Superhero Anarchy

Rayvin sat at Jennifer\'s side. The entire hospital was silent, but it wasnt an eerie silence. But It wasnt a very convincing silence either. Jennifer was sound asleep, and Rayvin just got off the phone with James, he waited patiently. James was probably going to be a bit anyway. \"Im going to go Jen, James will be here soon.\" I hope, he added in thought. He stretched and looked at the clock. It was 1:30, great. Time for some sleep. Or atleast some meditation

He looked at Jennifer before leaving the hospital. He walked down the hall to the stairs, and watched the door. He didnt want to leave, but even he couldnt go too long without some form of rest. He pushed the door open and slowly started to trot down the stairs. The sounds his feet made reverberated up the walls. He walked out the hallway from the staircase. He walked down the hallway and out the front door. Slowly zipping up his red leather jacket, he walked to his bike and slowly drove off back home.

About half a city away, Duane was speeding down the streets. He stopped at a red light, the street was dead, even a group of zombies couldnt liven this streat up. He pulled out a cigarette from the inside of his coat and lit it up. Inhaling the cancerous nicotine and company through the filter, he slowly exhaled an even more hazardous cloud of toxins from his lungs. He was always aware of his surroundings. And he watched around, he head this awful feeling that he was being watched. Like that itch on the back of your neck, annoying and relentless.

He looked behind him, his blonde hair slightly hindering his vision as it blew over his bandanna and into his eyes, he wiped it aside, and looked. It was just a car, sitting behind him quietly. Even he didnt know how long it may have been sitting there. He just blinked, that didnt usually happen. He noticed 5 men in buisness like trenchcoats that sat in the car. The man in the passengers seat opened the door. He noticed that the men in the car were packing guns. It was almost a reflex to be slightly paranoid.

The man that came out, was the same man who interrogated Rayvin at the hospital. The investigator approached Duane\'s bike in a rhytmic like drawl. The kind of walk that you\'d never forget. And Duanrtairtainly hadnt. Duane flicked the but of his ciggarette aside as the man approached his bike. Duane knew the figure was familiar, but he couldnt quite put his finger on it. The man certainly looked familiar.

\"Can I help you?\"

Duane asked confidently, the investigator drew a small smile.

\"Duane Bannts?\"

Duane watched curiously, this man knew him by name. Then Duane\'s eyes widened.. Two blades came out of the mans arms. Duane on reflex was hitting the gas with one hand, pressing the armour button with the other, flipping off his bike. And landing sprawled on the ground, one gun drawn.

\"Immortal... How, convenient to see you.\"

The investigator stood there with two, two foot long blades hanging out of his sleaves. The other 4 men exited the car as well. They shrugged off their trenchcoats to reveal army fatigues, and heavy powered machine guns. The Investigator too, shrugged off his trench coat, however he was wearing a white tank top, army pants and boots. The blades sticking out of his forearms.

\"Your time is up, Mr. Bannts. I\'ve been following you for 10 years. Its time to collect.\"

Duane just blinked, he shook his head.

\"You\'ve been trying to kill me for 10 years... more like it. Well I got two words for you. Collect This!\"

Duane fired two shots, and sprinted to the nearest alley way. Dropping two soldiers, he climbed frantically up the fire escape, re-holstering his gun before he got upto the fire escape. As he got to the top. Immortal was already waiting on the rooftop.

\"Give up Duane. You\'re not getting off so easily this time.\"

Duane just stood on the roof, Immortal stood about 10 feet away. Immortal charged at Duane, and Duane waited. Immortal slashed inward viciously, Duane rolled to the side, Immortals blades got stuck in the roof. He tried to pull himself, but he was definately stuck good. Duane smirked, and walked confidently towards Immortal.

\"A little stuck, arent we? Let me lend you a hand!\"

Duane punched Immortal in the face with a solid right hand. Duane continued rocking Immortal with powerful right fists, that barely phased Immortal. Duane layed a heavy boot to Immortal, that caused Immortal to fall to one knee. Duane watched with an expression of fear. As Immortal roared, then thrust his arms out of the concrete roof of the building.

\"Thank you, Duane.\"

He said rather coldly, a devilish glint in his eyes, as he wiped blood on his lips with a hand. Smirking slightly, he looked as Duane was waiting there, his hands inching nearer and nearer to his guns in their holsters. Immortal charged at Duane, sending a swift slash at Duane that caused him to sprawl immediately to the left. Immortal walked towards Duane, quickly stalking his movements, a jab of the other arm. And the sting of pain that ran through Duane\'s body as he was stabbed in the arm. Duane kneeled near the edge of the rooftop.

\"I really will enjoy watching you die!\"

Immortal continued after Duane, as he threw a hefty kick at Duane, this sent Duane sprawling over the edge of the roof. Duanes desperate attempt to get a hold of the roof failed as he fell a good 25 feet onto the hood of a parked car. The smash of the body with the car cracked the windshield, and set the alarm off. Duane felt a surge of pain rush through his body like a waterfall. Immortal mouthed orders as he watched from the rooftop.

\"Check the body!\"

The twmainmaining soldiers slowly walked upto Duane, the hood and windshield were caved in, creating a silouette around Duane\'s fallen body. They looked at him and for Duane\'s sake, it was viable to say the car broke his fall. He jolted up, a surge of adrenaline ran through his body. He grabbed the nearest soldiers gun and shot the other soldier, then pulled the gun up and whacked the guy in the face with it. He stood up, and kicked the guy in the jaw. One soldier hailed with bullets, the other with a most likely broken jaw.

\"Enough games Immortal, get your ass down here and fight me like a man, ya chicken shit!\"

Immortal laughed, hopping down from the roof to the ground. He was still bleeding from his lip, and he was laughing, sadistic laughter that could make your stomache churn.

\"Duane, you and I are quite alike. You dont hold back, its such a shame to see a man like you, with so much potential needing to be killed like this.

Duane glared at Immortal, he hated this man, who was a heavy chunk of his past. He walked slowly towards Immortal.

\"I dont want to ever be remembered as apart of that!\"

\"Oh, whats the matter Duane? After a few thousand deaths, and you turn all peaceful on us, what the hell is that? Noone can ever find out what you did. Because I cant exactally confess you. Being apart of that. But admit it, you slaughtered innocent people. And you liked it!\"

Duane was now face to face with Immortal. Even standing at 6\'4\" Duane was still a good 5 or 6 inches shorter than Immortal. Duane spit on Immortal, than kicked him in the leg, causing him to fall slanted lopsided, Duane followed through and punched Immortal in the face.

Immortal layed on the ground, after falling over from the puch. He just slowly got back up. Duane ran at him and leapt to kick him. But Immortal caught Duane\'s leg and swung him, sen him him flying into a building. Falling onto a car was sustainable. But crashing through a brick wall hurt, alot. The pain was immense, his whole body was on fire, and he just layed there in a pile of rubble.

Immortal climbed through a hole in the wall. Duane went to draw a gun but he quickly felt the pain of a blade through his arm, an identical pain to the last time. He was stopped from drawing his gun and looked. His fist clenching as he gritted his teeth, forcing himself up to punch Immortal as hard as he possibly could. The blade came out of his arm, Duane punched him again, and Immortal staggered back.

Duane kept pace with Immortal, Punching him aggressively, lefts, rights, thunderous punches that could probably crush bones. Duane was pissed off and his relentless attack. He kicked Immortal, grabbed him by the arm and picked him up, then slammed him to the ground. Kneeling over him.

\"How\'s it feel?!\"

He grabbed a gun and shot him in the arm a bunch of times, Immortal retracted his blades. Duane punched him in the face again, but he was thrown from Immortal, feeling as he landed, his back was, if not broken, then severely bruised.

Immortal slowly got to his feet, he picked up Duane soon after and pushed him against a wall. Thrusting his fists into Duane and shooting his blades into Duane.

\"Say goodbye!\"

Duane winced, a mere cough escaping his self. He just watched, Immortal started to try to carve up him. His eyes just widened, good or not. Duane grabbed for his other arm and shook his head.

\"No fucker... you say good night!\"

Duane shot Immortal in the face a good 7 times. Immortals blades retracted and he fell lifeless into the rubble of brick and dust. Duane collapsed to his knees. He looked to his watch, somehow through all of that, it was stil intact. He spoke weakly. \"Armour...\" and he forced himself upto his feet. Staggering out to his bike, he sat onto it, and sat for a few moments. Then drovf baf back to base.

Back inside the rubble building, the only noise that was heard was the echo of Duane\'s bike driving off in the distance. Immortals body bloobloody, beaten, much like Duanes. The ash, and rubble of the ground unsettling as Immortals body sat up, his eyes glowing red, a deep grow escaping his throat.

James landed in the hospital parking lot, it was deserted, except for a few cars of the graveyard nurses and E.R workers, he slowly walked to the hospital, he was weak from his battle with the Mutant hunters. He walked slowly upto the door of the hospital, they slid open. He stepped into the silent hospital, looking around, it was dark, the odd hallway light was on and he started to walk down the hallway.

His footsteps echoed through the hallway. James wanted so badly to see Jennifer, he was worried sick for her and was preying to god she was alright. He slowly walked to the elevator, he pressed the up arrow, and it glowed a red as he waited for the elevator. He took the silence to heart, knowing he wasnt allowed in after hours, unless circumstances permitted, and he felt they very well were in this case.

James walked into the elevator as its doors opened slowly, much like the doors of the hospital, they slid open and he walked inside the elevator. Inside the elevator was that pungent hum of the flourecent lights. He pressed for the second floor. He wasnt lazy, his whole body just felt like a train wreck after being by aby a missile and falling to the ground.

The elevator advanced slowly but the stop of the momentum let him know that the elevators climb was finished. The doors opened and he walked out into the hallway. It was empty, again, the odd light was on. I.V units sat in the hallway, waiting to be used like the last kid picked in dodgeball. He progressed down the hallway slowly.

He had an excitement deep inside him. It wasnt the fact that he was in the hospital or anything, that\'d just be creepy. But he was happy that he could see Jennifer, Rayvin said she was fine, so obviously thats the truth, right? He approached heer room, and as he got closer, deep down, he got that feeling. The kind of feeling all heroes get when they just know something is wrong.

Turning to enter her room, all the angry, and sad emmotions couldnt describe how he felt at the peticular moment. He walked into the room, a gaping hole in the wall, perhaps where a window was. His level of stress skyrocketed when he looked to her hospital bed, the bed that should be holding Jennifer McNaulty. It was blanketless, the sheets were rustled and covered in blood.