Superhero Anarchy

Vintage looked as Odin hauled in the unconcious body of Rayvin. Jennifer was already under stable contidtion in an isolation chamber. And Rayvin was being tossed into an isolation chamber by Odin as Vintage stared out the window of the large skyscraper.

\"Soon we will have all the members of that damn team. Then we will have potentially the most powerful assessment of mutants ever assembled.\"

Dranzior stood tall at the entrance of the room.

\"What about that one, the trigger happy one. Why do you wish to exclude him from your plan?\"

Vintage turned around and looked to Dranzior. \"Well, it is quite simple Dranzior. All the members of this team, Rayvin Mitchells, Jennifer McNaulty, James Cain, Vincent Demontique and Kevin Yates. They possess unmeasurable ability or power. Duane Bannts is a loose cannon, he is uncontroable even in the most powerful forms of mind control. Plus, we have a plan for him, anyway. We\'ve found a certain \'friend\' of his. And he is most excited to re-accuaint himself with Mr. Bannts.\"

Dranzior blinked. \"Who... would that be?\"

Soon, two more figures walked into the door. One was dressed in exotic purple robes, and it was Deftain. The figure beside him, was wearing black jeans, a black denim jacket. A red t-shirt, he had black leather gloves on and he stood looking quite angry. Deftain spoke with a pleasure in his voice.

\"This young man here is Aaron Shemlick, he is an old accuaintance of Mr. Bannts from High School, he wishes to get his hands on Duane, so thus is why we only require 5 members. The 6th, the most vole, ae, and perhaps the most dangerous. Will be eliminated, nobody on earth needs to deal with the immense skills and abilities that this mutant posesses.\"

Dranzior blinked. He didnt quite understand why they would just, dispose of such potential. \"Even so, isnt a mutant with his skills and abilities worth the risk? I mean, he could be the perfect assassin? He can be a hitman for us.\"

Vintage looked to Dranzior, a small smirk developing on his face. \"Dranzior, that is why I like you. You\'re intelligent beyond your years. You see, Duane Bannts used to be a Hitman, and an Assassin, he went under the Mercenary name Kindred, he still uses that alias but his cult fame for his abilities are uncomparable. You see, he is very strongly willed. And for what we have planned, we may not be able to control his, free spirit you could call it.\"

Aaron smirked. \"I\'ve been trying to kill him, see, if we work together. You get his stupid friends out of the way... And I will rip him limb from limb.\" He grinned sadistically. He just smiled. \"I was so close last time, I will not drop the ball like that again! Its just too frustrating, to have something like that within your grasps and not able to conquer that.\"

Deftain nodded, and patted Aaron\'s shoulder. His eyes had an erie shade of purple. He looked to Aaron and then to Vintage. \"Dont worry my boy. You will have your opertunity to destroy Duane, for the good of all of us. After we eliminate this. We will enslave humans, they will be our pets, like cats. We will use them for sport. They will ultimately.\"

Aaron smirked.\"The humans are going to be our bitches!\"

Deftain rasied an eyebrow but ultimately nodded. \"Well... I wouldnt use the exact same wording, but yes. They will be our underlings. Second place on the food chain.\"

Vintage smiled as well, his eyes also with that erie shade of purple.\"Dranzior, go check on Patricia, I to to have a talk to her, just get her ready.\"

Dranzior nodded and walked off. \"Yes Vintage.\"

Deftain smiled, it was the odd kind of smile that only a true psycho could even dare want to attempt to try to muster. Like he was a kid in a candy store, and a satanist in a cult meeting at the very same time, except he was satan, and these were his cult. \"The plan is going accordint to plan I trust, I know that you know I dislike faliure with outmost loathing.\"

Vintage nodded. \"Yes, we\'ve gotten ahold of Jennifer Mcnaulty and Rayvin Mitchels already.\"

Deftain nodded. \"Excellent. Send Slash out to get Kevin, I trust Dranzior or Odin will VincVincent with the most of ease. Allow me to handle the capture of James Cain myself. I with that only the best job be done when it comes to his capture. Faliure is also not an option with him.\"

Dranzior stepped into Hurricanes room, and just stood at the doorway, his eyes, a similar shade of purple. He looked to Hurricane with a peticular interest. She sat on her bed, her eyes red from the tears and looking visibly tired. \"Is Rayvin alright?\"

Dranzior only nodded as he thought to himself. A sliver of thought about maybe, why they were doing what they were crossed his mind, then soon dissapeared as quickly as it appeared. He knew that he had to comfort her. The relationship between Dranzior and Hurricane was always similar to a brother/sister relationship. \"He is fine...\"

Hurricane looked. \"And Jennifer?\"

Dranzior pondered this for a moment, he personally didnt know the ammount of force that Slash used in the capture of Jennifer, but she was a mess when he brought her in. And he rmembered that she had a large slash mark on her gut. Slash was wreckless as probably recommended. And he knew it, but Jennifer was fine, they were keeping good care of her. An unhealthy body would bbe uninstrumental to the plan. \"Jennifer is fine as well.\"

Hurricane looked into his eyes with he\'s, her reen eyes beaming into his like she was reading his soul. She just nodded. \"Good, I assume Father wants to see me again?\" She had been calling him father with a most hateful tone of voice. She just stood up. \"Tell him i\'ll see him after I get something to eat.\"

Dranzior nodded, and watched plainly as she got up and walked out of the room. He sighed lightly and got up himself once she had left. \"Poor girl... she\'s so naive.\" He walked out of the room.

Kevin was again allowed out to travel the rooftops, the groups lack of members recently. Wearing a black Tank top under his red shirt, and black jeans. He had hiking boots, his hair was spiked up and he was looking pretty mean. What else was a superhero to do on such a quiet day. He hopped down onto the street, looking much like a thug. He began walking.

He walked for a few blocks, the further he walked the quieter and more sparsley populated the streets became. He kept aware, watching for any sort of event that would require his services. He turned the street corner when he came to meet a most peculiar object heading right for his face. The impact was intense. His mutant powers greatly reduced the pain that would most likely result in a broken face. He staggered back and fell onto his back.

Slash, dressed clad in his spiked armour smirked as he gently placed the large warhammer, hammer side down onto the ground, chuckling as he watched the blood from Rage\'s nose start to flow. \"Sorry mate, didnt want to crash your hopes or anything. But this is your wake up call.\" Slash picked up the warhammer and took another mighty swing, Kevin was quick to catch the warhammer and pull it from slash. Coming to his feet.

\"I\'ve had enough of you TMX Fucks, I\'d love to do nothing more than to cripple you!\" Rage clenched his fists and let out a roar a lion would be proud of as his body flared up and he charged at slash. Slash barely dodged his onslaught. He picked up the warhammer again, he knew if he beat on him enough that Rage would stop, that was just the rule of thumb. You can beat anything until it stops moving.

Rage charged back, Slash swung the Warhammer mightily into the midsection of Rage, Rage hunched over and Slash kicked himo hio his back. Slash swung around again but Rage rolled out of the way and Slasllidllided hard with the cement, leaving a sizable dent. Rage stepped into a powerful fist that hit Slash with the force maybe only a car could match. Slash dropped the warhammer and he flew through the wall of a buisness. Rage cracked his neck and staggered back as he came out of his rage.

\"Jesus Christ... Its TMX that\'s been coming after us. That\'s the only logical explanation. Rayvin and Jennifer. Im next, this is... crap I gotta go tell the guys.\"

Vintage stood infront of Rage, watching him, Vintage clapped, a prime smile on his face. From the side of him, Deftain approached as well. Vintage looked.

\"Well, you dealt with Slash primly, very good. Lets see how well you deal with THIS!\"

Vintage charged up an energy blast and shot it out at Rage, Rage put his forearms back up and went back into his rage, perrying the blast as best as he could. Then charging Vintage with almost uncomparable speed he gave him a heavy shoulder. Vintage sailed down the road. He slowly got up, dusted himself off and looked.

\"Impressive... Perried my energy blast and then countered with a powerful shoulder attack. But, you\'re anger will prove your weakness ie ene end. \" Vintage walked towards Rage, Rage just clenched his fists. Vintage charged and blasted Rage, Rage batted at the fist and Vintage flew towards Rage. He flew into him and carried him through a wall.

Deftain watched the fight, impressed with Kevin\'s versatility. He was amazed at how easily he could come in and out of his state of \'Rage\'. Deftain watched with an almost morbid fascination as Vintage flew Rage through the wall of the building. He knew Rage would be too much for the brash Slash to handle, so he brought himself, and Vintage as insurance.

Rage readied himself, but was tackled from the side by Slash, who was now up and about. Slash punched him thunderously in the face, but it barely phased Rage. Rage grabbed Slash and threw him out in the street making a new hole in the wall. Slash landed near his warhammer.

Rage looked to Vintage. \"What do you want with us! Why cant you just leave us alone?!\" Rage stepped towards Vintage and swung a punch. Vintage side stepped it and Rage connected with a support pillar and crumbled it into peices. He continued. \"Give Rayvin and Jennifer back! And I wont kill you!\"

Vintage just chuckled. Watching as he dodged another punch from Rage, kicking him in the back. \"Foolsh you are. You serve a much greater purpose in the grand scale of things. Just surrender now, and come with me.\"

Rage glared. \"NEVER!\" He sprinted at Vintage and went to smash him with a powerful backarm swing. Vintage was hit and bounced off of the arm like a pinball hitting a bouncing pad. He swung out of the building, across the street and through that building, out the other side of it as well. Rage stumbled out of the one building and breathed, he needed to collect his thoughts. He wasn\'t quite seeing strait.

Vintage, from the building across the street, was also stumbling out of the rubble. As they walked onto the street. The two building simply crumbled. Vintage glared. A ball of purple engulfed Rage as a large beam shot out at him. Rage didnt even have time to react as the beam hit him right in the chest, sending him flailing to the ground, into the pile of rubble that used to be a building.

Rage struggled to get up and out of the rubble, but he came out back onto the street, seeing tripple, he felt fuzzy. He was weak, his rage depleated. He stumbled out back onto the street. \"HIT ME AGAIN!!!\"

Out from the side, out of nowhere, Slash charged Rage, swinging the Warhammer, striking Rage in the side of the head. \"Block this!\" The blast struck Rage, he fell to the side in a lifeless heap, his head striking his head and he began to bleed. Deftain picked up Rage\'s unconcious body and his bleeding stopped as he carried it with his mystical powers. \"We\'re done here boys... Lets go home.\"

Slash followed Vintage and Deftain, a smirk on his face as he set the Warhammer on his shoulder, the blood still fresh on the Warhammer, he watched it for a breif moment, it dripping onto the sidewalk. \"Heh, I told him. He liked the pain, every ounce of it.\"

Vintage looked back to Slash as they walked up the street. \"I think you went a tad overboard with the warhammer n\' all. The longsword would have gotten the job done just fine.

Slash shrugged. \"Just really paying my respects to the Dwarf in me. They\'re the true users of the warhammer you know...\"

Vintage looked to Slash with an eyebrow raised.. \"Umm... you know, ... just... nevermind.\"

The three walked off, Rage\'s unconcious body floating nearby. They walked off down the street, into the darkness.