Hero: Awakenings (IC)

[Wind]

OOC: Okay guys, it's short, but I decided I might as well get the ball rolling. So here you go.

A shotgun blast whizzed by, striking the ground and deafening anyone too close as Alex ran for his motorcycle. A small mob was after him, wielding whatever weapons they had, definitely not a favorable situation. He ran as fast as he could, almost tripping over himself more than once in his panic. Upon reaching the black motorcycle, after what seemed like way too long, he hopped on and got out of there as fast as he could.

“Fine!” He yelled back at the semi-mob, “Last time I pull the Good Samaritan with you guys!”

He put some distance between him and the mob pretty quickly, he had experience in this field...

Later

I need to find somewhere more inviting, he thought, staring at the very empty road ahead, far, far ahead of his pursuers, Definately no more small towns for me...

He just kept driving.

[Naz T Mann]

The bar was rather full for a tuesday, and some of the characters looked like the kind you wouldn't want following you in a dark alley. But, Zen and Rachel hadn't sat down or had something to drink in 4 hours, and Rachel's complaining was getting on Zen's nerves.

"Hey, she can't come in here."

As Zen sat down, the bartender could plainly see the pistols strapped to his sides.

"What can I get you little girl?"

Rachel almost laughed. But Zen was already looking at her, telling her with his eyes to try and keep quiet. Rachel kept her composure.

"I'll just have some water. My friend will have a bottle of Scotch."

The bartender got the water, and pulled a bottle of Scotch and a glass and put it in front of Zen. Zen opened the bottle and poured himself a glass. They had been in so many bars, Rachel knew what Zen liked. One of the more drunk customers came up next to Zen. By his imposing figure casting a shadow, Zen guessed he was about 6' 6" and around 300lbs. Zen just kept drinking.

"You're girlfriends kinda young, ain't she."

Zen ignored him.

"Hey, do you always let your sister order your drinks for you?"

That comment caused laughter in the corner. Obviously those were friends of him. Zen counted 6. Zen's mind began planning.

"Hey, why don't you go back to the zoo where you came from King Kong."

Rachel's insults were never good. But Zen could see the man was insulted by the girls comment. Zen put his hand on Rachel's arm. Rachel sat back down.

"Yeah, better hold her back, pal. She might break a nail."

Zen saw one of the mans companions get up. Zen caught a glimpse of a .45 at the man's belt. That will make things interesting, Zen thought to himself. Rachel, however, couldn't cotain her comments.

"Hey, you better leave us alone before you're sorry about it."

"And who's supposed to make me sorry? You? Or maybe this loser?"

As the man put his hand on Zen's shoulder, Zen reacted. He grabbed the man's hand, breaking the wrist as he grabbed the back of his head and slammed his face into the glass full of Scotch. As the man lie on the floor, screaming with shards of glass stuck in his face. The one who had risen from his seat began to draw his pistol, but Zen saw it coming. As Rachel dove to hide underneath the bar counter like she usually did, Zen drew one of his pistols and fired 3 rounds into the man's chest. As Zen began to holster his pistol, the other 5 began to get up. Two pulled out knives. One broke a chair, and used two pieces of wood as weapons. They came in Zen's direction.

The 2 unarmed ones came at him, obviously drunk, and tried to punch him. Zen countered one coming from his left, causing the man to stumble to the floor. The second man's fist came from Zen's left, as Zen grabbed it between his arm and his side. Zen then kicked the man in the stomach, and released the man's arm. He then delivered an elbow blow to the back of the man's head. That's 2, now comes te hard part.

Zen turned, extending his arm. During the turn, his hand changed into a ball about the size of his head. The ball began to fly from Zen's body, attached by a chain that seemed to be froming instantaneously. The ball struck the man holding the chair legs in the head, knocking him unconcious. As the man fell to the floor, the two with the knives stopped. They stared at the ball and chain formed where Zen's hand once was. They dropped their knives, and ran out the door.

Zen turned and picked up the bottle, and closed it. His hand returned to normal, and he used it to lift up Rachel from under the counter. Rachel grabbed the bottle of water she was drinking. She then reached into her pocket, brought out a wad of cash which she placed on the bar counter. Zen then grabbed Rachel's arm, and pulled her with him out of the bar.

"Sorry about the mess." she said as she was leaving.

after they were out, Zen led them into an alley not far away from the bar, where he stopped for a minute, and took a drink from his bottle.

"I wish you wouldn't talk so much."

[Squall]

"Please dont hurt me!!"

"Give me a reason I shouldn't"

*the thug was near wetting himself. All he could think of is what the heat from the blade cutting through him*

"Please!! Just don't hurt me! Even thugs have a life to live"

"I might belive that if you weren't such a low life"

*Leon raised the katana,noticing the yellow liquid running down the man's leg*

"Three....."

"NO DON"T HURT ME!!"

"Two"

"The man you want is in the next city over!!"

"Why did he kill my sister.....she wasn't in the way"

"I don't know!!"

"You gave me what I want,now I take my leave. Get up"

*Leon turned around to go towards his cycle. The thug nearly in shock from this incounter. All he could think of till Fireblade left was that he was glad he was alive*

[Wag - Now And Forever]

The shopkeeper stumbled towards his cash register, opening it up frantically to prove it was empty.

"I don't have any!! Honest!! We're only a dry cleaning business!!" He screamed, yet the two hulking men in suits didn't seem to care. Picking him up by the collar, one of the suited men rared back, ready to devastate the frail old chineese man.

"You don't need to to that..."

Terry canted his head to the side slightly as he spoke, just enough for one eye to be revealed from under his cap, his gaze fixated on the suited man.

"But boss said..."

"I know what he said. He said get the money...not beat the shit out of some old man," Terry said, walking over to the open cash register. He lifted the bottom of it away to reveal several envelopes stuffed with cash and several rolls of quarters. Tossing the fake bottom away, he slid the money into his windbreaker, slamming the register's drawer shut. The two suited men glared at the shopkeeper before the one holding him up tossed him like a rag doll into a nearby wall.

Terry walked out into the doorway, stopping at the thresh hold as he spoke.

"Next time...if you hide the money..."

Terry yanked his bat from the batbag slung over his back and backhanded it into the large front store window, shattering it. Sheathing his bat and walking away with the two men in tow, Terry mounted his motorcycle without putting on a helmet, the two suited men getting in a nearby car. Screeching away, he was gone, off into the massive jungle of a city...

[Ai]

The boards creaked as the man walked into the building.

"Top floor..."He thought, as he ascended the stairs. As he reached his destination, he pushed open the door. His eyes went wide, seeing a display of satanic rituals including an infant sacrafice, and an orgy. As he stripped himself of his clothes, the door slammed behind him. As he made his way, and began engaging in the orgy, the candles began to flicker. Suddenly, a voice came from behind an altar in the back.

"Glad you all could make it."The voice said. The figure stood, and turned to face the group. As the looked at the speaker, they stopped their actions, their eyes fixed on him. Almost on cue, the man's eyes began glowing red. He lifted his twin magnums, and unloaded all of the shots into the group, killing them all from it's sheer power.

"Now I bet you wish you hadn't come."The man said. He extended his guns fully, and pulled back a cover on both of them, as the souls of those involved made their way into the jewels hidden by the cover. As the last of them are pulled into it, Ai holsters his guns. He grabs an automatic machine gun from behind the altar, and begins shooting a hole around the pile of dead bodies, purposely hitting them, making only more blood spurt from them all. When he finishes the ring, it collapses into the floor beneath it, and continues to collapse due to the weight, previously made holes, and the overall bad condition of the building. Ai made his way over to a window, and opened them. He leapt out, landing on a cushion placed there. He picks it up, throws it into the cab of his nearby truck, and gets in the driver's seat, pulling away at a high speed.

"Heh. Dumbasses." He mutters as he makes his way to his home. He pulls out a small trigger, and pushes the button with his thumb, igniting the many packs of C4 planted on the building. The total amount of explosives caused the building to not only fall, but to completely destroyy nearby buildings as well. Ai began laughing maniacally as he drove away.

[Triyun]

On a moor in Southern englad during the night a chase is being waged. Three vampires usually stocking their prey were running away as fast as they could further into the moor. Though it was largely unnavigable they had no choice.

"Is the mortal still on our trail."

One said, it was a male vampire, it had a large gash across its chest which had a bright orange glow of ash coming from it. A female looked out.

"He remains, how does he have this endurance, we've been being chased for three nights now almost all our clan dead or banished into hellish pits, where could he have come from."

"Make haste he comes closer."

The three continued running. As they came over a hill they noticed he was no longer behind them. The looked around. They saw a fast moving shadow circling them and could hear the cursed black blade. He then descended into them. One fell immediatly, it was the wounded one. He could not hope to stand before the aura he faced. Twelve swift and precise cuts prevented his immortal body from being able to regenerate for a long while. He'd be banished before that could happen. The next transformed into a large wold that stood thrice the hieght of Mormegail. It mauled the warrior removing his blade from his hands and sending it into the ground. The warrior began to wrestele the great beast. The beasts strength was great though, it beckoned its companion to make haste to the City of Edinborough to inform the central council of the region of this warrior. The vampire assumed the form of a bat and flew off. The beast then clawed the warrior several times. As the warrior lay bleeding on the ground it turned away. It then resumed the form of a vampire. A mistake however. The warrior reaching into his pouch took several herbs and placed them under his tongue. The were open wounds were, scars remained. He arose.

"Come, minion of the dark belly of earth, show me your strength."

The vampire turned around. It leaped forward assuming the form of a wolf once more. The martian warrior leaped to the side removing the sword from the ground, it sung in the air as it cleaved the forward right leg from the world in mid air allowing causing the mammoth beast to fall on the ground. The warrior then stepped forward and kneeled placing his sword in the ground, he began chanting in a foriegn tongue. The beast rose again using his last might to charge focusing all his dark energy forward.

"To the underworld you shall go, become one of our slaves is your doom mortal."

The warrior arose sheathing his sword as the wolf was almost upon him. Then in front of him a portal openned and the beast was flung into it, back to the pits from which he came, followed by the pieces of the vampire recently disposed of. The portal then closed, and the warrior looked in the direction from which the other had fled.

"To Edinborough it is."

[Naz T Mann]

Zen and Rachel had been walking silent for 4 blocks now. Rachel never liked it when Zen was quiet for so long, because that meant he was mad at her. Rachel never liked that. And, of course, Rachel's solution to everything was to talk.

"You're mad at me, aren't you?"

"Rachel, I'm not mad at you."

"You've been quite. You're never this quiet unless you're mad at me. I'm sorry about what happened at the bar."

"Rachel, I know you are. And like I said, I'm not mad at you."

"I didn't know that he was gonna get so angry."

Zen stopped and turned to face Rachel. Rachel started to look away.

"Look, that fight would've happened whether you had said anything or not. So, as I said, I'm not mad at you."

"How do you know it wouldn't have happened if I had just shut up."

"Because, I recognized the big man that was bothering us. I first saw him 8 years ago. He was one of the thugs that attack me the first time I used my powers."

"How did you know it was him?"

"I had been tracking him for 6 and a half years before I ran into you. And his friend with the pistol was one of the thugs that was with you when I found you. The big guy was actually part of their gang, which is what led me to you."

"Why'd you kill that guy! Maybe they know about me, who I am."

"Rachel, they're part of a local crime syndacate. They don't know anything about you. They're just thugs. So, I'm not mad, let's just find someplace to stay for tonight, alright."

[Ai]

The cold steel of Ai's magnum pressed against the kneeling cop's head.

"Say you're a pretty lady." Ai said in a cold voice. He cocked the hammer on the gun. The police man was sobbing now, and had pissed himself. He looked up at Ai, only to be pistol whipped in the face. Hard.

"Did I tell you to look at me?! No!! Now, say you're a piggy! Act like one!!" Ai screamed, and smashed his other gun across the cop's face. His nose and mouth now bled profusely. He got down on all fours, sobbing hysterically, and began oinking. Ai threw his head back, roaring with laughter. He took both guns, aimed them at the cop's body, and cut his laughter short, and spoke with venom.

"Die, pig." Ai said as he unloaded his gun into the officer. As the other 3 officers, gagged and bound, looked on in horror, they began puking, and with the cloth preventing it from going out, the choked to death, as Ai left, in his truck, the two cop cars' lights still flashing.

[Squall]

*two guards stood at the door. They breathed silently,expecting someone to come. They fell silent too when a katana blade hit them. Fireblade countinued on in the hideout. Looking around a corner he found too more*

" I heard some freak is supposed to come"

"Ya someone called Fireblade,probebly just another freak in a costume"

"These people seem to pop up a lot nowa days"

*Fireblade ran down the hallway. By the time the first man relized he was there,he already fell. Fireblade stuck the katana to the other man's throat*

"Where is he?"

"Who!?"

"Your boss!!"

"He's in the back!!"

"Thank you"

*Fireblade hit the man on the head,knocking him out. Fireblade made his way to the back,coming to the door. His blade ignited into what his name was as he sliced his way through the door. Several gunshots came through the doorway,missing him bearly*

"Get away!!!"

*Fireblade walked through and countinued to the man*

"Why did you kill her?"

"I...I...."

"You have no reason do you!?"

"No I don't....she was just in my way"

"Well guess what.....your in my way!!"

*Fireblade kicked the man down and stick the firey blade close to the man's throat. Blinking away the black hair dye dripping inside his helmet,he drew the sword back to kill him....but stopped*

"I want you to live......I want you to relize everything you did wrong in life....and to live with the pain of knowing what you did!!"

*Fireblade then turned around and left the building. The man layed was already dead after Fireblade left. Everything he had did wrong passed before his eyes before his heart gave out*

[Wind]

"New York city..." Alex said to himself as he drove through the big apple. Lights everywhere, skyscrapers, everything you ever heard about the city was flashing before his very eyes. He had never seen anything like it.

Alex pulled his motorcycle to the side of the street next to the building he was looking for and walked in. He quickly found the stairwell and scaled it, climbing up to the ninth floor.

"Nine-O' two, Nine-O' three, Nine-O' four!"

Alex put the key into the door and opened it. When he turned on the lights, he found an envelope on the table next to the door.

Alex

You're wondering how I found you, right? Knew that would be the first thing you'd want to know. Well Alex, we share something in common that you didn't know about, I have certain extra abilities too. I had the ablility to read people's minds and some precognative powers. (I trust you know that means I could predict the future.) That would be how that mysterious letter got to you a while back. You were always one of my favorite nephews Alex, so when I figured out about your secret, I decided that I'd give you a way to start over. Since you're reading this, I'm dead. You have inherited everything I own. I only ask that you do something worthwhile with your abilities. Make me proud.

-Uncle Berney

Alex let in a deep breath, feeling almost guilty to inherit his uncle's possesions. The man was by no means poor, and Alex could live off of his bank account for a long time, maybe even go to college. He just sat down.

"I'll make you proud."

[Triyun]

The streets of Edinburough were litup by street lamps. In this city the middle ages met the present, and was notorious for its occult activities underground. It was also probably one of the few cities one could wear a sword and not be thought odd in modern day earth. Mormegil went through the streets listening and looking around. He could smell the stench of the wounded vampire he had tracked here and it was getting closer. It had been ten nights pursuit at full sprint. He thirst to slay his prey for good. If it had not led him here it would have been sent into oblivion on the first day. He entered into the back alleys and went underneath a bridge. He smelled the vampiric stench strong and it was right in front of him. He then heard something coming...

[Wag - Now And Forever]

Terry walked past the guards lining the route through the secluded underground location of the Triad mafia HQ buried deep somewhere beneath southern Chicago. This was only one of many branches which were located throughout many major cities across America, although the true headquarters was somewhere deep in the orient.

The two guards standing by the black laquered double doors leading to the inner chamber opened the entrance, nodding to Terry as he passed. It was strange...the Triad bosses only used those of strict Japaneese decent to fill in the upper ranks, while they perfered the natives of whatever city the branch was in to do the dirty streetwork. It was classic, yet it also had much purpose. Someone who grew up in a town would obviously know it best.

"The money." Terry stated flatly, placing the envelope full of bills down on the bosses desk. A large maroon colored chair swung around to reveal Maruharu Takanada, also known as the leader of the Chicago district Triad. He was a large man, somewhere in his early fourties. With a large suit on that made his head look a little too small and his shoulders look a little too wide, Takanada was an incredibly imposing man, if not intimidating alltogether. He was reknown for his pragmatisim and ruthlessness, although many of his plans lacked finesse. Takanada knew exactly how many men it would cost him to do a job or mission, and he got it done...regardless of the casualties. The soldiers, save a select few close to him who acted as personal hitmen and assassins, were all expendable - Terry included.

"Ah Terry...so you've returned. I imagine that we will get next month's payment as smoothly as this one?" Takanada said, thumbing through the bills.

"The men didn't even realize there was a false bottom in the cash register..." Terry said. "Whoever goes next time needs to be a little more aware."

Takanada thumbed out several of the larger bills and tossed them at Terry. "But that's what I pay you for...isn't that right? Hehehe..."

Terry stood motionless, staring at Takanada for a moment before bending over to pick up each individual bill that had been thrown his way. He knew it would be smarter to just skim off what he needed from the top, but somehow, Takanada always knew when he was getting short changed. Perhaps it was the contentment he saw in the eyes of a courier who'd thought he'd already been paid.

"Come back tomorrow bright and early. I'll have a special job just for you," Takanada said, turning back around in his chair. Terry walked out of the room, the black laquered double doors being closed behind him.

[Nowhere Man]

*NM flipped the blood off of his knife, and rested it back in its sheath. The room was a mess, with broken furniture, various weapons, blood, and dead bodies everywhere. A few bodies on the floor were still gurgling. Blood pools around NM's boots. Walking over to the half-open sliding door, he is about to walk through when he looks over his shoulder at the carnage. He smiles coldly.*
I'm sorry, fellas. I must leave you now. You know what they say: "There's no rest for the wicked." Now, I must see my employer, and collect the money for your heads... and then his own head.
*NM steps out and closes the door softly behind him. Like a shadow, he is gone; recedes into darkness.*

[Craze]

*Yuwara was walking down the street, it was a normal day for him, he wanted something to keep his mind off things. He ignores the bloodied, bruised bodies that are lying by the walls and alleyways, all that look like him. He knows his mind is doing that, and he doesn't want to it to make him cause a ruckas in public, for those don't end too well.*

*He walks by stores, bars, and many a place and hearing sounds of shuffling, of "oofs!" and crashes, but he wants to ignore thinking it's his mind tricking him again. For this always seems to happen when he is about to take a job.*

*He got a call asking him to do some cleaning. Why he chose me, I have no idea. But it was job, and a job is a job. And jobs for me, or ones I accept, don't come by on a day to day basis.*

*Nevertheless, he walks down Garter Street, trying to avoid people and glide in his own cool way into the mall and look at the surrooundings of his hit, without causing suspicion, and seeing his many possibilities. But the only ring that comes back to his mind is the voice of the caller, for a certain is distinctive, almost reconizable, but even on the tip of his tongue blanks draw up in his mind*

[Squall]

*Leon sat up around his sorched surrondings,relizeing his head was laying in a pool of black hair dye*

uhhh......no it happened again....

*Leo looked in horror at what had happen. Most of his class was on fire.....part of a wall missing. He looked around seeing who he killed. Leon held back tears......he had killed his whole class*

NO!! Why......

*then he turned to walk out the hole in the wall,looking straight at police cars along with Fire Trucks*

"Hey! We have a surviver"

*the police man ran towards Leon*

"Get away from me...."

"You ok kid? Here lets get you to a Ambulance"

*Leon ignited into flames*

"I said get away from me!! I don't want to hurt anyone else"

*Leon extinguished his flames and hoped on his Motor Cycle*

"Hey kid! You can't go anywhere. I bet you caused this freak"

*Leon put on his helmet and aimed his hand towards the officers car,fired one fireball,destroyer most of the car. Then Leon sped off to pack his stuff as quick as he could. He was leaving for good*