League Of Sidekicks 2: ((Ending Soon/Closed))
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"I hadn't intended on wiping you off the face of the earth with my first attack, but this next attack wont miss." Jason said, turning to face him, another fire blast incinerating everything in a 25 foot radius. His face hadn't changed at all, neither had any other aspect of his voice
From anyone's perspective, Jason now had no emotion left in him. He quickly ducked to the side, speeding around his fire blast and armoring his hands. This man would soon regret messing with Jason tonight.
The Fire blasts should pretty much be a beacon to anyone who wants to come and see what is happening.
'OK.'
She jumped up and started using the sound waves to get to the location.
She jumped up and started using the sound waves to get to the location.
I couldn't think of anything else to put...
Ricky had saw the huge flame, but already told himself to follow these ladies and help them, so he did. He saw them jump on eachother and get moving, so he just followed close behind."Where we going" He said happily, until she went away very fast. He sat one the ground and pouted.
As the fireball erupted, Gaz backed up casually with his hoverboard. The heat let up just a few inches in front of his face, currently looking almost as bored as Jason. His hands sparked to life as the bright blue light zapped anything nearby. After a few seconds of showing off Gaz responded to Jason.
"Now, I don't know what you were aiming at there, but if it was me I'm pretty sure you missed."
His board suddenly moved, suspending him upside-down, midair, above Jason. Gaz took the time to wave and say "buh-bye" before sending a massive bolt of electricity at the villains.
"Now, I don't know what you were aiming at there, but if it was me I'm pretty sure you missed."
His board suddenly moved, suspending him upside-down, midair, above Jason. Gaz took the time to wave and say "buh-bye" before sending a massive bolt of electricity at the villains.
Karen looked down and spotted the site. She pointed. "There it is!" pointing to a small underbrush with a parachute dangling from a tree.
what I wrote. Seriously. Couldn't figure out what to put up there.
*Bow*
Dexter set off to the flames. "Maybe it's Disturbed. Hmm. They don't use that much pyrotechnics, though... Nickelback?"
Jason's body disappeared, and re-appeared, having moved faster than the human eye could see, on the other side of the pillar. The lightning smashed harmlessly against the side of the pillar. Jason looked over at the man.
"I'm going to give you my name... and you will give me yours. That is the proper way to begin a battle, or don't you know that? My name is Jason, now it is your turn." Jason said, his hands back inside his cloak pockets.
Gaz gave a devilish smile under his dark hood, only his brilliant smile visible in the dark air of night. "Sorry." He said. "Don't do names; rather not get personal with folk I'm just gonna throw in jail, right? But if ya wanna call me somethin', then let's go with the Blue Ace. You oughta know that name, right?"
He hopped off his board, only to suddenly disappear in a flash.
"I mean, I'm a world class superhero here. And you?"
He re-appeared directly behind Jason, close enough to whisper into his ear.
"You're a rank amateur."
Blue Ace fired a ball of lightning towards Jason's back, already firing a second blast at where he believed he'd dodge to.
He hopped off his board, only to suddenly disappear in a flash.
"I mean, I'm a world class superhero here. And you?"
He re-appeared directly behind Jason, close enough to whisper into his ear.
"You're a rank amateur."
Blue Ace fired a ball of lightning towards Jason's back, already firing a second blast at where he believed he'd dodge to.
Karen quickly slipped on her flak vest and helmet. She laced up her combat boots, and stuck the grenades into their holsters. She then slung her RPG-32 on her back and holstered her two pistols. Then Karen reached into the bottom of the box and pulled out her beloved G-36 nuzzling it "How's momma's baby been doing? How are you?"
The lightning smacked against Jason's now armored body. He stumbled a bit, the electricity running through his body. He turned around the armor receding as the other lightning flew off and stopped.
"I'm going to admit Blue Ace... I thought you had me there for a moment, but your mistaken. If you believe you can destroy me with that amateur attack, then you didn't do your homework too well." Jason said, shooting off fireballs, about 20 in all, and never at the same spot,
He shot them off rapidly, so that they would all hit at once. When he was done shooting, the fireballs formed together like a wall of flames, but all separated by a few inches in between the fireballs.
Blue Ace watched the advancing flames curiously. He scratched his chin a moment then did something unexpected. He yawned. He punched his fists together, a wave of electricity dispelling the flames into nothing. When the last lick and ember faded, he spoke.
"Fire powers. Likely mutant in origin. Supplemented by heavy armor. Can morph into a dragon. Partial and whole, by mission reports. Nice file you've got, kid, but for a cocky little brat I'd have expected at least some intelligence. I've fought three villains with the same portfolio as you. As a matter of fact, aren't you the brother of that creep I threw in the asylum about seven years back?"
He hopped back onto his hoverboard and shot a water tank, spilling water all over the roof. He then extended his hands and shot lightning from his fingertips, attempting to shock Jason from the water.
"Fire powers. Likely mutant in origin. Supplemented by heavy armor. Can morph into a dragon. Partial and whole, by mission reports. Nice file you've got, kid, but for a cocky little brat I'd have expected at least some intelligence. I've fought three villains with the same portfolio as you. As a matter of fact, aren't you the brother of that creep I threw in the asylum about seven years back?"
He hopped back onto his hoverboard and shot a water tank, spilling water all over the roof. He then extended his hands and shot lightning from his fingertips, attempting to shock Jason from the water.
"Metallica? All That Remains? Seasons After? Drowning Pool?"
i highly doubt its any of those.
"...Linkin Park?"
i highly doubt its any of those.
"...Linkin Park?"
Jason smiled, crossing his arms and falling backwards from the top of the pillar. He let himself fall for about 30ft before using his wings to stop his descent and circle around the pillar. He smiled, letting out a cone of flames that began to snake their way up the pillar. Before Blue Ace knew what hit him, Jason's flames burst skyward, closing in as the flames reached just above Blue Ace. The walls of flames began to shrink, forcing Blue Ace to either go down, or find a way out of the pillar.
Jason flew upward, at about the same height as Blue Ace should be, and drew his sword. He know waited for Blue Ace to make his next move.
Alfred woke up in a hospital bed. He was surrounded by three doctors holding the doors to the room shut. One of the doctors turn to him, a surgery mask on his face. "Thank god! We've been waiting for you to get up!" The door bulged slightly. "I can't believe we found Galaxy!" Another one of the doctors at the door shouted. "I own all of your comics, Mr. Black. I'm a huge fan." "Garry, shut up!" The first doctor shouted. He turned back to Alfred. "We just want to know if you're good for a few interviews. I know you're pretty beat up, but you don't have to get up or anything. We can take care of it."
Alfred looked at them. "Sure, sure. I think I can deal with it. Just make sure they edit anything of my stuttering out." He joked. The doors opened, and, instead of a few dozen reporters, only Rachel walked in. She looked like she was no older than sixteen. "Da... daddy?" She said, sounding like a little girl. Alfred smiled. He suddenly felt much better, stood up from the hospital bed. He hugged her. "I... I didn't mean for what happened to happen. If I knew what your mother was doing, I would have done something. I'm so sorry." He pulled away and looked at her. She had changed into what she was now. Cold. Dark. Dirty. "What is.... Terror! Get the fuck out here! I said now! You know the rules, if someone knows they're in the dream, you wake them up! Come out you fucking coward!"
A slow clapping sound was heard. Rachel faded away, and the world turned to darkness, with Alfred in the only light. A man in a suit, a normal work suit, with brown eyes, a large nose, and brown hair, sat atop a wall, watching Alfred "Well done, well done. I should have guessed you where immune to my powers by now. In fact, I'm surprised that you fell for it as long as you did. Bravo, bravo. I always loved watching your Dreams. The others where just so... bland. The Rat had his parents murder, Violet had her village being burned down by stolen Vietcong tanks, and Steal always had the death of his newborn son, but not you. You always had regrets, and stories. Plays, practically. Such as the kid you let die when he was attacked by The Mechanist. Want to see that one again? I always loved that one. Action!"
Alfred fell to his knees and grabbed his head. The painful memory of the child dying. The look in his eyes. The blood on his face. The screams of pain when the gears started to crush him. The life fade from his eyes as he breathed his last breath. It brought back a million things he didn't do, a billion people he couldn't save, a trillion things he could have done better. All of them at once. "That. Is It!" His armor slipped on and he stood up. "I'm tired of never wanting to fight you. I don't care anymore. Bring it on!" He charged Terror, but was stopped when the vision of a cat falling off a forty-story building and exploding on the ground below. He fell to the ground again.
"Remember that cat? Mittens was his name, wasn't it? It was your cat, or was it your daughters? I don't-" Terror felt a sharp pain in his stomach. "If you ever say my daughter, or Rachel, or Rach, or anything mentioning her ever again, I might just piss on your grave when I kill you. Suit, engage protocol 'Nightmare'." Medical needles shot out of Alfred's suit's arms and legs. "I know your fear. Needles. Medical needles, to be exact. I know you gained this fear after seeing your father get dosed with rat poison in a concentration camp. It didn't kill him fast. He suffered for weeks, and you blamed the needle, because that's all you saw of that doctor. You made that doctor re-live the murder of his wife one hundred million, four hundred thousand, six hundred and forty nine times. He committed suicide the next day. Hung himself with a flag, the Swastika having blood dripping all over it."
Terror fell down from the wall upon seeing the needles. "Wha... What the fuck is in those." He screamed. Alfred grinned. "Rat poison." All of the needles shot out and flew forward, hitting Terror in the chest and legs."Ge... Get them off! Get them the fuck off! Please, help! I..." He started to cry, something Alfred had never seen him do before. "I didn't mean it! Please, get them off, get them offffffffffffffff!" Alfred turned away and started to walk into the darkness. "You should have thought of this before you mentioned my daughter."
The darkness faded, along with Terror, and Alfred shot up in a hospital bed, barley able to move his arms. There was no one around. No one at all. He checked himself. He had a small note card on the table next to him. It read "You... you bastard! I thought you where a fucking hero, not a some fuckhead who leaves a guy to die in the dark because of fucking rat poison! Fuck you! And your fucking daughter too! Yeah, Fuckin' Munchkin is coming for your **** of a daughter next.
-Sign
Terror"
Alfred smirked and laid back down. You'll have a better chance of killing me than killing Rach. He soon fell asleep, unafraid of another "dream".
Alfred looked at them. "Sure, sure. I think I can deal with it. Just make sure they edit anything of my stuttering out." He joked. The doors opened, and, instead of a few dozen reporters, only Rachel walked in. She looked like she was no older than sixteen. "Da... daddy?" She said, sounding like a little girl. Alfred smiled. He suddenly felt much better, stood up from the hospital bed. He hugged her. "I... I didn't mean for what happened to happen. If I knew what your mother was doing, I would have done something. I'm so sorry." He pulled away and looked at her. She had changed into what she was now. Cold. Dark. Dirty. "What is.... Terror! Get the fuck out here! I said now! You know the rules, if someone knows they're in the dream, you wake them up! Come out you fucking coward!"
A slow clapping sound was heard. Rachel faded away, and the world turned to darkness, with Alfred in the only light. A man in a suit, a normal work suit, with brown eyes, a large nose, and brown hair, sat atop a wall, watching Alfred "Well done, well done. I should have guessed you where immune to my powers by now. In fact, I'm surprised that you fell for it as long as you did. Bravo, bravo. I always loved watching your Dreams. The others where just so... bland. The Rat had his parents murder, Violet had her village being burned down by stolen Vietcong tanks, and Steal always had the death of his newborn son, but not you. You always had regrets, and stories. Plays, practically. Such as the kid you let die when he was attacked by The Mechanist. Want to see that one again? I always loved that one. Action!"
Alfred fell to his knees and grabbed his head. The painful memory of the child dying. The look in his eyes. The blood on his face. The screams of pain when the gears started to crush him. The life fade from his eyes as he breathed his last breath. It brought back a million things he didn't do, a billion people he couldn't save, a trillion things he could have done better. All of them at once. "That. Is It!" His armor slipped on and he stood up. "I'm tired of never wanting to fight you. I don't care anymore. Bring it on!" He charged Terror, but was stopped when the vision of a cat falling off a forty-story building and exploding on the ground below. He fell to the ground again.
"Remember that cat? Mittens was his name, wasn't it? It was your cat, or was it your daughters? I don't-" Terror felt a sharp pain in his stomach. "If you ever say my daughter, or Rachel, or Rach, or anything mentioning her ever again, I might just piss on your grave when I kill you. Suit, engage protocol 'Nightmare'." Medical needles shot out of Alfred's suit's arms and legs. "I know your fear. Needles. Medical needles, to be exact. I know you gained this fear after seeing your father get dosed with rat poison in a concentration camp. It didn't kill him fast. He suffered for weeks, and you blamed the needle, because that's all you saw of that doctor. You made that doctor re-live the murder of his wife one hundred million, four hundred thousand, six hundred and forty nine times. He committed suicide the next day. Hung himself with a flag, the Swastika having blood dripping all over it."
Terror fell down from the wall upon seeing the needles. "Wha... What the fuck is in those." He screamed. Alfred grinned. "Rat poison." All of the needles shot out and flew forward, hitting Terror in the chest and legs."Ge... Get them off! Get them the fuck off! Please, help! I..." He started to cry, something Alfred had never seen him do before. "I didn't mean it! Please, get them off, get them offffffffffffffff!" Alfred turned away and started to walk into the darkness. "You should have thought of this before you mentioned my daughter."
The darkness faded, along with Terror, and Alfred shot up in a hospital bed, barley able to move his arms. There was no one around. No one at all. He checked himself. He had a small note card on the table next to him. It read "You... you bastard! I thought you where a fucking hero, not a some fuckhead who leaves a guy to die in the dark because of fucking rat poison! Fuck you! And your fucking daughter too! Yeah, Fuckin' Munchkin is coming for your **** of a daughter next.
-Sign
Terror"
Alfred smirked and laid back down. You'll have a better chance of killing me than killing Rach. He soon fell asleep, unafraid of another "dream".
Tell me if these seem unnecessary or just plain stupid, I just want to get a few of the villains from Alfred's past out there and in the open. Also, yes, this was a shameless theft of Scarecrow, what of it?
Dexter was almost there.
His phone rang.
"Yello? Oh, hey mom. What? No, I'm not gay! Why would you ask that? You know I'm trying to get a band togeth- NO I'M NOT! THERE IS NOTHING WRONG WITH METAL!"
He hung up. It rang again.
His phone rang.
"Yello? Oh, hey mom. What? No, I'm not gay! Why would you ask that? You know I'm trying to get a band togeth- NO I'M NOT! THERE IS NOTHING WRONG WITH METAL!"
He hung up. It rang again.
Karen looked through the scope of her G-36 seeing the two combatants. One looked fuzzy but the other was "JASON?!"