Superhero Anarchy

James sat at his desk, Kindred sitting close bye, both looking bummed out or frustrated. They both knew that 3 of their teammates were missing. And they both knew that things were looking grave. With Vincent out on patrol they were sure Vincent could hold his own, after all. Not too many people chop up wrong doers with a Scythe for a hobby. Duane just sat at a table, his gun sitting infront of him, the clip sitting nearby, empty. Duane slowly grabbed for the clip and began filling the 15 bullet clip, one bullet at a time.

He looked tired, like he hadn\'t slept in days. And truth was, he had barely gotten any sleep. He knew that his best friend was missing, his ex girlfriend was missing, and another of his very good friends were missing. It wasnt easy to sit when you knew another of your guys were out there. And that everyonew hew his safety level wasnt very high and that he too could get captured. But their efforts to stop it werent exactally working too well.

Duane shoved the clip into the gun once it was full. And he put the gun into his holster. Pulling out the other gun he ejected the clip and looked, it too was empty. He slowly, grabbing the bullets one by one from the box that held them, and slid them into the clip that would be their new home. Duane did it almost like it was a chore at this point. It was dangerous to say that for the first time in about 10 years, Duane didnt want to load his adored pistols.

James sat across the table. He was still exhausted. Because he knew Jennifer was in the hands of some narcisist megalomaniac who God knows what he was going to do with her. He just wanted to get to her. But his whole team was missing. except for three. Half of his team and in his estimates it was just too ma

\"This is just like what was happening to TMX... Except all of a sudden, they were all found. The way we\'re percieved as terrorists. Why aren\'t we given the sympathy by the mutant community? Why arent we looked at as a decent means of sympathy from our own public. This is too plaguing for me. I just ... no, I need to stay strong for the team, for everyone.\"

Duane finished loading the gun and shoved the gun into his holster. He looked upto James and glared. \"I told you, that we\'re a unit and we will unite to create everyone\'s common ground. When we find out who\'s doing this. I will hunt them down,and I will torture them. Im the mutant inquisition, and you dont want me knocking at your door.\"

James blinked, shaking his head. \"Duane, we dont need you going off on a murder tirade. You know as well as I do that the police are keeping their ey you you. Especially now that you\'re known to be alligned with us. We\'re not in good placing, we\'re giving mutant\'s a name.\"

Duane nodded. \"And its not a good one. I know how this is all working out. Listen James, I\'ve been a nice guy for the past... 7 or 8 years. I think its time I went back to being the guy that struck fear into anyone who heard it. I think its time that people realize that I dont want to be fucked around with. Im not a nice guy. I used to kill in cold b for fora god damn living, and all that\'s gotten me is a third eye from the police, and the odd asociate who owes me more money than he\'s got.\"

James shook his head. \"We do not need you going back to that, that is the absolute last thing we need. And you know that, Duane just dont do anything stupid.\"

Duane looked, pulling on his trench coat. \"Listen James, if Vincent doenst come home tonight... All bets are off.\"

James nodded. \"Fine, if Vincent doesnt come back tonight. You can do whatever you wish to do. And if you feel like killing somebody, then you go ahead and shoot somebody up. I dont got any issues with that. Okay, The only thing I care about is getting Jennifer home. And making sure the rest of the team is safe.\"

Duane looked. \"You worried me for a moment there James. If anyone knows how you feel. Its me, I was practically married to the woman afterall. But the point is, you\'re the leader of in my eyes. The greatest unit of mutants I have ever seen in my life. Now dont talk like all hope is gone. You held your own fighting crime in the same territory as some of the greatest superheroes in history. Kids look upto you, you know that you cant quit because the Media is a paranoid bunch of sissy fucks.\"

James nodded. \"Duane, I\'ve been doing this for a long time. And you know as well as I do that this is as stressing a thing that any one person can do. But the fact of the matter is that, no matter who you are. Everyone has their breaking point. And I have this horrible sinking feeling that mine is coming. And I dont even want to look at it like that.\"

Duane shook his head. \"James, I dont want to look at It like that either, if you think things are slipping.\" he pulled out a gun and pointed it at James. \"Then I might as well put a bullet into your head right now. There is no point on having you lead us if you arent commited to our cause. This is no worse then the odd terrorist that comes by or the odd idiot who thinks he\'s the greatest supervillain since the last purple suit wearing dictator who thought Mutants were the higher ups.\"

James looked. \"Put your gun away Duane, you know as well as I do that you need that ammo for beter purpose than offing me because Im not at the top of my game. Im going to go have a nap. This is the last shit I need to deal with.\"

Duane nodded. \"I hear you man, go and get some sleep, come to think of it,thats a fucking great idea.\" Duane stood up and nodded, re-holstering his gun he just smiled. And shook his head, he was about to go to the bedroom area, but a large blast the clashing sound of an explosion was heard at the bases entrance.

Vincent sat crouched in the park. He was delaying the inevadable. He knew that they were out to get him. His cloak hood was hanging over his head. And the rain was bouncing off his mask. His sheath was hiding masterfully under his cloak, and he knew that he was certainly up for a long night. Searching for answers as he knew that Odin and Dranzior were out for him. He knew the answers the second he stepped out of the door. He also knew if he told James, he\'d never be allowed to leave the base.

But he knew that he could put an end to this. These superhumans were no different than any of the other superhumans that he\'d combated with in the past. He\'s powers aren\'t much to boast over but he knew that his powers were nothing to overlook either. He knew in exactally 10 minutes time, He\'d find himself walking down downtown Possibility City and the power would suddenly go out, a thunderstorm would start and he would find himself in one of the most immense battles of his entire life.

Vincent stood up strait, a small group of squirrels that even he was moving silently enough to not distract scurried off, he could be as stealthy as the dark if he wanted. The night was his playground and he knew that he was in an advantage if he had to fight in the dark. The sun was setting and then he realized what he missed. Vintage and.... someone else were attacking the Base. It was too late to go back now. He had a date with the future. And it was his to dictate.

Vincent slowly walked down the park, his feet touching the grass, and the sounds he was creating, barely audiable. He knew that his time was near, his date with the devil. He wasnt going to be apart of this devilish plans at the hand of Deftain. And he knew that if things were going the way he\'d seen him. This could launch a situation more dire than even when the humans and mutants had the most violent war mandkind had ever seen in ever.

Vincent started to get into the downtown area. The skyscrappers were immense, the glass and the old buildings. The beauty of the city that was soon to become a battleground for another struggle for freedom. Freedom against the people that wanted to ruin this for the peacekeepers like himself, even though his methods were abstract, he got the job done just like everyone else. Who was to judge that putting the fear into his enemies was an obscure method.

As he progressed down the streets, it was like the power outages followed him, the second he\'d walk onto a new block, the power would go out, once he got to about 6th street he just looked up, the whole city became dark, black as night. Blacker than anyone\'s nightmares. A small smile came across Vincen\'ts face, his hood fell his eyes and hid the look that would perscribe the fact that would perhaps question his sanity. Or anybodies sanity, except maybat oat of a Stalin or Hitler.

He watched, soon after the power died, as if on que, the rain slowly, but quickly began to drop, as what escalated from a small downfall into a pooring rain that would be barely sustainable without his Scythe. He watched, the thunder struck and two figures were evident in the dark. One, tall, clearly riding on a horse, or some sort of centaur figure. The other, a man who looked like he wore mystical robes. Both of their eyes glowed a mystical purple that the dark really couldnt even hide.

Vincent moved in the wind like he could run on water, drawing out his scythe. He charged the evident figure, the larger figure.

As odin watched the lightning struck again. Vincent was gone.. he was confused, but then the lightning struck again and Vincents figure was in Odin\'s face. Vincent had a promice to fufil to his dear friend Odin. His Scythe dug into the thick armor of Odin, and knocking him off of his horce. Vincent wanted Odins head on a pike, and he would more than likely not quit until that was accomplished.

\"You fight me in my element, you fool!\"

A bolt of lightning flashed, two, three, quickly as soon Dranzior stood infront of Vincent who was standing above of Odin. \"Yes, but you see, this is really my element.\" Dranzior\'s body began to radiate of electricity as he delivered a thunderous punch, no pun intended as his fist connected with Vincent. He flew back a good 10 feet, landing on the road.

Vincent quickly righted himself, he stood up and he made sure that Dranzior was where he was originally. \"Impressive.\" Vincent quickly ran off in the dark, Dranzior was like a flash of lightning as more bolts hit the ground. Vincent moved just as fast as he ran, the darkness guiding him. He slashed his Scythe and Dranzior couldnt dodge quickly enough, his scream of pain was probably heard for miles as Dranzior\'s arm was chopped in two at the elbow.

Vincent snickered as he continued, running on, he ran strait into the fist of the dark knight Odin, who with his long sword slashed at Vincent, Vincent blocked with his scythe and they stood at a stand off for a long while, Vincent swung his scythe and kicked Odin, until a forceful blast hit him in the back.

Dran bla blasted him with a weak lightning blast before falling over unconcious. His arm bleeding heavily. One more bolt of lightning flashed before the power returned to the streets and Dranzior was disappeared.

Vincent looked at the bloodspill, and looked at Odin. \"Your blood is soon to join that!\" Odin charged at Vincent, Vincent charged at Odin. Odin slashed and Vincent leapt. The boot hit Odin right in the face and Odin fell to the ground. But Vincent was the reciever of a very painful stab wound, right near the kidney. He landed to the ground, rolled and staggered, forcing himself to his feet.

Odin smirked. \"Got you, fool. You are lucky I am not allowed to kill you. Or you would be quite dead.\" He stalked after Vincent. His sword dragging along with him as he walked. Odin wished quite badly that he could slaay Vincent right then in there, but orders were orders, and personal vendetas were second in this line of work. Taking out Terroristts.

Vincent groaned. Forcing himself to his feet, the strong fist of Odin cracked across Vincents face. And then Odin\'s blade came crashing down, sinking right through Vincents chest. Vincents gasp for air came quickly after and Vincent layed on the ground motionless, as his body went into shock.

Odin chuckled. \"Suck it up ya pussy. I really expected a beter fight out of you.\" He chuckled withdrawling his sword from Vincents body. Odin picked upcentcent over one shoulder, got back on his horse, and rid off down the road. The feeling of victory surging through his veins and a moreso feeling of self pride in his self as well, knowing he brought down two of the 6 terrorists himself, and two out of six aint bad.

Vincent snickered, as playing possum clearly payed off, he kept his breathing to an almost deadly pace as he was carried on Odins back, killing him would be too easy, he wanted to be brought inside the sanctum, and get the answers for himself.