Mutant NES: The Rising

[Haseri]

The car was new, once. But the cassette player in the dashboard and the lack of CD slot definitely aged it. But, like it's owner, one Michael Schwarz, it had aged well.

"Music, Hunter?"

"Uh, no thanks." Autotuning messes with stuff you can't hear, he thought. And it sounds like some screaming old god. "Where are we going, sir? The Stock Exchange?"

"Nah, they won't let a mutant near that place. Political, they said." There was a pause. "They tell me you read minds. What's my curse?"

It took a moment. Luckily, bringing it up had brought the memory to the forefront of Schwarz's mind. "Invisibility," Hunter said after a second "but your leg..."

"Yeah, I can make it disappear with me, but I can't mask sounds. Can't sneak around in mutant suprmacy meetings anymore. Bet you can see how it happened, huh, kid?" Hunter could, but he didn't want to say out load, in case the memory of it got stronger. Instead, he merely nodded.

"So, where are we going sir?"

"Can you read recordings?"

"As long as it's electrical, yes."

"Good, good."

****​

They had pulled up in a police precinct close to the Stock Exchange. There were FBI and DMA agents milling around. The feeling he got from most was one of confusion. Whoever this guy was he was clever and impulsive. Most terrorist attacks took months of preparation, which gets noticed. The perpetrators of this managed to get it all under the radar.

Hunter was brought to a room usually used for interrogation. On the table was a simple CD player, containing a CD found in the security office at the Stock Exchange. "Now, what information do you think you can get from this thing?" asked a tall, gaunt FBI agent.

Hunter didn't want to disappoint on the first day, but after some hesitation, he told the truth. "Not a lot, I'm afraid. With most commercial recording equipment...I would only be able to find the basics." The agent's expression didn't change, then directed him to listen to the mp3 file.

When face-to-face, the mind was like a cloud of thoughts, with sharp, clear pathways between ideas and memories, which are easily read, especially those that are actually being conciously used. Recordings were different. When played, Stephen could see the thought-cloud coming out of the speakers of the device. The thoughts were fuzzy and small. He had to listen to it several times. Eventually the agent came back in.

"What did you find?"

"I'm sorry. It's really faint. All I know is, that isn't his real voice."

"Oh?"

"Yes, he's distorting the audio which distorts his thoughts."

"Hmm. Come with me."

The agent led Hunter to a TV. "This is the last few minutes before they fried the security cameras. See if you can get anything."

Despite the low quality of the cameras meaning that the recordings of the mind were even bad, these weren't distorted. "Yeah, it's not his real voice. I would put him late 20s, early 30s, from what I can...sense. Still Latino. And…there, right at the end. He's saying 'That seem like a good enough spot?'"

"Do you have a name?"

The mind reader shook his head. "Only that it begins with 'R' then a vowel. It's not clear."

Stephen was then shown what the police cruisers had got. These were the worst so far, in terms of quality. It was hard to pick up what perpetrators were thinking, as the officers' thoughts were much closer. "I don't think he's left the country. And his accomplice, she was asleep or unconscious at that point. That's all I can get."

Hopefully this helped.

 

[Freemanuncg]

Name: Set (many people have called him by many names throughout his life)

Age: Unknown, at least more than One hundred and ten thousand years, he awoke at the end of the last ice age when the Siachen Glacier rolled back exposing the cave in which he slept in northern India. His memories from before the ice age are fragmented due to the hundred millennia long sleep under glacial ice with no nourishment.

Occupation: No true occupation, in recent years he has become more of a watcher afraid that his influence throughout time has done more harm than good.

Location: He has spent the last century and a half living in a modest home in a low population area in Northern England near Dumfries, and has only left home for short periods of time to interact with the developing world.

Physical Description: Long shaggy Black hair, smooth pale skin, bright almost sparkling grey eyes, a hooked nose, and a thin mouth. He is 193 cm tall and is eerily lithe. His arms, legs, and fingers are also long and thin. He is wearing a black leather bomber jacket with a black tee shirt, blue jeans, and a pair of blue sneakers.

Mutant Powers/Abilities: Set is in the simplest of terms a vampire, not a mythical creature but a mutant which craves and needs constant massive transfusions of human blood to continue to stay active and involved in the world. He cannot by ingestion or transfusion of his blood turn a human into a being like him self every attempt has led to painful death by radiation poisining for the human. Most of his powers are linked directly to the consumption of human blood, on a night when he has fed at least once he is at his normal level of power, meaning that he is very fast and strong (these are mostly for feeding and concealment), however his main power is the ability to create an infinitely complex and detailed illusion that only a mutant with advanced psychic powers could penetrate. This illusion is going to be his most important tool and by far the most important of his powers the rest being designed almost entirely to keep him alive, while the illusion power will be his method of affecting the actions of those whom he wishes to control to progress his plans and ensure mutant freedom. He can be very seriously wounded by exposure to direct sunlight, furthermore his powers are significantly reduced during the day especially his strength and speed, his ability to project a glamour is also weakened not in the complexity of the ability but in the number of people it can affect. His abilities also decline rapidly as consecutive nights pass without him taking a victim, within a few days he would be quite weak and only able to exercise his powers at great need, for example to escape or to feed. He can exist in this state for sometime but at about the limit of a year without feeding he will become inactive and unable to rise from his resting place to hunt. In this unconscious state he can exist indefinitely (having certainly survived some 100 thousand years, most of the last ice age, in such a state. Though some deterioration took place because of the extraordinary length of that particular sabbatical) and is usually woken from such a state when a human stumbles upon his resting place and his body automatically responds and feeds (this is not a conscious action). In Very recent years with the growth of the mutant population and the emergence of mutants into the spotlight of society, he decided to question his own powers, and discovered that he was in fact, a mutant, his mutated DNA constantly regenerated and hardened his body for many thousands of years, he also discovered that his super charged blood cells radioactively decay at an astounding rate when exposed to direct sunlight. The opposite side of his gradually weakening power however is the result that is achieved when he gorges on blood, his powers increase exponentially the more times he feeds in quick succession on a night or even on consecutive nights. This however is a slippery slope because the blood and the power are an overwhelming addiction for him and when he begins a killing spree he often finds it hard to stop killing until he is forced to flee and go into hiding until the bloodlust has passed.

Other Skills: Having interacted with great figures throughout history he has accrued a wealth of knowledge and experience. He has an obsession with math and science connected to his desire to bring order to chaos and keeps informed of scientific progress in the technological era. He can also speak almost any language a trick that is not hard to pull off if you have been around before most of today’s’ languages were ever spoken by human lips.
Possessions: He has no wealth acquired through the ages and his home is not a fortress only a place of refuge he retires to when he desires to escape the human world. He has no possessions on him other than the clothing he is wearing. His home contains a modest lab where he has done experiments on his own powers in the last century helping him to discover some of the truth behind his power.

Injuries: Consuming of the blood of a human will restore him from any injury.

Affiliation: None currently, however he has been connected to many groups throughout his long life, he has sought to bring progress and order to the chaos of human civilization. Unfortunately he has often found his plans going terribly awry and raining death and destruction upon the people he tried to help.

Followers: Aubrey Bashur (Technopath, none)

Background: He is on one hand a ruthless, remorseless mass murderer. On the other a progressive immortal trying to accomplish what he sees as his purpose in his unnaturally long life of trying to bring order to the chaotic world through whatever means have been available to him throughout time. He has had successes and failures, his most recent failure left him deeply shaken when the ordered dreams of the Nazi party turned sour and turned into the bloodbath that was the holocaust the wheel of time turned once more as he sank into a mad feeding frenzy and then eventually fled Germany for his home near Dumfries where he spent most of the rest of the war, and the next half century brooding on his failure. As Set enters the story he has decided to avoid the mistakes of the past he needs to seek out other mutants and do what he can to ensure all of their freedoms, and to help the mutants establish their place in the world. He has left his home and journeyed to the center of the rising mutant phenomena, hoping once again to try and bring order to the chaos of mutant liberation, all the while trying to conceal his own dark secrets.

I hope you like my ideas i tried to balance his power and weakness

 

[Seon]

"I think we are getting closer," you mumble. Dlanor raises an eye. "Are you CERTAIN that we are following the right trail, Mr. Tepper?"

"Pretty darn certain," you mumble back. You were quite clear when you explained your hypothesis. The man was obviously trying to make some kind of a terrorist organization. But he probably needed more mutants.

It was difficult to see that he could get Alice to kill anyone. Therefore he probably needed a bit stronger hand... like that mutant serial killer...

"And what if you are wrong?" Dlanor said, raising an eyebrow.

Don't mention that please

Dlanor sighs when there's silence and reclined back on her seat. "Well..." she mumbled, closing her eyes. "We can still kill that serial killer on the way, I would assume. Wake me up when you need me, Mr. Tepper."

"Yeah, yeah." you reply back. You exit the highway...

 

[Sonereal]

(Raul and Alice are looking for August.)

Raul and Alice spent the first few nights looking for the serial killer who was still at large and clearly was killing more people than the headlines or police know about. Under bridges, in the alleys, in abandoned tenements, were the rapidly aged corpses of the homeless, drug addicts, prostitutes, and the occasional drug pusher.

Then one day a cop turned dead. His head smashed to bits on the sidewalk by some awesome force of nature. His partner on the otherhand....

"He's killing cops now?" Alice asked sharply, "How can we trust him?"

"He didn't start killing cops until after the Mutant Registration Act went through. This is probably retaliation," Raul answered. The two weren't hiding in alleyways or under the city like August and Ricky were. They stayed at a motel and wore a simple disguise that fooled the late-night front desk operator. She didn't ask for ID when Raul slid a $100 across the desk. During the day, they stayed in the motel.

"We need to lure him into the open somehow but how? This guy has been killing in this city for two weeks now and no one can even ID him? Wait....read this." He slid the Indy Star over to Alice, "His has a partner."

"'A giant mutant?' How in the world is that guy hiding during the day? 'Witnesses say he's seven feet tall and is bigger than a small car'? What is this I don't even know..."

"He's probably the guy who smashed the poor cop's skull in. But I think the next page in the story will interest you."

She turned to the page with the rest of the story.

All the "confirmed" killings were marked on a map with impromptu Xs by Raul also.

Alice gasped, "Without the X's, it looks like he really is just randomly striking. But by the looks of it....he's moving north up Meridian? What's it mean?"

"Do you know who lives on Meridian?"

Alice shook her head.

"Neither do I but we're going to find out tomorrow afternoon. Tonight, we're going to investigate Meridian Street. Who knows? We may end up finding him anyway."
-----

They didn't find anything. Not even bodies but that's because they weren't checking the back alleys tonight. Something did catch Raul's eye. The Neighborhood Christian Legal Clinic had a sign nailed to the door that read

"Defend the cause of the WEAK and fatherless; maintain the rights of the poor and OPPRESSED. Rescue the weak and needy; deliver them from the hand of the WICKED. IDENTIFY yourselves as Christians. Don't aid the Satanic poor!"

Raul shook his head, "Psalms. At least, the first part is. The second is just some CI whackjob-"

"Look!" Alice pointed to the ground at the foot of the door. Drops of blood. And they lead across the street to a pathway between two long buildings.

"Stay here. I'll check it out."

Raul returned two minutes later. His face pale, "We must've missed them by a half hour."

"Another dead? Who?"

"The same guy that tacked that message on the door probably. Rip it down. We're done for tonight."
-----

The Christian Identity member looked as if he died centuries ago and as if the skin remained on the body out of spite, not because it should've still been there. There wasn't the smell of death but it was sickening nonetheless.

 

[Seon]

"Hey, what are you doing here?" the cop yelled. "This is WAY beyond cur-"

"DMA," you mutter. You show him the badge.

The cop seems to hesitate for a second. Then he regains his bearing. "What, you are investigating this? Get lost, unless you can show me the papers, you are still a da-"

You punch him lightly in the chest. He flies at least 5 yards and rams into one of his buddies. You hope you didn't break any ribs with that. "Sorry," you mumble. "I am getting rather tired of this bureaucratic junk."

You step lightly through the police line. The other cops step backwards. The guy was DMA after all. Obviously he had permission to enter. Right. Obviously.

Two dead people. Both cops. Your eyes wander worryingly towards the skies...

...................................................................................................................................

Dlanor liked flying. Flying was fun. Also there was absolutely nobody to look at her when she was doing that. But she was not JUST flying. She was also... looking.

Cody had asked her to find any sign of Alice. Her car. Footprint. Shoewear. Anything that might lead to getting her out whatever mess she got herself into. But she also hoped to find the serial killer...

Then she saw something. She swooped down and landed softly on the soft pavement. A dead shriveled up mummy of a corpse. She regarded it curiously. She almost took out her phone to call Cody when she noticed a trail of something red. It led all the way up to....

Silhouettes of two people trying to take down a sign.

She took out her gun. It was unloaded, of course. The damn bullets weighed her down, but it was probably more threatening than the alternative. "Halt!" she said. "Stop right there!"

 

[SKILORD]

Stupid sign, don’t Aid the Satanic poor? Had these people even read the Bible? These people are much too old testament to be “Christians,” Raul thought.

Alice tears it down, turns around to look at Raul, but she doesn’t see Raul first, she sees a strange figure at the end of the alley.

“Halt!” they hear, “Stop right there.”

Raul turns around himself, hands up, “Calm down.”

The gun does not go down, “You calm down, get on your knees.”

Ice at her feet all of the sudden, Dlanor slips, the gun shoots off into the sky. But she has a solution for that, now that she’s got her head on straight. Ice all of the sudden, what the hell?

She floats up into the air, not a problem the gun stays pointed down the alley, the Mexican, she thinks, meets the new description coming out of New York, much younger than initially suspected, the girl next to him, still back in the shadows, Dlanor assumes is Alice, “Put your hands behind your heads.”

Raul frowns, shakes his head. The firing pin, just the firing pin, Alice had helped, he was happy with having helped her, now she was teaching him a thing or two.

He starts walking down the alley.

“What are you doing?” the floating woman yells.

“Whatever I want,” Raul says, “leaving. I have serious work to do.”

Not if I have anything to say about it, Dlanor thinks, she pulls the trigger.

Nothing happens.

Raul smiles, indicates for Alice to follow him.

All of the sudden he’s pinned on the wall, dragged up it.

“Did you kill those humans?”

“Kill?” Raul asks, “Do you know who you’re talking to?”

“Yeah, I do. A terrorist. I know what you did at the Stock Exchange.”

Raul looks around, confused, “What?”

“I’ve been investigating it. You’re under arrest.”

“Well, if you know what I did at the Stock Exchange,” Raul says, “Then you should know better than to think I’m killing people.”

Dlanor shoves him up the wall, pushes him around, “You did plenty of damage, how many foreclosures are going to happen because of what you did? How many people went bankrupt?”

Raul is having trouble breathing, so tight to the wall. A trash can flies at him, but it turns to foam before it hits him.

“I think the problem is more serious,” the words come hard, struggled, “than you’re making it out to be.”

“It’s serious enough if there are armed mutants starting trouble.”

Raul laughs, she thinks the mutants are the problem, “You’re forgetting something.”

“I’m not forgetting anything.”

A zap, all of the sudden, hits her in the back of the head, the woman tumbles backwards.

“You forgot about me,” Alice says, catching her.

Raul falls off of the wall, tries breathing, takes deep breaths, needs more air, “Took you long enough,” he gasps.

Alice laughs, “I didn’t want to break her stride, she was so proud of herself.”

Raul checks, she still has a pulse, “good control," he says to Alice,"Go in Peace,” he says to the cop.

 

[DarthNader]

So, Karak, what exactly we do again?

We go to the bar, knock on the door, and then take out the doorman quietly. Then we find the backroom and kill everyone in it. Simple enough Anatoliy, simple enough.

Just go in and kill everyone? Do we need cleanup? Anything?

No Pasha...we make it messy, real messy. All this is to stop these a**holes from having any control here. We set an example, and the Triads take all the glory and repercussions. In fact, the Triads have made sure no one will know we walked in the door, what with bribe money and intimid-Pasha, stop here!

The beige Impala slowed to a halt in front of a bar marked with Chinese lettering. It was dark, maybe around 4:30am. Most bars would be closed by then...but not this one. As the four men stepped out of the car, the looked around. The streetlights illuminated the area just enough so they could see, but there was nothing to see. Not a soul was out and all the windows were dark. The Triads must have done their job right.

Ilya knocked on the door and a few seconds later, a slot slid open. Two eyes peered out, as if waiting for something.

I have a letter for Liu said Ilya sternly.

The man behind the door grunted in approval and the slot slid shut. He unlocked the door and opened it. As he stepped out from behind it, Ilya grabbed the Asian man's neck and the four men pushed through the door. Ilya produced a silenced pistol and pressed it to the gasping man's forehead and fired. The man slipped to the floor soundlessly as Ilya wiped the blood off his fingernails.

Hurry and close that door! he barked to Pasha as he returned the pistol to his inside pocket.

Pasha closed the door and the four walked to a door on the other side of the room. They revealed their heavy firepower and made sure they were ready for the firefight ahead. Bronislav pulled back the bolt on his Uzi as Pasha and Ilya loaded their AKs. Anatoliy, wielding a TEC-9, kicked in the door. The men inside were unaware of the hail of gunfire that they were about to face. After five seconds of uninterrupted shooting, seven men slain on the floor, laying in pools of blood. The four waded through the carnage, a picture in hand, looking for the main target, Chang Kwok. He was nowhere to be found, until a loud bang revealed his hiding place behind another door.

I'll take care of him. You three wait in the other room.

Ilya, Anatoliy, and Pasha walked back to where they met the doorman, leaving Bronislav to deal with the coward. He placed his ear carefully against the door, taking special care not to make a sound. Kwok's breathing was hard, scared out of his wits, and was standing in the corner, ready to shoot whoever came though the door. Bronislav drew his PSS, positioned himself appropriately, and took aim. He would only get one chance. The bullet cut through the door and buried itself into Kwok, who fell to the floor crying in pain, signaling a hit to the leg. He watched as Bronislav walked through the door and kicked the pistol he dropped across the room. Bronislav unsheathed his knife and stood up the sniveling man by his wrist. With a vicious strike, the knife passed through Kwok's hand, and stuck into the wall behind him. Straining his eyes, Bronislav looked at the orange, yellow, and white mass before him. He placed the muzzle of his pistol to the man's throat, and fired. The crying stopped and the man slumped to the floor, his hand still fastened to the wall. The knife was yanked out, and the blood wiped off on the dead man's shirt before being resheathed. As Bronislav walked out to rejoin his comrades, he muttered to himself in approval.

I've still got it.

 

[Anonymoose]

“Boss the feces are really hit the fan down here. The mutants are rioting! They’re pissed because some Human Defense Alliance guy gunned down a whole bunch of em.”

Magnus’s eyes widened. He grabbed his guns and made a quick call to a newly formed group of specialists. They were going to round up as many as possible and put them in a special containment facility. The rest were going to burn. This unrest was causing undue grief to the governor, and Magnus wouldn’t have this once-pleasant part of the country to go to shambles like the rest. A few minutes later, he exited the elevator, and saw throngs of mutants and mutant-loving, limp-wristed liberal pus bags outside pushing against the police barricade. The specialists were already at work, in plain clothes. They entered the crowd and began injecting target threats with highly potent tranquilizers.

Magnus exited the building, drew his weapon, and fired at the first deformed face he could see. The rest of the agents did the same, and soon the protestors and their followers were fleeing. The only ones that didn’t flee were either dead or unconscious. Magnus bid the team to drag them inside and restrain them. Testing could begin soon.

He thumbed through the report of the abducted mutants. One was actually a regular individual, who was to be released immediately. One was nearly eight feet tall and was covered with red scales. Difficult to get the tranquilizer needle under the scales, but they figured it out. Apparently he had no other deficiencies, just another hideous monster. One seemed to have an empathic bond with his twin, and one could sustain the injuries of another. It took nearly four times as much tranquilizer to get them both, and they were to be given highest priority. The official in charge of this investigation tried to kill one, but it seems that one cannot die if the other is alive… he can only feel intense pain and bleed profusely. That might be his favorite so far. None of this was too interesting. The lab rats could do their thing; he had more monsters to catch. He checked his Blackberry and read that a madman was forming solid-light constructs in Miami, and he had already confounded the police there entirely. He had trapped them all in some kind of maze, and they eventually shot one another. Magnus requisitioned a jet (A confiscation from a wealthy mutant. [confiscations are becoming a major revenue stream for Florida, which pleases the governor greatly.]) The flight to Miami was not long, and once he got there he would try his damnedest to get rid of this trickster. Forty dead cops and more on the way, but he’d rather deal with the ugly ones than the crazy ones.

 

[Sonereal]

Clapping.

Raul and Alice turned around and couldn't believe their eyes. Where had this giant and this guy come from?

"My friend and I were going up Meridian and lo and behold, gunshots! Nice lightning trick. Speaking of which, does that one need to live?" August asked, pointing to Dlanor.

"There's no time for this. We need to get off the streets. If someone already called the police-"

"Yes...yes. Ricky?"

"Yes?"

"Show our friends what you and I learned you can do."

Ricky, the Metal Man, the Giant Man, or the Mountain Man, grinned. The scar wrinkled a bit. Raul noticed that this man's arms were made of steel. No doubt his legs were too.

A cyborg mutant? Raul stored the information in the back of his mind to be used later. "How long is she going to be out?" Ricky asked.

Raul and Alice shrugged.

"Burn it."

"Burn it?" Raul rasped out too late. A ball of flame ignited in Ricky's steel hand and then a torrent of flame engulfed the front of the building on one side of the alley.

"Do you have a hideout?" August asked.

Raul nodded. August twirled two fingers. Let's go!

 

[erez87]

"Mutants! Special humans! Come to me! Do not let those who wish to harm you catch you alone!"

I begun calling in the center of Manhattan. None can kill me so I feel safe. I hope some mutants with helpful abilities will soon come for protection is a must.

"Humans! We have done nothing to you! I have longer than history itself, I know humanity has only been harming itself. Mutants have never as a united group attempted anything against you!"

I think it is the day where I reveal who I am. When I start using my knowledge, my ages old wisdom for good.

"I invite all humans, mutants and normal, to come to me to join me."


As I finished my speech in the center of New York, I noticed only a few people heard. I believe some are mutants but the rest are probably only mutanophobes. I will continue, I will move to garner political power from those who seek freedom.

"Those mutants who choose to use their powers for destruction must be stopped! and only other mutants are able to do so! So good men and women with abilities, join me to bring some safety into the world!"

 

[Sonereal]

Ricky had to turn sideways and crouch to get into the motel room. His movement reflects the fact that this is a normal occurence.

"You're the serial killer?" Raul asked once the group was all comfortable and sitting down. The lights in the motel room were off.

"Yep."

"You hate humans?"

Ricky and August looked at each other and grinned, "You can say that."

"We were wondering if you would help us in the fight for the mutant cause."

August held up his hand, "If you want my help, you're going to have to do me a solid first."

Raul said, "What?"

"There are several mutants locked up in jail cells in Gary. The jail is lightly-defended from what I gleamed from a police officer. Still, there are a lot of cops there."

"What are you asking?"

"For your help. What do you say?"

 

[Seon]

Damn it Sonereal, just when I was about to drop in (literally), you write a continuation.

But I kind of feel that this Raul you are portraying completely differs from the Raul from SKILORD's story...

 

[SKILORD]

I mean, Raul doesn't have a hideout in Indianapolis, but other than that I'm alright with his portrayal. Raul clearly isn't comfortable with burning down the building and isn't really characterized in the second part.

I do sympathize with you on the timeline count but I think if you just had Dlanor wake up while they're still leaving you could mess with the timeline limitations at least a little.

It's like West's Batman vs Kilmer's Batman, there are differences but its still plenty recognizable.

And if you're thinking that Raul doesn't have anything against the prison industrial complex then just check his backstory, and I might even present a A link to the song that inspired the character.

 

[Seon]

Of course I know he hates prison. I got that wheb you wrote story of him fleeing from guards in jungle.

It's just that... it feels strangely off to see Raul and Alice not protesting a bit more. Alice espescially.

 

[Megaman_zx]

Why was this taking so long? Barnabas had waited for over three hours and was beginning to think he needed to kill more people, when a boy age six or seven poked his head into the bar. “Hey little guy, do you know who owns this bar?” he tried to do a little kid voice, but with his many facial piercings and the bodies strewn throughout the place, it probably had the opposite effect than he wished. The kid pointed at the body of the dead bartender. “No….uh…. who owns him?” the kid looked confused now, and seemed on the verge of tears. “Who gave them the guns?” he showed the kid a glock he had picked up off one of the corpses. The kid nodded emphatically. “Go tell him I’m here.”

This time the wait was a lot shorter.

A big man walked into the room with an armed guard of eight other men bearing semi machine guns and pistols. “who the f**** are you?”

“I have a certain proposition for you.”

“I don’t give a f*** about your f****’n proposition, I’m gonna shoot your cracker face mother f***”

Barnabas got up and raised his arm with the gun in it. The men around the big man tensed and he could feel the fear and anxiety, with a little anger mixed in emanating from them. Then they noticed he was offering the gun to them not pointing it at them, and they tensed a little more. “you’re some kind of mutant, or freak navy seal serial killer.”

“Exactly, and I’m sitting here, offering to kill any man you want, for an indefinite amount of time.”

“Yeah?”

“whoever you want.”

“There’s a house on fourth street, painted yellow, with bulldogs outside. Kill everyone wearing orange.”

“No problem. And where do I meet you when I’m done?”

“Meet us here. If you live, we’ll let you make your proposition.”

“Can I have a better gun or something?”

“Hell no!”

And with that, they left. Barnabas picked up a key ring off one of the bodies and went outside.” After clicking the unlock button, an oldish Cadilac lit up. Not bad. He got in and drove to Fourth Street. To his dismay there were not in fact bulldogs outside, but members of another gang wearing orange. The gang is the bulldogs; file that piece of info away for later use. The men outside were eying the car now, drawing submachine guns from under their jackets. Barnabas revved up the engine and gunned it towards the house. The car took a smattering of gunfire, but Barnabas didn’t get touched behind the wheel. He ran into the side of the house, and there was a jolt as the car smashed through one of the supports. Barnabas got out of the car, unscathed except for a few bruises, and unloaded his glock on the men running outside. All his bullets hit home and a few lucky shots took out the worst of his opposition. He reloaded and systematically killed the remaining bulldogs around the house. He picked up an uzi from one of the corpses and found some more ammo, then began walking back towards the bar. He would probably have to spend the night with the rotting corpses of the gangsters he killed, but if the big man who hired him didn’t give him a place, then he would go rampage on every single member of that gang.

 

[SKILORD]

I mean, I can add that, I wouldn't worry about it yet, especially since I think that what you are primarily noticing is that Raul and Alice don't talk a lot in the parts Sonereal wrote, which is probably more him trying to avoid characterizing them outside of what I wrote, rather than an actual attempt to characterize them.

 

[Sonereal]

But I kind of feel that this Raul you are portraying completely differs from the Raul from SKILORD's story...

If I am, I apologize. It's sorta difficult to write for other people's characters. I was afraid I would have them do too much in some regard.

x-post. SKILORD has it. I didn't want them saying or doing too much but maybe I had them doing too little.

It's just that... it feels strangely off to see Raul and Alice not protesting a bit more. Alice espescially.

I was mostly relying on the idea that Alice is somewhat shy and wouldn't speak up in the 8-foot tall metal man and mutant whose main power is draining people until their bones are literally dust.

Plus, things were happening fast after the gunshots. In the area they were, it would've probably drawn attention. Especially since it was so close to the downtown area.

I mean, Raul doesn't have a hideout in Indianapolis, but other than that I'm alright with his portrayal. Raul clearly isn't comfortable with burning down the building and isn't really characterized in the second part.

I just had him check in into a motel. My reasoning was that A.) Motels are pretty shady anyway here and you could probably bribe the main desk to get away with no having identification or something and B.) Last place some would want to look.

The alternative was having your characters sleep in a car the whole time and....I don't know. Figured they wouldn't mind a motel and wouldn't be off-base to put them there.

 

[SKILORD]

Raul has his own thoughts on the prison industrial complex.

“We could do that,” he says.

Human terrorist organizations are at a huge disadvantage, Raul thinks, which of course makes them more ready to resort to murder, but they have to plan things out and cannot resort to the fundamental strengths of mutant powers to launch quick attacks.

-

It’s a late night at processing.

Not that it matters, Officer Jacob tells himself, criminals don’t take the nights off. There always has to be order, even when there’s nothing but streetlights to light to way.

“Mike, what’s up,” all of the sudden Jacob recognizes someone coming in.

Officer Mike looks around, a little confused, doesn’t know the name, smiles trying to stay on top of it, he has three prisoners in tow.

“Bringing in that serial killer,” he says.

“It was three of ‘em?”

“Yup,” Mike says, gesturing to the two women, or so Jacob assumes, in burqas and the one huge mammoth mutant, all of them in handcuffs, mutie raghead terrorists, Jacob thought, wait until the newspapers get a hold of this one, “These two were having the big buy kill for them and then sucked all the life out of those chaps.”

Officer Jacob is off put, chaps? Mike never would say anything like chaps.

The room is empty; it’s just him at the front of the processing station Jacob looks around in a panic.

“Hey man, do you need a hand?” Mike asks, seeing the panic.

“No, No,” but suddenly there is a hand around his arm.

Jacob slides to the cold tile floor.

-

“Was that really necessary?” Alice asks.

August frowns, this is a stupid argument, are you going to overthrow these people without killing a few? No. So if you want mutants to be free then shut up, some humans have to die. He doesn’t get into it here and now, all he says is, “Yes.”

Raul, in his burqa, motions for Alice to be quiet, “Now is not the time.”

August stands up, now he looks like Officer Jacob, “Lets move on.”

The key opens the door, August leaves it open, inside one of the guards raises an eyebrow about it and doesn’t say anything.

As Officer Jacob passes he takes a close look at the burqas, what he asks is, “are those made out of…”

“Kevlar,” Raul answers, with a quick fist to the gut.

“What happened to the handcuffs?” shouts one of the guards, a man who had seen handcuffs clearly on everyone’s wrists just a second ago but now they were just dust on the floor behind the prisoners, his skull is soon crushed by a huge metal fist.

Sloppy, Raul thinks, when the first guard starts to get up Alice shocks him.

Raul turns around, “Go break the cells open if you really want to help,” he says to Ricky.

Alice and him will have to have this conversation away from these two, he tries to convey this to her by looking very closely into her eyes and then at the splattered mush of brains on the wall. This is a conversation that needs to happen, they both know, Raul just wants to make it clear to her that it will have to happen in a place where no one is threatening to smash skulls.

More guards at the end of the hall, a hail of bullets knocks the wind out of Raul and Alice, bounces harmlessly off of Ricky’s prosthetic limbs, before their guns suddenly start clicking uselessly, firing pins gone, made of aluminum or wood or anything. Suddenly lightning bolts slam down the hallway and the guards on the far side collapse.

Ricky charges down the hall, tearing the doors off of prison cells. They’ll never be used again, have to be replaced, nowhere to put your “iniquitous” souls anymore. He turns little bricks on the wall into foam from back in the hall, watching holes drop up all over the prison.

“We’ll find his power source,” he whispers to her. August is charging down the hall of the prison, watching Ricky tear the doors off of the cells. Hard scaled people, people that looked like strange blobs, people who he couldn’t tell were any different from normal people, they charge out the door as the two of them watch.

Transmute it, shock it out of capacity, whatever has to happen to keep control in this little dynamic. Alice walks outside of the cell as the other two go on a rampage of liberation inside, Raul pulls himself up.

“What can you do with a mad dog?” he asks her.

“Put it down,” she says.

Raul shakes his head, motions at all the liberated people, “We can point him in a positive direction.”

Out in the street the liberated mutants, several of them dangerous people in their own right, begin rampaging through the streets. Alice can see this through the front window of the station.

“Yeah right,” she says.

-

In the car, heading south. The big metal man is all crammed into the back with August. Alice knows better than to ask how August got the capacity to shapeshift into a little girl, the thought makes her stomach turn, although it is obviously useful in the overcrammed car.

“Where are we going?” Ricky asks.

Alice hands him a newspaper, “If you like fire, then you go to where there’s smoke.”

Circled in red, a story about mutant riots in Tallahassee.

 

[Seon]

Well, if SKILORD has no objections, then I have no objections either.

Meanwhile...

IC: Damn it Alice... Cody glared at the group of 4. He quickly snapped several pictures with his smartphone. Their faces were well illuminated in the fire. He will make certain that the Boss receive those pictures... As they began to leave, Cody began to follow.

Dlanor.

Cody swore. He couldn't just leave her behind. He quickly plunged into the flames. Moments later, he exited, carrying surprisingly uncharred, but still unconcious body of Dlanor. The reddened skin and singed hair still showed that she received significant amount of burns, but there was nothing that could not be healed. Telekinetic shields apparently worked even while Dlanor was unconsious. Cody breathed out a sigh of relief.

He heard the sounds of wheels. Cody immediately leaped up the rooftop, just in time to see a car matching the description of the terrorist's car speeding away into the darkness. Sirens sounded moments later.

The police lieutenant found Cody staring into the burning church, as Dlanor was being carried away by paramedics. "What the hell happened here?" the police lieutenant demanded, pointing at the burning church and the mummified corpse in the alley. Cody shrugged.

.............................................................................................................................................................

"What the hell happened there?!" the Boss demanded over the webcam. Cody shrugged. "I told you," Cody said. "Dlanor chased down 2 terrorists from the stock exchance and was knocked out by a lightning bolt from Alice and then for some crazy coincedance met the-"

"No, no, no, not about that!" the boss yelled. "I thought you said that Alice had no power! You lied to me, Mr. Tepper."

Cody didn't even flinch. "Sorry, sir. Will not happen again, sir." He was sure of that.

The Boss and Cody stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity before the Boss buried his face in his palm. "You are a good man, Cody. I will just forget that you ever did this."

"Thank you, sir," Cody replied. "I trust you received..."

"Yes, yes, I received the pictures. I gave them to all the agents we have on the field right now. Meanwhile, I have some new equipment that Doc made for you all."

"What is it, sir?"

"You'll see when you get it." the boss replied. "Out."

The webcam went dark. Cody stared at it for a moment before leaving the motel. First priority... had for the flowershop down the street...

 

[Karalysia]

Nice, I'm enjoying the conjoined stories and looking forward to see how it all goes down.

Shall we say last stories/orders for update by Wednesday Jan 19th