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3/22/2012 17:32:27   
Clown the Jester
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The Brotherhood of Order

The Author encourages all Herosmash Writers to Participate and contribute. All characters are fictional or used with permission from creators. Warning story is PG-13 for violence and dark theme. The authors would like to thank Artix Entertainment for everything they do. Feel free to comment.


< Message edited by Clown the Jester -- 3/23/2012 7:13:09 >
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3/22/2012 17:39:33   
Clown the Jester
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Part 1: The Knight and the Jester.

VHOOOM!


The powerful explosion overwhelmed all senses. The blinding orange and red flames, the deafening boom, the heat sapping away strength and moisture from the skin, heavy smoke flooding the nostrils.


“WA HA HA HA HA HA HA!” Clown the Jester shrieks with laughter as the explosion hurtled his flailing body backwards, he turns his head, his twinkling demonic eyes studying the red flames flashing past his eyes. He likes this feeling, zero gravity…time slowing down as feeling of losing touch of reality. Being caught in explosions did that to the mind. “HEE HEE HA…”


His laughter is cut short as he slams into a brick building. His face scrunches up in pain as his injured body slides down the brick wall, he lands on his side. He lets out a grown…and a low giggle.


“Hee hee hee heh heh…ffnkk…hee hee,” He chuckles, his mind already changing from hating the physical pain…to relishing it. Clown the Jester couldn’t help but find something funny in his plight. He was no stranger to traps or set ups…but he was usually the one pulling em…pulling the legs of others. “Hee hee.” But never had he truly felt as if he was the subject of a trap that could potentially end his laughter.


Clown the Jester felt the large shadow fall over his collapsed form. The kind of shadow that nobody liked to see fall on top of them. Especially Clown the Jester…he hated it when a shadow got in the way of his sun. Clown the Jester couldn’t help but giggle at this. Yeah…it would probably take throwing Clown the Jester into the sun to turn his skin a healthy tan. HA HA HA!


“CLOWN THE JESTER!” A metallic voice echoed from above. The voice of authority, vengeance, and power. No…not metallic as in robot…at least Clown the Jester didn’t think it was robotic. More like something metal muffling the voice. “YOU’RE TIME HAS COME! THE BROTHERHOOD OF ORDER HAS COMMANDED YOUR DEATH! PARADISE HAS NO PLACE FOR THE AGENTS OF CHAOS AND ANARCHY!”


Clown the Jester looked up at the source of the voice. A large figure wearing in dark red and black medieval armor holding in his hands a large flaming sword, in his other hand he held a large shield with the icon of the chessboard bishop in the center.


Two glowing slits for eyes shined out of his helmet. Clown the Jester was tempted to cry out in a shrill voice “NEI!”And if it wasn’t for the fact he was missing a few ribs, he probably would had done it. It woulda been funny right? Or maybe it was only funny because he most likely was suffering a concussion from the blow.


“Crusaders you say?” The Harlequin questioned, pushing himself off the ground with his cane. “Now that sounds like a football team if I ever heard one. Heh heh…ya wearing football cleats under that rusty metal work uniform of yours? Bet everybody in your team does that kneeing touchdown thing. Ya gotta be sweaty under all that junk in this hot weather! That’s why I dress business casual.”


“You shall suffer for your wickedness,” The Crusader declared, leaping off the rooftop and landing five yards away from the Harlequin. “Murder, mayhem, destruction, and the spread of Anarchy. For that the Order has seen fit that I should see you…BURN!”


“Burn me? Oh my goodness…I can’t burn now of all times…Just when I got that membership at that pool. JEEZ! I can’t swim while my skin is aflame…they’d put the pool on Adult Swim all day….And did you say Order? Funny…I was just thinking about an Order a few minutes ago,” Clown the Jester replied, reaching into his coat pocket and drawing out a grenade. “I was just about to go Order Takeout. HEE HEE! There’s this sushi bar that actually serves…can ya guess…? CLOWN FISH! WA HA HA HA HA! ISN’T THAT JUST FUNNY?”


“You have stolen the coin of our Brotherhood of Order,” The Crusader growled, raising his flaming sword. “STEALING FROM THE BROTHERHOOD IS A CRIME THAT IS PUNISHABLE BY DEATH!”


“ME STEAL A COIN? HOO HOO!” Clown the Jester laughs, pulling out the pin of his grenade and pulling his arm back in a pitchers throw. “I’m too nice to steal…I think…heh heh…besides I think this coin borrowing thing falls under the nature of Finders and Keepers. HEE HEE! So that makes me the Keeper and you the weeper.”


Clown the Jester threw the grenade at the Crusader. The Knight hits the grenade away with his shield, the explosion surges toward his shield, however the shield protects it’s holder from the grenade. Clown the Jester instantly pulls out a shotgun, firing a few rounds at the knight, however the spread of bullets are reflected off the shield.


Clown the Jester emits a burst of purple energy from his eyes, maneuvering the beam to dodge the knight’s shield. The knight leapt into the air, twisting his armored body like a gymnast, the purple being reflecting off his shield. The Knight landed on his feet, slashing his sword at Clown the Jester. The Harlequin bends back, giggling as the blade passes over his head.


MISSED ME! MISSED ME! NOW YA GOTTA KISS…” Clown the Jester’s taunt is cut off as the handle of the knights blade is brought down on his forehead.


“YOWZA!” The Clown cried out, pretending the blow didn’t hurt…kinda hard to pretend when one knight multiplied in his vision to four…wonder if that was just a blow…or maybe this Crusader could multiplies meiosis style…wouldn’t that be funny?


Clown the Jester suddenly pulled back his arm, balling his hand into a fist and striking at the knight’s head. Maybe the vibrations from the blow would make the metal man’s head go all fuzzy…HEE HEE…JUST LIKE THE CARTOONS!


KRACK!


The Clown’s fist glanced harmlessly off the Knight’s helmet. Clown the Jester stared at his fist...perplexed by the strange shape it had taken…as if it was putty of a hand that somebody just scrunched up…then when he was having difficulty opening his clenched fist…along with the strange pain…then he realized that he just broke his hand.


Clown the Jester couldn’t help but burst out laughing.


“HEE HEE HEE HA HA HA HA! GOTTA HAND IT TO ME! HA HA HA! I MAKE THE GOOFYEST MISTAKES! THIS KINDA ROUGH HOUSING IS TYPICAL CLOWN THE JESTER HANDYWORK! HEE HEE! CAN I GET A STANDING ROUND OF APPLAUSE? HO HO HO! Maybe we can all get along if we just meet eachother hand in hand…HOO HOO…wait…the last one wasn’t much of a joke was it? OH WELL! I LAUGHED AT LESS FUNNY! WA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!”


The Clown stuck his crumpled hand behind his back, concentrating his molecular reconstruction powers on mending the fractured knuckles. Stall him…buy time...how much does time cost? An arm and a leg that’s what it costs. HOO HOO!


“Indestructible shield and flaming butter knife?” Clown the Jester whined, backing away from the Crusader. “NOW THAT’S JUST CHEATING!”


“No weapon of man or witchcraft can penetrate the holy armor of Brotherhood,” The Crusader declared, swinging his sword at Clown the Jester’s head. “The Knights of the Brotherhood are impermeable to taint! Our blades exacts righteous justice on the wicked and sinners alike.”


Clown the Jester ducked under the sword, he felt the flaming sword slice through the hairs at the top of his head. Close shave…hee hee….VERY CLOSE SHAVE!


“THE COIN!” The Crusader roared, his gauntlet slamming across Clown the Jester’s jaw. The Harlequin falls back. “WHERE IS IT?”


Clown the Jester stumbles back, tripping back against the street curb. He swung his cane out at the Crusader. The Knight hits the cane back with expert sportsman ship and rams his shield into the Clown’s face.


Took a while for the stars to fade away…HONEST TO GOD STARS! HA! WHAT A LAUGH! Idily Clown the Jester could have sworn he was the biggest star. Shinning bright among the dull suns. He was the diamond among dusty coal…hee hee…he twinkled so nicly.


This was gonna be one of those days, The Clown decided as he felt the stream of blood trickle out of his nostrils. First he spills acid on his lap…which even to a guy who relishes pain as much as Clown the Jester…wasn’t exactly a picnic (He should know…he loves picnics…at least he thinks he does…does he? YES YES HE DOES! Clown always considered himself half bear for some odd reason)….then he cuts his finger on a book (after which he beats the brains out three or four librarians with a book on ancient Ingiru Crafting and shoves their corpses onto bookshelves to be discovered later. Ah the joys of picking up a good book)…and then he is assaulted by a Knight from a Secret Society who seems to be cross at the misunderstood…heh heh…harlequin.


Why does everyone come after the poor Clown the Jester? It makes no sense. wants to maim or maybe even kill the poor serial killer Clown. Typical freaking Monday. Why do bad things happen to the nice people? Clown couldn’t understand it.


“WAAAH!” The Clown cries out, a sound created by a mix of pain and amused surprise…but mostly pain.


Clown the Jester began to crawl back, pretending he was terrified and admitting defeat. Beating the knight fairly wasn’t likely to happen. Nope…Clown the Jester’s fighting techniques were brutal devastating…even painful to watch…effective for physical and mental torment of his opponents…but Clown the Jester didn’t think this guy would be a guy he could torment…not while there was a layer of armor with strange properties protecting them.


The Knight in Shining Armor advances, looming over the Harlequin like a mountain. He glared down at his prey. Slashing his sword down at Clown the Jester. The Harlequin rolled out of the blade’s path…hearing a loud screech as the flaming blade sliced through the concrete like cheese.


“Woe is me! TO HAVE SEEN WHAT I HAVE SEEN! I am licked! Beaten! Outmuscled and outsmarted! BRUISED, BROKEN, CHIPPED NAILED, AND NO LONGER IN MINT CONDITION!” Clown the Jester cried, dramatically placing the back of his hand against his bleeding forehead. “PLEASE! I have found the error of my ways. MERCY! SHOW PITTY ON A SAD, SAD, MISUNDERSTOOD AND DEVILIOUSLY HANSOME CLOWN! I blame me old Ma and Pa! I blame the Government! I blame Drakkoniss! AND ABOVE ALL! I BLAME DRAKKONISS! MERCY, KIND BUTCHER! I CAN’T STANDS ME DIEING! WHO ELSE COULD I POSSILBY TALK TO?”


“You dare beg me for mercy?” The Knight growled. “Your fate is decided…but your soul will be judged by a power higher than my Order.”


A higher power? Maybe he will get to decide his own fate…heh heh…wouldn’t that be funny! Wonder if he could get Drakkoniss to testify on his behalf. The thought made Clown the Jester begin to giggle. He pressed his rehealed hand over his mouth trying to suppress his laughter. He could feel the tears in his eyes. His body shook with fits of suppressed giggles. Self control was never the Clown’s strong suit. He eventually gave up the futile attempt and allowed himself to indulge himself in shriek of laughter.


“HOO HOO HOO HOO HOO HA HA HA!” The Clown hooted, silenced by another strike from the powerful knight’s gauntlets.


“Where is the coin?” The Crusader demanded, pressing the tip of his flaming sword against Clown the Jester’s chin. “You try my patience filth! ANSWER ME OR I WILL FORCE THE ANSWER OUT OF YOU!”


Filth? HEE HEE!This guy has to have been Grape Silhouette’s roommate in collage.


“Coin…coin coin…hm…where is that bit of change?” The Clown asked himself, patting down his pockets. “Ya know…I think I put it in a Jutbox...heh heh…I was out of nickels…and I threw my dimes at a bunch of old people…and I used my pennies to choke a happy couple…and I really wanted to listen to this song…uh what was it called? It had a bunch of “Sailor’s Language” as me old Ma would say. (Clown the Jester wasn’t sure if his Ma ever said this…but he liked to think whoever his mother was would say something like that.) Anywho…I can’t safely say where the coin went off too…it did like to run off every now and then as I recall…or was that my wife? Did I have a wife…or was it a broom stick? HEE HEE!”


The Knight plunged his flaming sword into Clown the Jester’s side, the flames burning the Harlequin’s flesh.


“YAAAAH!” The Clown cried out, his body trembling with pain.


This was bad. Very bad. The kinda bad that ya couldn’t laugh at…Heh heh…at least…HEE HEE…Most people couldn’t laugh at.


Clown the Jester let out shriek after shriek. Feeling the burning blade tear deeper and deeper into his skin. The smell of rotten flesh filled Clown the Jester’s nostrils. Funny smell…unpleasant..but still…heh heh...better than smelling a rotten egg.


The pain was unbearable at first…only at first. However, the Clown’s mind began to feed off his pain…realizing the Joke of pain. People hate pain…yet it serves a purpose to signal the body that it’s hurting itself. Heh heh…so pain protects us from…getting hurt. Isn’t that funny? The pain became a sign of inspiration to Clown the Jester, still hurt like Hell…but there was a cold comfort from the pain. HEE HEE! Cold comfort from hot pain.


Should he bother crying for help? Clown the Jester pondered as tried to pull his body out from the flaming steel. HA That’s a funny one. Even if they did hear him. Who the Hell would actually want to help him? Hm…maybe Drakkoniss. Even through his agony, Clown the Jester couldn’t help but begin to laugh.


WA HA HA HA HA HEE HEE HEE HO HO HO HA HA!”


“You will not talk?” The Crusader asked, digging the blade deeper and deeper into Clown the Jester. Red flames flickered on and off the sword. “YOU REFUSE TO ANSWER ME? THAN I SHALL MAKE YOU ANSWER ME!”


Clown the Jester felt his entire body surge with a new energy from the flames. He…wasn’t done…yet. NOT YET! This Tin Man wanna be doesn’t deserve the honor of killing the Harlequin. That is an honor reserved to Drakkoniss. For anyone else to get away with it…well…IT JUST WOULDN’T BE FUNNY!


Clown the Jester wrapped his hand around the flaming sword, using his powers to send a surge of purple colored electricity that traveled up the metal conductor and into the Knight’s right arm.


Twenty thousand volts went through the Crusader’s body…so much metal…like lightning hitting a metal rod. His mighty body began to tremble as the electricity travels through his form. The Harlequin expected the Crusader to cry out in pain…maybe pass out…explode….Clown didn’t know…anything. Heck to be honest, he wouldn’t protest if the knight did a tap dance. Any response.


“Keep giving em Jokes while they’re laughing,”
Clown cried out, leaping up at the knight, pulling out a hammer from his coat pocket and giving the Knight a nice little love tap on the helmet’s skull. He then pulled out an acidic pie, about to slap the pastry into the Knight’s face when the Crusader head butts the Harlequin in the face.


Metal vs human skull…ouch. Hee hee.


The Crusader slammed his shield into the Clown’s chest, knocking the wind out of the Harlequin. Clown the Jester fell onto his back, the pain in his burned wound was becoming quite the drag.


But nothing…the knight didn’t seem thrown off or even surprised by the surprise attacks. Doesn’t react to pain. My my…this knight in shining armor does seem to be quite the straight man…heh heh…doesn’t crack a smile or grimace. How very, very…


“Boring,” The Clown said as the Crusader grasped the Harlequin by his scrawny neck and lifted him into the air.


“I will make you talk,” The Crusader snarled, his gloved hand tightening around the Clown’s throat. “Do you hear me?”


YOU THINK YOU CAN MAKE ME TALK?” Clown the Jester cried out. “DON’T MAKE ME LAUGH BUCKET HEAD! YOU THINK YOU’RE THE FIRST ONE TO COME AFTER ME? YOUR DEAD, FREAKIN DEAD…”


KRUNCH!


The Crusader knocked Clown the Jester unconscious with another strike on the forehead with the handle of his sword.


“I will make you talk,” The Crusader growled down at the beaten Clown.


The coin would be recovered. It was needed for the war. He would make the Jester reveal it’s whereabouts. The Crusader had methods to make men talk. Then the siege of the corrupt realm of Super City would commence. A Super City that gives birth to the wicked and sinful and hypocrites that the Order swore to purge the World from.


These Smashers…demons of Modo. They would burn. BURN FOR THEIR TRANSGRESSIONS!


The Crusader threw Clown the Jester over his powerful shoulder and disappeared into the shadows, his flaming sword dying out.


The war would come in due time...When the Medallion of Jericho was back in the Brotherhood's hands.


Then...Super City...would be burned to the ground. And the wicked would feel the wrath and price of Order.


< Message edited by Clown the Jester -- 3/24/2012 9:03:03 >
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3/23/2012 10:19:23   
megakyle777
Member

Part 2: The Order makes a deal?

The Dealer had just finished working. It had taken him a while but he had finally finished the original plans for his new idea: The Duel Domes. It was to be a set of arenas of high stakes where heroes and villains could fight over thier disputes. If he could get it going he would make millions. All of a sudden the door was smashed in by some kind of knight. The Dealer was unperturbed by this however.

"I seek an audience with the one known as The Dealer!" He exclaimed.

"Well I was about to finish, but sure, I can spare a few minutes. I like the outfit by the way. Quite cool. Sit down and we shall talk about whatever it is you wish to talk about. Brandy?"

"We at the order feel Alcohol to be a sin."

"Fair enough, I don't touch the stuff either. I just offer it out to people out of politeness. Please sit."

The Dealer and The Knight sat down. "So, why are you here?"

"I'm not going to beat around the bush Dealer. We at the order see you as a nusiance, one to be wiped out. But our lord and master has dictated that we give you a chance, since you have been seen to strive against the forces of chaos yourself. We are a order dedicated to wiping the scum off the face of the earth and we would like your company's expertise in weaponry. Together we shall annihilate the forces of darkness."

"Well, I expect that you think I will do this for free then?"

"Oh no, our lord understands you work only for value. And we will offer you something more valuable then money in return."

"And what would that be?

"Our amour is impenetrable by any weapon or method. Work for us and we shall give you the secret, to do as you see fit. I imagine that would be useful for your own forces."

"No amour is unstoppable."

"Ours is."

"Before I agree, I will need to know your plan."

The knight told The Dealer their plan.

"So you wish to wipe out Super City?

"Indeed. This den of iniquity has lasted for far too long."

The Dealer paused to think about this offer. The secret of an unstoppable amour... that's nothing to be sneezed at.

"...I'm afraid I cannot accept this offer."

" Why not?"

"Because I do not think the city is the issue here. The problem you people have is thinking that it is the city's fault that there is evil. Super City is one of the largest population centers in the world. You are NATURALLY going to find more villains here then anywhere else. Also, what about innocents? You will harm them in your crusade."

"Everyone is guilty of something."

"And I am afraid I cannot work with someone who uses that as an excuse. However, I will make you another offer, one worth considering you may feel. Ommicorp will not attempt to stop you, but you must not attempt to stop Ommicorp. Basically I suggest avoiding one another's affairs."

"And that is your final answer?"

"Yes."

"Then I am afraid you must die. It is a shame really. You would have been a worthy ally."

The Knight leapt from his chair and lunged at The Dealer. Taking a swing from his mighty sword, he tried to slice him in two.

The Dealer merely vanished and appeared behind the knight, gun pointed right at the knight's head.

"Are you sure you wish to fight me? i know your amour is meant to be inpervious, but a bullet to the head would affect anyone, at least by the sheer shockwave from the shot."

"Then fire. I do not fear Death."

The Dealer fired... and nothing happened. The bullet just bouced off with no ill effect to the person inside. He fell over in shock. "Please don't hurt me!" He begged! "I'm just a businessman! I'll give you what you want JUST DON'T KILL ME!" The knight turned around and walks towards him. The Dealer kept crawling back, begging for his life. Eventualy he reached a wall.

"And the master spoke of you so much better then begging." The knight raised his sword to strike ... and was trapped in a inpenatrable sphere. the Dealer stood up.

"I'm just a buisnessman!" he cried in mock tones. "Just don't hurt me! Please. Like I'm that foolish to beg for mercy. Now you are in my power." He picked up his phone.

"Darkness King, I have a subject for you. I need to know how to get into this guys's amour. Bonus cash if you can discover the secret of how it works and is made. I have a feeling such a item will become VERY popular soon. Dealer out."

< Message edited by megakyle777 -- 3/23/2012 14:42:53 >
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3/23/2012 20:59:38   
star screamer
Member

Part 3: The binding tomes

"Lord Star Screamer, hear me! Hear my summons!
Listen, fool of Hell!"

"Oh just shut the Hell up! I hear you? Now what in blazes did you want!?"

"The Order wants you."

"Hmm? Order? On my shrine! Fool!"

The man who stood upon his shrine wore a suit of armor like the knights from the fairy tales they read to
the youngsters.

The knight pulled out a scroll, and began to read. Most of the words were in Latin, some were even reversed
English, others in just plain English.

Star understood it, though most would not.

"I bind thee demon!"

"HA HA HA HA HA HA!" Star laughed, "You? Bind me? What can you achieve?"

"It only fits for a demon to fight the other demons."

"Smashers? You wish for me, to help you kill the smashers? Laugh out loud!
Or as the kids say, LOL!"

"Not amused, fool."

"Rude fella', aren't you?"

Star then appeared wearing his jester costume.

"Look! Star made a funny!" he joked.

Get it? Knight's and medieval times? Jester's are also usually associated
with medieval times.

The knight in shining armor then unsheathed his blade, pointing it at Star's chalk white face.

"Hey now, better put that shiny stick away, before you get yourself a demon for an enemy."

Star notices the knight attempt to pull out a cross, before giving him the chance to stab, Star
flung the knight down the stairs leading up to the snow covered alter.

"Poor, poor man, you try so very, very hard just to see yourself fail."

The knight climbed up enough of the steps that he could see Star again, he then dropped his sword and cross
and pulled out the binding tome once again.

"Demon! You will serve the Brotherhood of Order to our last whim, until the Smasher threat has been
neutralized, and Super city falls, you belong to the Order!"

"No... the... GAH!" Star moaned, "YOU WILL NOT BIND ME! I WOULD RATHER BE BEATEN BY A LITTLE GIRL THAN
BOUND BY YOUR WHIM!"

The knight removed his dented helmet, Star could not see his face but heard the features on his face shifting,
the noise of his teeth grinding. He was smiling. Star did not like it when people laughed at him. Not at all.

Star's orange eyes turned pure white and his form changed. He was no longer the psychotic jester but instead
a giant purple beast. He was in his divine state. His eyes turned orange again and he cursed at the knight.

"How dare you!" Star howled, "You shan't bind me! No!"

"But I'm afraid I already have."

Star transformed again, back into his classic jester stage.

"No... NO!" Star growled and flashed back into the pits of Hell.

"NO!" The knight yelled at the shrine.


< Message edited by star screamer -- 3/23/2012 23:01:15 >
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3/23/2012 22:13:18   
Doom Desirer
Member

Part 4: Fighting time.

Range sat back on his chair crafted from the steels of time. Nothing was better than watching birds fly across the sunset on an evening in super city. A villain in a machine in a giant robot machine was attempting to drill a hole in a hero. Range yawned. It was quite comedic, really, watching a villain chase a hero into the sunset.

A knight walked up to him. He wore shining armour, and looking into the substance of his sword, it could turn into flames. The knight said abruptly, "You there. We need you to supply us weapons that can bend time, and space."
"Why?" Range questioned.
"We must destroy Super City. Do it or we destroy you."
"Why Super City?"
"It reeks of evil."
"It reeks of heroes."
"Weak heroes."
"True that. But how exactly will you destroy me? If I refuse the offer? What are you even offering me?"
"We offering you space tokens. They have runes that we cannot figure out, but when used correctly, they expand the domains of space by one galaxy. You don't want to know what we'll do if you refuse."
"I can create space by myself. No deal."
"Very well, you will die." The knight sprang up and impaled a flaming sword in Range's chest.

He felt immense pain, but he ripped the sword's properties into pieces with such force that it would have have felt like a nuclear bomb exploding on that pathetic knight.

But nothing happened. Range was slightly shocked. The knight brought down his fist on Range's skull and it shattered. It recovered quickly, because he was a master at molecular restoration.

Range stood up, grabbed the knight by the arm, and put so much force into the armour that it would shatter a world, but the armour barely noticed. The knight continued to pound Range into pieces, and Range knew that his healing would end eventually. Range had no choice. He grabbed the arm of the knight, and ripped apart the very substance of that section, instead of blood, a black liquid drooled out.

Voidrix.

As you might not know, voidrix was a powerful substance that sends anyone who touches it to the void.

Some of it touched Range, and he started to panic. He concentrated, and teleported to his own home town and into the pools of refir to wash off the Voidrix.

Range was by no means prepared to fight an army of these men.
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3/23/2012 22:45:10   
primalvoldo
Member

Part 5: Captured ChaotiVoid

Voldo grasped his own chest with sorrow, a shiver went down his spine at the same time the Shade Realm's Barriers twitched.

"I can no longer feel Star Screamer's presense, not killed but something stopping him from reaching the Earth's surface...

Voldo looked back up and saw a light pierce through the dark fog which past through the Shade Realm from time to time. Out of the glowing portal appeared a man in some sort of Paladin armour. He wore a heavy plated Helmet and a long, slender sword drew out of its scabarb. The Paladin looked straight at Voldo and tried to make eye contact, the best he got was just Voldo's eyes staring at him, which was particulary normal for someone who's face was shadowed under a hood. The Paladin spoke in a bold but somewhat dark voice.

"The Brotherhood hasn't seen you around Super City through these last couple of days, hiding in your own dimension won't save you from us you know"

"I'm just resting from all the quarrels that are happening, I'm getting my mood back to return to this community of super powered beings.

Suddenly Odlov appeared in a puff of sparkly smoke and drew her two swords, she spoke in a harsh temper.

"Who invited you to Voldy's Fun Land!?"

"I invited Myself, you call this a fun land? Pah, it's just a fusion of shadows and mist, not even close to that Clown's madhouse!"

"Quite a sharp tounge for making fun of other peoples property!!!"

But before Odlov could try to get her hands on the Paladin, Voldo raised his hand up and spoke to her in a serious voice

"Enough Odlov, let the nice man continue about the reason he is here"

Odlov groumbled off and the paladin continued

"I think you already know who I am and why I am here..."

"I do, your Brotherhood of Order is at it again to try and get rid of Chaos, so your capturing the main entities that create Chaos, Then your going to destroy Super City for the Heroes and Villains are already making as much Chaotic actions with their war without the help of the Chaotic beings.

"Hmm, I would've thought that with your Chaotic Scum mind you were going to think our plan of destroying Super City would be an act of Chaos instead of Order....why havn't you argued?"

"For I see clearly that destroying the inhabitants of Super City would replenish any act of Chaos that could happen, bringing Order

"You make it sound like your a Lord of Order instead of a Lord of Chaos"

"I know and there is a reason for that, for you see the people that call themselves Chaotic actually bring Order, in their acts they put the Chaotic war of Good vs Evil on hold and gives the Earth more time to recover from the mess that will happen eventually, And like I said earlier, in their attempts to destroy the world it brings Order for there is no one left to make Chaos, people who are Chaotic say they are ingulfed with insanity, But I have found another name for the word insanity.... and that word is the Truth."

They both fall quiet for a minute to let the words sink in, the Paladin then speaks again

"That is a fair arguement, you should use it in your trial of your crimes commited to the Laws of Order"

The Paladin sheathed his sword and in his hands were a pair of golden handcuffs that burst with blinding light, Voldo got up from his throne and raised his hands so the Paladin could attatch them, they walked slowly back to the portal and disappeared in white and yellow light.

< Message edited by primalvoldo -- 3/23/2012 22:49:35 >
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3/24/2012 3:14:42   
monster116
Member

Part 6: Doubts

As the sky gave up a roar of lightning...

Qyp sensed a danger fast approaching, Could it be.. Qyp was filled with doubt..
Something was wrong with the Ringmaster...

With devil black wings he flew straight to the Chaos carnival.

as Qyp approached the Carnival Tents..
He scouted the carnival high and low...
He didn't smell the ringmaster's scent..
He was sure of what he was feeling...

Qyp landed on the tip of one of the carnival tents,
his wings slowly shrunk back to his back and disappeared as if he never had wings. The Ringmaster is in danger! He thought to himself..

Qyp closed his eyes and focused his energy on his diaphragm, as thunder strikes from the skies..

Baharat-ah Ma Al ! ~

A Warcry from the Barbarian tribe of Karuma which Qyp was apart of..
It meant "Give me strength and power"


Roared Qyp as he opened his eyes..

With the training Qyp got in the Barbaric Tribe of Karuma
The warcry gave him strength and power beyond his expectation he was coated with dark purple energy..
His bloody red eyes turned purple.. his muscular body was filed with purple markings..

I never thought of using this warcry... Qyp mumbled..

The War cries of The Barbarian tribe of Karuma was known for their massive power bargains and strength gains..

With immense power comes a big bargain..
Any barbarian using a warcry of the the tribe.. was known to know the damage it would deal to them.
They had to lose 25% control of their mind in the duration of the warcry's effect.
That means there will be times that they can go berserk without them knowing when.


Qyp grew back his devil black wings, and took off...

On his search for the Ringmaster.. there was a burning feeling in his chest...

Urgghh!~ Qyp grumbled...

as the markings on his body slowly disappeared.. his eyes was returning to its normal color...
he was getting weak... something was not right... he could not handle the pain.. he was getting unconscious.. he had to land... he had to fall..

As he was about to fall..
he used the last of his strength to unleash a dark chaotic energy-like wisp..

Imagine the Smashmas Evil wisp thingy... Nuff said.

that would give notice to all carnival members.. about the Ringmaster.

He then fell...

unconcious..

as the Carnie was falling..

a dark figure came upon the skies with immense speed and slashed the dark chaotic energy-like wisp in half.
and took Qyp's unconcious body...

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AQW Epic  Post #: 7
3/24/2012 8:56:09   
Kinzdor
Member

Part 7: Interupted at work
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Darkness King had gotten called into work, early that day. The Dealer wanted to know the secret of some knight`s, impenetrable armor. Darkness was performing tests on the subject in Omnicorp Lab V, the subject was unconscious and strapped to a metal gurney. Darkness was about to attempt to remove the armor, when a plump little raven with a cybernetic eye, came flying in. Darkness looked up from his work. “What is it Ravenerto? I`m sort of busy here!” The raven perched on the windowsill and began to squawk. Darkness walked over to the window and looked down at the side walk below. A knight wearing the same kind of armor as Darkness`s test subject, was entering the building. “Here to rescue his comrade no doubt! Better get this subject to the Demons Shadow, then.”

Darkness pushed the gurney down the hall and out onto the fire escape. He then used his teleconkneses to float the gurney down to the ground. He jumped off the fire escape, and landed next to the gurney in the alleyway. Ravenerto began to squawk and squeal as; a knight emerged from the shadows. The knight lifted his, flaming sword and sliced Ravenerto right down the middle! Engulfed by anger and Grief Darkness pinned the knight to the wall! The knight stuck his leg in between Darkness`s legs, and flipped him! “Wait, didn`t you go into the building?” Questioned Darkness so the knight wouldn`t notice him tampering with his gauntlet computer.

“We thought you might try to escape!” Said the other knight as he emerged onto the fire escape, the other knight nodded and pulled out golden handcuffs!

“We intend to rescue our comrade, and then capture you like we did to that Chatiovoid being Voldo!” Darkness grew his tentacles to full length.

“You kill my raven AND capture my ally! You guys really want an enemy don`t you!” The knight on the fire escape jumped down.

“He came willingly; he is more wise then you! SCUM! We intend to” Darkness cut him off.

“To wipe out Super City. I know The Dealer informed me of you’re plan!”

“Well then you MUST DIE!” shouted the first the knight, as he lunged at Darkness. The second knight raised his shield and stopped Darkness from escaping. Two gigantic battle ready, kill bots entered the ally and attacked the two knights. The knight managed to defeat the robots, but Darkness had already made his escape, and two Omnicorp agents had made off with there comrade. Sadly for the Omnicorp agents the knight on the gurney regained conscious broke from his straps and Slade them!
AQ DF MQ AQW Epic  Post #: 8
3/24/2012 10:32:15   
Zeuzt
Member

Chapter 8: Light and Knights


It was a typical day sunny way too sunny and hot. Zeuzt was on top of a 200 story building in Super City

"This weather stinks like cheese". Zeuzt said. He stood up stretched and clapped his hand summoning a cloud above him "much, much better." He then laid down and played with a cloud turning it into a sword a shield a bear and any other things. He was doing this when an armored man came to him forming a shadow he was a big man about six foot something.

"I hear you are Zeuzt the lightning bearer." he said

"yes I am so what if shoo now get out." Zeuzt said.

"Don't try my patience I came to deliver a MESSAGE." there was a hint of menace in that last word he said.

"Give me that." Zeuzt took the letter from his pocket and laid his back at a stunning speed on the armored man.

"hmm hmm interesting." Zeuzt said

"so you're willing to take the offer?" the armored guy said.



"Well let's see the good stuff here."

"One the secret to your seemingly invinsible armor. Two you're association of order which I don't give a heck about. Three your saying that I am friends with your leader yes well that was probably a different entity all together. Four you're gonna get rid of chaos what the heck do I have with chaos. Five well...... blackmail but I'm sorry you got the wrong shrine."


Zeuzt zapped and burned the letter. In a flash before the knight could even react Zeuzt already slashed the knight's head with his' sword.

"OK major armor there, what's it made of."

"YOU! dare attack first against the order?!! MENACE YOU'RE NO DIFFERENT THAN VILLAINS AND CHAOTIC BEINGS!!!" The knight said.

"Well if you're brain can rack up that stupid of a comment then you should also say you're chaos." Zeuzt said

"YOU FIEND YOU DESERVE TO DIE MY ARMOR IS NOT AFFECTED BY ANYTHING! hmm you cannot hurt me in anyway" The knight said.

"True enough." Zeuzt replied as he dodged a slash from the burning sword.

"Well let's see uhmm no weak spots or openings my sword has a crack., you can't hit me, oh yeah let's try this." Zeuzt then summoned another sword and kept slashing at the neck piece armor of the knight with extreme speed and accuracy hitting a single spot every time replacing a sword everytime it cracks.

The knight slashes at Zeuzt but his' slash is blocked by his sword but the knights sword cut through Zeuzt's and Zeuzt had to jump away.

"You must die in behalf of the brotherhood and order" the knight ran to Zeuzt slashing and hacking his' way but missing everytime.

"Well getting rid of super city does'nt seem fair to my or brotherly." he dodges a slash

"so why do you call yourselfes The Brotherhood of order if you don't even have the slightest point about what
brotherhood and order means."
he dodges another slash and grabs the knight's head and releasing some voltage at the armor.

"My my haha exellent armor only if the knight was'nt stupid it would have been a great combo." he dodges another slash from the knight.

"Say what you want but we have what we value and know what we know and you can not even hurt me." the knight said. The knight was great at swordplay striking and even predicting some movements but he just wasn't fast enough.


"Oh that is a problem for another day sure enough you have great armor but i'll see through it maybe next time." Zeuzt said.

"You cannot escape the brotherhood!" the knight released a burst of flame hitting Zeuzt in the arm.
"aaAHHK!! that's some flame but I gotta go now." Zeuzt appeared at the knight's back and kicked him behind the back letting him fall down the building.

"AAAAAHHHHHH!!!!RGRGRGR!!!!." the knight tried to get hold of something with the sword or stab something but he was way far. After a looooooooooooooong fall he landed with a big thump!!! on the ground.

Zeuzt looked below and said

"one down the shocked would've killed him and this wound." he looked at his arm burned and scarred

"it is unusual." He touched his' armed and it hissed with burn

"aaahrrg" Zeuzt shouted. He looked down at the rubble and saw the knight rise up only a bit dazed that was really an awesome armor. The knight put out a signal and in no time four more knights appeared at Zeuzt location.

"Well big mess we got here so we have an army of indestructible knights well mister maximum is indesdructible but there is no army of him." Zeuzt said.

"PUT!! YOU HANDS UP!!!" the knights pointed their swords at Zeuzt

"Finee...geez... wheez....ADHD.."Zeuzt said raising his arms while backing away from the knights his arm hurting from the burn.

"what was that last comment?!" one said in authority while oresenting golden handcuffs.

"Oh you did'nt hear I said stupid lacks discipline and most of all thinks shiny handcuffs will hold me buzzah." Zeuzt roars a big
"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH" flying away the knights

"bye maybe I can't beat you but you! can't catch me!" Zeuzt let's himself fall of the building the knights jump and followed dumb thing to do but Zeuzt was gone next thing you hear are screams of

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH."


At a lake Zeuzt washes the burn but it is seemingly unhealed "this is really troubling dangerous those knights are gotta plan something..."

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Post #: 9
3/24/2012 11:13:24   
Immortales
Banned


Chapter 9: THE POLICE & the Knights' of Order?


GPB was walking down the streets two villains handcuffed behind its' back tied and unconscious.
GPB was just heading toward the Hero station headquarters when he saw an armored man bust in.
GPB was well aware of manners and this guy just bust in police stations now that's messed up.
GPB ran toward the station and saw the guy talking to the chief. GPB could not bust in that was unkind so he just stared at the men and read their lips processing to his' brain at a speed so fast he could almost predict what he was gonna say next.
The man was talking about The Brotherhood of Order and how it would save the world and stuff.
GPB was exited about this stuff no more villains and peace would be emminent.
But the knight talked about how you should not bother and get out of the way of them destroying Super City.
The chief talked back and and said words about real order and brotherhood and how this guy needed morals.
This made GPB happy and disappointed at the same time at the brotherhood.
GPB could see how the knight had a strong passion at a wrong cause.
The knight then said "We'll get rid of the problem now."
The knight slashed at the chief the chief dodged and 4 APBs came and bashed at the guy but after the chief ran away the APBs were already destroyed.
GPB could not stand this how it's brethren just get dumped of and killed by villains for experience and salvage.
Now he saw how a knight killed another 4 of them without guilt or consent.
GPB lunged and punched the guy at his arm.
The punched crumpled GPB's fist but he wasn't done yet he held the Knight at his' shoulder and punched and punched at his one arm.
Now GPB's fist was encased in gold light and as he punched his last punch a plate of armor casing fell of the arm plate.
GPB picked up the plate and put it in it's storage.
The knight slashed cutting GPB's arm off then slashed again cutting GPB's other arm.
"Useless scum you're nothing special."
GPB's Eyes bore at him as if saying who needs to be special.
GPB bashes his head at the ground the impact sends the knight off balance.
GPB then ran away getting only a few yards before getting of balance.

"AHHH I'm gonna destroy this place!!" the knight slashed and hacked at the stations sending fires across the place. The police and all their bullets fired at him then they fired a small rocket pushing him a bit of balancebut that was it the armor was to strong. "aahh!! burn the brotherhood of order shall rid of any disturbance that hinder our way!!!"
The whole place fell down
GPB managed to run away and lead out some police men and APBs
But the APBs in production was still there and was utterly destroyed in the rubble.
The knight was buried with the rubble but he'll get out oh he'll get out.
There was a blast from the HQ destroying the building an immense shock from the inside fortunately there were no close houses.
THE chief came out saying to everyone coughing...
his' body was scarred with ashes and burns and cuts.
every one of you must carry on and live out our URGG!! ... tasks.... This is what we do heroes they help but we are the ...ARGG... that protect this city inward and outward.... uhg.. heroes come and go but legends yes you all must be legends help this city...yerggg!!....please....
The chief falls dead police men crying .
GPB was beside the chief looking at the rubble.
The knights must pay in the name of justice honor and truth.



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Post #: 10
3/24/2012 11:26:40   
Goldstein
Member

I was depositing a small piece of my flesh into a containment cell when the knight entered my clinic.

It had been a quiet day all day. No one had come in, and Sarah had stopped by briefly to check on me. Check on me. Surveillance was a constant thing on my's mind after my...break. It did not do my paranoia much good. Still, I managed to busy myself with side-projects that reached the wildest limits of human imagination. My current one is...revolutionary.

To say the knight simply entered would not do his entrance justice. A choir of angels sang out a Gregorian chant, fast and frenzied, as a glowing emblem burned itself on the door. As the angels reached their crescendo, the door exploded outwards, most of the materials gone in a flash of heat and smoke. In walked the knight, his sword naked and sizzling, his armor gleaming.

Unfortunately, I had my back to the door and had a pair of ear-buds in and did not notice the knight at all. I was far too absorbed in his work.

"If the modified LEECH can construct flesh from a small sample, following a detailed blueprint, in theory, it could reproduce a human. But will it be alive? Perhaps artificial supplements could..."

The knight carefully removed the ear-buds and whispered into my ear, "Sounds fascinating, doctor."

He might as well have fired a gun next to my ear, considering the reaction he got. I lunged forward, kicking the chair away, and flipped over my worktable. From my sleeve I produced a small cylinder, that, with a touch of a button, expanded into a four-feet long halberd. All in half a second.

There was a moment of silence. Then, the knight laughed.

"Excellent reflexes! You'll need them for the upcoming struggle, you know. Or maybe you don't. This seems to be a fairly consuming endeavor."

He picked up the notepad and flipped through the pages, his amused eyes looking over the diagrams, the notes squeezed into the margins of the page.

I stared at the knight with guarded wariness. I finally mustered the courage to ask, "Who are you?"

The knight glanced at me, then returned his attention to the notebook. "I am no one. I am everyone. Does it matter?"

"That doesn't answer my question at all. Got a name, Sir...?"

A small chuckle escaped the knight's lips. "Sir? Sir! I suppose I can see how the armor would make you assume that..." He slapped the notebook down and said, "I am Sir Torquemada. And I have a decision that you need to be made aware of."

Torquemada. That name stirred something. Where had I heard that name before...?

"And that decision would be? I'd like to get back to me studies, please. They're kind of important."

Sir Torquemada smiled, a thin, lip-less smile. "They are indeed. Most of your studies are. That's why they've caught the attention of the Brotherhood of Order."

"The Brotherhood of Order? Some new organization trying to rid Super City of it's villains? Others have tried, buddy, and they haven't had much success."

"New? No, we are not new. We've had many names over the years of history, we've simply changed whenever it suited us. And you misunderstand our intention." Still smiling, Sir Torquemada approached a frame of the country that I kept above my desk. The tip of my halberd remained pointed at his chest as he examined the map. "We wish not to rid Super City of it's villains. We wish to rid the world of Super City." He pressed his thumb against the dot labeled Super City, and it hissed and burnt away, leaving nothing but a scorched spot. Sir Torquemada rubbed his thumb with his other fingers, then made a fist.

"What say you to that?" he asked.

I knitted my brow, and slowly lowered my halberd. "I say...I'd like to maybe hear a bit more."

The knight turned with a flourish, and sheathed his blade. "Doctor, I give you my hand in peace and alliance. You aid us in our quest to rinse the world of chaos and slime and bile, and you may be rinsed of the chaos, slime and bile yourself. You will have unlimited supplies, unlimited support, an entire organization to offer physical and emotional aid, and you will be fighting for what's right. What's just!"

The words sank in and created a maelstrom in my gut. "What of the heroes, Sir?" I asked, completely putting away my weapon.

"Gone. They are no less guilty than the serial killers and rapists lose in this city."

I tried to swallow past the lump in my throat, but could not. I nearly gagged, but trying to maintain the image of dignity, disguised it as a cough. "Erh hm, well, what does your Brotherhood of Order offer that is so different from, say, the Illuminati? Or Neutrality?"

Sir Torquemada rapped his ruby and gold chestplate with his knuckles. "Unbreakable armor. Users are immune from injury. We would be more than happy to share it's secrets if you join our ranks."

The implications were enormous. "Unbreakable armor? Think of the uses. Improved body armor, being the most obvious. Think, selling it to the military. Would give them a huge advantage. But sell it to everyone, and war disappears. Can't kill the enemy, can't be killed."

Sir Torquemada smiled as he watched the gears in my head whir at a millions miles an hour. "Exactly. Do we...have an accord?"

I rubbed my chin and rubbed my eyes. "...I have one demand. Anyone I say will be unharmed, should be. Understand?"

"Of course. You'll use such a power sensibly, I'd hope."

I curled my lip. "I won't be saving the Clown from death, if that's what you'r implying."'

"Of course not. Now, come come Strebor. We have work to do. Wonderful, delicious...work."

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Post #: 11
3/24/2012 14:45:46   
megakyle777
Member

Chapter 11: A chat with A Monster

The Dealer was speaking to his emplyee The Darkness King about the event that had occured.

"What do you mean you let the Knight escape? I had to debase myself to capture that guy!"

"It's not my fault Dealer, I was outnumbered and I had had no time to discover their armour's secret."

"Did you make ANY progress in the matter?"

"I did not even get an energy reading."

The Dealer sighed. "Well, since these people intend to ruin the city I suggest you go capture another one. I want to know that sec-"

Suddenly the Tv screen, normaly used by The Dealer to receive messgaes, was activated. On the screen was a knight in armour, but unlike the one that has sought an interview earlier.

"Who is it that seeks an audience with me?" The Dealer exclaimed.

"Greeting foul demon of Super City. I am Duke Henry Ironclad, The current Duke of Jericho and Head of the Brotherhood of Order. I am told that my envoy was taken for experimentation. While he has returned to me, this insult will not stand!"

"Hey, he attacked me first. I was only reacting to an attempt on my life."

"Nonetheless you have insulted our order and you will be punished. I demand that my strongest knight duel you to the death so this can be rectified!"

"What, too scared to do it yourself?" The Dealer jeered. "I am afraid that I don't duel with the hired help. If you wish to have a duel that duel me yourself. Otherwise I refuse."

"...If you wish to be that suicidal then so be it. I will challenge you myself."

One of the other knights off screen exclaimed "My lord, are you sure this is wise? What if he kills you?"

"My armour shall protect me from the mightiest of strikes. I shall tell you what Dealer. I shall even allow you to choose the time and place. Not that it will help."

"Very well. I choose the top of Ommicorp Tower, three days from now."

"Agreed. Untill then Dealer." The Duke signed out. The Darkness King stood there in horror, looking at the screen. "But boss, you can't get past their armour! We have no way of beating them! HE WILL KILL YOU!"

The Dealer sighed again. "Then what are you waiting for king? GO GET ME A KNIGHT!"

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DF  Post #: 12
3/24/2012 15:14:29   
Arachnid
Member

. ."She's awakening! Everybody back up!"

. .Everything was...fuzzy. My head hurt, like someone had stabbed me with something. I couldn't feel my body. Everything was numb. I couldn't move. I was laying on some sort of metal table, with clasps around my hands and feet. I could feel a needle pumping fluids into my arm. i heard something fluttered to the side. I slowly -ever so slowly- opened my eyes. A blinding light was shining from above me, and I was forced to close my eyes again. "W...Where am I?" I croaked.

. ."Everyone relax." It was the whisper of a man's voice, and he seemed to be soothing others, who were probably near me. "You are at an...infirmary. We are trying to help...fix you after what happened. Do you feel any pains?"

. ."W...Wait...W...What happened?" Everyone was silent for a few seconds.

. ."Well... There was a man... He ambushed you, knocked you out and injected you with...something. You were taken to another hospital... We were forced to take you out of their position, so we could give you the utmost care. Now please, do you feel any pains?"

. ."My...head... Is that where he injected me with...whatever he injected me with?"

. ."We believe so. We've tried to counteract the pain by giving you some medicine...It seems to be working, if you aren't screaming in pain... Can you feel anything?"

. ."No."

. ."Good. then it's working. Now, I'm going to dim the light and let you open your eyes. And please, whatever you see, do not panic. Can you promise me that?"

. ."I... I promise."

. ."Alright, dim the light. Keep the restraints tight," He whispered to the others. The light seemed to get dimmer. I cautiously opened my eyes. the light was still there, but much dimmer. I couldn't move my neck, so I could only see the cieling. I tried to make out what was at my peripheral vision, but it seemed...strange. I was surrounded by men dressed in white knight armor, with red crosses on their chests. None of them were moving, but there was some motion going on to the left side of me which I couldn't identify. "Alright now, we're going to slow the medicine flow. It will allow you to move slightly, but you will feel more pain. Are you ready?"

. ."Yes." I tried to sound braver, stronger, but it just came out as a squeak. Instantly I felt a blast of pain. I shouted out, and my vision dimmed. The pain slowly died again, and I could see clearly.

. ."Oh, dear. The process is much more painful than we had initially thought... Get the sedater. Now, Miss, we're going to let you sleep some more. You need the rest. When you wake up, the room will be empty, and you will be able to move more. Alright?"

. ."Wait...I don't want to sleep yet. I want to know who did this, why, what they-"

. ."Goodnight, miss." As the liquid went inside my veins, my vision dimmed, and my head rolled to the side. the last thing I saw before I faded into unconsciousness was the beautiful white feathery wing of an angel.
AQW  Post #: 13
3/24/2012 23:34:34   
Velmur
Member

I was napping. Just napping, I mean, what's wrong with that? Then I heard yelling. I groaned. It was most likely my idiot neighbor screaming at his daughter for sneaking out again. The yelling wouldn't stop, however. I even heard marching. Then I heard my door start to splinter.
"What the-" I started to say, leaping up off my bed to see the door split in two, some weird-looking knight guy walk in.
"What are you doing in my house?" I asked impatiently. When the ex-God of Peace naps, he expects to nap. The knight talked in a strange voice. Almost kinda robotic, but also kinda human-ish. That's when I remembered.
All over the news there had been reports of strange knights seeking out heroes or villains, for different purposes. Some even killed them. Heck, one even burned Dracula. I was kinda glad about that, though.
"We seek your help, Velmur."
What?
"License and registration, please," I joked. The knight said nothing.
"Okay, waddaya want?"
"The Order has heard you like peace."
"I don't just like it; I believe in it. Practice it. Enforce it. And it's a capitol P. Not a lowercase p."
"We wanted you to help us with something. Since you believe in Peace, we wanted you to help us with a project."
"A project?" I asked, my crabbiness starting to fade away. I still wanted to take a nap, though.
"Indeed. To clear Super City of any chaos."
"Sounds good to me. When do I start?"
"Start killing anyone on site."
"WHAT!?" I asked, surprised. I thought this tin man wanted to clear Super City of chaos.
"Indeed. You must kill everyone. Only then will all Peace be brought."
"You idiot. You're thinking the wrong kind of Peace. The Clown kind of Peace. Now leave me alone and get away from this city, or there will be consequences." I was fuming, staring at him with power surging inside of me. This idiot needed to leave me alone.
"If you won't help us, you die." He said emotionless.
"No, you will." I said, punching his idiotic, armored head. His big, ugly, stuffed metallic brain. His head flew off.
Without a head even on his neck, he reached into his armor, pulled out malachite, applied it to his sword, and held it up my neck.
I didn't even need his words to tell me that if I didn't help him, I was dead.
AQ DF MQ AQW Epic  Post #: 14
3/25/2012 0:14:07   
Sir Night
Member

The police had just finished closing off a whole city block. A scene like this wasn't exactly uncommon in Super City, but many people would still stop and try to see what was going on. The police wouldn't give out any information, but animal control people had been seen in the area throughout the day, and the police seemed to have some heavy duty weapons and tranquilizers set up among other things.

Entering a manhole, several officers crawled down into the sewer bringing with them a large chunk of raw meat. Placing the bait, they readied their weapons and waited for the beast to come out.

"Do we know for sure that the creature is even down here?" one of the officers asked.

"Pretty sure," a second one answered, "There have been a lot of sightings reported recently, and..."

They heard something moving through the water, and it seemed to be getting closer. They turned their attention toward the noise and readied their weapons.

"SKREEEEEE"

*BANG*

They heard a splash, then silence. A few seconds later, an unconcious chudling floated by with a tranquilizer dart sticking out of its chest.

"Nice going, Vic."

"Hey, Don't blame me! I couldn't see..."

*SPLASH*

*ROAAARRRRR*

The officers clumsily rolled out of the way, some of them getting pushed into the greenish brown water, as massive reptilian jaws snapped shut in the spot where they had just been standing.

Swamp Croc looked at the humans with irritation. Why couldn't they just leave him alone?! No matter, at least this would save him the trouble of hunting down dinner for tonight.

He started to move in on them but suddenly stopped and glanced around, seemingly staring off into space. He was getting some sort of message from Qyp. It seems something must have happened to the Ringmaster.

Grabbing the meat that the police had brought down as bait, Croc leapt out of the sewer and ran in the direction of the Chaos Carnival, leaving a large hole in the street.

As he headed toward the Carnival he sniffed the air, hoping he could pick up the scent of either Clown or Qyp. He couldn't detect either of them. This wasn't good...

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Post #: 15
3/25/2012 4:39:56   
megakyle777
Member

Chapter 15: A night to remember

The most powerfull thunderstorm in recent years was building up that day. The day that everyone would remember for a long time. The Dealer stood on the very top of Ommicorp Tower, polishing the blade he would weild. It was a thing of beauty, an item The Dealer had been working on for the past three days. It was strangly small for such a blade, but The Dealer knew since The Darkness King was still looking for a knight his only chance would be to look for an opening in the armour. A large blade would be no good here. He needed something small and sharp that could fit into even the smallest hole in his opponent's defense. And he had made this blade so sharp it could cut through things previously thought impossible to break. He just had to move quick and hope he was not hit.

Lightning flashed across the sky as his opponent arrived. "So, this is why you picked this day. Because of a thunderstorm?

The Dealer laughed. "You are a knight in armour leading fellow knights across a crusade to bring down evil and you all speak in an antiquated manner. Don't tell me you don't realise the importance of theatrics? Besides, I want to do this right. One way or another it will be a fight to remember."

The duke sneered "You have no armour to protect yourself and that little pocketknife will not be enough to best me."

"Oh, do not underestimate me Duke. I can take a few hits."

"Then let the battle begin." With that he leapt towards The Dealer swinging his blade with a mighty blow. But he merely vanished. "What devilry is this?" The Duke exclaimed. "Well it's simple really. I'm invisible." replied his unseen adversary. "And it gives me the oppotunity to see what I need to see!" The Dealer looked but could find no opening. He leapt over the Duke's head...Only for him to look up, grab him by the foot and throw him to the other side of the roof.

The Dealer had taken a heavy hit. But the foolish manovere on his behalf had not only warned him that the Duke had some kind of heat vision (Which he could counter easily enough) but had also given him just what he needed. When the Duke looked up there was a slight gap in between the neck area. Small, but enough to fit in the blade. The only problem was how to get him to look up again?

And then it hit him. Of course! He knew exactly how to get him to look up and get the blade in! But he would have to time this perfectly.

The Dealer rushed right at the Duke. As he swung his blade he leapt up and the Duke looked up and tried to grab his foot again. Only for his hand to capture the empty air. Before The So called Dealer rushed him, The REAL Dealer had turned on the Anti Heat Vision Device while he turned on the real looking hologram, which had been modified beforehand to look exactly like him, heat readings and all(And what a hard device to make that was). He had then rushed, truly invisible to the knight, dodged the blade and stuck it right into the exposed flesh. And the instant he did, he pressed the button on it's hilt. The blade extended to three times it's length and peirced The Dealer's opponent right through the brain.

...Or at least it should have. While the device worked, the Duke just laughed. "Really? THAT was your entire plan? Look for a weak spot? Do you think me that weak?" And with that he grabbed The Dealer and flung him again, this time near the edge.

"Well, that was not my ENTIRE plan I'm afraid. I picked this day for more reasons then Theatrics!" The Dealer yelled into a microphone in his suit. "Demon's Shadow, FIRE MAIN LASER! TARGET: THE DUKE!"

With that command, The Demon's Shadow, cunningly hidden in the clouds all this time, fired it's Death Ray, with enough power to level a city. Because of it's parameters when built, it could be made to only harm the target, and so this force of power slammed right into the Duke full on.

He just stood there laughing. And walked slowly towards The Dealer, blade ready to strike.

The Dealer yelled out "Demon's Shadow, Emergency Laser Overdrive. Take lightning from storm to supercharge beam!" The onboard computer replied "WARNING: THIS ACTION WILL DISABLE ALL OF YOUR DEVICES TEMPORARILY DUE TO ELECTRICAL INTERFERENCE. ARE YOU SURE?"
Yes I'm sure. Nothing I have will work on him anyway. Just do it!"

The beam's intensity was blinding now. Thanks to the lightning's raw power and the overdrive the laser could split a small island. The Dealer could not see a thing in front of him, it was so bright. Finally the laser stopped...to reveal that The Duke was standing right in front of The Dealer, unscathed.

And The Dealer knew he was staring his death in the face.

"I will not ask you to spare me."

"I do not intend to."

"Then do it."

Heroes had arrived thanks to the light from the ship, but were too late. The Duke raised his sword to execute him and cut off The Dealer's Head in one blow. The heroes of the city were too horrified to move. They always thought The Dealer was a constant among this place. Picking up the severed head in one hand and the body in the other, amidist a mighty thunderbolt he thriumpantly yelled "THIS IS WHAT WILL HAPPEN TO THOSE WHO DARE DEFY THE BROTHERHOOD OF ORDER! LET IT BE KNOWN THAT SUPER CITY IS DOOMED!"With that, he threw the corpse over the side to fall onto the street below.

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DF  Post #: 16
3/25/2012 7:15:39   
Immortales
Banned


Chapter 16 :Upgrade against the order


GPB just saw the police HQ burn down and the knight there was captured after the knight reportedly rose out and dragged his way out but got stuck in the rocks. But the saddest thing happened he was taken to Eastern police stations his' sword was removed but he fought and was just buried down in chains struggling.

Only one measely hour after the capture he was rescued by another knight and all the APBs and policemen were killed a total of at least 900 policemen died in the station. 800 APBs were destroyed 70% of them were still inactive.
GPB could not take this fact it was in the southern station when this happened GPB ran there desperate to help even without his' arms but it was to late. An APB with 2 police in it's shoulders were running out when Two armored knights stabbed it then slashed the police.

"This is for the order fight against us and even your lower men shall pay the ultimate price." the knight said
GPB was enraged by this. He walked toward the knights at full speed bashing one of them in the armor plate at full speed. GPB's head was deformed by this and he laid down fallen. Then one of the knights stabbed GPB by the chest shutting him down.

The knights ran away from GPB for the building was falling apart. The eastern station fell down burying GPB within it and the other corpses and APBs. The building exploded moments later leaving behind just a pile of ruins.
BZzzit..ZZizzit....BZZzzzt...Hero windows 5000 is turning on....

"Goodbye my sad mortal liven brethren" "To Amy, Stanley, Gorge, Glenn, Sam, Esperanza, Thresh, Tifa, Cloud & Fortuna" "Well those are all the people." says a man in a black jacket with a strange sign on it."


GPB stared at the man.



"Aahh, a live one an APB wait golden eyes I know you the famous GPB the pride & leader of APBs"
GPB stood up seeing it has formed it's own legs and arms made up of golden energy.


"That is holy light it's given to random good things by a friend of mine asleep that guy is actually."

"Okay kinda weird for me talking bout my life i'm err Immortales by the way, and you are?"


GPB stared at him in disbelief.
"OH yes forgot I know you GPB."

"You are aware you have a stab on you're chest protected by a.."


Immortales ran towards GPB taking the arm plate from the knight's armor from there.

"My my a unique blend I know this stuff dangerous almost invincible I know only a few things which could harm this.

GPB looked at the man such knowledge he even knew the ones who died GPB should know since he also memorized their names but GPB was a robot this looked every bit of a man a bit taller than the knights about six foot something.
GPB looked at him and acted out using it's arms as sign language about how everything happened and how GPB needs to bring justice for it's comrades.

"Well hahaha you expect to battle an army of these knights when you could not even bring down one for more than an hour."

GPB stared at him as if saying yes and I need help

"Well sorry if I can't help but these knights would be after me if they know where I am
"Because of that I cannot interfere in any of the battles sure I can kill them yes I can kill them just need their blood even just a drop but that would be hard even to just puncture them."


GPB was now a bit sad but asked using sign language if the guy can help in any other way.

"There is a small thing I can do you have this one arm plate we could armor your knuckles uhmm and I can give you new armor and arms and legs and chestplate and head okay let's just say upgrade."

GPB nodded in agreement and followed Immortales

They walked and walked and the space seemed to move distorted and it felt like they were only walking seconds when they reached the destination.

"Were here the torch of the sacred flame."

And there it was the torch so big and engulfed in flame they went closer and the flame had no heat.
GPB was tempted to touch but he was stopped

"NO not for you bad robot that golden flame may not look or feel hot but trust me if I was'nt --- let's just say it's bad OK."

GPB nodded in agreement.

ON the ground below there were tons of shields, spears, guns, swords etc. Immortales took some of them burned the tip of a spear in the Sacred Flame and suddenly they were in a forge.

"Okay look at these whatdya want?"

What Immortales presented were blueprints of arms and legs. Seriously some were to thin and some to bulky. GPB was sure one of them was for robots the size of skyscrappers.

GPB picked one closest to his' original arms butthey were just really a bit upgradey of things. GPB also picked a chest plate it was in a forward designed to make attacks slide off useful for burning swords of death.

"Alright might take a few days though."

"wait please...."


GPB nodded and Immortales went to work.
Immortales melted the armor plate and and turned it into knuckles. He took on and slammed an iron bar obliterating it into small chunks. GPB was pretty sure that was excellent handiwork the knuckles had small blunt points invisible to the human eye but GPB could see it tons of them.

Immortales then worked on the arms he took five shields and melted it he then summoned his' sythe and cut off one of the three blades but oodly enough it grew back. The circuitry was good and he was done in a jiffy on it not a sweat. The scythe blades were what the wires gears and cicuitry were made of. Immortales was fast and before you know it to arms and two hands were made.

In no time the legs were made and so was the chest plate. He slashed and slashed about 7slashes a second at the chest piece and it had only one scratch. Immortales looked unsatisfied and he melted it again for a new one which after approxiemately 1000 slashes x3 considering the scythe had 3 blades came out without a scratch.

"OKay were done now go on."

Golden energey zapped the parts and connected them to GPB now he looked superb.

"OKay now this"

Immortales took his head piece and replaced it with a new one. GPB still looked like an APB but when he willed enough energy the armor formed into the blueprints' design. GPB nodded and saluted Immortales.

"Oh go on but sorry I can't make you speak holy light thing."
"Okay just for extra power."


Immortales got the spear with the flame and lifted it up. The particles of the flame embedded into GPB's all golden electricity energy source.

"Now leave."

Immortales snapped his' fingers and GPB was gone

GPB then appeared in front of southern police station where everyone was in alarm. 700 APBs outside all active was outside. Southern station was the APB supplier with only 200 mechanics and 100 policemen. There were tanks outside and turrets ready for an attack. An APB came to GPB and said "ready for battle sources say we are the next target 70% chance south 5%chance north 25%west. GPB nodded and went inside ready for the attack.

"Be careful GPB this Brotherhood has been around a long time and they're putting all they got into this mess of Order."

said Immortales now on top of a tall building.


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Post #: 17
3/25/2012 14:43:51   
Shadowlight1
Member

Chapter 17: Moonless Knight

Eclipse glanced up at the many suspended monitors lined up around him. As far as he could tell, the City was going through something that no hero or villain was able to handle.

From what he gathered from the many hidden cameras around the city, as well as the tapped telephone call he obtained from Omnicorp, Clown the Jester, The Dealer, Star Screamer, Goldstein, and others were being targeted by a group of Knights that seemed intent on ridding the World of evil by any means necessary.

Eclipse sighed and turned off all of the monitors. He then walked over to what appeared to be a high-tech closet and stepped inside. There were some mechanical whirls and grinding and when Eclipse stepped out, he was wearing his silver and clear armor.

As the gravitational energy emanated by his body were detected by the armor, it fully activated and the clear sections glowed light blue.

Eclipse stepped outside of his Moon Base and looked down into towards the Earth, he had already made up his mind on what he was going to do. Simply put, a recon mission. Gather any info on these Knights as he could, at best, capturing one.

A moment later, Eclipse's feet met with the afternoon pavement of Super City's Mainstreet. The civilians passing by glanced a few times in his direction, but Eclipse was such a familiar sight in the City now that everyone had gotten used to him already.

"It would be nice if I could find someone to work with..."

Eclipse glanced around and started walking.

"Or better still, it would be nice if I could find one of those knights that's on everybody's minds now."

Almost as if on cue, Eclipse sensed an ominous presence behind him and jumped to the right as a flaming sword split the air where Eclipse was moments before.

"You know, that's not a way to introduce yourself to someone you've never met before. Or is that how knights generally greet each other?"

The knight didn't seem to hear him. He simply pulled his sword to his side and prepared for another attack.

"Also, why are you targeting me? I've been good, and you're trying to eliminate evil are you not?" asked Eclipse

"Do not play games with me knave!" hollered the knight, "within you I sense an evil that is beyond anything that can possibly be comprehended. Such evil can not exist in this world. Prepare yourself, fiend!"

"Evil? Oh, you must mean the spirit of Lunarox. Well, that's something that's beyond my control. His spirit gives me power, but comes at an enormous risk. At least during the new moon. But it's not up to you to judge people, and I do my best to protect this city. And besides, once I finish that new little invention for my Moon Base, I'll be able to control the moon's movement, so all will be good right? So you can just skip on back to Camelot and..."

Suddenly, the knight bounded towards Eclipse yelling, "The evil within you must be destroyed!"

Eclipse held out his palm towards the knight. A burst of gravitational energy was let loose that shook the ground around the knight but the knight himself would not move.

"You resisted my gravity palm? Nobody's ever done that before. Well, I've got a few tricks up my sleeve."

Eclipse charged at the knight, the knight swung his sword, but Eclipse dodged. He then pressed his palm into the knight's chest and backed away. A moment later, cars, rocks, trash cans, everything with a 50 meter radius of the knight was pulled forcibly into the knight as if he were a magnet. In moments, the space that the knight occupied was a large ball of junk.

"Well, that worked out better than I hoped. I'll just take this whole thing with me..."
Eclipse moved towards the mass.

Suddenly, the pile glowed orange and a flaming sword sliced through the junk and it disintegrated. Eclipse cursed as the knight sliced at him once more. Eclipse dodged the blade, but the hilt came down upon Eclipse's head a moment later. Even with a helmet, the blow almost made Eclipse lose consciousness. As the knight prepared for another blow, Eclipse shot a huge burst of plasma lightning from his point-blank range. Nobody should be able to survive something like that.

Eclipse was mistaken however, as the knight smacked Eclipse across his face, shattering part of his helmet and sending him flying.

Seeing stars, Eclipse threw small orbs of light all around him. They exploded in flashes of blinding light during which Eclipse rose into the air.

"This guy...is too strong. No matter what I do, I can't break through his defenses. I need to get more help."

Eclipse turned away and a moment later let out a yell and fell to the ground. The knight moved over to Eclipse's body and pulled the sword that was half-buried in Eclipse's back from it.

"No one, even one with the might of a god can oppose the Order..."

He flipped Eclipse over to his front and bent down over him. "Ah, you're still alive I see. In that case, I may have a much better suited use for you, moon demon."

The knight through Eclipse over his shoulder and walked away.

< Message edited by Shadowlight1 -- 3/26/2012 21:01:51 >
DF MQ AQW  Post #: 18
3/25/2012 19:06:41   
Kinzdor
Member

Chapter 18: The Will

In the Omnicorp Funeral Home, on South Main Street, The Dealers Will was being read. The lawyer was standing on a podium shuffling through the papers that made up The Dealers will. “He leaves his multinational company, in the hands of Darkness King! He leaves the Demons Shadow to Black Angel! Leadership of the Cooler corps goes to White Demon. Leadership of the Anti-Chaos Strike force goes to 2.0! The Dealers pent house suite here in the city, goes to White Demon! If The Dealer somehow cheats Death and returns, everything will be reversed back to him!” The lawyer stuffed the will papers, in his briefcase and steeped down from the podium!

The next day, was a tad awkward at The Omnicrorp Tower. What with, Darkness moving into the Dealer`s office, Black Angel moving into Darkness`s office, and so on. Around noon, Black Angel entered Darkness`s new office! “You wished to see me Darkn errr I mean Boss?” Darkness gestured to a chair, when Black Angel was seated Darkness took a puff of a cigar, and coughed.

“How did The Dealer smoke these things?” With that he threw the cigar in the garbage can. “Ok now first of all, no need to call me boss. Now down to business, as you know The Dealer, was killed by The Duke. Due to this The Brotherhood of Oder are the enemies of Omnicorp. Of course they already were, but the death of The Dealer has made, mine and many others hatred for them grow stronger! The Dealer shall be avenged!” Black Angel sat there in shock.

“We can`t beat them they are to powerful!” Darkness stared at Black Angel, twirling a pen in his fingers.

“Unbeatable? No, impenetrable? Yes, powerful? Yes. Deadly? Yes, close to the powers of Gods? Yes, but nothing is unbeatable! Clown had the power of a god, he was beaten. The foe had enough power to engulf the Earth, yet Pandora beat him. The titans were ancient beings, yet the gods beat them! Though this will not be easy! In fact I imange a full blown war, may break out before we even get close to beating them!”

“Ok so what do you want with me?”

“I need you to spy on them! The R&D team has made a replica of their armor. It looks like there armorer, but it is not impenetrable, so try, to stay out of battles best you can!” Darkness then pulled a stack of papers, out of his IN box. “Now please, head to R&D, I have paperwork to do!”


< Message edited by kinzvlle -- 3/25/2012 22:03:13 >
AQ DF MQ AQW Epic  Post #: 19
3/25/2012 19:31:06   
monster116
Member

Chapter 19 : Fried Chicken

Qyp regains consciousness...

*cough* "Where am I?"
Qyp questioned as he was floating in zero gravity space...

"I can't move!" Qyp said as he can't feel his body.. he was numb!

From the never ending space came 3 flying objects... they dont look like objects... well not anymore when they got closer..

They were 3 crusaders with weird armor and all equipped with a flaming sword

"There he is.."
One of the crusaders said as they approached Qyp..

"Who?.. What are you? What have you done to me?"
Qyp questioned the crusader infront of him..

"You are under a sleep paralysis.."
The Crusader responded while sheating his flaming sword...

"Sleep whatasis?"
Qyp said..

"Enough with the questions... Our turn to ask!"
The other crusader joined the conversation.

"You know Clown The Jester am I not right?"
The crusader asked.

"Ringmaster!? Where have you took him to! What have you done to him!?!"
Qyp asked as he tried to move... but cannot..

"Now, If you wish not to follow your master's path.. Tell us where your master hid the Coin!"
The crusader asked..

"What coin!? Ringmaster has alot of coins! A token to the world of fun?, A dime he stole from Abraham Lincoln?, Or is it the Coin he used to buy our ice cream a year ago? but ended up stealing it... the ice cream man said the coin wasn't enough.. poor him.."
Qyp replied as he was smiling..

The Crusader unsheated his flaming sword. As he punched Qyp in the face!

"We do not tolerate jokes."
The Crusader said with a mean voice.. "Speak!" it said.. "Where is the coin?" The crusader repeated..

"I KNOW NOT OF RINGMASTER'S WALLET!! HONESTLY!!"
Qyp said as he smiled again.

The Crusader slashed Qyp's body leaving behind a mark that was still burning his flesh...

"OOERAHGHH!"
Qyp growled in pain..

"Aghh... Grrr.. "
Qyp tried to speak but he could not handle the pain..

"You will speak... "
The Crusader said..

"uggh.. the... the hell is with this... this bucket heads.... I'm telling the truth!"
Qyp said as he tried to ignore the pain...

In a blink of an eye another crusader landed a falcon punch on Qyp's wound.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"
Qyp screamed in pain..

"YOU GUYS DONT UNDERSTAND ENGLISH DONT YOU??!"
Qyp said as he cried in pain...

The crusaders were whispering to each other..

"Could it be he is saying the truth?"

"We cannot be sure... we will keep him here til he speaks."

"Affirmative.."

The crusaders now left Qyp as they floated to the never ending space of darkness...

"HEY!!!"
Qyp screamed as he was in pain.. "I'M HUNGRY!!! FEED ME!! YOU DO WANT ME TO SPEAK? RIGHT?!! DO YOU WANT ME TO DIE HERE WITH THIS WOUND!?" Qyp added as he smiled...

A piece of fried chicken leg came flying and went straight to Qyp's mouth..

"argfmff ... hmmjust what I neededrghmm.."
Qyp said as he was chewing the fried chicken..

His wound began to heal... THE FRIED CHICKEN HAS EPIC HEALING POWERS!!
AQW Epic  Post #: 20
3/25/2012 23:38:02   
Question Mark?
Member

Chapter 20: The Forest (Accompanying song: http://www.youtuberepeat.com/watch/?v=kK5AohCMX0U&feature=related)

The ground was wet from the early spring rains. The air was warm, and moist, though not humid. Leaves littered the forest ground, brown and decayed. Small creatures flitted through the underbrush, nearly soundless. The sun, providing only enough light to see the nearby forest, was concealed by clouds. The wind that caressed the weeping willow trees that stood like sorrowful sentinels within the calm of the forest was pleasant, not tumultuous, and carried an air of tranquility about it. The earth was dark and stained with patches of bright green moss and vines. The trees were tall, and formed a light canopy. The sun was not bright enough to create beams of light, so a soft luminance shone from the treetops, blending with the ambient light, and making it seem that the forest was providing our traveler with light of its own. The forest was thick here, even this high up the mountain, and as the air began to cool, the willow trees became shrouded in an ethereal fog.
It was cold now, and the leaves of the trees shuddered silently, as if they too did not wish to disturb the peace provided by this place. The wind picked up, but even it could not dispel the shroud that served to conceal this glorious realm of life and poetic beauty from the world below. The mountain was steep, and trees stuck out at bent angles from the surrounding ground, pressing themselves against the sky. At last, the steep incline began to level out, and a clearing was reached. The trees thinned slightly and then stopped, at the banks of a body of water. Amidst the fog was a small lake, still and crystalline, reflecting the grey of the sky. There was slight movement beneath the water, suggesting that fish of some sort inhabited it, or perhaps some sort of amphibious creatures, but it too was silent. Not mourning, but meditating. Just across it was the object of the wanderer’s desire. An unembellished stone sarcophagus crafted from solid granite.
It was rectangular, and stood up from the mossy ground as if some seismic motion of the earth had pulled it from the soil an age ago, and it had stood here ever since, gathering moss and dirt. At each corner of the tomb, and at its center, were tall black candles, lit with a dark green flame that flickered unearthly shadows over this resting place of the dead. They did not crackle, bid simply shuddered silently, subtly, casting their beautiful shadows and contributing to the ambiance of the place. A chanting echoed through the wood. At first it was unnoticeable, but it grew, sprouting like a seed or spore, and soon enveloped the entirety of the clearing, seeping into its every pore, and yet somehow remaining more tranquil than the silence. The chant was an old one. Older than the traveler could possibly remember, although its words sounded strangely familiar. It was Latin, and sounded almost Gregorian, although its meaning was not religious. It was a song of remembrance, and a song of an age long forgotten. A song of the time when we were but dreams and when the Earth was claimed by the long dead and the forgotten, and when they might return to claim their realm once more.
The traveler trod quickly across the moss, circling the edge of the alike and quickly coming to the object of his desire. Our traveler, however, wore a costume most unlike that of his peers and fellows. He was clad in armor gleaming, shining a bright silver, even in the most limited sunlight. His helmet was tall and plumed, and his breastplate bore the image of a silver circle, within which was a small square. The portion of the circle not occupied by the square was embellished with a series of vine like designs, masterfully engraved into the metal of the armor. His form luminesced slightly with a dirty golden light, and he stood with strength and purpose. A long blade with a simple though obviously costly golden hilt was held in one hand, trailing off at his side though not quite touching the ground. Finally, he stood directly before the stone sarcophagus and spoke. The tongue which he used was old, but not as ancient as the chanting which so permeated the surrounding atmosphere. The words that he spoke were much like the following, although an exact translation is not possible, as the language spoken was much unlike our own.

“Thursday. You who walk and trace the soft threads of time and sleep eternally within the contours of the furthest reaches of space. The sleeper and the waker. The watcher and the observed. The ask and the answer. The gate and the key, Deep within the furthest reaches of the vast and dark ocean of space, within the furthest crevices of the cosmic abyss of time, you taste the ichor of celestial bodies as they trail across the flesh of the universe, and drink the nectar of the stars that serve as the soft and elegant watchers of the black and nebulous realm that is known as the DreamTime, and bathe within the ink that drips from the ensanguined umbra of the moon’s eclipse. I have come here, to the most tranquil of places, to the realm undisturbed by the unworthy, to the place that is gone from all of those who seek not to remember, to rouse you from your slumber for the moments allowed to me to inquire as to the vast and unknown, and to observe and remember the knowledge bestowed upon me for the strange aeons to come. Thursday, I call you from the cold embrace of Death to welcome upon me a new age of enlightenment and understanding. Thursday, I call for the ask and the answer, the gate and the key, and the all in one and one in all. The unified. The Broken. The touched by those who seek to Observe. Thursday.”

His voice was soft and soothing, like a calm and cool rain after a raging inferno, dousing the rage and hatred and producing a tranquility that could not otherwise be achieved except by stepping to the edge of disaster and leaping from the precipice into the vast and uncharted realms below. Allowing natural providence to guide you to your final destination. Only death could be so calm. He was answered.

“I am Lord Thursday, who waits beyond the veil. He who was the puppet of one beyond but escaped to cut his own strings. The puppet that worked itself, made itself dance, and when the time came, threw itself into its own funeral pyre. What is it that you require?”

“Tonight, the wicked are to burn beneath the feet of the righteous. The evil are to be made to suffer for their deeds and their bodies will fall to pave the way for a new age, a golden age, of peace, prosperity, and all that is good. Those who defy us will by marked as guilty, and their judgment shall be swift. All of those who seek to bring peace and justice to this world will join us, and out holy crusade shall smite all suffering from this world.”

“And yet, you have allowed yourself to take the life of another. Your ideals are not shared. You may not enforce them upon others, and above all you may take no life. These edicts are universal, and yet in your quest to apply more stringent morals you have yourself crossed one of the only moral boundaries applicable to all that inhabit this world, and those who inhabit any other. If this is truly your quest, you have already failed.”

“But this is not all. One of the most wretched of creatures, those who will be the first to be cleansed by the bright flame of our Brotherhood, has stolen from us the very token that symbolizes our mission.”

“As such he should be made to return what he has stolen. Nothing more. Nothing less. This, you know and have known since your quest began. Your actions and your beliefs cannot impact the lives of others if they are forced upon them. To heal the people you must first be sure that you can understand them. To relive their pain you must experience it. And to hear their struggles you must first yourself struggle.”

“Your words come too late, and upon deaf ears. Your followers and those who were once your peers will be the next to fall once the cities are cleansed of crime and corruption. First the befouled, then the weak, and then the heretics, and finally the bringers of death.”

“It seems then, that you would wish to exterminate more than simply the element that causes your immediate woes.”

“Of course, you know as well as, and possibly better than, any other within this world that pain and greed exist as long as there is life.”

“And yet, you are again not as correct as you believe. Time has not improved your memory my brother, nor your capacity for reason. And yet I feel that my word will do no good. No matter for how long I implore, your crusade, in the end, is all that drives you to impact the world within which you live. Farewell brother. It is a pity that our reunion would have such grave circumstances. May your quest serve you well.”

“And you, my brother. It is unfortunate that you and your people to must burn. This, though, I fear, is the price of cleansing the evil from this world.”

“Of course, but when the time comes, know that I will fight to the last, and for me, death cannot be brought swiftly. It has, of course, already come.”

“I know. Until we meet again.”

“Of course.”

The traveler, crusader of the Brotherhood of Order, stood from the moss where he had been kneeling and, brushing the dirt and plant life from his greaves, turned into the woods and disappeared into the fog. The crusade would soon begin. Lives and deeds would be weighed by the golden scales of the avengers, the liberators, and the guilty would be punished. Cities and grime-filled places of debauchery would be put to fire and the sword. The flame of cleansing would burn the evil from this world, and the holy light of the Brotherhood would serve as a guide to those who remained. The evil would be slaughtered. The cities would be razed. The guilty would be punished.


< Message edited by Question Mark? -- 3/25/2012 23:55:29 >
AQ DF AQW  Post #: 21
3/26/2012 2:50:43   
primalvoldo
Member

Chapter 21: Regaining Energy

Two golden guards were patrolling the Order's cells. they were walking to one particular cell at the time. One of the guards spoke to the other nervously.

"Are you sure we have to check on him right now, I thought it was at 5:36"

"The boss wants to make sure that he is still in his rested state"

They reached the cell door and slide open the viewing bar, they found Voldo finishing off two plushies that looked exactly like the Brotherhood's armour. He had been making Knight Plushies since the time he woke up and had around 92 plushies hanging around the side of his cell.

"It's kind of creepy how he is just making the same rag doll over and over again"

"What do you expect him to do, watch paint dry?"

"No I mean by how he isn't being really creative on how he is making the same person"

"Probably because he has no inspiration, and the fact the only people he has seen are us"

They both fell quiet for half a minute when all of a sudden a small poof of smoke appeared in Voldo's hands, the knights prepared themselves for any oncoming attack, but instead of any sword or chainsaw, a plushie that resembled the Dealer appeared in his hands, before their eyes they thought they saw a purple and red tear drop from Voldo's eye.

"Do you think he knows?"

"I'm pretty sure he has been able to sense it"

"We shouldn't hang around, what if his rage makes want to lunge on us?"

"Relax, he is still in his weakened state, after his most resent battle he still has quite a time to recharge his power, plus the fact that his facial expression looks depressed, it's the grins and the angry throwns that you have to watch out for"

"Wait how were you able to know his emotion, his entire face is shrowded under his hood exept his eyes?"

"If you look carefully you can see his mouth"

"Oh yeah I see it, anyway we should head off, we know he is still weak"

"Agreed we'll return to our quarters"

The knights shut the visor and walked off, as they walked one of the guards spoke again.

"When he gets his power back what will happen then?"

"No need to worry, the boss is already making an energy retracter that is supposed to take energy from him, he may be too powerful for his energy to decrease but the power from the retractor is just enough for Voldo's power to not increase, leaving him with his power unable to move up"

The other guard nodded and headed off




Voldo heard all of the conversation that the knights talked about, he sighed with grief and lowered his head towards the little Dealer plushie and played with its small arms and legs for a bit.

Voldo knew some other things that were happening, he knew that the Order had Lady Zafara in some sort of doctors room and he knew that Qyp's chamber was just down the hall from were he was. He himself got Qyps message aswell as all the other carnies but alas he couldn't do anything about it, he was already captured!

He still didn't know the wherabouts of Clown's chamber or if Clown even had a chamber in the first place, maybe he was being too difficult to move around and maybe was still being lugged towards the Orders castle, palace, base thingiemajig. Voldo spoke quietly to himself.

"I'm not sure what will happen myself if I get the chance to get back my full power, I have yet to decide whever to attempt to destroy as much forces as I can or stay nice and polite.
"The loss of the Dealer is a great loss, but he would've wanted to be killed by a powerful force I suspect....either that or old age,
but I will have to stay calm for it is just a part of the Orders plan...After all Order shouldn't be confused with the side of Good. But if they continue killing beloved friends, allies and the other ones who are just good at making conversation then they'll make it harder for me to control my fragile temper..."
AQ DF MQ AQW Epic  Post #: 22
3/26/2012 16:29:43   
star screamer
Member

Chapter 22: (insert clever chapter name here)

Star sat in his thrown room thinking about this brotherhood threat.

"Maybe if he asked politely I may have helped... well, maybe not, but I have to
admit, it would have been hilarious to see a knight say 'pretty please with a cherry on top' HA HA!"

Star thought for another moment and said, "You know what, I should mess with that medieval
vigilant's head! Ooh hilarious! Actually, I have a much better idea! HA HA HA HA HA HA!"

Star then, in a raven purple domish, thingy, ma giger, poofed away, just like that!

Star wasn't suspecting this, but the chivalrous knight had no honor, oh no he did not!
He had saw the dome and before Star could even walk out of it, he had stuck his cross
in it, and Star transported to Earth with the cross sticking right through his chest.

"Oh...(cough) you sly dog, (cough)" Star managed to choke, "I have to admit, not even I had thought
a knight, who's supposed to have so much of this honor, to pull a fast one like this, in all my years I've never..."

"Demons don't deserve an honored fall."

"But doesn't mean they should go down alone..."

Star then grabbed the knights arm, then lifted his other up and his nails extended, and he cut straight
through the knights helmet. The knight just laughed.

"You fool, you think I wouldn't have blessed my armor before letting you attempt to claim my soul in Hell?"

"I must of forgot... then again... Hey Darkyn!"

The knight then plopped to the ground and in walked in the mysterious Darkyn fellow holding a massive
club.

"Ha! Unlike you, I have honor! But Darkyn, he does not! Who am I kidding? I don't either!"

Darkyn was a short man with green eyes, long brown hair, and pointed teeth. He wore a silver suit and pants, and mentioned
before, held a massive mace. He had a black insignia over one of his eyes and a small satanic pentagram on the left side of his neck...
or was it his right... Well it was Star's left.

"Have you met Darkyn? Of course you haven't! He's a vampire, tries to keep that a secret though, he's my inside guy! HA HA!"

Darkyn smiled, revealing his teeth to the fallen knight.

"Hey Star!"

"Yeah, Darkyn?"

"You have a cross in your chest!"

"Owchy!" Star said, then teleported himself and Darkyn back to Hell, leaving the fallen knight.

The knight waited until the purple dome had faded, then he stood up, not a dent in the helmet.
He had faked it. He knew that he will get another chance... sooner or later.

A little side note: Never piss a demon off, he'll kill you.
Another side note: Don't steal Star's mints.
A third side note: Oh and Darkyn belongs to Darkyn2 on HS if you want to find him
for one reason or another.

< Message edited by star screamer -- 3/26/2012 16:30:24 >
AQW  Post #: 23
3/27/2012 7:08:43   
Clown the Jester
Member

While awaiting his daily dose of gut wrenching torture and savage beating, Clown the Jester would find means to occupy his mind and time within his small cell. Sometimes he would simply tell Jokes to himself…breaking to fits of laughter as he says punch line after punch line. Time. Heh heh heh. That was a good one. Clown the Jester had lost complete track of time during his little stay in the prison of the Brotherhood of Order.


Since his prison had a controlled setting of light (which took the form of darkness besides a few lit torches scattered down the tunnels and passages that gave a dim glow.) Without the cold shine of the sun or the warm glow of the moon...well, seconds turned to minutes and minutes turned to hours and hours turned to days faster and faster. For some reason, Clown the Jester had the impression he had been the Brotherhood’s captive for three days.


Clown the Jester was never one to care much for time…well usually. Sometimes Clown the Jester loved keeping track of all those funny sounding units of time with an old pocket watch he found in his pocket the day his mind was reborn in his baptism of green light and energy. The day the past present and future became one and none. When everything became mixed up like soup.


Some days he would stare at that strange dusty old time keeper and record all those seconds, milliseconds, nanoseconds, and yoctosecond. HOO HOO! He loved saying that last one. Such a funny sounding word. Yocoto Yocoto! HEE HEE HEE! YOCOTO!


Once again…sometimes Clown the Jester loved to tell time…heh heh…didn’t like to be late. But other times…well…the very idea of time made Clown the Jester as hot as a…hee hee…steam kettle. The kinda kettle one would use for tea. Heh. Clown the Jester’s mind just couldn’t grasp the concept of time. How could one describe time? Ya couldn't see it...smell it...touch it. In spite of it's Jokes...ya couldn't truly kill time...ya can throw a Clock out the Window but ya still can't make it fly.


The very concept seemed like…well…as all things did….a Joke. Other times Clown the Jester felt he fully grasped the point of time…it was still a Joke…but it was a Joke that made sense…heh…well…as much sense a crazy could make sense. But where was he?


Uh…hm…something about…uh…OH YES! His current little predicament. He was reasonably sure the Brotherhood’s base of operations was located inside a network of connected tunnels and caves near the Ingiru Mountain Ranges.


The Clown remembered fading in and out of consciousness from being dragged off by the Crusader. He was reasonably sure he was snow…and maybe a mountain. Or it could have been another one of Clown the Jester’s memories being scrambled with over events of his past life…maybe…who the HELL knew anymore. Defiantly not the Clown. That’s for sure.


Not much for the Harlequin to do in his cell. He would wait in his prison for a few hours…or…maybe minutes? Then a Crusader would drag him out of his cell and test another form of torture to get Clown the Jester to spill the beans.


Today’s special surprise was having his head dunked into a pot of boiling oil and being hung up by his thumbs. Yesterday he was whipped for an hour or two, and had his arms and limps stretched by some sort of a torture device that used ropes and weights.


Painful…but everything was painful for Clown the Jester nowadays. Actually…sometimes the Clown could find some comfort in the tortures of the Crusaders. Helped distract the Harlequin from his more routine pains. The Clown couldn’t remember a single moment of his existence that he didn’t feel the physical and mental pains of paying the price of being him.


It was difficult to move what with his arms being bound the far wall of his prison by two large chains that gave off a mysterious glow. As far as Clown the Jester could tell, the chains were made up of the same indestructible material that composed the armor of the Brotherhood of Order’s Crusaders. The Chains had another property….something that prevented Clown the Jester from using his lovely powers.


This was kinda inconvenient for two reasons.

1. He couldn’t teleport or use his powers to leave his cage.

2. He couldn’t use his molecular regeneration powers to heal his possibly fatal injuries. How tedious!

Clown the Jester had been losing quite a large amount of blood, the wounds on his back from his earlier flogging had not healed yet and every motion would reopen the cuts. His face’s complexion was a slightly darker white from the burns over his body. His side had not healed properly from being stabbed by the Crusader’s spicy hot of a sword.


And judging by the unnatural crooked angle of his left thumb....the increases in hallucinations and blurred vision…Something was rotten in the state of Denmark.


“The Coin...Coin…Coin,” The Harlequin whispers, whipping his blood stain stained hands on the floor of his cell…his blood. He begins to sing to himself. “Where is the money? Where is the money? Where is that bit of Moo-lah that we all need to get along? YEAH!”


There were two reasons why Clown the Jester had held out on giving away the location of the Medallion of Jericho. First of all…no way anyone could break Clown the Jester any further with mere torture and intimidation. And second…Clown the Jester had no idea where he left the bloddy thing.


Where did he hide it? As usual, the Clown’s memories were already twisting and distorting. He stole the talisman from within the deepest bowls of the Ingiru Ruins just two weeks ago. The Clown remembered hiding it somewhere for safe keeping to keep Drakkoniss from finding it before the Harlequin could have his fun.


But hey, Clown the Jester had gone through much worse. No lie. No Pain, no Game. And The Game was worth all the pain in the world. Wasn’t it? The Clown could take the torture…no problem. Sticks and Stones and all that. Heh heh.


Clown the Jester begins to absent mindedly ponder over incorporating the sticks and stones sayings into The Game.


“WHY…I could use giant boulders and the tree trunk of a red wood to...to…,” Clown the Jester exclaims to no one but himself (Who happens to be his favorite person to talk to.) “TO CRUSH THAT SELF RIGHTOUS DO GOODER’S BONES TO DUST!”


The odds of the plan actually working was minimal at best. Heh…but still…it would be a funny Joke. Imagine the look on Drakkoniss’s face as hundred tons of rock and wood plummets down on him. Clown the Jester’s head begins to jerk and shake with uncontrollable excitement and delight. He begins to giggle with glee, raises his head and breaking into his trademark shriek of laughter.


“WA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!”


Once again with a single thought Clown the Jester’s surroundings change in his perspective. He isn’t being tortured by a secret society of knights and being held prisoner as the damages of his injuries and wounds bring him closer and closer to the grave. NO SIR! He’s merely having a long stay in a resort in the mountains. HEE HEE.


A fun resort that takes those comforting extra measures to keep their guest Clown the Jester nice and safe. How thoughtful and delightful of em. Heh heh heh…and what nice actives they provide for the Harlequin. Scuba diving in hot oil, nice beatings, free cuts and bruises. And best of all…imagine what his absence was doing to Drakkoniss. Bet the ‘Champion of Good’ was going crazy trying to figure out where the Clown was. Worrying over the Ringleader of Chaos. And best of all…as long as Clown the Jester was in captivity of the Brotherhood of Order…he had all the time in the world to come up with more pranks, gags, and Jokes to spring on Drakkoniss and his Super City.


“THIS IS GREAT!” Clown the Jester screams out, his voice echoing off the wall of the caverns. “SO NICE HERE…I MIGHT NEVER LEAVE!”


Two Brotherhood of Order Guards approach his cell door, entering his new domain and seizing him by his arms, unfastening his chains. They drag him down the passageways…a maze of corridors.


“HEE HEE HEE HEE HA HA HA!”


They bring him into the torture chamber. A large figure dressed in black with the mask of an executioner stands there. Like a statue. His eyes burn like two hot coals.


“HOO HOO HOO HOO HOO!” Clown the Jester laughs as they strap his arms and legs to the table. The Executioner draws out a dagger that had a dried layer of Clown the Jester’s blood from an earlier meeting.


“WHERE…IS…THE COIN?” The Executioner demands, plunging the blade into the Clown’s chest.


Blood leaks from Clown the Jester’s body, but the Clown doesn’t even flinch. His mine has gone off to that place where he is trapped within his own madness…blocking him off from any other emotion. The two guards exchange confused glances as the Clown’s laughter breaks into a shriek of delight.


“WA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!”

AQW Epic  Post #: 24
3/29/2012 0:26:25   
Goldstein
Member

Chapter 24, if you are so inclined to believe that all of these entries occur chronologically, which I find doubtful, but whatever, believe whatever you wish, but here we go...

The Brotherhood is all impressive, I must say. The regret I feel over joining them is subsiding every second as I tour the immaculate hallways, passing by scientists with the red cross on their lab coats. I look out the occasional window and see a commanding view of the Super City skyline. The city looks like a chessboard, every square occupied by a pawn, ready to come tumbling down.

"How have I never noticed this place before?" I asked as Sir Torquemada and I passed through a massive hallway with tall, arched columns and glittering stained glass. People sat in dark mahogany pews and flipped through ancient-looking scrolls. "And why does it seem bigger from the inside than it does, you know...outside?"

Sir Torquemada laughed at my childish innocence, removing a peppermint from a small pouch on his belt and popping it into his mouth. "People see what we wish them to. Perception, Doctor. Perception is the key."

The choir was just starting up a Gregorian Chant as we exited the hallway.

"You will commute to and from our headquarters," Sir Torquemada said as we continued to walk forward. There were no stairs. That puzzled me. We were in a tower, but it was set up as a singe-story compound. Perceptions, right?

"Your duties will range from specialized projects to general field aid to direct combat. You are skilled with the bow-staff, am I to assume?"

I sniffed and rolled the condensed weapon between my fingers, like a pen. "You can assume so, yes. I have a question, why on Earth approach me. You obviously have enough personnel as it is."

The knight said nothing. We rounded a few corners in silence, then passed through a rather heavy-looking iron door. Our surroundings immediately became stony, medieval. Torches were fixed to the walls. Atmosphere matters, I suppose. I could hear the squeak of iron doors in the distance.

We stopped outside one cell, solid door, no gaps or spaces. Two guards stoically stand by.

Sir Torquemada turned to me, and slid a black executioner mask over his face. "I chose you because you are one of these...Smashers. You understand them. I'll be back in a moment."

He entered the cell, and I caught nothing but a color, purple. I knew instantly.

I awkwardly stood with the guards, rubbing my hands together, not talking. What do you talk about when you can hear enraged screams and delirious laughter, muffled, yes, but right next to you? Besides, his words weighed heavy on my mind. I understood the likes of the Clown? Maybe a little, but still...to think of it gave me shivers.

He emerged five minutes later, spotted with blood, his blade in the same condition. "He refuses to speak, even under the greatest strains," he said, wiping the blade clean on one of the guard's chest-plate. "First assignment, Doctor. Make him tell you where he hid our coin. Try your hand." He offered me the blade, but I shook my head and entered the cell.

My heart was beating very hard. I know it's almost impossible, but I was certain it was going to break on my ribs.

There was Clown the Jester. He was strung up by his wrists, his feet barely touching the blood-splattered floor. His white skin accentuated his wounds. Clothes in tatters, face a mess. And yet I felt not a twinge of sympathy for him. I felt the urge to take my scalpel and cut his throat right then and there. But I had a feeling that would be frowned upon.

It took a few moments for my presence to register a response on his face. "Oh, hello there bird man!" he said. "Nice to meet you! Got lost in here? Flew through a window and couldn't get back out? Me too!"

He opened his mouth wide, medically impossibly wide, and let out a frame-shaking, blood-chilling laugh. A crazy cackle, a grim guffaw.

"No, not a bird. I'm a doctor, Clown. I'd like to talk."

Clown twisted his head to the side. I was reminded of an owl, for some odd reason. "Doctors? Oooh, I love doctors! I've met so many, I've got all the answers memorized! Yes, no, I like to watch the flames glow. Yay, nay, you're gonna pay. But really now, why are you here? Are the Knights of the Round Table trying to brainwash me? Or bore me to deeeath? They're not even bothering me with questions or torture chambers anymore! They just like to take little bits out of me, and who can blame them?"

The mask hid the smile that had somehow wormed its way onto my face. For some odd reason, I could not act serious around the infamous Harlequin.

"No, I just want to talk, Clown. Maybe you can ask me a few questions." I pulled up a stool and sat down, but not too close. Not within spitting range.

A sly grin crossed Clown's face. "Why the mask? Got some crazy scars under there? One of your patients slice you up?"

"No, it's for my privacy."

He let out another insane laugh, and yelled triumphantly, "I knew it! I knew you were that doctor! What's your name again, Bronzestein?"

My throat closed up. I couldn't say anything to dispute him. I doubt I would have been able to convince him otherwise.

"Silverstein? Rubystein? Or maybe Goldenstein! Ah, yes, Goldenstein! You made that LEECH doo-hickey. You're quite the monster, might I say."

"I am no monster," I hissed. Any humor this guy was capable to exuding ceased to exist to me. "You are. You're the one claiming innocent lives. Now, where's this Coin the Brotherhood is so interested in?"

Clown shook his head, mockingly sad. "Oh, naive. Why talk about dull old money when we can talk about you. You so easily forget the lives YOU'VE taken. Over a thousand, right? And why? For nothing! I do it for a reason, at least! I do it for the Joke!"

"The Joke, some insane ideal you've invented to justify your actions. You're really failing to impress me, Clown," I said coldly.

"You've been hanging around with Drakky too much!" Clown said with a suck of his teeth. "You're just repeating the same gobble-gook he always says. And you're nothing like those heroes. So strange, Doctor Goldenstein, that you fight your allies, we freaks!"

"I am no freak!"

It was hard to tell if the pity on his bruised, disfigured face was genuine or not. "You're screwy in the head, just like me, just like all of us. They look down on you, they just hide it, cause they're polite. I'll give them that, they sure do have table manners while they eat their hearts out! WHOO HOO HOO HA HA HA! I mean, look at you! Mass murderer, loony, part robot! It's a wonder they let you walk around without a leash. Then again, maybe they do have you on leash. Take your meds today, Strebbie? Did Sasha, or Sally, or whatever your little lover's name is, did she remind you? Hm? HEE HEE HEE HA HA HA HA WHA HA!"

"Sh-shut u-up!" I yelled, throwing my mask to the ground and grabbing his lapels.

"Oooh, a stammerer! C-can y-yyyou l-ll-et guh-guh-go of my s-s-sssuit? WHEE HE HEE WA HA HA HA!"

He spat right into my eye, causing me to rear back, giving him the opportunity to kick me in the stomach with both his feet. I went flying backwards, and hit my head on a side of the stool.

"TIIIIIMBER! WE STRUCK GOLD!" Clown shrieked, tears of mirth rolling down his face.

I slowly picked myself up, reattached the mask, and dusted myself off.

"Good session Doc! Same time, same place, next week! We can talk about your dead parents!"

The guards had to restrain me as I struggled to cut into Clown with a scalpel. He just laughed and laughed.

Sir Torquemada shut and locked the door, then turned to me, a smile playing on his lips. "Very eager, dear boy, that's good. Do you need a moment?"

I drew a breath to steady myself. I had let my emotions slip out from under my control. That was dangerous for me. It could trigger an episode. "No, Sir. Is there more to see?"

"Oh, yes, we have one specimen, one bat wing, one angel wing, very curious, I'd like you to speak with her as well, but in a different capacity..."

And I left the howling of that damned madman far behind me, until it was just a soft whisper behind a solid wooden door.



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