Surge 2 [Begun!]

[terribleyetfun]

terrible let out a small oooohhh as the APC went up in flames.
"I love the sight of explosions they always satisfy" terrible said under a sigh before running full pelt into the other APC hitting it with a shoulder tackle and sending it flying into the main guard outpost ripping the small wooden box apart and tearing the gate down with it.

"time to break some hearts" terrible chuckled at how lame that joke was before looking for the four police officers who had pacemakers and with a snap of his fingers terrible sent a surge of electricity through each of them causing the officers to fall to the ground convulsing in a heart attack.

"now time for the fun to begin" terrible laughed his same evil laugh as he grabbed a nearby police cruiser and swung it like a club into two police officers and two army personnel knocking them all in the head killing each of them in a spray of blood, terrible then threw the car like a spear at another two army officers crushing them both under it.

"I love doing this" terrible said to himself as he continued tearing apart the weak defenses at the front gate of the airport,either frying people to death with bolts of electricity or tearing them limb from limb, especially in one amusing kill where terrible tore a man's arm off and beat him to death with it the area becoming a massive splatter area of blood and various other organs among the destroyed vehicles and charred corpses that lay around him, terrible surveyed his work the scene of carnage a wonderful site to him, he cackled madly like a madman before shouting over his shoulder to Nathan that the front gate was cleared.

 

[Quad08]

Nathan walked slowly through the chaos Terrible had created, looking around for anyone who might be a pilot.

"Reinforcements should be arriving soon, lets find a pilot and get out of here"

He said, walking causally into the airport, the sliding doors opening with a happy "PING" sound.

 

[revolverwolf]

ThreeWords made a noise that Catherine could distinguish to be a sigh and then he folded his arms across his chest, "That's the problem Catherine. As far as I can figure out, there's literally no-one out there that could help us. Anyone who may have done has most likely been driven away by your... erm, 4W's displays of attempted super-cide."

"And what are we up against?"

"Everything. Supers are being killed by normals, The Company will almost definitely be after us as soon as Carter realises why you aren't responding to her, and supers... they shall be acting as we have seen them act before. They will be crazed. Anything that moves will more than likely be trying to attack us."

"Ah... And here's me hoping that things could be simple for once."

"There's not much to go on. Carter herself has yet to show up, though it's only a matter of time until she does, and The Company itself is currently going after a super that has named themselves 'Pain.' While I doubt he can provide us anything, he will at least prove a useful distraction should The Company ever locate us."

Huh... It wasn't much, she agreed, but it was still a hell of a lot better than nothing. "Any idea where we can find him?"

"Better than an idea. An exact location."

Spoiler: OOC

I hate it when ThreeWords doesn't reply. It forces me to use my own imagination to think of good responses to my own questions.

 

[Yorgmiester]

Mike struggled to still his body, which shook with anticipation, as he stalked down an empty hallway deep within Urbis Central.

His clothing was different than the blue jumpsuit he had worn before. Pain had given him new ones. His frame was now adorned by a billowy black robe, with a matching cape and hood. Strange red marks, like runes, dotted it's surface everywhere, seemingly at random, and many a gaping hole was shredded in the fabric to reveal parts of his body. Black leather gloves with spikes on the knuckles and long, knee-high boots, matched with a long chain belt that hung at an angle across his hips, wrapped many times around to look like some kind of restraint.

Cheesy, yes. Laughable, maybe. Did Mike care? Hell no. It was fuckin' awesome.

The sound of a hospital cart around the next corner set a wicked grin upon his lips. The cart rounded the corner, and the nurse pushing it instantly screamed, letting go and falling to the floor, clutching her leg. The cart, which held an elderly cancer patient, kept going, drifting to the left and ramming into the wall. The old man shakily sat up, looking around bewilderedly for a moment, before he suddenly let out a cry and began clutching at his neck.

---

Amidst the swaying golden waves, a vast dome of light. The sun descended to earth. Rain burns around it. Blood from the sky. The head of an animal rolls in from the hills, and somewhere nearby, a man screams. The light blinds.

Pain jolted to awareness, his face, the human one, smacking strait into a solid wall of rock. He recoiled, backing away as the goo reformed around him. For a few seconds he remained still, soundless in the utter darkness. It had never happened like that before, while he was still awake. For the first time in a long time, Pain was unnerved.

Then, with a shutter, he returned to himself, a grin once again adorning his ugly head. Glancing upwards, he gazed at not only the rock directly above his head, but at the city far above. Something was going on up there besides the obvious. Something was coming. Somebody who could actually stand up to him. He could feel it in his bones. All the more reason to get the party started.

"Do it now." Pain growled into the radio, before 'putting it away' and continuing on to wherever it was he was going. The message had been made before Reggie teamed up with the Company, which Pain admittedly hadn't expected, so there were a few holes. Still, it would accomplish most of it's purpose.

---

A fleet of advertising blimps wasn't easy to come by, for anyone. Much less ones with gigantic digital screens on the sides. Tanks and fighter jets were in readier supply. Still, Pain had managed to gather a fair number of them; six to be exact, and now they were all circling the city, weaving slowly through the air near all the major hotspots.

Simultaneously, the screens burst to life, displaying gigantic conflagrations of random colors and shapes and spouting chaotic sounds to get everyone's attention. The brilliant lights lit up the evening sky, the noisome blaring echoing across the city. A long string of fireworks shot out from the bottom of the blimps. After one minute and forty-four seconds of this attention gathering, the chaos suddenly stopped. The fireworks ceased, the loudspeakers went quiet, and the colorful static on the screens was replaced by a more familiar, more insidious image.

The Bomber.

The gas-masked, hooded figure sat in a shadowy room, his gloved fingers forming a pyramid in front of his head. His shoulders heaved up and down dramatically, as if he were about to explode with fury. For a full thirty seconds nothing happened. Then, he began.

"Weak. Pathetic and weak. This city, these supers, the Company. You are all weak. I warned you once, but still you won't listen. You still won't do anything about it. Still you succumb to the wild demands and ravings of mad-men. Still you cower in fear. Still you turn upon your brothers."

---

Three Apache helicopters swerved through the glass jungle of uptown, narrowly avoiding the sides of the skyscrapers as they pursued their target, guns blazing.

Ahead of them, performing the same maneuvering act but with far less caution, a gigantic, black, winged beast. It's body morphed and grew, extending and retracting, latching onto the sides of buildings and pulling chunks out of them as it passed. Slowing down, speeding up, looping through the air and swiveling around playfully as it lead the choppers on a wild game of cat and mouse through the city.

---

For five minutes straight the Bomber simply rambled, to make sure that every news station and every pathetic citizen in the city was watching him. Then, he began his real message.

"...but no more. This has gone on for too long! I'm fucking sick of it! It'll end now, with all of you pathetic people dieing in one place." The figure shuttered, as if from excitement, and then leaned forward, and ripped off his mask. Underneath, dark skin, a heavy, sweat-laden brow, wild dreadlocks, and piercing green eyes.

Reggie.

"My name is Reginald Silva, and I am fucking tired of this whole fucking mess!" The man screamed at the screen. "I'm tired of supers, I'm tired of the Company, and I'm tired of Pain!!!" He breathed hard for a moment, his eyes piercing through the gigantic screens at everyone in the city.

"It all ends now. Meet me, all you freaks of this damned city, at Urbis Central. I have a surprise waiting there, for all of you. A big one. You can probably guess what it is, as I'm rather unimaginative when it comes to gift-buying." He laughed for a few moments, then became serious again. "This city is a gigantic crater waiting to happen. You have no choice but to fight. Urbis Central is the new battleground."

And with that, the blimps exploded.

---

Pain swiveled in the air, inverting his flight, and shot straight at the pursuing Apaches, which now numbered seven. Their bullets and missiles struck pointlessly for a few seconds before the aircraft were all punched out of the sky, sent whirling into nearby buildings, where they billowed into magnificent plumes of fire.

Pain dropped to the ground far below and then disappeared, heading for Urbis Central. He was pleased with how the video had come out. World-class prosthetics beat 3D animation any day.

 

[Aqualung]

Miranda tucked the strand of golden hair back behind her ear again. The damned thing always seemed to get in the way, but it was a nuisance she had grown to accept through sheer habit. With a heavy sigh, she leaned her head back against the wall of the alleyway. She knew Norman would be waiting, but the motivation to move was too weak. Instead, her mind soared away elsewhere, gazing down upon what felt like a different world completely.

Laughter rang through the midsummer air, dancing upon the gentle breeze like birdsong. Through a long field of tall grass the heads of three golden heads bobbed up and down, occasionally with the wave of a small hand or a flash of rosy cheeks. Sparrows danced overhead, their shadows frantically dancing upon the ground until the birds settled in a nearby maple. The monstrous tree stood alone in the field, its signature leaves expanding in a beautiful shower of rich green. By its roots the three girls finally stopped, and two began to climb.

The third girl, the smallest and youngest of the trio, watched as her sisters scrambled up the knotted wood, pulling themselves up the branches with a sort of clumsiness. Her vibrant blue eyes began to water. "Miranda! Miranda!"

The other sibling, upon hearing her name, stopped to glance earthward. Her brown eyes seemed to shimmer the colour of dark honey in the bright noon sunlight. After a moment, she clambered onto a stiff branch and lay on her belly, extending a hand to the youngest.

"You have to jump, Amy."

The girl bit her lip, a sign that Miranda knew well. The small one was determined. She leaped and their hands connected in an unbreakable grip. With a bit of a struggle, Miranda finally was able to help her sister onto the branch. "Watch out- don't fall!" She paused, then lifted her eyes upward.

Above the pair, the last sister peered down through the leaves. "Are you two coming?" she asked expectantly, her short blond hair curling around her petite chin and emerald eyes. Her boyish figure clamped onto one branch firmly by the legs, as if riding a majestic steed. Miranda looked to Amy, who still appeared a little shaken from nearly being left behind. Miranda shook her head.

"We'll stick down here." The leaves stirred slowly in the breeze, the sunlight warming the girls' arms and faces whenever it managed to find a hole in the shady tree. "It's cooler, anyway."

"Weak. Pathetic and weak."

Miranda's eyes snapped open. As the voice overhead continued to vent in a flustered and shivering rage, she moved out of the alleyway. The police that littered the area setting up tape or taking photographs all gazed skyward. Curious, she did the same.

The Bomber. Miranda felt her heart sink; Temica Grey's disappearance must be affiliated with him, somehow. But determining what, exactly, was nigh impossible. Fire and dynamite was far too effective at eradicating evidence.

Once his short speech concluded, she trotted off toward Norman's car, sliding in the passenger seat. He was peering out through his window toward the blimps. "Drive. You were right: we're not finding anything here. But if-"

She was caught off by what sounded like a violent bang of thunder. She caught only the reflection of the explosion off another car, but the sight of it was enough to tell what had happened. Turning to Norman, eyes wide, she tugged on the seatbelt and cried once more, "Go!"

As the shower of flaming debris and heavy chunks of scorched metal rained to the ground, the dark car veered out of its parking place and tore down the street, heading for Urbis Central.

Spoiler: OOC

Hmm. Seems like Miranda's a bit of a stronger person than Amy was. But that third sister outstripped the both of them... Kids, huh!

 

[Quad08]

Nathan watched with amusement at the sights in the sky. He had been worried before how Terrible and himself would escape in the airplane but now...now everyone was focused on this 'Bomber' and his declaration of a rumble at Urbis Central.

He was right about one thing...the city was a crater waiting to happen.

With a swish of his trench coat, Nathan turned back to the scattered and scared airport personal

"Now then, whoever can fly us out of this mess, please step forward..."

 

[Zepren]

Reggie stopped where he was standing. People were thinking his name....? He found one of these thoughts. A young woman sat in front of her TV screen watching Reggie give a speech as the bomber.

Fuck

He read through the woman's memories. He listened to the speech a few times over and his eyes blazed.

PAIN!!! Pain you ************. I'm sick of you fucking with me!

He began to walk to the overturned humvee. The tanks kept up the fire on him but the shells merely exploded upon an invisible shield. His rage had strengthened his powers. Nothing would stop him. He reached inside the downed vehicle and produced a small radio handset. He tuned the frequency and then spoke calmly into it.

"Blackwood"

A voice appeared at the other end.

"Authorisation passcode" asked the sleek female voice.

"Everest." He said, eyes still blazing.

"Your target, sir?" Asked the voice.

Reggie stopped for a moment then decided this was the only option.

"Target, Urbis Central Station." He said.

"Please confirm."

"Urbis central...." His voice was calm and almost other worldly. He couldn't believe it had come to this.

Was this truly the only way? Think of the innocent....

"Code Ruby, cancel launch. I'm going in." He said before letting go of the handset.

"Roger, over and out." Said the voice but Reggie was already out of ears shot as he ran full-pelt down the road, back towards the city.

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"Sir, he'll be at central station..." The owner sleek voice spun in her chair to face her superior.
"Proceed with launch. T-minus, 2 hours. We want to make sure him and all the other freaks are there." Said and old, greying man. He sat the a large chair, medals dangled from his chest. He sat very casual for a soldier on duty.
"General, they are ready for you." A man full military attire had appeared next to him. He lead the General through many doors till eventually they came to a room that was filled with a buzz of noise, yet no people. All that stood there was a curtain. The soldier lead the General beyond the curtain to a podium in a brightly lit room full of photographers, cameramen and ,most importantly, news reporters.

The general took his place behind the podium.

"Citizens of Urbis. I am here to inform you of the first city-wide evacuation in our history..." His voice was calm and clear as he trailed into the logistics.
"Citizens, you have two hours to leave. This is for your own safety..."

 

[terribleyetfun]

terrible wandered about the airfield tearing down fences and searching airport hangars for anybody that looked like a pilot.

"goddammit,it`s like looking for a Lego piece, you see them plenty of times when you don`t need them and when you do they`re nowhere to be found" terrible sighed his voice echoing around the hangar he was searching, terrible looked to the left corner of the hangar and saw a stack of crates, he slowly walked up to them charging one fist with twice the voltage of a taser just in case.

Terrible approached the pile of crates noting a small shuffling noise before suddenly a man dressed in a helmet and flight suit lept out at him taser in hand and hit him straight in the chest a small blue spark searing his coat, terrible merely stared at the man with a 'are you kidding look before grabbing the man by the collar and hoisting him up so his eyes met terrible's.

"do you know how to fly a plane" terrible snarled a look of intense fury on his face as he stared unblinkingly at the man a deadly look in his eyes.

"yes, but I`m not helping you...you,scum" the pilot spat before hacking a loogie right at terrible's face landing on the front of his shirt.

"why you little-" terrible snarled before punching the pilot in the head with a roar knocking him out, terrible slung him over his shoulder and walked outside to find Nathan.

"hey Nathan !, I got a present for ya" terrible yelled walking towards where Nathan had gathered the airport employees.

 

[revolverwolf]

Of course this was how it had to happen. It always did. When one super issues the call, the others go like moths to the flame. It always ends in their deaths, this Catherine had learned, and only one would be left alive. It was painful to think of it like this, but... it was true.

She remembered the last time this happened. The broadcast. After they drew close enough, missiles rained from the sky and Carter attempted to blow up the city...

They were going to destroy Urbis. As they had done with the last two. Her solutions before had both failed. A call for supers turned into massacre. Attacking Carter head-on resulted in massive failure. The select few she could trust had been murdered or scattered across the nation. Everything she had tried since her powers manifested had ended in ruin...

"ThreeWords," she spoke softly. "You know... that we must stop Reggie. His actions are going to result in Urbis' destruction." She turned her head to him, "But Pain must be found also. Whoever he is, Reggie sure as hell doesn't like what he can do. He's turning out to be quite a popular individual."

"Indeed. The wisest course of action would be to split up, each taking one target. Both are likely to be at Urbis Central."

"Then I'll go after Pain. Reggie won't be able to read your mind. At least you'll have that to your advantage."

ThreeWords nodded, "To Urbis Central Station." He started to run directly north, leaving Catherine only a few steps behind, before they both went crashing through a window and blasting away into skies.

Failure is not an option.

 

[Quad08]

"Finally! You'd think these people would want to get out of here"

Nathan laughed, as Terrible dropped the body in front of him.

"He is a pilot right?"

He asked the employees who nodded quickly

"Good"

Placing his hand on the mans forehead, he sent a Spirit String into the brain. The connection would be stronger now, and the mans eyes suddenly opened as he saluted Nathan

"Where to sir?"

Nathan looked to Terrible and grinned

"Lets go find us an airplane"

 

[Aqualung]

Miranda rest her head with a soft thump against the headrest of her seat, the leather pleasantly cool. The sound of car horns and sirens blazed from all directions as she and Norman waited in the ever-growing traffic along the long stretch of road heading straight for Urbis Central. Massive posters, advertisements, and signs all stared down upon the horde of angry drivers, their energetic smiles a sharp and unfitting contrast.

Norman sighed and began drumming his fingers against the outside of the car door, his window rolled down to allow some air to pass through. After a moment, he contributed a loud honk to the noise, though he knew it would do nothing.

She fidgeted restlessly, straightening in her seat to see down the line. About three blocks down the road a blockade of police cars and firetrucks sat, an iron wall of flashing lights. "We could at least try to get through."

"Even if we manage to pass them- which is very unlikely, since we're not high enough rank for that kind of security- how the hell is going there going to help our investigation?" Norman tilted his head forward to get a good look at Miranda's face. "What does this whole super issue have to do with us? Besides, of course, your..." He trailed off, uncertain of the right word.

Miranda met his gaze hesitantly and sighed. "Norman, I'm sorry. Public transit is shit."

"Uhh... Yeah, it is, but...?"

"I needed the ride here. This isn't going to help us find Temica Grey. It's..."

"It's Amy." Norman leaned back. "This is what happened last time, isn't it? The day she vanished."

With a shuddering breath, Miranda nodded. "Norman," she said quickly, "I've never hidden anything from you-"

"You're not as good at it as you think." He smiled slyly. She broke into a weak grin.

"Probably not. But Norman, if this is repeating itself, if I can get involved in this, maybe I can follow her. Maybe I can find- find out what happened to her." Her lips tightened as she struggled to keep her voice straight. "You know I can get past that barricade."

Norman didn't seem pleased. "Yeah... I know you can. But I don't know what's going to happen when you get stuck in a city full of other supers ready to kill."

"Neither do I. But I have to try something, right?" Forcing a reassuring smile, Miranda unclipped her seatbelt and reached for the door handle. Norman grabbed her by the arm and she froze, hoping he wasn't about to convince her to leave the matter alone once again. Instead, his response was more than what she had hoped for.

"If you can get one person by, you can move two." He paused, then pointed to the glove box by her knees. "Pass me the glasses in there."

As he released his grip, she tugged open the compartment and fished out a pair of black sunglasses. She handed them to Norman and, despite the darkened skies overhead, slid them onto his long nose.

With a pat of her side to make sure her gun was safely hidden beneath her jacket, Miranda's mind strayed back to their times together in university and at work. More and more frequently it seemed as though the two were getting themselves into forbidden places, all courtesy of her 'special gift'. Though the experience for Norman was unpleasant, the benefits were too extraordinary to pass. As he steadied his breathing and adjusted the glasses, Miranda asked patiently, "Eyes shut tight?"

"Yup. Whenever you're ready." He turned toward his door and grabbed the handle, its position easy to find by memory. As he did so, the light within the car seemed to dim before both Miranda and Norman vanished completely.

He slid out of the car, attempting to be as inconspicuous as possible. No other drivers seemed to notice. Miranda followed, clambering over the shift stick and the driver's seat and out onto the road.

Light was her specialty. Bend it, create it, absorb it, reflect it... The possibilities were seemingly endless. With ease she was able to bend the light around herself and Norman, giving them the VIP pass of invisibility. The shields of light curved around their every limb and every hair, so perfectly that as long as they touched no one, they were unnoticed. Unfortunately the shield, while unnoticeable from the outside, appeared on the inside for any normal individual as simply a crushing light from all sides and angles. If Norman were to open his eyes, he would receive serious optical damage- yet somehow, Miranda saw only flecks of light in the edges of her vision, clearly noticeable but not even bothersome. As a result, Miranda grabbed his hand and had to carefully tug him down the long street, steering the blind agent toward the barricade, and toward Urbis Central.

 

[terribleyetfun]

"hm an airplane,now where could we find one of those" terrible mused, tapping his chin before turning around to the airport hangars behind him.

"I`l be right back" terrible said over his shoulder walking towards a hangar and looking inside, it was empty, he moved to the next hangar and found a two seater jet.

"dammit not big enough" terrible snapped slamming his fist against the hangar wall creating a massive dent before moving onto the next one, this time finding what appeared to be a private charter business jet.

"hell yeah, this`ll do" terrible said with a satisfied smile on his face, he then turned back to Nathan and jogged back informing him of the plane.

"well Nathan my good sir, looks like we`re going to Washington" terrible laughed shooting a bolt of lightning into the air in celebration.

 

[Quad08]

"A charter jet eh? Well we shouldn't waste any time then"

Nathan and the pilot, whose name was Carl, had made there way to the aircraft and were now inspecting it.

"Carl, can you fly this thing?"

"It is a Cessna Citation CJ4 business jet. I am indeed able to pilot it"

Turning to Terrible, Nathan motioned to the loading ramp

"Lets get out of here before this city kills itself"

 

[terribleyetfun]

"about time, this city was starting to piss me off" terrible said through gritted teeth as he gave the huddled masses of the airport staff, looks of terror on their faces, one last look of disgust before boarding the plane and sitting down on one of the seats off to the side, rummaging through the nearby mini-fridge for something to eat.

"damn,this plane is pretty damn swanky, hey Nathan, you gotta check this stuff out" terrible shouted outside to Nathan as he pulled out a bottle of champagne and poured two glasses one for himself and one for Nathan.

 

[Nukey]

Cecia took a deep breath after stumbling into the alley way, which was deserved after spending he last few hours running, crawling through vents, and hiding. The alley had an almost otherworldly feel to it, as if there was a supernatural force lurking amongst the discarded newspapers and broken bottles. The brick walls were covered in various forms of grass, mostly weeds.

"What's going on?" Cecia muttered under her breath, as if expecting the darkness to give reply. However, it actually did.

Are you asking the shadows, or talking to yourself? Dark Mist asked, with a bit of sarcasm in its voice. Either way, your still crazy...

"Oh goddammit, you're real?" She asked, shaking her in disbelief.

No, I'm not real. Dark Mist cackled, echoing inside of the girl's mind.Of course I'm real, I'm talking to you aren't I?

Let's get down to business, shall we? I'm looking for a...certain type of person, people with super human abilities, people like you. If you help me find these people, I'll bring you to the man you call 'Ray'.

Her eyes widened at the mention of Ray. She had assumed that he went missing a few days ago, not aware of how long she had spent in cryo.

"How do I know you're telling the truth? You could just be lying! I have no reason to trust you!" She yelled, uncaring if it drew any attention to herself.

Good point. Dark mist mused. You have no reason not to trust me. I broke you out of the lab and helped you escape! I cut the fucking power to the facility, allowing you to see the light of day!

So, what's it going to be?

"Fine, I'll help." She answered, biting down on her lip.

Great. Dark Mist chuckled. Assuming control...

Spoiler: ooc

This character isn't working to well for me, but with the possession and transforming, I can basically switch back and forth between the abomination Cecia shall become in my next post and her normal form.

Go schizophrenic decision making!

Also, Next post = Bad shit will happen, equivalent to high octane nightmare fuel. [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/HighOctaneNightmareFuel] If you are easily terrified, wear a blind fold.

 

[revolverwolf]

Spoiler: OOC

No posts in four days? What the hell happened?

Surge 2 - GM = Stagnation

For those of you who need more than a simple sum, ThreeWords disappeared and we ended up unable/unwilling to continue without a bit of plot/story from him. Hell, I would have accepted him controlling his own character again.

 

[Quad08]

Spoiler: OOC

Well, Terrible and I are making our way to Washington...but some people seem to have simply disappeared/vanished from the story. Kinda annoying :/

 

[Yorgmiester]

Spoiler: OOC

I'll make a post soon. I promise. As for Threewords, did anyone actually expect him to GM this? I view him more as a figurehead, to be honest.