Superhero Anarchy

Hurricane stood in the holding room. Rayvin was in his isolation chamber, his chest wound bandaged. The surrounding skin tissue purple from the bruising of his wound. She cursed internally, Odin would pay for what he did to Rayvin. She put her hand on the glass, she saw Odin walk in, in the reflection of the glass. Lugging Vincent in on his back.

\"Hurricane, throw this dope in an isolation chamber.\" Odin said, placing Vincent on a table, then walking out of the room.

\"Sure thing,\" she said walking over to vincent. She found herself forcing back a shreik of surprise as Vincents eyes opened and he sat up. Vincent held a finger to her lips, a sign that she should more than likely be quiet.

\"Put me in a chamber, keep it unlocked. I will do the rest.\" Vincent spoke slowly, quietly. His tone of voice borderlined on plain creepy but she trusted him. He found it hard to deal with the look on Hurricane\'s face. \"Do it, before Dranzior trounces in here, like a bat out of hell.\"

Hurricane blinked lightly and looked to the doorway, seemed silent. \"Why would he do that?\"

Vincent stood up and walked towards an empty chamber. \"Come back when Duane shows up. Things will be much, much easier that way.\"

Hurricane just nodded and set him up in a chamber. Then closed the door just moments before Dranzior wandered his way through the door.

Dranior\'s left sleve was inverted at the shoulder, where his arm used to be. It was bloody and well not really all that pretty to look at, kind of like an out of place stump. \"There he is...\"

Hurricane stood infront of Dranzior and the chamber. \"You know you cant touch him, leave him be. Deftain will be none too pleased if you hurt him.\" She spoke confidently, to the point, anunciating with percision and poise.

Draniors body was a symphony of lightning, he walked off. \"You\'re like I dont feel like pissing him off, or hurting you. \" He said simply before leaving the room.

Hurricane just sighed, leaning against Vincents chamber, she walked over to Rayvin\'s chamber and unlocked it too before leaving the room. As she walked to her room, she saw her father walk out of the elevator. Bloody, beaten, but carrying the unconcious body of James Cain over his shoulder.

Vintage set James\'s body onto the ground. The leader of TMX defeated the Leader of the rogue group of mutants that was \'the largest threat to mankind and mutantkind alike.\' In Vintages mind a victory for mankind as he stopped the menace. As for he was concerned, he was most certain Duane was eliminated.

Vintage looked as Deftain walked into the room, happy as an evil sorcerer could be. \"I doubted you, but you surprised me ad got the job done. Congradulations.\"

\"You\'re much too pessimistic.\" Vintage said with a confident smirk. The only thing Deftain could do in response was smile back.

\"And you\'re too full of yourself. A leader of your calibur is much too valuable a specimin to be such a waste.\" He was a tad bit cautious at this point. Vintage was looking at Deftain with a look of bleak curiousity.

Vintage blinked and looked to Deftain curiously. \"What do you mean? what are you talking about this, too good to waste stuff?\" He was rather cautious at this point. He had every right to be, the way Deftain was talking.

Deftains laugh got increasingly louder at this point, \"Vintage my boy, who said you were too good to waste?\" His eyes turned an eerie purple

Vintages eyes turned purple as well, and they widened conciderably. As his feet lifted off the ground. And started dangling, his hands were around his throught. He was desperate for air. Deftain choked the life out of him, Vintage was loosing strength by the moment, and was running out of time.

Deftain chuckled, \"Truth be told, if my ingenius plan were to backfire on me. It wouldnt be wise to leave the leader of the most powerful mutant asociation alive to come looking for me, would it?\" he continued laughing as he strangled Vintage telekenetically.

Vintaged continued to struggle, he could feel his life being squeased out of him. His grip on the \'stranglehold\' was weakening.

Deftain smirked, he looked to Vintage as he struggled for his last breaths \"Dont fear death Vintage, embrace it. It will be your finest moment.\" He grinned. \"See you at the frotn gates of hell...\" he dropped Vintages dead, strangled body to the ground beside James\'s unconcious one.

Slash walked casually into the room and nearly jumped to the roof as he saw the sight. \"Wh.. what happened to Vintage?\"

Deftain put on a oscar award winning performance, he knew Duane was alive, he could sense him coming. \"Slash, it was aweful. During his fight with James, Duane shot him to death, His friend failed to end his wretched life. I want you to finish the job Slash.\"

Slash glared, darkness in his eyes. \"I will finsh the job alright, he wont want to survive the beating thats coming his way.\"

Deftain smirked as Slash walked out the door, off in a fit of anger and vile intent. Deftain turned around, he knew his actions were witnessed by a certain someone. The guilty party would need to be dealt with. He slowly walked to Hurricane\'s room. Another evil smirk comming across his face as a certainly evil thought processed in his mind. He looked at the door of her bedroom. He opened the door, Hurricane was crying on her bed as Deftain walked in and shut the door behind him...

Duane walked down the highway, the cat was out of the bag now. He had one goal. To fuck up every member of Team Mutant X, Kill Deftain, Save his friends and ultimately Save the Day... so really, like 4 goals if you wanted to get picky. He walked with a limp, he was battered, he was hurting, but none of that mattered. He was on a mission.

He gently progressed down the highway, towards the city. He knew where he had to go, he knew with out his bike he\'d barely make it anywhere. He pressed a button on his watch, surprised it still worked. His bike soon after came roaring upto him. He slowly got on it. \"Sorry baby, wasnt thinking when I left the base, lets rock this joint!\" he reved his bikes engine. He had one place he needed to go, and he knew saving his friends was singly dependant on one man. His guns dealer. It was a tad after hours so he\'d have to make a special stop.

He sped into town like a bat out of hell, not really sure if his visit would be welcome, or expected. But he knew that he didnt care and he wasnt going into anything without the weapons he knew he needed. He drove into the residential area of town, driving upto a relatively impressive house. It wasnt a mansion but it wasnt a shack either. He parked his bike upto the side of the rode, he grudgingly got up off of the top of his bike. And walked to the front door, he rang the doorbell once, and waited patiently.

A small man in size and stature opened the door, in his pijama\'s he looked like he was just awoken from sleep. \"Du... Duane? I told you to... not to come to my home.\"

Duane nodded. \"I know that, but this is an emergency, I need guns.\" He looked rather unpleasent, the anger of a bottled up, shitty day, hell, shitty week nearly flowing over evident in his demeanor. \"I need, lots, of guns.\"

The man nodded. \"Umm... Can we perhaps, do this tomorrow.\"

Duane shook his head, pulling out the wallet, he handed the man 500 dollars, he put it back in his pocket. \"Call it a, goods and service pay, now get some pants on, we\'re going for a drive.\"

Duane waited, albeit unpateintly for the man to come out, in a jeans and a t-shirt, both lazily thrown on. The gunsmith was still tucking his shirt in as Duane stumbled out to his bike. Duane got on his bike, and the gunsmith got on behind him. He was a bit tired and a bit scared. \"Mr... Mr. Duane, may I ask you why you need guns, especially at this hour.\"

Duane looked back to him, he wanted to punch the guy for even asking him. He just gave him 500 dollars up front for practically nothing. \"I need the guns, end of story.\" and he turn around and sped off towards the gun shop.

The gunshop was in a rather abandoned looking section of commercial Possibility city, they parked outside the shop. Duane waited for the gunsmith to unlock the front door before he even bothered to get off his bike. Walking upto the door. Duane smirked. He loved the gunshop it was arguably his favourite store ever, next to perhaps... who knows, the adult books store. He walked down the stairs to the basement of the building, the welcoming smell of basement, and the welcoming sight of guns, upon guns, upon ammunition, upon guns nearly rejuvinated him fit and fully.

The gunsmith looked to Duane, pulling out some of the extra\'s duane usually purchased. Duane was looking, he grabbed a shotgun from thll, ll, a sniper rifle from the wall, and he then ammuntion for both.

\"Listen, I need these because im going on, a rather urgent mission and I dont have the immidiate required firearms on my person. Ya know, im sorry to have waken you but I mean, what needs to be done, needs to be done. Is that okay?\" Duane spoke with a slight recoil in emotion, knowing he ripped this man, innocent as he could be, from his home for this.

But as much as he suddenly seemed to care about all of this, he didnt even care. He could\'ve pulled the man out of his god damn grave for all he cared. Duane thought to himself. \"Can I also get a couple of the goodies? yeah, you know...\"

The gunsmith dug under his counter and pulled out a box, he blew the dust off of it, ed ied it, inside, 6 grenades. Duane smirked.

\"Perfect.\"

He though to himself, was it worth it? hell yes it was. He looked \"How much for all this?\"

The gunsmith thought lightly, he checked his book, hmm... \"I dont know Duane, we\'ll be nice, and round it off, a nice even 7,000 dollars for all of this.\"

Duane grunted a bit and looked. \"Load up the interac.\" he pulled out his bank card. And sighed lightly, he hated using his bank card, but he also never really had 7,000 dollars on his person at any one time. He waited for the thing to say he was aproved. He looked to him. \"Thank you... Do you want a ride home.\"

The Gunsmith shook his head. \"I\'ll be fine Duane, I think I\'ll just go crash upstairs, it was naive of me to go home for once. See you wednesday.\"

Duane was strapping the sniper rifel on his shoulder, so it hung at his back. And then slipped the shotgun into its holster inside his trenchcoat, some coats had pockets. And his had holsters for ALL sorts of guns. He hid the grenades in his jacket pockets. And walked out of the store, back to his bike. He had one goal, and that goal was hindered by one person.

He sat down on his bike, didnt even get to put a key into the ignition when his goal was hindered by one man. That man was standing roughly 30 feet from hike, ke, and had a large sword on his back. That man was Slash. He looked to Duane with the outmost hate in his eye.

\"You and I need to have a little talk.\"

Duane cracked his neck. And smirked, stepping back off of his bike, he looked at Slash. \"I never thought you cared.\"

Both men had revenge on your minds, and both men had rather grim plans for the other.