Death Sigil's Story

"Should I cut to the chase?" The man looked very frightened especially tied to a chair and gagged with a sodden rag. And to think Tim was once afraid of this man, but Tim wasn't the one torturing this man it was DeathSigil. DeathSigil is a maniac not Tim Drake the civil and loyal lap dog of the mayor! "You have gone on my 'naughty list' now you will suffer the consequences. Hehehehe." Why are you doing this what did this man ever do to you Tim? "Shut up I'll do what I want Jessica!" Jessica is such a petty bitch a real goody-two-shoes, you and me have more in common sexy thing. "Now isn't the time or place Harlene." He spat the words under his breath and his 'guests' were silenced. He removed the rag from the mans mouth, "Who are you talking to?" He back handed the man on the face, "You shall speak when spoken too worm!" He weighed the options this safe house had ten body guards outside the door giving him 'privacy.' "You have stolen from me for the last the you pathetic peice of crap!" He shoved a knife in-between his ball-socket of his knee-caps. The man'screams were awful, "I guess if you won't shut up I will make you!" He snapped his finger and a thug entered, Tim pointed towards the mans mouth. The Von grabbed it and forced it open, DeathSigil grabbed his tounge and sliced it off at the base. The man bled to death in a matter of minutes.

After he made the proper steps of covering his tracks, Tim made his way in his caddi to his favorite place to hang out a small locally owned café called 'fiery grace' it was a decent place to get a coffee. He went there almost every day, he always got the same thing a 5 shot Caramel latte iced and a blueberry muffin. But that was Tim his other personalities got different things, Jessica the bubbly and girly fashion model always got a low calorie Chai tea. Harlene the bad girl bad girl would put some alcohol in her coffee. And Death Sigil would simply rob the place but that hadn't happened yet(could you imagine?). He sat his bag at his usual spot a comfy couch by the window. "Hey Luna I'll have my usual he smiled warmly at the familiar owner of the café with her white hair and familiar smile.

"Good afternoon Tim, i thought you would be dropping by so i already got it here, i even added a nice pastries just made this morning" Luna smiled brightly at the man, putting his order on the table then swerved around and headed back into the kitchen.

"Hey Marcus i'm taking my break" Luna said to her co-chef who just give her a big smile and a wink.
"Your the boss oh and a package came in for you" Marcus said then continued cooking as Luna went to the back to see beautiful flowers and a note. It was from Elliot. That's right they had that big politicians ball tonight. Ya! please note the sarcasm. Walking back into the kitchen Luna hung her apron and grabbed her bags and flowers.
"Actually it looks like i'm done for the day, there's this ball i have to go to for my brothers and i need to get everything ready" Luna sighed as she blew a kiss at Marcus and left the kitchen.
"See ya later Tim" Luna waved god bye then left the cafe, but not before telling Marcus to lock up and that he don't forget. Luna dug her keys out of her bag and unlocked her baby. A white 2013 ss camaro with black stripes on the front. She had it customized to make it reached speeds only legal in NASCAR. She through her bags in the back and started the engine. It roared to life and the constant purring made her relax as she sped off home. Luna's apartment was big but not overly expensive but she loved it. The elevator was boring and as soon as she unlocked her door and entered her apartment she swiftly changed into her armor.

She had heard of a drug dealing going down today and she wanted to be there, she may be new at being the Silver Assassin but she wasnt new at what she didnt as Silver. Luna had very little fear when it came to her being Silver. Now fully clothes Luna made her way to her porch and jumped off the building, free falling in the air. But as she neared a roof top seem used her grappling hook and clamped into onto another person's porch railing and swung gracefully onto the roof top. Adrenaline pumped through her veins as she traveled by roof top to the place she need to be. Once she arrived she saw two figures and got down and crawled onto the ledge. She saw a small girl holding a piece of paper and a dark masked man. Silver needed that paper. In one swift motion Silver loosened some wire from her belt and flung the grappling hook at the opposite building and taking in a deep breath jumped from the roof, landing gracefully in between the two.

"Thanks" she said stoically as she grabbed the paper from the girl and clicked a button on her belt making the wire pulled her up as the belt pulled at it. She quickly made it to the roof tops, unhook the grapple and took off running. Only stopping to take a picture of the note with her phone then folded it back up and left it on the roof top with a silver bullet holding it down so it wouldn't blow away. Knowing thats all she came for Silver then disappeared into an alley and made her way home.

Once Luna arrived back home she took a shower and got ready. She curled her long silver white hair, the waves cascaded down her back as she applied a eye liner, mascara and dark red lip stick. Then she put on her red dress , silver bracelet and black ankle boots. Luna has never been the type of girl to over dress, she liked to keep it simple and elegant because she knew she looked damn hot. Then sat grabbed her laptop and went to her kitchen table and started studying the image on her phone and looking up all the drugs listed.

Double post sorry

Being the uncle of the biggest mobster in the city, Tim had to prepare his own crew for the big deal going down tonight, his uncle's gang was in charge of exchanging the 'goods'. Tim's gang was to guard the deal. Of course he always wore his mask when in front of the gangsters. His parents would freak if someone told them that their perfect son was actually a killer and a mad man. He got in his car and headed to a store house near the docks. He put on his wig, contacts, and mask.

Once he got to the place he entered and greeted the guard with a sadistic smile. He checked the fifty men he was in charge of, making sure that they were suited and geared up. He walked there and his crew was to meet up with him there later on. In his arsenal he wielded an English hand-and-a-half sword, a folded steel katana, seven throwing knives, a combat knife, and his uncles engraved m1911. He sat on a wooden crate waiting it was almost sundown, 6:00 about. He observed as snipers set up on the roofs and thirty men on the ground. He sighed waiting for his uncle and men.

Isaiah stopped in place as Captain exchanged his completely meaningless greeting, looking at the floor while he clamped his teeth together to shut himself up as the so-called "Hero" rode away.

"I ain't your son, bitch." He growled to the spot where he stopped at the light before continuing on his way home, stuck in all too sour mood, suddenly thinking about ways to exact revenge on the A-class hero.
"Maybe, if I do something about that motorcycle of his. Take the engine apart, strip it apart, sell the valuable bits, and leave the shitty body for him to discover. Better yet, why not sabotage it?" The boy felt excited just thinking about it.
"Get rid of the brakes...I'd need some allen keys, a torque wrench, maybe a flat-head...wait a second, fuck it. Just cut the line to the breaks and voila! Crash n' crush da neck."

Isaiah felt proud of himself for thinking about it, his fingers caressing the butterfly knife held securely in his pocket, his thoughts now turning up at the man's presence as yeah it was late but far too early for any of the masked freaks to be showing up any-time too soon. That's the direction towards the dock. It seemed likely that if he knew about the big thing happening at the docks then so did other so called "heroes" themselves.

Wait. What if they were calling in other self-proclaimed or naturally inclined villainous freaks into the picture? As much as Slugger hated the "heroes" the town's villains, a name that you'd really have to work especially in a shithole like Cormick City, were just downright unpredictable and as dangerous as the villains. The sick macabre killings of The Painter for whom it sickens the kid to think of that one time he stumbled across his "art", the ever-so-crazed silent yet deadly woman, Silver Cut, bringing gender diversity to serial killers, and worst of all Reaper. The man who distilled his crazy, put it in a bottle and made it to that colourful mess of a costume. Oh boy, did that man wear his crazy inside and out. Whoever the fuck he was, he had connections because no-one, absolutely no-one, can be that insane and have the gang, the protection and immunity, that he does.

While on the way home, the boy saw one of the popular senior kids from his school, walking home with either a junior or hopefully his sister. Isaiah looked at him as if to acknowledge his presence before keeping his eyes forward, his peripheral vision still focused on him until he passed.

As soon as he got into his apartment, up a couple stairs, and into his home, he checked up on her grandmother, busy typing away at a keyboard before looking at the door to find her grandson.

How was school? She signed at him. He smiled before signing back.

Alright. I have some math to finish up and I'm going out afterwards. To be frank, he really didn't need to sign, but he liked it. Having this secret language most people don't know and speaking in it made him excited. Better.

Go on. Do what you have to do.

Grandma always said that when she didn't want to talk anymore and continued typing away. She always kept typing and typing and she had stacks of pages of typed material. Scattered stories of fiction and non-fiction that she hated Isaiah to see.

The rest was fairly routine. Cook up some vegetables and fruits with a bit of ground beef before it spoils, eat it, do some homework, and check the second cell-phone for any missed calls from gang leaders and drug leaders. Nothing but a text.
"scout, distract, and report back."

That meant the deal was was still going on. Good. Isaiah thought what "distract" meant until he figured it out for himself. Keep them busy. It had to be some sort of terrible joke. He was a hit and runner guy, not a stand-up fighter or enforcer, but that didn't really matter.

It was almost time. Not for the midnight drug deal on the docks but for the get together with the gang again. They needed this to work out because last time, robbing the convenience store when the owner had a shotgun under the counter, nearly blowing off the head of one of the kids, does a lot to pull morale down. Isaiah walked out of his apartment in the night, his armoured hoodie on, cargo pants worn, black helmet on, and most of the weapons concealed, a needle and string on hand just in case, and a small bottle of vodka alongside an oily rag if it shall come to that...still relatively unknown to be Slugger until he walked in an alley nearby and took the dufflebag that was hidden behind the dumpster.

Inside were his yellow rollarblades and his iconic, almost signature bat and within two minutes, a blue bandana around his mouth, he became just that.

"Help! Help me!" One of many unanswered calls for help pierced the air as a young woman was being pinned by a strong monster of a man up against the wall. This scene was common.
"You'll like it. They all do." The sound of a zipper made it's way to her ears and she screamed even louder before having her voice silenced by the flat of his palm. It ended mostly the same way, every time.
He was obviously distracted, not to notice the rolling sound that came down the alley which was just a slant downhill, and a flash of yellow struck the man right in the head in a speed so quick, it took the girl moments before she can realize what just happened, looking over to the figure that stopped suddenly before slowly riding back to look at the body. The yellow rollerblades and the likewise yellow bat bent over the heads it has smacked.

"You're a fucking idiot, ya know that?" Slugger spoke, in the voice that was Slugger's, the 25 year old short black male.
"This is an alley in the middle of the goddamned night. Don't you see the news you son of a bitch or were you born stupid? Nothing good ever come from an alley. Ain't no parties or surprises. Just rape and murder. Now get your ass out of here before I live up to the expectations of the alley."

The girl was of course scared as Slugger swung around his bat while she talked and when she got the cue she bolted. He was always proud to take down a monster as it made for good swinging experience and it game him a chance to warm up his voice with empty but convincing threats. Poor girl. To be rescued from a monster only to be saved from a freak. Slugger glanced at the downed man, out cold, and his genitals exposed to the night air.
"Well, no wonder you're hiding in an alley expecting action." He said poignantly to the unconscious man before moving on to an area, not at the docks per se, but close enough to see the likewise 50 or so men gathered there along with no-one's favorite mad-man. He had no need to visit the docks, he knew the area when he inspected it the couple of days before.

While he waited, his child gang started to assemble on the spot that was chosen, on rollarblades as well and in dark clothing. They had their throw away weapons and blades to keep them safe.
When all seven of the people gathered, Slugger found it fit to start speaking, and did they listen for they looked up to the man.
"Here's what's gonna happen. We split up into four groups of two and I want everyone to scout ahead. You see the police or one of 'em freaks coming over, you contact me and tell me where they are and what intersection. Don't fucking attack them, touch them, breath on them, just follow them. If they notice you, skate your shit away."
Everyone nodded.
"Carlo, you're staying with me. Stay back and in the shadows. If I get into any trouble, I'll be counting on you to help me out as I'll do for you. Remember, you're all my brothers and sisters. If we do this right, we get paid, big-time."

Just over fifty men in total. This was the armed force for the evening. Snipers posted on the roof provided cover for the ground team. The bulk of the guards were sporting shotguns, automatic small arms and pistols, your standard load out for well supplied criminal enterprises. Recon of the area noted several speed boats nearby, no doubt intended for a hasty getaway should that be required. It didn't take long for The Captain to sneak down to the pier and disable the two guards near the boats silently before he jerry rigged the boats with a few grenades. With the detonator in his pocket he could detonate them at any time.

So he moved back to surveillance, he caught sight of a few kids skating around on roller blades. For a brief second he mistook them for playful children out too late but he'd heard of this gang before. Hardly able to call them that, more like kids with a bad streak in them. John felt bad for the kids, for whatever reason drove them to crime to ruin their lives so early when they have their whole lives ahead of them was a shame. Regardless he had a job to do and if they tried to intervene tonight would be the night they would learn what crime got them.

The Captain was almost ready to move in, he was going to sneak in through the roof and start with the snipers when he caught something he did not expect. Two individuals arrive don the scene, stopping on one of the nearby rooftops overlooking the docks. One he recognized as the masked vigilante The Nightengale, the other was a complete mystery to him. A woman with long silver hair with a large sniper rifle, the make and model of which Cap couldn't identify at this range. He watched as the two spoke for a brief moment before The Nightengale leapt off the rood effortlessly and the woman got into position, taking careful aim at the snipers on the roof. John added this new development into his tactical appraisal before altering his plan of attack.

He no longer need to start on the roof and deal with the snipers nest since there was already a counter sniper in place. From what little he knew of how Nightngale worked he was a shadow fighter, not a stand up soldier. Fortunately that served The Captain perfectly. He could operate as The Nightengale's equal and opposite. One fighting from the shadows with lightning fast attacks, the other shooting right down the line and bringing the fight to the enemy. Between the two of them drug dealers muscle stood little chance. Especially with the safety net of a sniper posted just outside.

Satisfied with his current plan The Captain moved in. Carefully sneaking around the back via the rooftops of the surrounding structures he scouted for the best entry point. An unused fire escape and accompanying window would work well. Cap judged the gap he would have to jump with a readying breath. These aerial leaps were not necessarily his forte but the supreme condition of his body did allow him to be surprisingly agile for a man his size. He sprinted forward, shield strapped to his back and leapt out into the night air. His gloved hand reached out and found cold metal. He gripped the last rung of the fire escape landing and pulled himself up.

Once on top of the metal set of stairs he looked down at the drop he almost took with a shake of the head. At least four stories, that would've ended his night early. Cap turned back to the mission and began to ascend the fire escape, carefully not to go stomping up the metal ladder and alert any guards. He reached the window in under a minute and slipped in, dropping to the floor quietly. He could hear voices in the distance, the thugs causally talking amongst themselves from all over the warehouse.

Cap did a quick scan of his immediate surroundings as he took cover behind some crates and readied his shield. He had no idea where Nightegale was but he didn't want to spoil the vigilante's element of surprise so he held position and waited. He'd let the shadow fighter strike first before he moved in. The heroes would pin the enemy between the dagger and shield, leaving them nowhere to run.

As the event came closer on his watch and the area nearer as well, Maestro slowed to a walk rather than a jog as he had been. He first spotted a few uniformed men afar off but near Cormount Bay. Welcoming party? Maestro took a closer look at everything around them; windows, cars, rooftops, and of course who was in the very center. From this distance (and with only one eye) he could tell much but one gunman above a nearby building and a few men on the ground floor of the site. Up we go. The tall villain quietly climbed the fire escape and peeked his head out at the top, seeing the sniper keeping intent watch on the ground. Maestro readied his tape and dagger in hand, placing his red cane at the side of this rooftop. He quietly crawled to the man in uniform, careful not to make any noise - being that he was so tall it would be hard to hide on the same roof. When the painter was only a foot or so away he lunged his hand at the man's mouth and slapped the tape on his face while simultaneously jabbing the dagger in the back of the man's neck and slicing it to the other side. The muffled death was as quiet as Oliver's laughter at it.

Maestro positioned the corpse beside him as he was only a few seconds ago, though off a bit to the side so that Maestro could see through his scope himself. He quickly scanned the ground and rooftops for a count of henchmen. It was quick, so he estimated twenty on the ground and twenty up above. Much more interesting to him he spotted - more stealthily placed - a woman with silver hair and a rather large rifle. Shit, I'm in range! Better make this quick. The villain quickly and carefully looked at the buildings more closer to her, seeing if there may be any unique people lurking. Indeed there was, as he saw a very muscular man with a shield strapped to his back jump between a window and fire escape. Maestro pulled the dead man next to him closer to his own rifle making him look as if he had never been bothered and rolled off the scene to his cane and exit point.

Well, hopefully that woman didn't see anything up here. Better be on the safe side now anyways. Two vigilantes running around, and one of me. Hmm. How to go about this? Maestro focused more on silence rather than speed as going down the fire escape. The black and dark red of Maestro's clothing shadowed him well enough to those far off, though his height gave him away once closer. Taking that into account he decided to stick to the shadows and buildings, just hoping not to run into that big, blue-outfitted man. Oliver took his time to distance himself from the other two, being that it seemed they would be taking out these men as well as Maestro. Might as well use that to his advantage. He entered a building that was beside the body of water and made sure to best stay away from any windows as he scouted out the interior. Empty, good. Oliver grabbed a chair and placed it just out of the way of a window and sat down, now racking his brain for a good plan to execute. Midnight was only so far off now.

Behind a stack of boxes, Elliot waited and waited. Though he knew it was only mere moments, the seconds passed like ages. Each tick of the clock felt like years, decades, centuries of waiting. Finally, behind the safety of his cover, Elliot heard the sound of a gunshot. She was starting. "Time to go." Elliot muttered to himself. In order to keep the snipers off of Silver's back, Elliot had to make himself a more tasty target. He pulled the smoke bombs from his belt and chucked them in three separate directions, making big, chalky clouds of dust. The snipers' eyes were drawn to the clouds, as well as the explosion made during their creation. At that, Elliot booked it, he ran from cloud to cloud, keeping the snipers trained on him so they would never see Silver's muzzle flash. Even though Elliot was running as though his life depended on it, some of the armed thugs got in his way. His father had always told him it was better to start early, so Elliot killed them. Some were stabbed in the throat, dying soundlessly in seconds, others had their necks broken, and others still made the mistake of shooting at Elliot. Those last idiots were decapitated. Elliot pulled his bladed chain from its place at his belt. The razor sharp whip found it's way around the necks of those who were unfortunate enough to shoot. All Elliot had to do was pull.

After roughly 20 shots, Silver stopped and all was still. "Must be finished." Elliot smirked to himself. He finished off the rest of the ground troops that were stationed outside with relative ease. All relatively soundlessly. The only ones who made noise, were the ones that Elliot allowed to cry for help. Elliot was no fool. He didn't simply run around killing people uselessly. He used bodies as bait, used the screams of some to attract the others. They never even saw his face. Elliot was in and out like a shadow's worst nightmare. By the time he was finished, his kill count must have been up to the mid twenties. He's stopped counting after nineteen. He stopped behind a stack of boxes near the back of the warehouse. Elliot looked around, checking his in. While the inside was no doubt more heavily forticated, the front door was also bolted shut. There was only one way out, and it would most likely be covered with guards. Time to do something sneaky. Elliot ran over to the outside circuit panel on the south side of the building. He stopped for just a moment. Was he... breathing heavily? It was only twenty something goons. His master would be laughing at him if be saw the state Elliot was in. Time to get serious.

Elliot slapped an explosive charge on the main breaker box and ducked behind something sturdy. He pressed the ignition switch on his belt for both charges. All at once both charges blew, both the homemade explosive on the circuit breakers, and the EMP charge he'd left at his starting position. The electrical systems were flooded with an electromagnetic pulse, and then the power was cut. On the outside, the breaker box wasn't even serviceable. The whole thing would need to be replaced. Inside the warehouse every single lightbulb would burst, every switch would short circuit. Even the emergency back-up generator would need some spare parts before it was up and running again. The inside of the warehouse would be flooded with darkness. Just the way Elliot liked it. Those inside would meet a swift end and he would go home with a clear conscious. Just when he was wondering where his gunnie was, he heard footsteps behind him. He turned around, and was presented with a sharp something in his face. "Don't freak out its just a short term partner in crime," Silver said. Elliot slapped the hand containing the knife away from his face. "Didn't your mother ever teach you that it's rude to point?" Elliot asked, his voice disguised in the gravelly rasp of the Nightengale. With the sharp out of his eyes and away from his throat, Elliot felt much more comfortable. He even felt nice enough to be polite. "Pleasantries aside," he began. "Nice work on the roof. With that out of the way, we won't have to worry too much about the get-away once the high priority target is dead. Well done." Elliot said, genuinely complementing her work. "Inside there's most likely more guards protecting a big mob boss, he'll be the fat one wearing the nicest suit there. Kill him and their morale will dig it's own grave. I killed the power inside so if you need those goggles on your hip, I'd suggest strapping them on. I'm going up top to dump all those rifles. We wouldn't want anyone picking one up and picking us off during the escape. Once I'm finished, I'll meet up with you inside. Pop this white smoke if you need me. I'll get you out alive." Elliot said, tossing a pair of smoke bombs at the girl. Since the pins weren't pulled, there would be no explosion in the immediate area. Once he'd finished, Elliot grabbed his grapple gun and made his way up to the warehouse rooftop. Little did he know there was someone waiting for him there.

Tim sat on a crate while the deal was commencing very slowly. He opened his eyes, "and let the games begin." A gun shot rang out. The mobsters looked clearly surprised, but the imfamous Death just cracked a smile. Most of the guards outside would be dead by now. The lights short circuited making the room fall into blackness. Tim was surprised how prepared these 'heroes' were. He excepted the situation as it was. "Men prepare to go nocturnal!" He popped open the crate that he was sitting on inside there was a barrier made especially for this kind of situation. Inside there was ten pairs of night vision goggles he put on his own pair and lead the men to the goggles. He searched the area well aware that only about half of them had goggles. He pulled out his katana and his pistol, it had nine bullets. "Those who can't see are useless now!" He lunged his sword into the eye of the nearest 'blind man'. He cocked the 1911 and unloaded the nine bullets into the faces of those who couldn't see, only of his own men the rest would have to fend for them selves. He shouted out to the invisible 'heroes hiding in the dark'. "Eleven versus the several of you, can you rise to the challenge? Or will you be another to fall by my hand?" He spoke to all heroes and villains alike, for the games had begun.

Slugger did his routes around the dock, phone vibrating several times, snippets of information slipping in his eyes and ears from his scouts.

Cap was out in the dockyard, from a couple of boats suspiciously enough, before he ran into a warehouse. A scout saw some freak with a top-hat, either The Painter or some fancy fucker, sneaking in as well.

Then, it was the goddamn Nightingale.

"I don't know, he just put something on the box at the side of the building."

"The box?" Slugger said with the cell by his face, heading turning left and right for any soul in sight. The kid, Jack, must've meant the breaker for the building. Looks like Killy Mckillington was going to blow the lights, though how, it was unsure.
"As soon as he's far enough, try to get the 'something' off, right, Jack?"
"Got it boss. And there's some silver-haired chick with a gas mask..."
"Monster." The newest so-called "Hero" to date. "Stay the fuck away from her as well. You and George follow my orders, alright?"

With a click of the phone, he had continued his route, suddenly hearing the roar of a motorcycle before ducking into the opposite alley to hide in the darkness. The gunshots have been causing him to jump and twitch throughout the night as if he'd been the one getting shot but he managed to stand completely still in the dark for the moment to be stealthy. The engine stalled before the ignition was turned off and a "Hero" emerged from the alley. You could always tell because unless there was a dungeon in Cormick City that advertised half price admission for guests with black jumpsuits and masks it was always a hero.

Now, instead of just catching up to him and smacking him across the face right there, Slugger had a better idea. Ducking into the alley the motorcycle was parked in, finding it behind a dumpster, Isaiah smirked as he pulled the butterfly knife from his pocket and flipped the blade up with a practiced skill.
"What are you doing?" Carlos called from behind in a whisper, watching with intrigue and curiosity. "Are you gonna make it explode? Take it apart and sell it? Key it?"
"Keying? I thought I taught you better then that." He said, almost disappointingly as his knife got to work.
"Besides, I ain't got the tools with me for the other stuff, no siree. I'm just gonna cut the brakes, to see how far our little hero could go before crashin' his dumb-ass all over the pavement." If you really wanted to know how stupidly easy it was to cut the brakes on both wheels for such a fancy new ride, look at the brake pads then follow the brake lines. These things are made of hard rubber and stupidly easy to cut.

Half way between cutting the back brakes, the lights around the whole dock, and a couple of blocks, blacked out.
"Those fucking bastards cut out the lights. Smart. Carlo, call up the others if they're ok." Slugger commanded as he cut the last brake, skating out of the alley and back into the front of the docks, his eyes focused on his gang that for some reason assembled together without his command.
"The fuck are those idiots doing?" Slugger said to no-one in particular as he slowly approached them, only then just realizing the copius amounts of dead bodies and blood lying around the area, carefully avoiding them as his skates were stained with blood of the spaces in between as he got closer.
"Guys, what're you doing?" He said to them once he got closer, realizing that they were frozen in place, and their eyes were fixed on something on the ground, one of the kids raising an arm and pointing to it.
"Jack and George aren't picking up."
"Well then, fucking call again." He said it again before turning to his gang.
"Look, I know this looks bad but as long as we keep our distance from these assholes, we should be-"

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"For fuck's sake who's-"
But then he stopped. The ringing wasn't coming off any of them. Slowly, he turned his head, his shoulders feeling as heavy as the fucking world could make it when he saw their bodies. Slugger used his phone as a light, from their rollarblades up. George had blood all over him, covering his every piece of clothing, neck freshly stabbed.
Jack was the exact same thing except by the time they reached his neck, there was no head attached, they only knew it was him by the skates he wore by his feet. Slugger hardly noticed most if not everyone running away behind him as he stood, absolutely dumbstruck, his every thought silenced and his soul blank.
"If you want to go Carlos. Just go." He said ever-so solemnly, still keeping the Slugger voice for the sake of reputation, to that one kid still there.
"What're you going to do?"

Slugger looked at him, his eyes full of sorrow yet void of tears, his brother taught him early on in life to never cry and to never let anyone see you cry. Instead, rage started to fill his veins like lava as he remembered Jack's last phone call. Nightingale and The Monster.

"I'm going to kill those fuckers." For when he turned around, blading towards the docks, this was true. Slugger didn't care about the money now, didn't care about self-preservation or safety, all he wanted to do now was to splatter their brains across the pavement for the murder of his dear friends.

He slipped in the back of the warehouse, staying in the shadows and watching for bodies not to fall over. Slugger got close enough to see the shape and sound everyone's favorite Mad Jester open the case they've been standing on and wearing what Slugger could only believe are night-vision goggles like the movies since he said to "go nocturnal." Just as the kid took cover behind a closer wall, he could hear those nine shots of the gun, and shook every time he heard it go off, hyperventilating near the end as Death Sigil challenged everyone in the room.
Slugger opened a flap in his pocket and took out his home-made flash-bang while keeping the cold metal bat on his face to calm him down for a couple of seconds before he got out of cover and whipped the flashbang at their group, closing his eyes and turning away to protect himself form the flash.

Apparently, while wearing night-vision goggles, flashbangs could really hurt the eyes even more so. It's the only conclusion Slugger could make as Death Sigil's gang were clutching their faces, shouting "Arghh My Eyes!" to the flash their goggles ever so amplified painfully. The kid rollarbladed to the crate, clutching a pair and quickly snapping it to his head, left hand frantically running over the sides until he found the on button. The green vision gave the kid more depth and he skated away, turning the corner and out of their field of vision, speeding through the warehouse at high speeds dodging a spinning fire disk from the window by ducking his head and blocking all bounds of logic from questioning it as he searched for the people responsible for killing his friends. His heart was beating like mad over the maneuver he had just done, partly in disbelief and relief, but he had to forget such things as he spotted both Captain Asshole and some other chick/hero. She didn't much the description of The Monster but if he had simply let them go, they were going to follow him.

In a flash, Slugger passed the two, and a rather sharp click of the pin leaving one of the grenades around the Captain's waist and around the middle finger of Slugger's left hand. If the warhouse wasn't dark and slowly going up in flames, he would have turned around, and flipped the middle finger for good measure but he had a mission.

Then he saw her. The Monster, in her gas mask and all. Slugger sped up as much as he could and just when the distance was right, he dipped the bent metal bat back, gripped it tightly with two hands and swung with both the strength his arms could muster and the speed he traveled, ready to strike a homerun with The Monster's head as the ball.

Silver through on she night goggles and stayed on the side, if anyone needed help she would be there in a flash. But out of the side of her eye she saw a person speeding towards her, metal bat in hand and looking as if he wanted to knock her head off. But Silver was faster. She was always faster. She quickly ducked, dodging the blow and the person voomed right past her, but not before getting a swift kick in the stomach. Using her wire she flung in at the man, if wrapped tightly around his ankles, tying them together. Silver pulled hard making the person trip and smack their head on the ground and she took out her knife. The electrical waves were so strong you could see it bouncing on the blade as she pounced on the body, kicked the bat away and pinned down his legs and arms. She hovered the blade close to his neck but stopped.

"Your only a kid" she whispered more to herself then to the boy. Then Silver glanced at his hands and her eyes widened.
"Fuck!" she growled, seeing the grenade pin.
"Are you stupid or something? get out of here before you get hurt!" Silver snarled leaving the boy. Silver then rushed into action, swiftly running towards the only person she knew would have grenades. The Captain.

She could now she him and some girl but Silver just focused in on Cap's belt.
'There!' she thought once she saw the pulled grenade.
"Excuss me Cap but I'm going to need this" Silver said as she grabbed the grenade from him and ran out of the warehouse. She rushed over to the docks. Throwing the grenade into one of the speed boats Silver was thankful the keys were in it as she started it up and put it into gear. The boat raced off towards the open water and only a few moments later the grenade set off.

"Well if that wasnt movie worthy i dont know what is" Silver giggled to herself. She then rushed back into the warehouse.

Shortly after he had his goggles on, he saw a flash of light and searing pain. He ripped the device off of his face replacing it with his mask once again. It took about a minute for his eyes to fully recover, thankfully he had been wearing his contact lenses. The the green of the lense had absorbed a lot of the light since the light produced by the goggles is mostly green. A mere lucky coincidence he simply wore them because he liked the color green and neon eyes made him look other worldly. He still had a migraine headache so he struggled to regain his bearing all of his men had fainted from the severe pain. Setback after setback, the men who came here on business were huddled in the office of the warehouse. He opened the door and suggested that they should fight should they not wish to die. He didn't have to tell them twice, he tapped into his years of training in the dark. Closing his eyes and focusing on his hearing and sixth sence. He heard some commotion from a building near his current, he reached into a crate and pulled out two moltovs. This outta be fun, guess this will be more challenging than expected. He silently made his way to the un expecting heroes. He saw the man who proclaimed himself a captain and some masked girl who he did only recongnize. Then he heard an explosion and saw a silver haired girl with some mask on, three heroes huh? This would be impossible for anyone else, more of a challenge for Tim. The two moltovs will deal with them nicely, then I can wait for the girl to come to inspect their copses I can decapitate her then. But once again he heard more noises from the roof top this time. So how many have crashed this little party of mine? His matto was that it wasn't a party until at least twenty died, well it wasn't until now. He climbed up on the roof, he observed as the shadow and the birdie, as he called them,locked in fierce combat. "Wow I am honored to be in the company of the Nightengale but the shade as well, so glad yo two could make it to my little get together. I am slightly disappointed that cat girl or ace didn't show but I'll get over it. So who should I play with first?" He cackled sadisticly drawing his katana glancing at the gleaming steel. He pointed the blade between them, he closed his eyes. "Einnie minne miny mow..."

The Captain had scaled the building where Nightengale battled alone against an unknown enemy. As the United States Army veteran reached the top of the building and he realized that the shadowy vigilante was not on the roof with one but two dangerous criminals. The new comer looked like something out of a Renaissance Faire complete with an armored face plate. Death Sigil was well known throughout the underground of Cormick City as a madman and a killer with strong connections to the mob. Feared by criminal and civilian alike, Death Sigil was a sadist devoid of morals or scruples and just the kind of man The Captain had no patience for.

As The Captain neared the top of the building he heard the ringing of a sword leaving a scabbard before Death Sigil spoke.

"Wow I am honored to be in the company of the Nightengale but the shade as well, so glad yo two could make it to my little get together. I am slightly disappointed that cat girl or ace didn't show but I'll get over it. So who should I play with first? Einnie minne miny mow..."

The Captain mantled the roof and landed firmly with his shield up and his eyes locked on the mad man in the armored mask.

"You can stop looking, your opponent is right here Death Sigil."

The Captain said in open challenge to the wicked man brandishing the katana and the murderous glint in his yes. Without taking his eyes off Death Sigil Cap greeted his fellow justice seeker.

"Nightengale, I've heard about the good work you've done, it's an honor. I'm the Captain and I'm your reinforcements for the evening."

Cap risked a cursory glance at Nightengale's opponent to judge how the hero had been fairing in his bout. A curvaceous woman donned all in black with a mask that covered her mouth. Her appearance screamed assassin and those ominous blood red eyes only added to her mystique. She appeared to be unharmed aside from the way she was favoring her wrist, no doubt in her scuffle with Nightengale so far. She was lucky to still be breathing, from Nightengale's reputation he was not one to leave enemies alive for long.

Returning his focus back to Death Sigil he clenched his fist and readied his shield.

"There's only one way to deal with a maniac like you."

With that The Captain charged Death Sigil, his right hand clenched. He barreled right at the armored man, shield up and protecting him in his charge. He closed the gap in seconds and dove at him with a powerful right hand aimed for his jaw. The force of the blow would knock the man senseless should it connect.

Annie was suddenly frightened and startled when a tall slender man in an elegant looking outfit cooed at her creepily. She shuddered and noticed he threw something at her, she screamed and dove to the side doing a somersault and landing on her feet in a crouching position. She quickly got up and ran a few yards out of the flames reach and heard a crash and boom as it burst into flames on impact. Annie looked up at the seemingly insane man and knew he wasnt with the deal that was going down, he was a villain. In fact, annie had overheard rumors on the streets of a madman artist that paired scenes on the walls ground and any surface with the blood of his victims after he has disposed of them properly. She shuddered and glanced up hoping the captain or Nightingale came to help her since if this man was stronger than her then she might be his next art project. He asked her if they could have some fun as well. But all annie replied with was a small and polite, "Ladies do not start fights..." she smirked Shyly. "but they can finish them." she charged at the man and faked him out by going from the left to the right and under his arm to around his back. She jabbed him with the tips of her fingers into the side of his back then in the middle on his spine in the lower back region. She managed to only be able to get to the painful pressure points and not the most effective ones like around the neck and elbow. She let out a yelp however as she felt the man's knife cut her skin on the top of her forearm And near her collarbone as she ran off into the warehouse where it stored large crates that looked to hold furniture. She ran inside and looked up at the ceiling she could see the heros and villains on the roof fighting through the windows and she quickly climbed up on a mountain of crates to the window, where she touched the glass. She waited at the top and shivered panting heavily. She started to hyperventilate and panic a bit when she felt the tightening of her lungs and the constriction of air going into her and out.

"Shade darling to be a good little girl and go make the captain feel at home, he is so alone you see." He waved of the girl without a second glance, he had a bone to pick with the Nightingale. "I have to say you do like shaking up the pot don't you...and killing. It seems we have a problem my thing is that I'm crazy as fuck and everyone fears me, but it's as if you are trying to outdo me. A man has to ask himself when does justice turn into crime." He randomly swiped at the air with one hand on his sword sloppily and jokingly. He knew to respect his weapon, or at least Tim did. "How about this no guns this rounds, you seem to be knightly enough. Death sigil tossed the English hand-and-a-half sword his way turning his back to his opponent briefly. He collected himself he called upon his knowledge and skill. While Krav Maga is a death art JSA is equally so especially for one who started at age ten. It would be a snap to kill an unarmed opponent but his sensei had ingrained respect into his pupil. He bowed at his opponent, and began an advanced kato from a unique style. Word on the street was that he nightingale knew how to use a sword to so a common kato could be read easily. "Mind if I clip your wings little birdie?" He let loose an insane laugh as the heat rippled the air around them and the warehouse below them began to slowly give way. This would be a great little exercise.

Death sigil seemed to be denied, this was disappointing until he got smacked in the face by the hulk, I mean captain. He regained himself, it would seem that he was being attacked left and right without landing a single hit on anyone else. That was about to change. "Sword vs Sheild it is, cap." He picked his weapon from the ground. He took a merely defensive stance, he judged that Tim could last longer if he used his stamina to outlast his foe to the point of where he was weak and sloppy. One downside though if the battle next to him finished before Nightengale would kill him for sure, and maybe even Shade. He bowed out of both respect and habit to his enemy. He took a few slashes near the captains face, not intending to actually hit him. Though it did seem to make him tense up. Tim smirked at that knowing that this would be a challenge, he pouted he had so hoped to fight the Nightengale tonight. Mainly the reason he had this 'deal' set up. It wasn't any real deal but mainly a trap, the Calvary would be here at the break of dawn, five hours I will have to stall them for. He stared the captain in the eyes to predict his movements, paying little to no attention to the two lovebirds battling to the death.

This was getting a touch ridiculous. All Elliot wanted to do was go home. He wasn't even feeling up to a fight. In fact, Elliot was tired. He felt the fatigue settle into his body, all his killing had caught up with him. He had begun breathing raggedly. Though his form was perfect, his masters had at least drilled that much into him, his focus was slipping. Soon, Elliot wouldn't be able to walk homes let alone fight his way out of this place. The sirens had started wailing. The police and fire department would be here soon.

Just when Elliot thought it couldn't get any worse, he heard a voice. Elliot diverted just a little attention to see who was speaking, but he should have guessed. "Wow I am honored to be in the company of the Nightengale, but the Shade as well, so glad you two could make it to my little get together. I am slightly disappointed that cat girl, Ace, didn't show but I'll get over it. So who should I play with first? Einnie minne miny mow...". Were he not whirling a bladed chain over his head, Elliot would have facepalmed. Of course, it all made sense. Who else would put together something like this? Death Sigil was the only criminal in all of Cormick with the connections to make something like this happen. "Why am I not surprised." The Nightengale muttered to himself.

Just then, who should arrive but the Captain himself. Elliot sighed. It had just gotten worse. The Captain mantled the roof and landed firmly with his shield up and his eyes locked on the mad man in the armored mask.

"You can stop looking, your opponent is right here Death Sigil." The Captain said in open challenge to the wicked man brandishing the katana. Without taking his eyes off Death Sigil, the ole' Cap' greeted Elliot. "Nightengale, I've heard about the good work you've done, it's an honor. I'm the Captain and I'm your reinforcements for the evening." Elliot sighed. The Captain was a good fighter, that was for sure, and he would have been wonderful reinforcements anywhere else on any day of the week, but the Nightengale didn't like crowds, and the amount of people on the roof was giving him a headache. The Cap' risked a cursory glance at Nightengale's opponent, he seemed to be analyzing what he could about Shade from her appearance. The Nightengale nodded curtly to the Captain. While his reinforcements were pleasant. They were unnecessary. Once Elliot was done with his little copycat at the front, he would massacre Death Sigil. Shade, how very apt. Elliot chuckled to himself. She was like Elliot's shadow. From the black gear to the fighting style, even her daunting way of addressing others was just like his. However good she was, it didn't matter to Elliot. A shadow could never compete with the original. However quaint the notion was, Elliot had no time for any more distractions or games. He planned on executing the Madman and hanging his body from the highest spire in all of Cormick. Tired or not, Elliot felt his blood boil as he looked at Death Sigil. He'd ended so many innocent lives. If Elliot had ever hated a villain before, it was nothing compared to the hate he felt with Death Sigil himself in front of him. However, he could wait. The Captain would entertain him until he was done with his döppelgänger.

With that The Captain charged Death Sigil, his right hand clenched. He barreled right at the armored man, shield up and protecting him in his charge. He closed the gap in seconds and dove at him with a powerful right hand aimed for his jaw. The force of the blow would knock the man senseless should it connect.

"Shade darling to be a good little girl and go make the captain feel at home, he is so alone you see." Death Sigil began, completely ignoring the fact that he was about to be decked in the face. He waved off Shade without a second glance, it seemed he had a bone to pick with the Nightingale. "I have to say you do like stirring up the pot don't you...and killing. It seems we have a problem. My thing, is that I'm crazy as fuck and everyone fears me, but it's as if you are trying to outdo me. A man has to ask himself when does justice turn into crime. How about this, no guns this round. You seem to be knightly enough." Death Sigil tossed an English hand-and-a-half sword Elliot's way turning his back to his opponent briefly. The sword clattered uselessly on the ground by Elliot's feet. After that, He collected himself, took his stance, performed a short kata, and said some kind of quip. All Elliot heard next was laughter. He laughed loudly, but Elliot couldn't hear much of anything over the Cap's roar and the sound of fist meeting face. Elliot winced, Even a whole truckload of crazy wouldn't make that hurt any less.

Sighing, Elliot turned his attention back to his Shadow. However, the second she opened her mouth, Elliot knew she hadn't taken his bait. Shit! What gave it away? Elliot thought tensely to himself. His hands weren't shaking, he didn't appear to be fatigued, and his voice had been strong and threatening. This woman, she must have wanted to fight regardless of Elliot's affiliation. She seemed to be angry, or perhaps derisive, either way, she wasn't very fond of Elliot at the moment. "What, the great Nightengale thinks he can beat me? So far, all you've done is hurt my wrist a little, and you're already resorting to weapons. It's pathetic." Her expression mellowed, and returned to one of nonchalance. "If you must know, I go by Shade. The media likes to call me all sorts of things, but I find those names too eccentric.". "Ahh... I thought I recognized the name," Elliot lied. "I thought the red eyes were familiar, and now I know why."

At that, she appeared to be done talking with Elliot, who was trying to stall for time so he could rest a little. It had only been about two, maybe three minutes, but Elliot managed to regain some energy. Elliot tensed as she reached into her pockets. What was she pulling out of them? She slipped a couple small knives from her jacket, gleaming silver with no hilts. Balancing two between her fingers, she aimed and threw them. One was sent towards Elliot's shoulder, and the other to the side of his lower abdomen. Another followed the two, aimed for his left thigh. She hasn't really picked any lethal spots it seemed.

Still whirling the blade over his head, Elliot jumped and whipped his right leg around his body as fast as he could, performing an aerial, his body spun in a tight circle, like a figure skater's might. All the while, Elliot's chain was still spinning. Elliot seemed to disappear behind the whirling chain, and as the knives deflected from the chain, clattering harmlessly to the ground, Elliot made his move. He landed, twisting his body and rotating on the balls of his feet. The chain spun around Elliot, moving even faster until he faced the Shadow. Once she was in his sights, Elliot directed the chain and let go, channeling all its velocity towards the Shade. The knife on the end surged forward wickedly fast, intent on digging itself into the bones of her spine after making its way through her stomach.

Crack! A blood curdling crack rang out. The captain came out of the blue. He felt extreme pain as his jaw broke. This would be a pain in multiple ways. He looked up unable to talk without a shot of pain, and to think he had announcements planned. He looked up at the red, white, and blue bastard, looking down on him. He ripped off his face plate, revealing green eyes and blue hair. Not many had seen his face but it wasn't a pretty sight. He was perfectly bleeding from the mouth with a giant bruise already swelling were he was clobbered. And worst of all his jaw hanging loosely. He cried from the pain he quickly took out his contacts, looking up at the captain. He would probably say some sarcastic and equally insane comment, then smile. But he couldn't, he simply got up held his jaw in place with his left hand and dusted himself off with his right as if nothing had happened. Of course he was in great pain but he would not, could not. He nonchalantly picked up his sword, he would have said something like, "nice blow but your form could use some working on". He didn't instead he ripped of a piece of purple cloth. He put it under his chin and gingerly tied it around the top of his head. He pulled apart off of a crate, a small strip of wood he sliced it in half, putting the
Two pieces inside the rag making a makeshift splint. He looked at the captain trying to control his rage. His hands trembled, he cleared his mind as much as possible fighting the pain. "In goigk to en you." He managed to say trough his pain, his vision almost went black but he regained himself. He was at a serious disadvantage, his face being a greater target than before. He ran trough the invisible list of mastered kata in his head, if it was Nightingale he would have had to use a uncommon one. Though he doubted the captain would know the most basic of techniques. He breathed deeply in and out through his nose. Collected all his calmness and honestly it did two things. It concentrated him on the task at hand and subtracted from the pain.
He sheathed the blade and slowly gripped the Tsuka drawing it furiously fast as a slashing motion headed upward at a diagonal motion. Though it was a very simple kata that he would never use against a swordsman of remotely his own or Nightingale's level.

The blow floored the armored mad man but to his credit he recovered quickly, brandishing that wicked blade of his with murderous intent. Whether it was the metal helm or the man's insanity that allowed him to ignore the pain he was no doubt feeling swell in his jaw, John could only speculate. Death Sigil fell in a defensive stance before oddly enough going on the offensive. Speculative strikes for sure yet that razor sharp sword dancing so close to John's face was nothing to take lightly. John knew from experience the man was trying to feel him out, gauge how the fight was going to go early instead of try for a quick take down. Smart but all the patience in the world doesn't win fights, heart do.

The Captain brought his shield up and Death Sigil's sword bounced off the patriotic shield with a loud clang. John didn't just merely bring his shield up to defend but to push the armored villain back with a powerful shield bash. The bash caught Death Sigil in the chest causing little actual harm but made space with ease. The Captain was physically stronger than his opponent by far. He had a height and weight advantage on him as well. No doubt meaning Death Sigil would rely on speed, agility and endurance to wear him down. That's what The Captain would do if he was fighting a more powerful opponent. Regardless Cap knew to abandon his strengths in the fight merely to keep Death Sigil guessing was risky and foolish.

Using teh space created Cap leapt forward, shield up and only moved it at the last second to throw a flying knee into the man's ribs before following up with a right cross to the temple. Should those two initial blows find their mark The Captain already was bringing his left arm up with his shield prepared to defend from Death Sigil's counter strike.