Superhero Anarchy

Duane proceeded towards the blast, guns blazing. He wasnt more hell bent on busting somebody\'s ass in any recent time than he was right now. He was going to beat the hell out of whoever it was. James followed close behind. He knew that this was going to be it. Who knew what happened to Vincent, who cared. Duane saw two figures at the door. One he knew instantly. It was Aaron.

James started flying towards the figures. He saw Vintage, his eyes glowing purple and he saw Aaron cracking his knuckles and his neck as he teleported away, most likely closer to Duane. James saw a purple beam headed his way, and he retaliated blasting a green blast back at Vintage, James flew at Vintage like a flash out of nowhere, tackling Vintage to the ground. Vintage threw James off of him and he got up quickly.

\"This is the end of the road James... You\'re the last to go.\"

James glared he was going to destroy Vintage. \"You\'re wrong... Because Im not going anywhere.\"

James and Vintage charged eachother, locking up in a half grapple, hitting eachother with punches and then James charged up and blasted Vintage as he threw a punch, sending Vintage flying down the parking lane, into the concrete side of the tunnel. James continued after Vintage like a bat outa hell. He watched Vintage get up off the ground and send a blast his direction.

Vintage continued after James and James blocked Vintage\'s punch, he sent a counter punch in Vintage\'s direction, but Vintage took James\'s arm and tossed him down the tunnel. Vintage persued.

\"It\'s been exciting, capturing the rest of your team.\"

He said as he stalked after James. James just got up, forced himself to his feet as he ran at Vintage, a purple blast hitting him in the chest stalling those efforts a little bit.

\"Rayvin, Rage, they were pretty easy for us to capture. Vincent, we\'ll have him come tomorrow as well.\"

James pulled himself up. He looked to Vintage with anger and hate in his heart. He didnt know how to react. Vintage was beating him around like a red headed step child. James charged blasts in both his fists then shot them out at Vintage.

Vintage was caught off guard by this, the blast hitting him in the leg, the other hitting him in the chest. Vintage staggered backwards, but like he was almost inhuman he continued on, forcing himself upto his feet.

James forced another charge.

\"Why wont you just stay down!\"

James shot a blast at Vintage, this blast hit Vintage fully, sending him hitting the concrete, leaving his bodily sillouette in the wall as he fell to the cement floor. Vintage pulled himself to his feet.

\"There is no reason fighting back James... You\'re going to be captured easily, just like that little girlfriend of yours Jennifer McNaulty. She was easiest to capture you know? Barely giving Slash any resistance, he cut her up a bit, but its nothing that she didnt heal up in her isolation chamber. You on the other hand,l nel need some time after Im done with you.\"

James yelled at Vintage, his anger rising momentarily. \"You\'re all talk, fucker! Get out of my LIFE!\" James flew after Vintage, and tackled him into the wall. James attacked Vintage with a flury of punches. The face, the body, the gut, he worked him over good.

Vintage put his palms out and pushed against James, hitting him with a heavy volly of energy blast, almost too easily as James blasted off of Vintage and it was his turn to hit the concrete wall. He just blasted off to the side and he landed ontop of his own mustang. James sat up and yelled.

\"LEAVE US ALONE!\"

He flew at Vintage, but Vintage flew to the side, James continued persuing. Vintage was leading him in a small circle. Vintage stopped for a moment, taking another blow from James, he skidded along the floor, taking the odd bounce against the floor and he just stopped as he was at the entire other end of the tunnel, near the entrance he blew a hole into. He forced himself to his feet.

But before he knew it, he saw a large green beam of energy heading in his direction, the blast just hit his entire body, sending him crashing outside of the base and out into the nearby forest. Vintage landed finally once he broke through a few large trees and he stopped in the grass. James flew out after him. Angry as all hell. Probably more than Duane.

Vintage was trying to pull himself up, and he just couldnt get upto his feet. He tried and tried but his body wasn\'t allowing himself to stand up. It was awful, And Vintage felt that perhaps maybe his master\'s plan was coming to a hault.

James grabbed Vintage by the shirt. \"Not so tough, are you, huh punk?!\"

Soon another figure joined them, exotic robes he too was wearing, as his hands moved in a circular motion, forming a holographic, ritualistic symbol as James felt a rithing pain in his body, A white beam hit him and sent him flying off in the opposite direction. Crashing through trees ,even through a rock, but another rock broke his travel. He hissed in pain, his back hurt like a mother fucker.

Deftain walked upto James. \"You\'re becoming a large thorn in my side, do you not know the meaning of defeat?\"

James sent a blast at Deftain, but it was like the energy encircled Deftain, then shot back at James, sending him through this rock now.

Deftain continued after James. \"Just give up.. I dont want to have to do this the hard way, its just not as exciting you know. Especially with you squirming around down there like that. Heh, Right? Am I right? You dont like the pain do you? Good... Then its time to see the light.\"

Deftain continued moving his hands and soon a beam from the ground to the sky shot through James and then ended immediately. James layed on the ground unconcious. Deftain lifted James\'s lifeless body much similiarly as he did to Kevins body. He also picked up Vintage\'s body, and walked off.

Kindred stood in the base, watching as Aaron teleported right infront of him, but he looked different, his skin was black, his eyes were yellow. He looked fucked up as far as Duane was concidred. \"What the fuck happened to you?\"

Aaron smiled. \"Made a deal with the devil, for some, fantastic improvements in my opinion. My skin, as hard as diamond, and well due to the fact that im now a Demon, good luck killing me with those guns of yours.\"

He grabbed some daggers his his sheathes on his hips and twirled them in his fingers. He looked to Duane enticingly, he was excited for this. He finally had Duane on his own, by himself. Nobody to bother them, just his one chance to kill Duane, just end his reched life.

Duane blinked. \"So you\'re a Demon, fantastic, I\'ve always wanted a reason to get Buffy\'s hot ass over here.\"

Aaron blinked. \"Im a Demon... not a Vampire, fuck head.\"

Duane shook his head, holstered his guns and sent a roundhouse kick right at Aaron immediately, Aaron blocked with his forearm and sent a slash with one dagger at Duane, Duane punched Aarons hand and he dropped the Dagger, Aaron slashed violently with the other arm. Duane grabbed his arm and he threw him over his shoulder.

Aaron teleported immediately, picking up his dagger and teleporting again. Duane watched patiently, with his slow motion sense of sight, he could breifly trace the path of which Aaron was Teleporting. \"The games end here bitch.\" He drew a gun and aimed ahead of the path, shooting 4 times. Aaron popped out of his teleport and landed on his face, his leg bleeding. \"Fuck you!\"

Duane stepped upto Aaron and kicked him in the face, picking him up, he punched him and Aaron staggered away. Aaron teleported and then appeared, kicking Duane right in the face. Duane fell back. Aaron ported away again, re-appeared right ontop of Duane, stabbing his two daggers violently into Duanes forarms, pinning him to the floor. \"Hah, fucker, shoot me now! Your arms are pinned to the floor!\"

Duane struggled, he couldnt muster enough strength at the moment, his head was just too clogged with thoughts of just how he was going to whoop Aarons sorry ass once he was free. Aaron stood up and kicked Duane right in the face. Duane spit out some blood. \"That all you got, pussy?\"

Aaron kicked Duane right in the chest, over and over again. Duane winced, he knew he was gonna get some internal bleeding from that one. Duane coughed, he was already coughing blood. This was dangeroubad.bad. Aaron smirked sadistically as he crouched over Duane.

\"How are you feeling, hmm? Feeling good I hope, I didnt feel good when you stole my girlfriend in high school, got me fired from my job. Stole everything I had from me. Duane, you ruined my life. You RUINED MY LIFE!\"

He began strangling Duane. Duane coughed and spat out. \"You ruined your own life you dumb fuck. Its not my fault you\'re too stupid to work at a gas plant, you know you have to have issues if you cant even pump gas for a living.\"

Duane felt Aarons hands tighten around his throat. He just winced, screamed as he forced his arms out of the floor, grabbed Aarons head and gave him the fiercest headbut he\'d ever given or recieved, he was sure he got a concussion from that, and he was the one who was giving the headbut.

Duane pulled the Daggers out of his arms and then all the strength in his hands just dissapeared. He dropped the Daggers and yelled. Duane looked as Aaron was sending him a boot in his direction. Duane grabbed the boot as best he could. Tripped him, then followed him to the ground, sending him a backhand across the face. Punching him as well as he could. Rocking Aarons head back. Duane put all his willpower into holding his gun.

One shot after another he just shot Aaron, right in the chest. \"Cant die from this, good because Im gonna beat the shit out of you. Fuck face.\" He unloaded the whole 15 bullet clip into Aaron, who was rithing in pain, convulsing under Duane.

Aaron just yelled out. \"That still fucking hurts...\"

Duane smirked. Shooting Aaron with the other gun once, \"Well thats just too bad fucker.\" He shot him again. \"Should\'ve maybe asked for the immortal pain resistance before you sold your soul to Mr. Satan himself.\" Duane shot him again, and again, this time in the legs, after this clip was empty, he pistol whipped Aaron in the face. He groaned.

\"Listen fucker, if you want to live...\"

He reloaded his gun and pointed it to Aarons head. \"Im pretty sure I could shoot your head off as easily as I could cut it. You\'re gonna tell me where Vintage\'s little base. Where is he holding my friends?\"

Aaron didnt stutter, Duane just batted him in the head with his pistol. \"Where are my friends!\"

Aaron glared. \"Eat shit!\"

Duane shook his head \"Wrong answer, you are the weakest link, good bye!\" He went to pull the trigger but Aaron\'s scrof \of \'I\'ll tell, was more than convincing that he was about to get some answers, for kicks. Duane just punched him in the face anyway. He picked Aaron up and thrust him into a wall. \"Start talking fucker...\"

Aaron started to explain the directions, even going so in depth as to give pass codes for keycode locks. Aaron was being lead dthe the large tunnel which was showing obvious evidence of an awful fight. James was nowhere to be found. \"So you wont be poking your head around these parts any time soon Aaron. Listen to me, end this stupid vendetta. You\'re just going to die!\"

Aaron looked. \"I gave you the directions, let me go!\"

Duane glared to him. Shoving him aside and then shooting him a few times in the feet, Aaron fell on his facea nd wimpered in pain. Duane just groaned. \"Every single person that gets in my way is going to be pumped full of lead. Im going to be worse than The Punisher on an adrenaline rush. Fuck, Im gonna make those Halo players think a killing spree is like shopping in the worlds largest mall compared to what Im about to do.\"

He pressed a button on his watch and he waited, his bike slowly came to him. His body was under unbelievable and immense pain. Still from his encounter with Immortal, but he was going to keep on going. Nothing short of a heart attack was going to stop him from saving his friends. He got on his bike and drove off down the road. The only thoughts rummaging through his heads werent very safe ones

\"Hold on guys... Kindred\'s on the way!\"