and forgiveness."

[Hotfoot]

The flash of light from Blast's discharge caught the corner of his eye. He spun around and quickly changed direction by swinging on a lightpost. The freak was laying on the ground by the time he showed up. He looked at Blast, then at the freak. He slowed down a bit and gave Blast a thumbs-up. "Well I guess you found the last one. You okay?"

After the rather brusque conversation with Blackheart, Collin was glad to see someone around his own age here. Hopefully he was a little more sociable than the other two...

[Agent Fisher]

*snip*

[frigidmagi]

Well I guess you found the last one. You okay?"

Well... This guy was new.

"Yeah... I'm good. Excuse me a sec, I gotta check the guy, see if he's still breathing or not, I'm not to good at dialing the blasts down yet." He said walking over. Yeah... blow it's front open... Fuck. Kneeling down Blast took a close look and gagged but felt alot better about killing it.

"Jesus and Mary have mercy! Blackheart! This thing was... Eating People! Can... Can you get someone down here to get a look at this please?" He hollered into the headset. He turned to Hotfoot and swallowed hard. I will not puke in front of a new guy, I will not puke in front of a new guy.

"Let's move back a bit... Keep it in sight but back a bit, alright?" He asked.

[Agent Fisher]

Ghost saw heard the flash of light being discussed on the police band. Once he heard the location, he pulled down the gas mask and grasped the sword and took off running. He reached the location quickly and released his grip on the sword while he was still running. He slammed into a wall and started cussing. "Fucking super speed shit." He looked at Blast, the freak and a stranger.

"Hey, kid. You ok?" He asked, aiming his rifle at the freak on the ground.

[frigidmagi]

"Hey, kid. You ok?" He asked, aiming his rifle at the freak on the ground.

Blast just pointed at the dead body in reply, glad his mask covered his whole face.

[Agent Fisher]

Ghost edged closer and looked at the body. It took him a few seconds to realize that what he was seeing was an arm jutting out of the Freaks belly. He stood up and poked the freak with his rifle.

[Cynical Cat]

Blackheart descended. "You okay?" he asked Blast. He got a good look at the body. "Nasty." Then he got a better look. It had been eating or absorbing people? How many people had disappeared without a trace, only to have been murdered by Freak Legion? So much for the low body count intel.

"This ends," he growled.

[frigidmagi]

Blast took a deep breath, any amount of sympathy for the Freak Legion was gone.

"We gonna hit them then?" He asked.

[Dark Silver]

Blast's voice came through the comm line, while he was enroute to the hospital. A quick scan to find out the source, and Saibot was headed towards the kid. He was pretty sure Gravitas would be alright.

"This is Saibot, stay back kid, I'm enroute. ETA 20 seconds."

He was a streak of blue, before coming to a rest above Blast, Hotfoot and Ghost, slowly descending, the blue aura a stark contrast to the black bodysuit.

"What's going on?"

[Hotfoot]

Collin's eyes went wide as he focused on the scene a little more closely, his shield lighting the area. As Blast spoke, everything started to come together. "Holy shit..." He doused his shield and took a few steps back, nodding at Blast's suggestion. He didn't have the luxury of Blast's mask, so his shocked expression was plain to the world once the distortion of his shield faded. He didn't say anything for several moments, he just looked at the others around him.

[Cynical Cat]

"We land on Freak Legion like a ton of bricks," said Blackheart. "We mount Freakshow's head on a wall. Everyone goes down hard."

[Dark Silver]

"Sounds right proper to me....we know that's Freakshow in there?"

Saibot's head bent and twisted slightly, as he cracked his neck, "If not, then we can still take the guy down hard....."

[Cynical Cat]

"Not for sure," said Blackheart. "We gear up to handle his mind fuck gas and we hit the place hard. Even if he's not there, his boys and girls have enough to answer for." Blackheart glared at the corpse. "They have it coming."

[Hotfoot]

Tonight was turning into a hell of a night. What should have been a simple bust of bad guys turned into a fatal shootout with a cannibalizing freak. The smell just hit his nostrils, however faintly, causing his stomach to twist uncomfortably. Now they were talking about taking out the rest of them. Something inside of him said that now would be a perfect time to run, to go home, to forget this night happened. It was tempting, but that body in front of him spoke of something horrible, something he couldn't just let continue unchecked. Someone had been murdered by this thing, likely even several someones. This was beyond snagging purse snatchers and rounding up bank robbers. This was serious. He couldn't just run from this.

"So...this raid against the Freak Legion. Got room for one more?"

[Dark Silver]

"I'll scout ahead, I've got all the gear I need...get your equipment together and wait for my signal."

As Saibot spoke, his ring reached out with a energy beam, and grabbed his sword from Ghost, "No offense, but I'm gonna need this..."

Saibot sheathed his sword, made sure it was secure, turned on the scanners in his helmet to full, and went in, his Ring sweeping the building as he systematically swept the building for traces of the Freak.

[Cynical Cat]

Blackheart talked into his radio. "Have the chem gear standby. Add one more to the batch. He addressed the gathered metas. "We'll catch a ride with Argent back to HQ and then to the Freak base. After Saibot's finished checking for any other lurkers. You're welcome to join us Hotfoot."

[Hotfoot]

This was going to be one of those nights where he would wake up in the morning and wonder just what the hell happened, he knew it. It figured, his peers had keggers, he had this. For a moment, he felt a little underdressed. His outfit was made up of relatively normal clothes, he wasn't wearing a mask, and he didn't have a symbol or badge prominently showing. He turned from the corpse and clenched his fist. He looked at Blast and wondered how he dealt with this stuff. Did the mask help? How long had he been doing this?

In the end, the questions would have to wait, at least a little bit. He wasn't expecting big league stuff like this his first few days in the city, but here it was. He nodded to Blackheart and stood there, waiting for Argent to show up and do whatever it was she was supposed to do.

[B4UTRUST]

The woman felt her insides being squeezed and pressured to almost the point of exploding. If that was all this guy was going to do, he had drastically overestimated his own worth.
"Here, allow me to help oh superior one..."

With that she dug her hands into her chest and grabbed the underside of her ribcage. She cracked the bones and pulled them outwards with a sound almost like celery being snapped. Her breasts hung losely from the cracked halves, flopping about as she walked towards the godling.

"Perhaps this is what you're looking for?"
She reached to her chest, grabbing the cracked and broken ribcage and tore straight down. The flesh parted with all the resistance of wet paper. The seperated pieces of her body fell to the floor with a wet splat, tiny pools of blood forming under them. Blood fountained from her gaping chest wound, leaving a tiny flowing river in her wake as she advanced. After dropping the seperated pieces of flesh she pushed her hands between her lungs, feeling them inflate and deflate against her skin. She grasped her own heart. She held it firm, feeling its rythmic beating, the contractions and expansions as it pumped. Then she tore it free.

She held it aloft in her hand above her head, her arm soaked to the elbow in gore. Tiny drops of blood trickled off her elbow and fell to the floor below. The heart still beat, pumping blood that didn't appear. She squeezed it, crushing it.

As she came closer to Gravitas she tossed the broken and crushed heart to him.
"Now you superior motherfucker, what else you wanna try?"

[SirNitram]

"Restrain you from further damage. Of course, your regeneration means I can't knock you out or render you unable to move. So I'll put you somewhere where the most damage you could do is kick over the Viking probe."

"Mars is nice this time of year." Gravitas said evenly. "Most normal humans would have to wear protective gear to prevent their eyeballs from bursting from the lack of pressure, and oxygen masks to breath. You're not gonna have those problems."

The Teragen raised a hand, opening a wormhole between them. "You are weak. You cower because people don't like you, would puke if they saw you. Incredible strength, nigh indestructable... You could have been venerated. You chose this path... And you will pay it's price."

The force acting like a can-crusher on the woman shifted suddenly, sucking her through the wormhole. It winked out of existance, and he touched his comm. "This is Gravitas. The Freak at the hospital has been transferred to a location that'll hold her. Alert the authorities the medical personnel here will require psychological care... What they saw was pretty fucking horrific."