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"Abomination at seven and a half feet..."



"There was a moment where I stood still, staring at the mess in the bus, like it was some sort of painting. Something like Picasso's art. Different shapes creating an image of a person. He was tired of painting the same things over and over. He wanted more, so he painted things...abnormally. People loved his shit. They ate it up.

For that moment, staring, I was free again. I wasn't afraid. It was like I enjoyed this; enjoyed death. And looming behind everyone that was on the bus, I smiled. The crooks of my mouth edging up into nothing. A smile of pure ecstasy at its best. I can't say I was turned on, though. That's a bit nasty.

For the most part, the city looked beautiful. It was like New York in a sphere. The left over light from the sky illuminated the city above. It was hard to see much along the lines of the bus stop. The street lights were finally turning on, lighting up the darkness, or trying to. The buzz and clicks of the lights switching on echoed throughout the emptiness. Then came the sound of feet.

Now listen to me. These footsteps were not the ordinary kind you'd hear shuffle down the street at night; some kid running away from the darkness, or something from the darkness fleeing the light - you choose. But it wasn't like that. These footsteps were heavy. They vibrated the ground. They instilled fear in those listening.

Whatever it was, it cried out. It was nothing like nothing I had ever heard. Not only sad, but it had a hint of anger, of malice; of evil. This followed by a hideous scream. Not human; no of course not. We had already witnessed some people fleeing the streets once the lights turned on. Yeah, there were people in here all right. What kind? we did not know. Then the screams came. It was human. The footsteps followed; heavy, enraged footsteps, followed by screams of pain.

What appeared from the corner of the building - what had stepped into the light - was what we would never forget. This creature dressed in armor - and fuck me if I knew what kind of armor it was; it must have been some tough armor for this thing to be toting itself around in. In one hand it had a shotgun. It was a 9 Gauge Tungsten-Ball shotgun. It had looked pretty hefty. And in its other hand was a woman. She was flailing her arms everywhere, trying to find escape. She wasn't going to escape. Not from this thing; it's massive hands and gloves; boots the size of anchors, likely as heavy, too. It had a mask on, some sort of comedy and tragedy mask. The back was a smiling face, and the front an sad one.

I stepped back from the group again, that sick smile crossing my face once more. What we witnessed was gruesome. The creature's mask turned from the sad face to the happy one, and he lifted the woman above its head. It preceded to bring her down onto its knee. We could hear the snapping of bones from how far we were. And with its other hand, including the shotgun, the creature took the woman's upper torso and tore off her lower end. The woman's insides splattered against the sidewalk and street. The new Picasso, creating art out of liver, stomachs, intestines, et cetera.

My smile quickly faded. I turned to Miguel and quickly whispered for him to follow me; to find a place to hide. We needed safety. He didn't hear me, so I shoved my way up to him and pushed Kelly to the ground.

'You fuckin' doing, you twat?' Kelly said, a little too loudly. The creature faced us, switching masks again.

I said, follow me, and grabbed Miguel's arm. He motioned for the rest of everyone to follow. We had to find safety. We had to."

The elevator door would open with a soft "ping", and as Havok arrived at the penthouse, the true party would begin. Throbbing music, groups of two shaking, drunks passed out on numerous pieces of furniture and counter tops scattered throughout the space.
"Party fuckin' party" Havok managed, swinging the door open; coat slung over his arm while his keys sat stuck in the door. Havok was hardly noticed as he wedged his way through the throngs of people, brushing past men groping women, women groping men, and wavering hands going near places they never should be allowed to go in public. It sickened Havok, yet this is what living the good-life was. Parties, women, cars, booze, anything that made life better.
"Yo' yo'! Hav'! Man you have to meet this bitch I foun' for you man -- " A deep, booming voice pulled at him; he quickly turned, having to squirm to avoid a Latina as she pressed one lucky man's hand down her top. Havok couldn't resist at smiling at the look on the man's face. He was pretty damn lucky, getting a feel in Havok's House.

Dorian was a tall, stern man. He was a punk, though; that sideways hat, those drooping clothes that barely clung to his lithe brown torso, he hated how that man dressed. Havok reached out a hand through the throngs, and clasped his friends own palm in his. The two bringing themselves closer together by using each others body weight to glide through the sea of moving bodies.
"Man, Dorian. I told you, that 'bitches' shit ain't for me." He joked, patting his hand on the mans back; he would have to lean inward to talk completely to Dorian, who would only smile and rock his hand back and forth as Havok declined his invitation to meet a woman. He'd done it before, Havok was never really the type to attempt to get his dick wet every day.
"Man, Hav'. I ain't takin' no for an answer this time!" He tugged on his shoulder primitively; Havok rolling his eyes as Dorian guided the two of them through the pulsating wave of grooving bodies.
"Was this party your fuckin' deal? I don't want these people in my fuckin' house!" Havok grimaced angrily, though he was always happy to have company; anything to further his reputation, he'd have to draw the line at thirteen parties in two weeks.
"Man, you ain't seen smokin' until you seen this girl, Hav'!" Dorian continued, leading Havok down a hallway which would inevitably lead him to his kitchen. Upon seeing scattered bottles, and a couple lip-locking in off into a corner, Havok would protest.
"Dorian -- god dammit, you brought all these people into my fuckin' house you little sun -- " Havok retorted, Dorian rounding the corner; Havok in toe and suddenly his eyes fell upon the woman leaning against the counter.
" -- Sunva-- hello ... " He stopped, wrenching his shoulder from the grip of Dorian as he stepped aside and leaned against the cold steel of a refrigerator.





Some women have looks, and some women have personalities. But 'looks' is what Havok was reveling in now.
"Hell yeah. I tol' you man. She's got -- "
"Dorian, shut the hell up." Havok pointed, shifting a small glance over to his friend before fixating his gaze upon the view of the newly introduced woman.
"I ... You ... " He minced, hearing a soft laugh escape her. Havok could easily feel the woman's calm blue eyes looking him over. He looked dressed for the occasion, if by occasion you mean seizure of a Power-plant, and all around control of the city. Yeah, he was prepared.
"Hi ... See you've got a party going on." She offered, a soothing; far-call voice than the ones he had heard yelling and screaming back at the Reactor.
"What? Oh, yeah ... This is ... my house." He responded clumsily, beginning to scold himself for his own stupidity in a moments notice.
" ... Yeah." She offered, cocking an eyebrow at his clumsiness. Havok would have to act quick, he wasn't a total screw-up; he'd just need to get his head on his shoulders.
"Yeah ... " He continued, sending one glance toward Dorian, then another back to the woman as he aimed a slight finger, attempting to garner a name.
"Catherine" She said, Havok instantly chronicling the name into the extensive data bank of names and numbers he kept in his skull. Matching a delicate face
"Catherine, alright. That's great -- me and Dorian have to talk." He grunted, sending a soft scowl toward him before smiling brightly toward her.

"Talk? Man you five feet from gettin' pu -- " He had little time to finish the complete sentence before Havok was pulling him into the hallway; collar grasped as Catherine took a single step, almost following the two men.
"Alright ... Nice to meet you." She offered quietly before returning to a small bottle of white liquor.



"Alright, despite the fact that you completely fucked with me back there -- " Havok scowled, pushing Dorian against the wall, Dorian let a laugh escape as he raised his hands in an attempt to calm him down.
"All in good laugh, man. All in good laughs."
"Man -- you fuck me like that again and I'll throw you out the window."
"Hold, Hav' ... sheesh."
"You got any new shit for me?"
"Aw hell yeah, dog. You was sayin' you wantin' some new guns?"
"Yeah ... "
"I heard we got some new guys comin' in from outside."

Miguel was spared from further embarrassing conversation with Kelly by the appearance of...whatever it was. But he knew one thing right away. It was big, and it was deadly. Evidence of this fact was displayed in the way that the...thing...cracked a woman's spine, before proceeding to tear her broken body apart. It was hideous.

But the thing that disturbed Miguel more than that totally UnDisneylike scene was the sight of that boy from the bus. Roman. Yes, that was his name.

He was smiling. Smiling as he watched the gruesome spectacle before them. Miguel shuddered. There was something wrong with that guy. He was almost scarier than Kelly. Almost.

Miguel looked back at the creature, and then Kelly fell down. Or rather, he was pushed. Roman had done it, apparently in his haste to get to Miguel. Kelly cursed, in a loud whiny voice. Big mistake. Miguel made a mental note to punch him the first chance he got.

The creature turned then, looking straight at them, and it's creepy mask rotated back to the sad face. Uh oh. That couldn't be good.

Roman grabbed Miguel's arm, "Follow me," he said. Miguel nodded mutely, and motioned for the others to follow as well. If they were going to get out of this alive, they would need to work together. Kelly got to his feet, grumbling.

Mini figured out what had happened with the bus driver quickly, both from common sense, and from the hushed murmurs she could hear radiating from the rest of the group. Suicide... she'd shot herself in the head. Why the fuck would she do that? Hell, bus driving seemed like a crappy job, sure. But this seemed a tad melodramatic.

Her attention was drawn momentarily to the flamboyant blonde figure that she'd been sitting behind on the bus. Now that she saw him up and moving about, she was even more sure that he was a raging gay. This fact was reinforced by the way he was flirting with the Hispanic guy, as well as the obvious stares in the direction of the city guys. A half-smile flickered across her face for a moment; she had to admit, it was funny.

The funny didn't last. Around then she caught a low, throbbing thud. Then it repeated, and then it repeated again. Footsteps. Huge footsteps. She frowned and looked around quickly, trying to catch the source of the sound. Perhaps it was some sort of machine; nothing was big enough to make steps like that. However, then she heard something else: screams. A human scream. A terrified, agonized scream. Her heart skipped a bit, the blood draining out of her already pale face, and she turned in that direction; several others were already staring away, towards the corner of a building, still concealing the whatever-the-fuck-it-was.

She found out just what it was moments later as a monstrosity stepped out from behind it's cover, looking like something out of some twisted horror film. It was huge, standing at least seven feet tall, a being of armor, a powerhouse of muscle, somewhat resembling a human but twisted into a beast. Upon its huge head, it bore a mask, one side grinning, and one frowning. She was frozen for a moment, staring, her expression mesmerized; this was like something out of a book. Then, before her wide eyes, the beast proceeded to snap a woman over it's leg, tearing it's torso into a bloody mess, two halves. This started her out of her awe.

She quickly looked around; the two guys from the bus were the only ones who seemed like they were getting anywhere, along with the blonde one. She shot a quick look to the others; they were shaking, trembling. Didn't look like they could move. She shook her head and hurried after the other three, catching up quickly and following after them, not bothering to ask permission. She noticed the strange expression on the one's face, almost like a smile. She ignored it. “What the fuck is that thing? No idea?” Her voice was hushed; no reason to draw extra attention. She didn't suppose they would know anything, but it couldn't hurt to ask.

"It's harder to see in the dark, yet you become harder to find..."




"I had turned around to see who was following me. The group included myself, a girl of who's name I did not know, Miguel, and that blond fag. I shook my head and turned back to the direction I was running. And there in front of us towered a large sign reading: Bill's Super Pharmacy. Yeah, our destination lied ahead; some fucking pharmacy was going to be our death-spot.

I was sort of stopped by the girl's voice. 'What the fuck is that thing? No idea?' My mind made me stop moving completely. I held my head in my hands as I bent forward, puking on the ground; remnants of breakfast again.

'I believe they are called MADs - Monster abomination destroyers. The one we encountered is Baby Doll.' I couldn't believe what I was saying. How the fuck did I know this? I kept talking. 'She wields a 9 gauge Tungsten-Ball shotgun. 9 Gauge meaning larger rounds compared to 12. You've seen a 12 in action? Sizes of ammunition are larger as the numbers decrease. More stopping power. I can't remember what armor she is wearing. Maybe I will soon.'

I puked again.

The building wasn't too large, yet the windows were all busted in and the revolving doors were hanging off their hinges. The lights inside were out also. I didn't want to get caught alone with Kelly inside this shit hole. So I beckoned him to go first.

He looked at me like I was stupid, but he smiled; that fucking smile I would soon end up hating, but I won't get into that now. He said, 'Sure thing, suga`.'

Kelly placed one foot in front of the other, creating even more shattered glass out of already-broken glass, which we all did as we piled in.

The first isle we strolled contained flashlights, batteries, and radios. Coincidence? We grabbed as much shit as we could. I could remember putting on some ugly , black vest and putting two or three flashlights into empty holsters, followed with a few batteries, and a radio - one of those rechargeable ones. It was already on, and set on charging. Strange. Dewalt rechargeable radio. Longwave hand-held. I slipped this into another empty pocket and began looking for a weapon.

I grabbed Miguel and the girl and led them to another isle as soon as they grabbed what they needed. We left Kelly alone to himself for awhile.

'We need to find weapons. Anything. Blunt objects or guns. We have to arm ourselves.' I sounded frantic, but I kept calm for once. I was hoping I wouldn't go all schizophrenic on them. This wasn't the time. I said, 'I also need to find the drug section.' I reached down and picked up a lead pipe. 'Let's go.'"

David rose up from his seat, making his way through the others. He wasn't sure what happened, but a loud BAM occurred. Followed by sheet of red and pinkish substances. It was blood, and much more. And more importantly it was the woman named Roxanne. Our bus driver, the only one with permission to exit this city. How the hell will we get out of this place now?!

He was struck back by the event that had just taken place. Why the fuck would a bus driver kill herself? Seriously. Was it because their objective was to seal us in for some reason? Us? Normal people who came to start a new life or visit? David was frustrated, confused, nervous, and jittery. He couldn't understand how he felt all of these feelings at the same time. Instead he shoved himself through. Through the blond guy who he inferred was straight as a rainbow, the Hispanic guy, and the guy with him.

Then somehow all the stress washed away as he got a visual of the magnificent city. It was devastatingly amazing. Buildings so high up you could barely see them, yet there was something that covered it ever more high up! For a moment he stood there. Perfectly still, feeling like he could stand here and gaze forever, until the ground underneath began to rumble. He somehow managed to escape the gaze and turn towards the vibration. Was it a truck? No it was like step after step. A robot? Maybe, but he wasn't so sure when he saw it. Covered in protective armor. One hand wielding a shotgun the other nested a lady. Well, not nested. The lady was screaming and squirming like she was having the life squeezed from her. She was having the life squeezed from her!

Then the monster paused... grabbed the woman and crushed her. David took a step back shocked. Red liquid poured from the lifeless body. The woman's face, eyes open, mouth wide, gasping for air and hoping for God to save her. But, nothing ever did. Her insides were splattered all over the streets, her liquids were dripping down the underground drain system.

Then he heard a push and someone fell. "You fuckin' doing, you twat?" The fallen person shot back. It was loud. Too loud for our own good. The monster walked towards us. And before he realized it everyone ran. Fled. Escaped. Leaving him standing there, seeming like a rock in the monster's way. Then soon he snapped back into reality and ran as well. He was a bit behind the others, but he knew he would catch up, he always had gotten first in races at home.

He saw the group enter a building. He bolted after them yelling, "Please! Wait!". When he got there he pushed his way in. He was on all fours, gasping for air.

"I'm not even going to ask what the fuck that was." He said between breaths. He noticed he had his backpack with him. He looked inside, nothing but some food, water, and change. They might actually have need for that later. But, not now.

"We need to find weapons. Anything. Blunt objects or guns. We have to arm ourselves." The Russian guy said. David had seen shows where the clerk would pull a gun out from behind the counter so that was where he started to look. There were 3 drawers. The first one, empty. The second one, were full of adult magazines. The third one, well it was locked. David reached for something, anything hard. He found a pen. He started trying to pry out the drawer. Sucess! He looked inside. Still nothing. He sighed and continued to searched around. He found along pipe and a bunch of tape, rubber bands, glue and adhesive band-aids. He pulled out his pocket knife and attached it to the long pipe, this might do. For now.

They ran. Feet pounding on the pavement, arms pumping like pistons, they hurtled down the street, following Roman's lead. As they ran, Roman started talking. About things he couldn't possibly know. There was something...something that didn't fit about that. But Miguel was too busy running for his life to think about that now.

"I believe they are called MADs - Monster abomination destroyers. The one we encountered is Baby Doll," Roman said, "She wields a 9 gauge Tungsten-Ball shotgun. 9 Gauge meaning larger rounds compared to 12. You've seen a 12 in action? Sizes of ammunition are larger as the numbers decrease. More stopping power. I can't remember what armor she is wearing. Maybe I will soon."

Miguel gaped at him incredulously, not believing what he had just heard. And what kind of fackin' name was 'Baby Doll'?

They stopped at a Pharmacy, and Roman hesitated, before gesturing for Kelly to go first. Ladies first, Miguel couldn't help thinking, and a grim smile split his face. Just for a moment, anyway. Now was not the time for jokes.

The piled in through the shattered entrance, and started roaming the isles. Though, to be frank, a pharmacy wasn't exactly the place he would have chosen. A hardware store would have been more useful.

He changed his mind a bit at the sight of the radios and flashlights. Miguel grabbed one of the radios and clipped it onto his waistband, and also grabbed a flashlight and several spare batteries. Now, should they get separated, they would still be able to communicate.

There was a crash from several isles over, and Kelly's voice rang out, "All right, where's the facking Viagra?!"

Miguel's eyes widened, and he made a second Kelly-related resolution: Never ever enter a dark alley. He also resolved to find a weapon, for several reasons.

Roman spoke again, "We need to find weapons. Anything. Blunt objects or guns. We have to arm ourselves. I also need to find the drug section." He reached down and picked up a lead pipe. "Let's go."

Miguel nodded in agreement, and followed, hearing the sound of Kelly coming up behind him. Which made him follow Roman a little faster.

Mini frowned, faltering for a moment as the man suddenly puked all over the ground, speaking almost incoherently about the beast that was following them. MADs…Baby Doll? What the shit? How the hell did this guy know what? It took her only a moment, another resounding thud behind them for her to decide that she didn’t give a fuck. She just followed along, her face composed save for the frown turning down the corners of her mouth, the tightening in her eyes. Her father had always taught her not to panic. She remembered being thirteen, and facing down a furious pitbull with her bat. She remembered being nine, and keeping herself from panicing as a rattlesnake, looking huge to her, sat crouched in front of her. This was no different, she told herself. This beasty was just a little bit bigger.

They reached a pharmacy. The windows were smashed in, the lights out. Now that she was paying attention, she noticed that a lot of the buildings were in a sorry state, like this one. How could she not have seen that before?

The blonde went first, and then she ducked in with the guys. They were lucky; supplies were there. Everything they’d need. She grabbed herself a radio, following the Russian’s lead, along with anything else she thought may be useful. No weapons, though. At least not that she could see.

She wandered away from the group for a moment, deciding that she may as well try and find something she could use to improvise. The place was trashed; it looked as if others had already had the same idea. Cartons and boxes and containers were sprawled along the floor, shelves broken, displays smashed... what a state. They still allowed tourists to come here? She couldn't help but think that was extremely off.

She turned a corner, ignoring the shouting of the fag, and found another broken display. It was glass; lots of the pieces were still fairly intact. She frowned a bit and walked over, kicking it a little bit. It didn't budge. She wondered what had been inside this display for them to see it necessary to strengthen the glass. Either way, this would work nicely.

She sat down, positioning herself with her back against the closest shelf, facing the broken display. She placed her foot against a particularily large piece of glass and pushed at it, using the shelf to brace herself. For a moment, it didn't budge, but eventually it began to shift. In a minute, it clattered down to the floor. She grinned and picked it up, carefully minding the edges. They were jagged, sharp. Perfect. Now, something to make it less of a hazard to her.

She wandered around a bit, holding the foot-long piece in her hand, looking for a first-aid kit. It seemed like most of them had been stolen, but she did manage to find one lying on the ground, open. Some of the stuff was still inside, including exactly what she wanted: medical tape. She picked it up and pulled a long strip, cutting it, and then proceeding to wrap it around one end of the long shard, forming a spot where she could grip safely. She did this again with another piece, just to be sure, and then tightened her hand around the spot hard. Nothing. She smiled and took her makeshift weapon, standing and heading back to the group. This wouldn't do much against that beast, she was sure. But the people around here looked pretty shifty; this would do until she could get something better.

She headed back to the Russian guy, since he seemed to know more than the others. "So, what exactly are we gonna do? I doubt we can kill that thing. We just gonna sit around, or do you have a plan to get away?"

The office was expansive, large. White tiles plastered along the ground that covered a massive single floor, an elegant core of commerce, information, and power. The group of twelve men had seized the two story building that served as the Mayor's office rather easily; heck, it was flat out a cake walk. Breaking through the barricades and loose ECPD Guards that had chosen to remain loyal to the Mayor was a relative breeze, those who did indeed show their "patriotism" to the Mayor were brought to their knees in a hail of gunfire. Those who resisted through force were inevitably overwhelmed and murdered for their defiance of "The Regime".

Dorian was the first to claim a kill in the ensuing gunfight in the lobby. A group of them, twelve, were prepared and waiting; rifles aimed and leveled on the elevators. Their training would serve them poorly, trained only to handle small-caliber handguns and the likes. Havok, though, was prepared. Toting a powerful 6.8mm MagPul Masada, Havok would prepare the weapon and release his volley of covering fire as his cohorts rushed from the elevator that could soon turn into a bullet-riddled deathtrap.


Moving from the confines of the elevator to behind a pillar, his volume of fire diminishing as he did; the revolutionary would be pinned to his small space of cover from ECPD Officers and their last ditch attempts to stem the flood of revolutionaries, denying them their victory of seizing the mayor. Havok had no time to waste in dispatching them; as the remainder of the group formed behind respective pieces of cover that would provide them a substantial protection against the actions of the ECPD, while giving them the ability to fire back.
"D, I want the fucking Mayor!" Havok commanded bitterly, only stopping to bring his rifle up and fire ,several rounds pumping from the weapon. He would be met with a returning volley.


The defense would fall quickly, and with it, the last attempts to protect the mayor.
"Blow this fuckin' door." Havok commanded, stopping momentarily as a man stood in front of the door, a tube slung over his shoulder and aiming toward the dead center of the door. In a massive discharge of smoke, a small explosive shattered the door; and the remaining Revolutionaries quickly flooded into the room. Weapons aimed toward a man sprawled across a desk, blood oozing from the mans numerous small cuts and wounds that scarred his body.






Havok held the Mayor by the gruff of the neck, pushing him up against the desk; his hands wrapped around Havok's wrists in an attempt to wrench himself free from the psychopaths death grip.
"You sonuvabitch!" He grunted, trying to send a wayward punch toward his assailant.
"Sorry ... you've had your time to make it in this world." Havok crooned angrily, bearing teeth toward the man. An overcoming sense of fear evident in the Mayor's eyes as Havok raised his arm in a move to strike the leader of the once proud city of Enigma. With a soft click, a blade erupted from within Havok's own wrist; the blade splicing into the air, shimmering in brilliance and terror.
"What're you gonna' do Havok, turn the city around?!" The Mayor clambered, struggling with him as he saw the blade deploy, and his arm raise to finish him.
"I'll do a better job you ever could've done!" He offered, raising his hand higher; reveling in the look of terror playing across the Mayors face. Hardly noticing a small, square device beside the Mayor's hand.
"You can't do shit for Enigma now, Havok! It'll just fall apart on you!" He protested, wrenching one hand upward to grip his blade-arm in an attempt to prolong his ending; compensating for this, Havok began to drag the blade closer and closer to it's inevitable target.
"No! Havok! You can't control the city anymore!"


In an instant, the blade was dug into the man; ripping through clothing and flesh to puncture his rib cage. In one foul swoop, the mans heart was skewered within a blade. A spout of blood rushing from the open wound and scarring the blade in a viscous film of red; blood rushing from a gaping mouth and spilling onto clothing as the man took his final breathes of life.
"Don't worry, I'll take much better care of the city." Havok offered.

Owen watched the screen showing the Wireless feed of the mayor's office as Havoc did his thing, killing the man in charge of the city. The wireless feed was in black and white and slightly pixelated due to bandwidth constraints, but it showed the scene in all of it's gory detail well enough.

As the Mayor slumped over onto his desk, Owen smiled and clapped quietly. He muttered lightly to himself as Havoc gave his final memorandum, and then slammed his fist down on the desk. He had done it! That asshole had advanced a fucking project for the first fucking time in his fucking life. Fuck.

Bravo Havoc... Bravo...

Now it was time to relay the news to his friend, along with a newer set of orders. He picked up the black plastic handset from his desk, and depressed the button labeled "Talk". There was a sound of static blaring over the intercom of the building, before Owen's clear and scheming voice cut through it, each word carrying a certain seriousness.

Havoc, change of plans! All you need to do now is bring up the Mayor's CITICOMM Controls on his desktop, and cut power to a few sections.

He brought up a list of override codes and commands on his primary desktop screen, and began reading through them, looking for the commands to override any of the Mutant-Related fail-safes.

Alright, once your have it up, cut power to Sections 377, 378, and disable the routing node in section 390; That should take out the power to the rest of the areas. Codes for override are: "Buffalo", with four "f"s and two "l"s, and "Kalinka"

"Bravo Havoc ... Bravo" He heard Ramsey jest, with a grin, Havok pushed the mans body aside and off of the desk. The useless husk of flesh falling to the ground with a meaty, thick clunk; a viscous rope of blood leaving the wound and hanging in the air before meeting the body on the floor. With a smile, Havok turned his attention toward a video camera mounted in the corner of the room. Obviously Ramsey had once again worked his magicians magic, being everywhere yet nowhere.
"Eye in the Sky ... " He returned, waving a single hand toward the camera; Ramsey always had a knack for tuning in to see Havok's plays.
"Havoc, change of plans! All you need to do now is bring up the Mayor's CITICOMM Controls on his desktop, and cut power to a few sections." He heard Ramsey command, Havok gave a small nod at the order; not particularly taking much liking to the tone. Havok would play the game.
"You got it. Eye." He joked, turning toward a rather bulky computer that sat on the mayors desk; the soft white covering of the rear was spattered with a light trail of blood, must've come from the gauntlet blade.
"CITICOMM ... I've worked with it before." He spoke, an attempt to reassure Ramsey. As he spoke, he pointed toward Dorian, his Co-Commander was adorned in a light ballistic vest; as were many others of the group. With a whistle, the Revolutionaries would secure the destroyed doorway. Assuming guard positions, Havok would round the desk, and pull the screen of the computer closer. Stopping momentarily to swat away the small cinder block-like object; barely noticing the flashing red light that signified that radio's operation.

"Access granted ... Ramsey, we're in." He commented before typing several more keys into a small command prompt that sat in the corner of the screen.
"Alright, once your have it up, cut power to Sections 377, 378, and disable the routing node in section 390; That should take out the power to the rest of the areas. Codes for override are: "Buffalo", with four "f"s and two "l"s, and "Kalinka" Ramsey continued, Havok nodding in affirmation and beginning to type into the prompt. With a winking green light, the process booted and rapidly set about detailing the extensive power grid that powered numerous sectors of the city. Havok knew for all intents and purposes what these sections hid, what they held within them; but it was something Havok would have to sacrifice.

"Understood Rams' ... Buf-f-f-f-al-l-o" He murmured, typing and speaking to himself as he watched several lines; small green rods extending and turning at angles that notified a good energy connection, die and quickly turn red as power failed in their given sectors. Typing the next passcode, another swath of energy would be sliced from the cities numerous sectors and provinces in one foul key stroke. Grinning in vengeance, Havok gave a wink toward the camera, clicked his tongue, and pointed his finger.
"Power sliced, Ramsey. Now, what you got for me?"

"To keep you guessing..."



"It was just Miguel and I for a moment left to listen to the short steps of that one girl. What's her name? Did she even say it? Other than her footsteps and Kelly's bickering it was silent. Never had I witnessed such uncanny air. I felt like holding my hand up just to touch the silence. Just how it settled, how it stood was so bizarre; so astronomical. It invaded me like some sick aroma, filling my lungs with impure winds.

She was back. That one girl drew closer to us with a strange piece of glass in her hand. In fact, this tough, thick glass was wrapped with some sort of tape or fabric. I didn't inspect it long before she spoke.

'So, what exactly are we gonna do? I doubt we can kill that thing. We just gonna sit around, or do you have a plan to get away?' She was wielding the glass like a blade and talking fast. Talking fast; blade. Talking blade; fast. Fat talking; blade. What? I was seriously fucked up at the moment.

Again, I puked. I had to stop doing that. Nothing would come out after that one. I promise. Maybe blood. Maybe.

'I think there's a safe-house just across town." I held onto the shelf, steering clear of my upheaval. "I don't know any roads there unless it's the main road, but you seen what was walking around. We'll have to find a side-road or something. Figure a way there.'

I stood again and looked out the front windows. The city lights were out.

I say, 'When the fuck did that happen?'"

Miguel walked over to stand by Roman, carefully avoiding the vomit splattered on the already filthy floor. A safe house? We don't need a safe house. We need a ride out of this place. But he kept those thoughts to himself.

Then he noticed the lights. Or rather, the absence of lights; they were turned off. Creepy, Miguel mused, and he wished he had a weapon. He hadn't tried the thing the red-haired chick had done, using a piece of glass. It was resourceful, sure, but he wasn't sure it would hold up against those...MADs. But again, he kept such thoughts to himself.

Kelly's voice piped up from behind him, "Are you guys going to just stand there staring out the window? Let's go."

Miguel glared at him, "And where do you think we should go? Hm?"

Kelly pursed his lips and gestured vaguely, "Um...like...somewhere else."

"Oh! Somewhere else. Brilliant plan." Miguel turned away from him, exasperated.

He stared out at the darkness, watching it grow even darker as the sun vanished behind the horizon. Vaguely, he could see shapes moving in the murky shadows, most likely people trying to get to safety. He wished he had never gotten on that bus in the first place.

That wouldn't be the last time he would wish that.

"Power sliced, Ramsey. Now, what you got for me?"

Owen cracked his knuckles and began to type rapidly at this question by Havoc. The man had given Ramsey everything he needed and wanted for this project, and now it was time to reward him; Owen couldn't do much physically, but he could issue a stand-down of the security forces and possibly a diversion while Havoc got to the one of the three armories in the city.

Just a sec...

Owen brought up the CITICOMM controls on his own monitor, and gave a general command for the Military Police and their MAD units to disengage from routine patrols, because of a... chemical spill in whatever area they near. He also quietly cut power to one of the Armories using the CITICOMM system unlocked for him by Havoc; These contained a variety of weapons, and he was pretty sure that a case of nuclear shells resided deep within the depths of #1. Not that was going to use it, though.

Havov, MADs should be gone for a while, so you've got time to enter and take whatever from the #3 armory. That's my present to you, enough arms to take over this city and then some. Hope ya like it, Owen out.

With that, Owen set the handset back on his desk, and simply watched Havoc go his merry way.

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Mini remained silent as the three men conversed; she'd go along with whatever they said for now, until a better alternative made itself known. She didn't know anything about this city. Her best chance of not getting ripped to pieces or worse would be to stay with the Russian; he seemed to have at least some handle on what was going on. It was in her best interest to at least stick around him for a while.

This in mind, the redhead tailed along quietly, not feeling the need to give her input. A safehouse sounded like a perfectly good idea to her, until they could find a better solution. If there was one. She couldn't help but notice as he examined her weapon; it was a bit pitiful, quite makeshift, she knew. There wasn't much she could do about that fact yet, though.

Finally, it looked like they were getting ready to leave. She cast one last quick glance around the darkened aisles, hoping perhaps to find that something useful had appeared in the few moments since she'd look away. Of course, there was nothing. Perhaps she could just grab some pills and overdose someone to death....nah... Deciding against that idea with a small smile, she followed after the other three. She ignored the blondie (he was pissing her off really fast), and was about to speak to the Russian again, but stopped. It seemed darker out here...the lights were all out. The power was gone. Immediately turning to the one who's had the answers beforehand, she addressed the Russian. “So...what now, Mr. Russian?”

David tested out his home-made spear. Jabbing, slashing, and slicing at the wall. The tape and adhesive materials were surprisingly strong and durable. It was capable of wounding or even ending someone's life. But, hell, could it kill a 7 feet monster with protective armor and a fucking shotgun? Maybe. And most likely maybe not, he didn't even know anything about it! Just the unbelievable crap that came out of the Russian guy. I mean no offense, he seemed crazy on one hand, puking and vomiting every five minutes, and on the other hand how did he know? How could he know? Was there something he was hiding? Had he been here once before and this screwed up bull happened?

David couldn't waste time pondering these questions all day long. He scanned the surroundings. Near the counter there was a mini fridge filled up with drinks. Coke, diet Pepsi, 7-Up all that jazz. David grabbed a a couple Cokes and threw it in his backpack. Thank god they weren't caffeine free. They were the original ones. Original Cokes were like caffeine pills, they would keep him awake, but tired. Either way, he didn't want wanna be unaware of the monster ripping him in half while he was in dream land.

"I think there's a safe-house just across town." The Russian guy said. Clearly he was the leader. David didn't mind. He would follow anyone, anything if it was on his side and it had knowledge about the city that he didn't.

"When the fuck did that happen?" He heard the Russian guy say. David turned his attention towards the voice. Shit! He hadn't even recognized the dimmer lighting. The city lights were out. Which meant darkness. Which als meant the upper hand advantage advantage for the MAD or MADs, if there were more than the one we had all just witnessed. We didn't have light. We were helpless prey left alone like leftovers for the predators.

"Ughh..." David sighed lightly. He was drained, he barely got any sleep at all on the bus. This was bull spit. He didn't intend on doing all this crap. He intended to get a PhD on engineering at the University of Enigma. But, it seems like that wasn't going to happen too soon. If this keeps on, he'll get a PhD on survival in a god forsaken city with colossal monsters that could break a spine like it were a toothpick. Either that or he could fail, and in this case I doubt he'll get another chance at it.

"Breaching the hull of darkness..."


"'So...what now, Mr. Russian?" The girl looked at me, I believed her face was holding some form of annoyed look. This I ignored.

Call me Roman, I say, we have to find a safe-house. It's somewhere within across town. I hesitate. I say, "We'll find it even if we lose a leg, which might end up happening."


I told myself to lead them into the streets. If we did that we would walk into darkness; into the unknown. The stale air to surround us and engulf us. That MAD was still out there, I could feel its hate and its sadness. Its deformed body fused together with the armor.

I stood there for a moment, listening to the outside - to the place I couldn't see. I would have to follow the sound. It was the MAD. She was talking.

She says, 'We'll find them. We have to or no dinner.'

Her little petite voice echoed against nothing, yet everything; a little girl's voice. Somehow I could hear the masks turning - the quick clicks of the hydraulics and gears. Who knew what face was showing?

She says, 'We have to kill them all. That's what Papa Skinner says. Kill them all. We could eat them if we wanted, but that's nasty. We don't eat humans, do we? No.'

'Let's go,' I said, pointing to some opposite direction into the abyss. I leap out a broken window, pipe in hand and vest clanking with numerous items. My eyes adjusted somewhat. Somewhat. The darkness still ate what light we could afford with our flashlights. Who knew if we could even afford shining the lights where we seen nothing of what was hidden within the cloak of evil; the blood dripping blackness.

My radio buzzed in my vest. I pulled it out and listened, trying to huddle the group together to muffle the sound. We were behind what looked like a 1998 Honda Accord. The red light flashed on the top of the radio as we listened into the horror that shot through from the other side of the frequency.



'You sonuvabitch!' The radio emitted a masculine voice, both deep and heavy. There was a couple of noises heard, something like movement; fast movement; tables and/or chairs being skidded against the floor. The voice sprang again, 'Sorry ... you've had your time to make it in this world.' A loud metallic sound blasted through the radio. I covered it for a moment with my hand. It sounded like a form of machinery. Machines, go figure.

Another voice interrupted the silence. It belonged to another man. He said, 'What're you gonna' do Havok, turn the city around?!'

The deep voice says, 'I'll do a better job you ever could've done!' While listening I glanced at the faces around me. Quick lighting of red showed on each face, thanks to the radio.

'You can't do shit for Enigma now, Havok! It'll just fall apart on you!' Scraping; some sort of metal. The man spoke again, 'No! Havok! You can't control the city anymore!'

What happened next was out of place. Impalement. Shouts. Laughter. Whatever the fuck was going on wasn't too good. No, not at all.

A last voice broke the silence. The deep voice of a man well satisfied. He said, 'Don't worry, I'll take much better care of the city.' This ended the transmission.

I clearly shut the radio off as fast as I could. Again I looked at the faces around me. I looked for waited for replies."