Superhero Anarchy

James was getting suited up in the morning, prior to the trip to Possibility City, to talk to Team Mutant X to alert them of the scare against mutants presented by the \'peaceful\' pro-peace government. James was pulling his black boots over his padded green pants. His white tank top and his green mask, covering over his eyes. He stood up, he was ready to go. He sighed, looking to Hurricane. \"I hope you\'re right, that TMX will know how to solve this problem.\"

Hurricane nodded, she knew to the best of her ability that TMX would do whatever they could to help James and his team with this issue, it was a large issue, especially if they recovered them from the Governmental building that Rayvin infiltrated. \"Dont worry, if anyone can do it, its us. 2 members or none.\" She said positively.

Walking through the door, dressed in black pants, black tanktop, and a black leather jacket, Daggers riding the belt of her pants, who knew what else she had on her person as she walked into the room. \"We ready to go yet? Im itchin to get some action!\" She rubbed her hands together excitedly. \"Hey Hurricane, Im sorry about last night. Rayvin just needs some time, thats all.\"

Hurricane looked away from Jennifer, the last thing she wanted to think about was Rayvin, maybe it was just a little crush that would pass on. She was just attracted by his mystery. Attracted by his aura, his body? She shook her head clean of the thoughts that were going through her head. \"We\'ll go when James is ready.\"

James looked calm, like the leader he was. He looked. \"Jennifer, get your bike ready. Hurricane and I will fly above, you\'ll bike the highway.\" He said as he exited the room, stopping at Kevin. \"Where\'s Duane?\"

Kevin shrugged. \"He went to patrol, you know how he is when he gets bored.\"

James sighed lightly. \"Make sure he doesnt spend the night in jail, please.\"

Kevin nodded, he smirked. \"He took that new guy with him.\"

James shook his head. \"Okay, make sure they dont leave the streets bathed in blood, those two people should not be teamed together to do much of anything. If they get in trouble, I trust you will help them erradicate whatever is in their way from getting home.\"

Kevin smirked \"You know me James, I errad...er... I ... umm, well you know. I break stuff.\" He said with a nod. Smirking with a confident gleam. James patted him on the chest.

\"Good, you keep charge big guy, we\'ll contact you when we get to Possibility City.\" James said, followed by
Hurricane out the door. Jennifer was waiting out in the street on her Hog, her modified harley davidson, gun turrets that popped out of the gas tank, and an auto-drive system just incase she had to do some, hands on work.

\"Hurry up you guys! I wanna get going already!\" She reved the engine of her bike a couple times. She smirked. as her hair blew in the wind, she was excited about getting to go out for a change. Hurricane and James soon walked out. James looked upto the sky, it was 5:30, just as they had planned to leave, the four hour trip to the city would be made in short time, especially if Jennifer was riding her hog. Speed limits were just suggested rates of speed as far as she was concerned.

James flew up into the sky \"Lets go.\" He said, slowly followed by Hurricane as they took off. Jennifer quickly followed their pace from her bike. She looked to them before they were too far for her voice to carry \"If we get a change of plans, just let me know.\"

James nodded simply. \"Okay Jen.\" he said as continued his climb into the sky. \"Just make sure you\'re not straying off on your own.\" He said as he flew off.

Jennifer just shook her head. \"Im not going to stray off on a highway, goof.\" Her super-enhanced hearing allowing her to hear what James was saying, when he was hundreds of feet in the air.

Duane sat perched on a rooftop, his hair blowing in the wind, his eyes peering through the tiny holes in his draping red and black mask, it too blowing against his face into the wind. He looked upto Vincent, who was decked hin his grim reaper-esque atire. \"So, Vincent. Where\'s gonna be some hot spots in the city tonight?\"

Vincent stood simply, his hood and cape blowing in the incredibly windy day, his scythe, hidden under his cloak. He stood tall, looking down to Duane. \"Depends, what do you mean by hot spots, the spots where the streets will be flooded with the blood and pain and death, or hot spots where there will be criminal activity.\"

Duane looked upto Vincent, peering at him, almost wierded out from under his mask. \"Okay dude, you seriously weird the fuck out of me.\" He said looking. \"What about over there.\"

Two guys obviously stood to try to break into an closing shop. Duane\'s power of slowened sight activated on a whim as he looked at the shop. The owner standing at the counter, his hands in the air, pleading for his life. as the criminal held a shotgun to his face. Duane walked to the back of the rooftop he was standing up on. \"Dont wait up.\" He said.

Vincent just watched, he didnt waste his time on petty crimes, but he smirked, already knowing what Duane was planned to watch, knowing that he\'d shoot down the criminal, and then ask him how much he wanted for the shotgun, stolen.

Duane sprinted to the rooftop, he leapt at the edge, past Vincent. He leapt, clearing the street easily, landing on the sidewalk infront of the shop. He dove through the window, turning in mid air, both guns drawn as he pointed at the criminal, who turned to face him as he took about 8 shots in the torso. And fell lifeless to the floor. Duane got upto a stand, putting his guns into his holsters e wae walkedo tho the dead criminal. Prying the gun from the mans hands. \"How much you want for this gun?\"

The shopkeeper trembled, he pointed to a board that showed how much the guns cost, it said the shotgun was 150, duane pulled out his wallet and plopped 700 dollars on the table. \"This should pay for most of the damages sir.\" He said. \"You have a nice day.\" Duane walked out of the store and into an alleyway, he went upto the roof and put his shotgun into a rear, padded holster, attached to his back. He stood up.

\"Hmm, impressive, but I usually like to make as little mess as possible.\" Vincent said out of nowhere, from behind Duane.

Duane jumped a bit and looked. \"Holy hell!\" He started hyperventalating. \"You\'re one scared fellow, okay, you stop a crime then.\"

Vincent started walking. \"Follow me, watch, and observe. When I leave, call the police.\" Vincent started leading the two a electronics shop a few blocks down. Across the street, another hold up, this time, it was four men, ransacking the now closed building, loading goods into a large shipping truck. Vincent looked as he hovered over to the other roof, and dissapeared. Duane watched suddenly, as half of the street lights on the block just, went out. Duane watched. And began to call the police. \"We have a disturbance...\"

Vincent attacked, many of the sways of yelps aruntrunts were the signs of that either they were winning, Vincent being they, and the criminals were being thwarted. The lights suddenly came back on, the men were chopped up, quite morbidly, disembowled, decapitated, the works. \"Umm... Nice.\" Kindred said as he commented. \"Lets get going.\"

He started running rooftop to rooftop, getting away from the scene. Duane looked \"Okay, you win.\" He shook his head. \"You freaking win, I could shoot all the people I want. And I could shoot as much as I could and it still wouldnt match that.\"

Vincent nodded slightly. He shrugged. \"Your point, I got the job done just like you did.\" Vincent watched, flying upto the roof of a skyscraper. Duane groaned. \"Fucker.\" He said, entering the building through an empty window in an alleyway.

He sneaked through the building like a professional criminal, aware of any cameras or security guards. He crept to the elevator, he knew that it\'d have a camera, so he kept away from the number pad, not noticing one at the ceiling, or above the door. He eventuall got to the top floor and took it upto the fire escape, joining Vincent on the ceiling.

\"Took you long enough.\" Vincent said simply. Watching off the roof. He looked to Duane. \"In thirty minutes, the largest gang fight in this small city\'s history will break out, in central park.

Duane watched off of the rooftop. The view of the entire small town was in sight. He could see the center park and nodded. \"We\'ll be there to stop it.\"

Vincent nodded. \"Exactally, but in about five minutes, the banks going to be attacked.\"

Duane looked, shaking his head. \"The bank\'s all the way across the town! We\'ll never make it there in time!\" he pressed a button on his bike. \"We\'ll make it, fly over. I\'ll meet you there.\"

Vincent simply began hovering above the ground. As he flew to the bank. Duane leapt off the roof of the skyscrapper, it was about a two building distance to the next tallest building. Duane made it barely, catching the edge, pulling himself up onto the roof. Then a simple 10 foot fall to the next building. And then onto the street where his bike was waiting. He hopped on his bike, and sped off.

The thugs were indeed waiting at the bank. Duane sped there, Vincent was waiting on the rooftop of the bank, the front doors of the bank blew open as the criminals began to sift into the bank. As silent as the shadows, Vincent snuck into the bank after them, watching as they worked their way through security guards, and towards the safe.

Duane was just arriving. Forces were standing outside the bank as Duane pulled up. One of the people, in black jeans, bulletproof vest, and facemask looked to Duane. \"Who the hell are you?\"

Duane smirked. \"You\'re guardian angel.\" and he pulled out a gun, shooting the guy, right between the eyes. \"You\'re not bulletproof there, fucker.\" Duane said as he stood up off his bike. The two other thugs charged Duane, Duane shot one in the shin before he was in arms reach, that thug stumbled and fell, Duane simply kicked him right in the face as he fell towards Duane.

The second thug was a bit more devious, he started coming at Duane with kung-fu esque moves. Duane just blocked his attacks, then broke the guys arm, tossing him over his shoulder to the ground, and loading a few bullets into the guys chest. \"I am NOT in the mood to fuck around with you organized crime types.\"

Vincent on the inside, simply waited, the thugs were working open the safe. The one on the inside instructing them looked \"If you cannot simply just get the door open as planned, use the backup plan.\" The guy would\'ve snickered from behind his mask, if his head wasnt cut off as silently as it was detached. His dead body fell to the ground. Vincent was undetected.

Duane put his gun away, pressing a few buttons on his watch. His bike stealthed its self and drove to the alleyway. Walking into the door, he was met by a few goons, One met Duane elbow first. The second got a size fourteen right to the jaw. Duane cracked his neck before continuing on. He wouldnt kept a steady line if a line of fire wasnt opened in his direction. Duane shook his head diving to the side behind a pillar. Drawing his guns, he watched, a cocky goon with a machine gun soon got lit into by Duane, 10 bullets to the chest would drop even the toughest of mutants.

Vincent watched as the goons set up the bomb to crack open the safe, the activated it. \"Boss, we\'re... uhh.\" one of the goons turned around, to notice their boss, De-headed. \"Holy shit!\" He yelled. Soon Vincent stood in clear view. Kicking the goon in the face, and slicing his left leg off at the knee as he fell, Vincent followed through into the next goon, getting him in the torso, and carving through one of his legs. His Scythe cut through flesh and bone like butter.

Duane stood up and proceeded following the path of flashlights in the dark like a vulture. Looking for his next meal. Duane snuck up on a goon who was watching the entrance into the room of the safe. He grabbed him, snapped his neck, done deal. He walked into the safe room, the dimly, red lit room. Was, well empty, except for the standing figure of Vincent. \"We done here.\"

Vincent nodded. They walked to the front of the bank. Police were entering. Duane ran to the left, and Vincent to the right. Duane exited the first window he could find, convieniently enough, into the alleyway. Vincent went up a few levels before he got out of the bank. One of the police officers was kinda wierded out, scared by the sight. \"Umm, HQ, we... got nothing. A bunch of dead criminals it seems.\"

Duane got on his bike and sped off. Vincent quickly was flying beside him. \"To the park Vincent?\"

Vincent nodded. \"We havent much time.\"

The two continued to the park. Duane left his bike outside the park, stealthed and off, as quiet as Vincent was, climbed up into a Tree, and watched. Vincent spoke quietly. \"The two gangs are coming.\" He pointed out, clearly, both were packing guDuanDuane wasnt too pleased about any of this. \"This is not good.\" He pointed out simply. He looked to Vincent. \"What do you suggest we do?\"

Vincent watched, his eyes bright it seemed, behind the hood of his cloak, that drooped over his face. \"We wait. There is no way you can picf alf all the ones with guns, without getting us revealed.\"

Duane looked. \"Well if we dont do something, we will be a spectator, running into the bulls.\" Vincent nodded and leapt into the open field, between the two gangs. Duane shook his head \"Such rash action. And I gotta join into this.\" Duane joined between Vincent. Guns holstered, ready to whoop some ass. Vincen\'t looked \"We will not allow you to fight here!\" Vincent glared.

One of the gangmembers laughed. \"Who the fuck are you? Am I trippin here G ?\" He said looking to a gang buddy. \"We got da grim reaper, and his masked friend here, to try and stop us from killin some Bloods?\" He laughed. \"Tough buddy.\"

Soon it was anarch, the two gangs charged, Vincent began fighting off all the ones on his end, and Duane fighting all on his. It was sever outnumbered. Duane was tossing, kicking and punching up a storm. Vincent was much less subtle, lets just say he was slicing and dicing his way through the masses. But things werent looking good.

Suddenly, like a blur, a yellow blur came in, and litterally took a gang member, and tossed him half way across the park. Duane looked, tired, bloody from taking to heavy a beating. It was... Rage?

Rage looked. \"FUCK OFF!\" He yelled, his massive body, flared up like a firey rage. The Gangs seemingly stopped fighting. Vincent took this opertunity. Attacking again. Duane tackled a gang member, fighting him down. It seemed greater numbers of the gangs teamed up to go after Rage. Who was tossing them off as they came, like pinballs.

Eventually, the three had fought off the gang fight. Vincent did the only killing, some body\'s layed dead, missing limbs. The others fleed. Duane looked to Kevin. \"You scarey fuck! Why did you come ruin our glory.\" Vincent looked. \"Because, if he didn\'t we\'d both be very dead right now!\"

Duane looked. \"Wait a second, did you know he\'d be coming tonight? \" Vincent nodded. Duane shook his head. \"You\'re a fucking glorealeealer Kevin!\" Kevin took a deep breath, the firey aura surrounding his body dissapeared and he looked, less like an anger filled inferno. \"I\'ve been following you guys all evening, making sure nothing happened to you two.\"

Soon, Rayvin jumped down from a tree. Looking to the three. \"Everything okay here? I have been following Kevin, he usually doesnt patrol out on his own, so I figured something would be up.\"

Duane shook his head. \"Everythings fine, lets just go home.\" Vincent stood watching the three as they walked off. Feeling as if, eventhough all three of them seemed very individual, they were all bounded in some way. That made their team strong. He walked behind.