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Arachnid -> RE: (HS) Classified (10/2/2011 9:47:41)
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-One hour after midnight-
I sat, crouched, on the skyscraper of Liberty.
My thermal vision was turned on.
I saw all the activity in the city.
A thug getting arrested.
A couple chatting in a coffee store.
A mother and her child, sleeping in their house.
They were all blind.
No one knew about the monsters.
Wiiman found out how they were getting here.
A portal opened up between our world, and the world of Lore.
This world had monsters everywhere, and nearly as many heroes.
I couldn't say the same for here.
The monsters were coming steadily, but Wiiman predicted they'd come faster.
What I wanted to know was why.
Why did a portal open?
Why is one master controlling all of these monsters?
And why do they want Blue Gear?
My sensor started going off.
A computerized voice said:
"Phoenix at twenty three miles per hour down West MainStreet. Predicted destination...VIP"
So I had a phoenix heading to blue gear.
I slowly stood up, and held my arms to my sides, as if to fly.
And I fell off the front of the skyscraper.
Falling felt amazing...minus the life threatening landing.
Then again, most people don't have jet packs.
"Jet pack activated" said the computerized voice.
I turned myself to intercept the Phoenix at East MainStreet.
I rounded the corner to East MainStreet.
"Prepare to land." the voice said.
The jet pack shut off, and I fell gracefully on my feet.
I saw an orange light come from the end of the street, quickly approaching.
SSSSKKKRRREEEEE!
"Phoenix. Weakness: Water. Weak point: Main body. Main weapon: Claws, beak, fire."
Alright then. Shouldn't be too hard.
I cracked my knuckles.
I looked at the speed it was flying, and the direction.
I adjusted my position accordingly, and braced for impact.
THUD!
The phoenix hit my armor at full speed.
It crashed in front of me, squawking the entire time.
I giggled as it struggle to get back on it's feet.
It looked at me with hate.
SSSKKKRRREEEEEKKKK!
The bird burst into flames.
Uh oh...
It tackled me, sending me flying backwards.
I did a back flip and slid on my feet.
I cracked my neck.
"Let's play, bird."
I ran towards the bird lightning quick, grabbing its wings.
SSSSKKKRRRE-
I punched it square in the face.
That noise was annoying.
The bird had a mischievous glow in it's eye.
Instantly, it turned to ashes.
It reformed instantly, now ablaze like a forest fire.
"How do I kill this thing?!" I yelled.
"Weakness: Water."
"Thank you!"
I grabbed the bird's beak before it could peck me.
It began to scratch at my armor with its talons.
I focused my power.
Water came out of my hands and began to spread over the bird.
Where the water went, the fire was extinguished.
The water slowly spread until the bird was fully extinguished.
The bird's head went limp in my hand.
I dropped it, and it fell to the ground, unmoving.
"Caution: VIP movement."
What?
I looked at the map inside the visor.
It looked like Blue Gear was heading to the Super City Subway Terminal in Brick Street.
If I was to enter by means of the next Subway Station along route, near an East Main Street Subway Entrance, and hide in the shadows of the tunnel, I could possibly remain out of his detection and still protect him.
"Jet pack on." I commanded.
My jet pack burst to life, and I flew down the street.
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Minutes later I arrived at the entrance of the Subway Tunnel. I flew into, traveling the long Subway route. I descended to the ground, a forty yards distance of Blue Gear.
I scanned to pinpoint exactly where he was located.
He was in a Maintenance Room near an opening within the Subway.
I would wait back at the closest Subway Platform until Blue Gear was ready to leave.
As I exited the tunnel into the Platform, surprised by how dark it was.
“Rather Late to be waiting for a train,” a male voice said. “Not very safe at these hours.”
My eyes wandered the dim platform.
“Show yourself,” I called out, passing the benches searching for the source of the voice.
“Strange isn’t it?” the voice replied, growing closer. “A vigilante disappears for five years, thought to be dead, and apparently emerges, bringing down three Clown Boys. Why would such a man be hiding for so long?”
“I don’t know what your talking about,” I lied, following the sound of the man’s voice.
“Really?” the voice asked, obviously not fooled. “You mean you have been following one of Super City Police’s top ten wanted men. A man wanted for questioning as well as possibly killing a dozen law enforcements? A man, considered the last victim of Clown the Jester? Either you are lying or you are a moron. That is quite a difficult call. Which is it?”
"Ah, you must be Ice’s new pawn. Shame, I was rather hoping to find Gray Silhouette,”
I turned to face him. I recognized him instantly.
"Agent Boston." I said calmly.
"And who are you, I might ask?” the S.C.I.F. Agent inquired, sitting down on a bench, legs cross, hands together. “You’re obviously not S.C.I.F. and you don’t seem to be testing out a Yercom Prototype Combat Armor.”
"I am the Red Death."
“Cute, but I did not ask for your nick name. I could easily deduce such a simple puzzle from your calling card,” Agent Boston said coolly leaning forward, drawing out from his shirt pocket the ace of hearts card I left in the bar. “I want to know your real name, and why you stalking Gray Silhouette.”
“That’s classified information,” I answered, my eyes glancing at the small map in my visor.
Blue Gear was still in the Subway Supply Room. Did Agent Boston know this? How did he know I was following Gray Silhouette? How did he know of Mr. Ice?
"Classified, amusing. Your little club seems to classify anything it can. It’s missions, its equipment, even it’s hired help. Perhaps a pathetic attempt to seem like a REAL agency such as S.C.I.F. I can assure you, if you were classified, I’d be the first to know," Agent Boston smirked, replacing the card into his pocket and pulling out a H.A.L. Droid from his pocket. “For now you can hide your motives and play spy. But take a good look at the real deal. You can’t hide a secret from me. I’ll find out. Believe me I will, however I have more pressing matters than you.”
“"I have more pressing matters than you, Agent. I don't need people like you interfering with my work." I snapped back.
"Sounds to me that, you are protecting Gray Silhouette. Makes sense. Baby Sitting is usually assigned to the incompetent lap dogs. So most likely you don’t know any useful information. In such case, you’d probably be worth more to me dead than alive,” The Agent replied, standing up, and readjusted his tie. “After all, my Supervisor wanted Gray Silhouette alive. I very much doubt he needs a hindrance such as you as an additional concern.”
“And who’s this Supervisor you work for?” I asked.
Agent Boston chuckled, a small unnatural grin stretched itself across his face, and he glanced up from his device studying me.
“Most likely,” He began, placing the H.A.L. Droid back into his pocket. “The same man who you truly work for. The man who plays your Mr. Ice like a puppet.”
“That’s a lie, he would never….!” I began to yell.
“Never what?” Agent Boston interrupted. “You think your little corporation is all carrying, honest, and clean? Don’t be so naive. Once I kill you, your Mr. Ice will replace you. Its how Agencies work. They don’t play nice. They assassinate saints, topple governments, devastate cities, and lie to the people. They need to. We need to. Because the ends always justify the means.”
The Agent stood up, cracking his knuckles.
“It’s how we all have to learn in this game. Only way to survive this game. Only way to bring down the villains is to become an even more terrifying villain.” He continued, advancing towards me. “Someone who can kill a child for the good of a country. Someone who can let the heroes go down in history as the villains. Someone who can find profit from unfathomable events such as Pandora’s death, the Siege in the Park, or even a Jester killing millions of people. That’s what we are Red Death. You and I…we’re fear mongers. Its how we keep the people under control. We keep them in fear.”
"YOU FILTH!"
I lunged at him with lightning fast speed.
I punched him in the chest, sending him flying backwards into the wall.
The S.C.I.F. dropped to his knees, his face twisted in pain.
“Such strength,” the Agent marveled, pulling himself back to his feet,
"A Smasher? Interesting," Agent Boston mused, adjusting his tie back in place. “However, it does not present a problem. I’ve been trained to kill abominations such as you.”
I charged at the S.C.I.F. Agent, letting out a cry of rage. Boston swung his leg in a round house kick; the heel of his black Artimis Business shoe slamming into my helmet, knocking me off balance, before I could recover, the Agent rammed his knee into my side, knocking the wind out of me. I dropped to my knees, suppressing the pain.
That one actually hurt...
I got up, and cracked my knuckles.
"Come on, then!"
The Agent smirked swinging his fist at me, but I was ready. I dodged the swing. He swung again, slamming his elbow down on my shoulder blades with incredible force.
I gritted my teeth in pain and returned the hit, upper cutting him into the air. He flew into the air, his back slammed against the ceiling and his body dropped back to the ground, landing hard on his stomach. The Agent immediately leapt into the air, drawing out some sort of an energy weapon, and fired a bright blue beam of energy out. The beam came into contact with my helmet.
The indestructible visor remained intact, though the force of the blast threw me backwards. I slammed against the ground, my armor grinding as I slid into the opposite wall. I tried to pull myself to my feet as the Agent sprinted towards me, weapon raised. I let out a cry of pain as he stomped his shoe down at my neck, pinning me to the ground.
“Lets see how you really are,” Boston said, kicking my visor off my head. The helmet few across the room bouncing down the hallway.
“You…” Agent Boston snarled, recognizing my face, his finger tracing the scar running down his face. “You…THE VAMPIRE!”
Agent Boston remembered the night a woman disguised as Gray Silhouette broke into The Liberty Police Station. Murdering Police, S.C.I.F. Agents, good men and women. Murdered by this blood sucking ghoul. He remember trying to attack her from behind, her sharp nails slicing through his skin. He remembered screaming in pain. He remembered all his friends that died that night. All because of the woman that stood before him.
He stomped his foot on my face. He stomped again and again,
“YOU MURDERED MY FELLOW AGENTS YOU DISGUSTING CANNIBAL!” He roared, slamming his fist into my throat. “FILTHY MONSTER! I’LL DRAIN YOU OF YOUR PRECIOUS BLOOD! I’LL MAKE YOU SUFFER LIKE NEVER BEFORE!”
I grabbed his foot to stop the next blow. Immediately, I threw him into the nearest wall. He crawled out. I walked over and picked him up.
"Don't call me a cannibal...DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT IT'S LIKE?! ALWAYS WANTING TO KILL?!"
"You make it sound like you are the one who is suffering. Do you expect sympathy? You murdered my colleagues. Slaughtered them because of your lack of control!” He hissed, spitting blood into my face.
I threw him to the ground.
Agent Boston began to crawl away from me, his head bent, he tried to pull himself to his knees, only to collapse. His entire body shook in pain.
“Muh…monstrosity,” he wheezed softly, spitting out a tooth. “Mutants…all…vile nightmarish…monsters.”
He groaned in pain, his hands scrapping against the ground in a vain attempt to wriggle away.
"If anyone is the monster, it is YOU. You have NO IDEA what you could cause! Do you realize what is happening?!" I called back, advancing on the injured S.C.I.F. Agent.
Agent Boston suddenly spun around, his H.A.L. Droid in hands, and jabbed the small device under my chin.
BLZZZZZZZZZZRRRRRRRRRRRUUUUUUUUUUUUTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!
I let out a scream of pain as the device sent a powerful surge of energy through my body. I dropped to my knees, the room spinning. Agent Boston was instantly back on his feet, kicking me hard across the face. All signs of pain or weakness vanished from the S.C.I.F. Agent. A smug smirk spread across his face.
He wrapped his fingers around the back of my neck me by the neck and lifts me into the air with one hand. His fingers tightened crushing my throat in his iron grip.
“Disgusting,” he spat, drawing back out his Anti-Smasher Energizer Blaster, and pressed the barrel to the back of my skull. “Filthy mongrels! That’s what you Smashers are. Mutants. Creatures. Hybrids. Freaks….deformed monsters who terrorize the people. You will die…then your Gray Silhouette dies.”
I saw a figure emerging from out the subway tunnel, he advanced on us. Agent Boston followed my gaze and his eyes locked onto the figure before him.
"Gray!"
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