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Annabeth Collins

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a character in “A Pledge for Justice”, as played by Arabella13

Description

ā™¦ Fallen Angel ā™¦




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"Cowards die many times, but the valiant only taste of death once."
~William Shakespeare's, Julius Caesar




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ā™¦ General Information ā™¦


ā™  Role ā™ 
Hero

ā™  Gender ā™ 
Female
ā™  Nickname(s)/Alias(es) ā™ 
Annie, Anna, Anne, Kitty
ā™  Age ā™ 
20
ā™  Face Claim ā™ 
Amber from Darker Than Black




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ā™¦ Appearance ā™¦


ā™  Height ā™ 
4 feet and 9 inches
ā™  Weight ā™ 
92 lbs
ā™  Build ā™ 
Petite and skinny frame.
ā™  Hair Color ā™ 
Bright blonde
ā™  Eye Color ā™ 
Golden
ā™  Scars/Tattoos ā™ 
She has a few tiny scars around her collarbones that are only about an inch in length and she has scars on her hips/sides from getting attacked two years ago.
ā™  Description ā™ 
Anything else that you wanted to mention about your character's appearance that you feel is interesting or important to the story.

ā™  Normal Clothingā™ 
She likes to wear anything comfy and warm. She enjoys weaing sweaters and scarfs, which she often wears when she goes out at night. She also likes her small pink backpack that has a purple and blue floral print on it. Annie perfers to wear girly things, but feels that comfort outweighs wearing expensive and itchy clothing from designers, so she wears ripped short shorts. tanks or tees, and jackets.
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ā™¦ Mentality ā™¦


ā™  Quarks/Oddities ā™ 
Anemia: Annie has a blood condition called Anemia. Anemia is a condition where your body does not have enough iron in it and therefore cannot produce red blood cells that carry oxygen around your body as much. This makes it sometimes hard for her to fight for long and often run out of breath. Anemia also makes a person feel cold or colder more often than others do. Annie is also a quiet girl who enjoys the smell of flowers, trees, and anything that is appealing to her. You could say that she is a girl who has a qeen (don't know how to spell that) with her sense of smell.

Asthma: Annie has Asthma and sometimes finds it hard to breath when doing strenuous things such as her day job. She always carries her inhaler with her and makes sure to take it regularly. She gets asthma attacks after in a long and hard fight and hasn't taken it after/during. This is a weakness of hers and she knows it, trying not to let her enemies know about it, since it woould be very easy for them to use it against her.
ā™  Skills ā™ 
Annie has taught herself everything she could on the antomy of the human body, making her quite the expert on where the best places to hit an oppoent are and have the small blows be effective without having to use lots of strength (which she doesn't have a lot of). Annie has always been a naturally agile and fast person since before she can remember. Her small physique makes her able to squeeze through tight places like bars in a gate, in order to get away from people or hide in cramped places for a long time. She is quick on her feet and quiet as a mouse, making her stealthy skills valueable to someone who needed a thefty job done (although she never took any sort of job like that).
ā™  Likes ā™ 
Annie likes flowers, the color pink or red, plants, kittens, fluffy and soft things, sleeping, the sun, lights, Christmas
ā™  Dislikes ā™ 

ā™  Phobia(s) ā™ 
Complete darkness, fire, and being in confined spaces (she is very claustrophobic).
ā™  Weakness(es) ā™ 
Annie isn't the strongest of people even for a girl. Her size and body make it, so she isn't a very strong hand to hand combat fighter but more of a dodge and strike, stealthy fighter. If one were to restrain her or have the upper hand strength wise, she'd have a hard time defending herself.

Annie also has Anemia making her have shortness in breath and tired more easily, so she isn't the best in fighting for a long time. She also is scared of pretty common things, so if an enemy knew about them they'd be able to control her more.




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ā™¦ Under the Mask ā™¦

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ā™  Real Name ā™ 
Annabeth Madison Collins (LOL AMC :P)

ā™  Personality ā™ 
Include both personalities or traits that your character has with and without their mask or when they are undercover and not undercover.

ā™  Family[/u ā™ 

ā™  [u]History
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Annie was brought up relatively well. Although she lived in the most crime ridden part of the city, she managed to get around most problems by hiding and staying quiet. She never liked the night time and there was a good reason for it too. The other kids in the Orphanage in which she stayed in always got jumped after coming home from a long night usually. Some of the littler ones were kidnapped and sold as slaves to people elsewhere, but most of the time it was drunk rebels who wanted to have some fun with some of the older yet smaller girls. Being in an Orphanage, they weren't fed the best because of all the mouths to feed so naturally they weren't all the strongest or the biggest children, even the boys were scarily skinny.

Anyways, after the children went to school they'd be given about two hours to do whatever they wanted outside of the orphanage, and Annie's favorite place was to go to the small public library about a mile and a half's walk from her home. She'd read all the children's books and had moved onto novels. She had gotten a book about a young boy wizard (TEXT TO TEXT CONNECTIONS ;D) and was walking home in the dark around 9 pm. She hated the dark and tried to stay under the streetlights in plain sight, when suddenly she heard a noise behind her and saw a big man in a red hooded sweatshirt. When she looked back ahead of her, she saw another man dressed in all black. The men started to make cat calls at her and she felt scared. She ran down an alley and unfortunately was caught by two more men who dragged her furhter into the dark. They began to beat her in the face and kick her in the stomach area and back. She screamed for help, but to no prevail and was knocked out cold when someone shattered an empty beer bottle on her head.

When Annie woke up she was so weak and her surroundings seemed so bright. It was daytime now and she was commanding her muscles to push herself up but instead, let out a scream in pain a she whole body experienced extreme amounts of pain. She looked down and found that her clothes were tattered, her school bag empty except for the library books, and she had no undergarments on. When she broke down sobbing hestarically was when a young woman found her and rushed to the hospital. After exstensive therapy for special victims and her physical wounds healed into scars, she vowed to find a way that she could get back at the men who had done what they had to her. She was close to death and it was the eye opener that she needed in order find her true purpose in life.

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ā™¦ OTHER ā™¦

So begins...

Annabeth Collins's Story

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Annie was walking in the afternoon sun, feeling its warmth through the cool breeze that swept down the semi empty streets. She held her hands in her tan double-breasted coat and walked at a leisurely pace for many blocks. Annie looked around and listened closely for any signs of a disturbance or trouble. She had had a rough start to the day, when she ran into some drug dealers who wouldn't give up the fight very easily. Managing to incapacitate the criminals, she narrowly escaped them, with only a small cut on the forearm from the tiny pocket knife that one of them had whipped out.

Annie sighed and shivered a little, as a breeze blew past her and she felt it on her bare legs and felt colder. She decided that after a day of patrolling the streets as The Angel or at least what she thinks as herself, A Fallen Angel, that it was time to head back to the Orphanage. She reached into her inside pocket and pulled out a scarf, wrapping it around her neck. She shivered and felt colder and colder as she watched the sun go down she turned down a street and noticed a rather muscular look at her and go down an alleyway. She coughed and looked at her watch which read 4:45.

Annie kept walking down the street at a normal pace and then stopped at a bench, standing next to it as she took a moment to fish through her pockets for her inhaler. She started panting even though she hadn't done anything and she found that every breath she took was getting thicker, dryer, like she was trying to breath under water. She found it and inhaled the medicine through her mouth and sighed still panting. She suddenly felt a large arm around her neck and drag her into the alleyway that she was standing right across from. She gasped and struggling against the man and thrashed as hard as she could but it wasn't much compared to the piece of trash holding her tightly. She kicked harder and kicked the man between the legs and managed to slip out of his grasp and run behind him and jab him behind both of his knees, which made him feel a bit weaker and she pushed him to the ground and jumped on his back and pressed her index fingers into a place behind his ear lobes and the musccle of his neck making him yell in anger and intense pain. She then smashed his head into the pavement and found that even though that would usually knock someone out that it only made him dizzy and come in and out of consciousness. She grunted as she felt the man's neck and pinched a part of his muscle that knocked him out instantly.

Annie pushed herself up and panted hard as she leaned against the brick wall of a building. She looked down at the man in front of her and reached into her pocket for her inhaler. She Looked around frantically and saw it where the man had first grabbed her. She quickly took another doseage of her inhaler and panted as she relaxed more. She sat on the bench near her and closed her eyes for a moment as she tried to calm herself down from getting attacked again.

Once her breathing became normal again, she walked back to the man and looked him over. It had been the man that she saw hide behind the wall, why she hadn't made a mental note or had been more cuatious was beyond her. She sighed and kicked him one final time, but she noticed something on the ground a feet away from his body. It was a folded up piece of paper and opened it up and read it and was shocked. It was a detailed message of a some drugs that are being imported at the docks in Cormount Bay. She sighed and looked at the bottom of the note for the date and time, it was today at midnight. She closed her eyes and knew that she had to go and help stop the dealers at the docks from bringing even more illegal drugs into her city. She started to head home to get some rest before the deal was going to take place.

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Character Portrait: Luna Hunter 'Silver Assassin' Character Portrait: Elliot Freling "The Nightengale" Character Portrait: Annabeth Collins
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The work day ended as it always had, mundanely. It ended with a sort of finality and dullness that was enough to make you shudder. It was terrifying how a whole ten hours of time could easily pass you by, as if you had no say in the matter. Regardless, as quickly as they came and went, they paid the bills, and that was the important part. They funded the Nightengale's war against organized crime in Cormick City. They paid for the repairs, the weapons, the tools, everything. Some men bought fancy cars, yachts, or life partners, but Elliot's only love was the satisfying crunch of a broken nose underneath the might of his own fist. There was something utterly breathtaking about being a hero. The way you walked taller, stood prouder, felt stronger, and lived more brazenly. It was exhilarating, it was like living with the blinders off. Elliot didn't need to care about social appearances outside of whether or not he was generally well liked. Who cared if he pissed someone off, every leg breaker they sent his way would be broken, every dirt digger confounded, and every cutthroat silenced. Elliot lived as if he had nothing to lose, and he didn't. However, that was only under the mask. Outside of it, he had an actual life, surprisingly enough.

Elliot trudged through the door of his high rise, studio apartment on the nicer side of town, slamming it behind him. He threw his keys at the wall and they clung to the magnet he'd hung in just the right spot. The various nail holes in the wall spoke to his efforts, and though they had been filled and painted over, one could still see that there had been several attempts at positioning it perfectly. Next, his suit jacket found its way to the coat rack, again via throwing; his tie hung haphazardly from the side of the laundry bin after it's own unexpected flight. Elliot sat in his chaise recliner next to the great big window that served as the south facing wall of his apartment. It had a fantastic view of the slums, docks, and city limits that most people would have cared not to see, but Elliot liked to be reminded. He liked to know that his job wouldn't be over, not for a long while. While it would have scared a lesser man, Elliot embraced the challenge, it made him salivate. Sighing, Elliot got up and made his way to the phone that hung from the wall in the kitchen. He called a local shop that he knew would provide excellent results. He picked white lilies, Blue Morning Glories, and silvery Pussy Willows. He directed that they be sent to a local cafƩ called "Fiery Grace", and that they he given explicitly to its owner, Luna. He then asked that they attach a note written in cursive scrawl that said, "Here's to hoping the ball won't be a complete drag. See you there, E." When he was done he smiled. "If I've done this right I'll make two women happy. Won't mother be pleased..." Elliot groaned to himself. That finished, Elliot set about making preparations for the night. He had a suit to get pressed, a car to be washed, and a million other things to do between them so he might as well get started.

Elliot grabbed both his suits. The combat one was placed in his workout bag along with all his other necessary tools and toys, while the charcoal black, three-buttoned Fioravanti custom fit suit with a matching dark blue vest and pocket square. It was, to say the least, a very nice suit, which meant he needed to take it to the store itself to ensure proper, quality cleaning and pressing. Elliot threw workout clothes in with his hero suit, and his black Dress shoes in a garment bag with his suit. They needed a polish. His things ready, and his list in his pocket, Elliot headed out the door and across the street to the parking garage where he kept his car. Elliot drove a Black Subaru BRZ, and while it was a sports model, it was by no means a Ferrari. He hopped in and threw his things in the back, starting up the car. As it roared to life, Elliot turned the radio to his favorite jazz station. Elliot loved jazz almost as much as he loved fighting. It made him smile. Elliot did his chores with mindless efficiency, picking up groceries, getting in a workout, and dropping off his suit without really thinking about it. It was only once those things were done that Elliot then turned his attention to the real goal. Elliot drove his car back home and changed in the ramp's bathroom. He strapped on his gear and placed his mask firmly over his face. The Nightengale had arrived. Elliot left the clothes and black bag in the trunk of his locked car and then turned to the stairs, heading to the top. Once there, Elliot smirked, feeling crazy.

He took aim with his grappling hook and fired, after a brief moment it found its mark and latched securely. Elliot felt a wild blast of courage stir in the pit of his stomach. "Time to fly!". He said, and with that he jumped, swinging from the ramp to a nearby fire escape. After he'd detached the hook, Elliot aimed and fired again, launching himself over the edge and traversing the city much more efficiently that through slow traffic. It was almost 5, Elliot had placed to be. He brought himself to the alley where he knew a local drug dealer was bringing a client something nasty. This wasn't the target though. Whatever that idiot put into his body was his own business, what Elliot wanted was the dealer's information. Word on the street was that a huge shipment was coming through and that every dealer in the city was in on it in some way. If Elliot could get his hands on that info, the Nightengale would be sure to make a visit. Elliot was sitting in the shadows, waiting for his prey, when something happened he hadn't expected. Instead of meeting with his client, the dealer had chased a girl into this particular alley. Elliot sighed, preparing himself to be the hero, when the girl decided that she was done being the victim. It shocked Elliot to see such a physically weak girl take on such a big guy. Further, the way she attacked his nervous system was both systematic and efficient, and slightly brutal. Whoever she was, this girl was after Elliot's own heart. He smirked as she relaxed in her victory, Elliot nodded slowly, she was good. She might have been weak, but she was quick and she knew where to hit. Just then, Elliot noticed something, she was searching the man's pockets. Did she know something he didn't? Sure enough, she pulled out a scrap of paper. That must have been it! Elliot slowly, and silently, clambered down from his place on the escape.

"Well,". Elliot said loudly, just enough to catch the little girl's attention, and with his voice disguised like he always did, raspy and creepy. "Color me impressed lass. Not everyone could fight the way you do. While the knowledge of pressure points is pretty dispersed, the method of finding them in the middle of a fight isn't so widespread. Not bad. Now be a dear and hand over that paper. I'd like to see it. You see, those drug dealers have business with the Nightengale, and it would be a shame for them to miss such an important meeting.". Elliot said. While his tone was casual, it was not relaxed to say the slightest. This was the way Elliot always had the Nightengale come off to civilians. He was cruel, but he wasn't a madman; he was cold, but not heartless; and most importantly, he was friendly, but not to be denied of anything he asked for. His words carried weight. You obeyed when he spoke.

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"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.

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Annabeth had turned to leave the alley once more, when suddenly a dominant voice echoed through the alleyway behind her. She knew that the message was directed at her, since when she turned around to see who had challenged her it was a rather lean, muscular tall man. She automatically felt 10 times colder than before and shivered feeling her face blush a little. She watched him approach her until he was only a few feet away from her person. Annie knew who this man was, she had seen his face, or really the mask he wore when fighting crimes and causing mischief as well throughout the city on the news. He called himself The Nightengale and he was a sort of anti-hero to civilians and to criminals. The Nightengale was willing to do anything to stop the evil and help the greater good and helpless victims of the city. However, as Annie stood in front of the famous vigilante she knew why so many feared him. He stood with a demeanor that you could tell that he was here to get down to business. The Nightengale's voice also sounded like he wasn't in the mood for games, yet he knew that she was a victim and didn't want to use force to get what he had came for, yet was willing to use it if it was in order to get the information that he needed from her.

Annie took a step back and was about to run for it, when all of a sudden another masked vigilante seemed to swoop down like a hawk and snatch the drug dealing information right out of her hand. Annie gasped and stumbled backwards ending up on her bottom on the ground. She looked up and saw the masked woman disappear over the rooftops. Annie quickly looked back at the Nightengale and realized now he didn't have what he wanted and now needed to get the information out of her. Annie quickly pushed herself up and ran out of the alley away from the Nightengale calling back, "I'm sorry sir!". She ran as fast as she could and quickly ran into the next alleyway that was on the other side of the building. She didn't look back because whenever a perosn in any movies were being chased they always made the mistake of looking back and ended up tripping, bumping into the person in front of them or getting caught somehow. She quickly srcambled into a small space behind the dumpster and slowed her breathing down which had escalated again into almost a panick attack. She didn't want to get hurt or...what had happened to her the last time she was chased into an alleyway by someone who was too strong for her to fight against. She breathed in small gasps and tried to calm herself down, trying to stay quiet and hidden.

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The Nightengale walked coldly up to the little girl before him. She was by no means the type of thug that Elliot sent sprawling on a daily basis, and yet, she stood her ground. There was a fierce sort of pride in her eyes, like she wasn't going to let him scare her. She held the paper out to him, the outstretched hand giving away her only shield. "Easy now miss, I'm not going to hurt you. All I want is to know what it says on that paper. You could even keep it if you like. Just let me take a peek at it-". Elliot was cut off by the sound of wire running through a powerful winch reel. Elliot looked up, a woman with long hair swooped down from the top of a nearby building that Elliot himself had just descended from. She dropped gracefully to the ground snatched the paper from the girl's hand, and pressed a button on her belt as she began to run. A second wire pulled the woman straight into the air and over the top of the next building over. Within five seconds she had appeared, gotten what she needed, and vanished. Elliot wasn't sure if she was a hero, or a villain, but she needed pursuing.

"Shit!" Elliot swore, forgetting to disguise his voice for just a moment. His hand immediately flew to the grappling gun at his hip, but the woman was long gone. Elliot sighed, turning back to look at the little girl before him, who was so surprised that she fell over. Elliot had to stifle a chuckle. It was rather funny. He stepped forward, offering the girl his hand to help her up. That's when she decided she didn't want to be there anymore. Elliot sighed, hanging his head for a moment, looking rather comical, as if he'd just been stood up. They always run. "Just hold on a second miss, I just wanna talk to you!" Elliot called after her taking a few steps forward, his voice disguised once more. She too had rounded to corner and headed off as well, leaving Elliot completely alone. Elliot sighed. He turned to the side, there was the sound of laughing. An old beggar man was pointing at him and laughing, he had obviously seen the whole thing. "Lookie there! That big shot Nightengale just got taught a lesson! Hihihi, where's a camera when you need it, eh Borris?" There was no one else there with him. Elliot tilted his head sideways. "Say what you will old timer, but no one will believe you. After all, I'm just a passing Nightengale." Elliot pulled out his grappling gun and swung his way up to the top of the next building over. He was trying to find traces of the woman who had stolen the paper when something shining in the sun caught his eye. He walked over to it and knelt to analyze it. It was a silver bullet, and beneath it was the note with the drug dealer's meeting place and time. Elliot pocketsd both. Not only did the Nightengale get to storm a dock warehouse and thrash the trash inside, but that other woman knew as well. Perhaps there would be an opportunity to repay that silvery haired woman who had made Elliot look like a fool. Elliot smirked under the mask. The docks after dark was Elliot's new place to kick ass. He shivered with anticipation. It was gonna be fun.

Elliot walked over to the edge of the building and jumped. Halfway down, Elliot fired the gun once again, once it was securely anchored, Elliot slung himself back up into the air before landing on a fire escape. He reeled the gun once more and clambered down the rickety old escape with a few flips here and there for fun. Elliot walked down the alleyway feeling much better about himself. His chores were done and he got to go home and get dressed so he could see the one person in the city who was even close to a match for him. While others could be said to be stronger, faster, or smarter, only Luna shared his gift for sarcasm and wit. Not to mention, she was an excellent dance partner. Halfway down the alley, Elliot stopped. Muffled breathing caught his attention followed by whimpering. A hostage? A victim? Regardless, this person needed Elliot's help. He followed his ears to a dumpster up against the wall. He threw open the lid to find nothing there. Sighing, he closed the lid and walked over to the side of the dumpster and bent over to find the girl from earlier hiding in the crawl space behind the dumpster. "Ahh, here you are." Elliot said. Though his voice was disguised, he tried to sound comforting and gentle. "Relax sweetheart, I'm not going to hurt you. I found the paper, see?" Elliot said reassuringly, and flashed the little slip of white so she could see he wasn't going to interrogate or beat her. "Now why don't I help you out of there and we send you home? Sound good? After all, this isn't a nice place to be, and after dark, it's only going to get worse." Elliot offered the little one his hand, trying to be polite and gentle.

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BRRRRRIIIINNNNGGG!

The heavenly sound marked the end of another boring day at a typical public high school. Students eagerly got up and chatted their way out the door about the events of the Friday night that awaits them. Parties, sleepovers, drug dealingsā€¦

Okay, maybe the last one is not on most of teenagerā€™s lists but it is on the particular guy still sitting dazed on his desk.

ā€œRy-Ryan.ā€, the small crackly voice snapped the daydreamer out of his wake. He glanced up towards the beholder of the voice, an equally small and crackly looking kid with matted red hair, bulging brown eyes, and fidgety disposition; like a squirrel that got a hold of too much energy drinks.

ā€œUm, h-hi Mac.ā€, Ryan stood up and quickly looked around the classroom, no one was there. ā€œWhatā€™s up?ā€

The squirrel started heaving and staring intently at something on the floor. He puffed out, ā€œThe crystals.ā€ he looked up with a deranged look on his eyes, and said ā€œDo you have the crystals?ā€

The desperation in this guyā€™s voice was sad to Ryan, but it wasn't as sad as his own situation. Known as the charismatic class clown of the school, he was the nice guy that made everybodyā€™s day. Sure his grades were below average at best, but his random acts of kindness and his genuine seeming smiles made him a people favourite from day one. All the girls in the school at least once had a crush on him (though no relationships formed because of his confusing niceness to everybody but still labelled ā€˜cuteā€™) and all the guys either look up to him or try to be him. Of course, no one ever succeeded on how he emulates such a cool, mysterious aura with an outgoing, funny personality. A feat that pales in comparison in light of how he could hold such a high status; in the same school that also knows of his low one.

ā€œRyan? You mean that nice kid dealing with those druggies? Impossible!ā€ would exactly be the reactions of the teachers and students of the school if told about the dark side of the role modelā€™s dealings. Their blissful unawareness is just part of a strategic plan though. The knowledge of his secret drug exchange was solely for the schoolā€™s outcast and crack heads. With their reputation already ruined, no one would ever believe them if they piped up about the real truth about the ā€˜good guyā€™. Besides they wouldn't want to if he had the sweetest and strongest drugs that could satiate their unending hunger for the high. This was all hard work for Ryan, our mastermind, because associating publicly with this group is a big no-no for his image and meetings had to be carefully conducted with all potential prying eyes, especially security cameras, off. However, the money is worth it, with a good day of trade paying off a monthā€™s rent. A nice side job with a high price.

Ryan chuckled and carefully patted the sophomoreā€™s shoulder while making slight move to the exit. ā€œHaha, there there, easy big guy. Hit me up tomorrow and itā€™ll be ready for ya.ā€ The squirrel quickly chirped in protest. ā€œTomorrow? TOMORROW?! WHAADDYA MEAN TOMORROW?!ā€ the creepy rodent was getting more and more agitated by the moment, ā€œI WANT IT NOW!!!ā€ he roared and with that he hurled himself on Ryan. Not so fastā€¦

In a split second and a sickening crack, the flying squirrel slumped to the floor. One brat. Exterminated.

The black haired boy quickly tossed the small body on his shoulder and went to the office. He dropped it off on one of the chairs where the secretary fussed over the scene.

ā€œOhmygosh Ryan! What happened?ā€

ā€œDonā€™t worry Mrs. Reynolds. He just fainted, he should come around soon. Yā€™know Mac, heā€™s pretty prone this kind of things. But sorry I canā€™t stick around for long though, I have to pick up my little sister.ā€

ā€œOh yes yes, go on now.ā€ the plump frumpy woman still was poring over the unconscious victim, ā€œWhat a poor poor sickly boy.ā€

"What a poor poor fella indeed." Ryan smirked as he left out the door.

Two figures walked down the deserted streets of the slums. They were a rather peculiar pair, with the girl so tiny like a little white mouse and boy so tall and darkly-dressed like a big black cat. They stepped over littered waste while their shadows danced in front of the cracked pavements. They were strangely at ease at such a dangerous place. The place where all the evil and shame of the city became, this was their home.

ā€œRy-Ry,ā€the little blond girl holding onto her brotherā€™s hand had a serious tone, ā€œWhy when I look for you at night youā€™re not in your bed?ā€ Ryan almost choked in his own spit. ā€œUmā€¦ā€ he looked at her questioning red eyes. Crap crap crap. What do I say? I rob rich peopleā€™s homes, deal drugs, and run around in that cat mask you made me! What fun, isn't it exciting? No, no, no, noā€¦.that wonā€™t do. Gah...think think think!

Quickly sensing her brotherā€™s discomfort she played up the situation. ā€œOh I get it. Your sneakinā€™ out arenā€™t ya?ā€ Ryan gulped. Crap itā€™s over, she knows everything. Mila giggled in delight and squealed ā€œYou has a grrllfriend!ā€ What. What. What. He stood stunned for a second contemplating the stupidity of the possibility. How could I even..?

He stopped thinking when he saw the girl started sniffling. ā€œI thought you were always gonna be there because sometimes I get scared. I was scared sometimes ā€˜cuz I donā€™t know what happens to you. But in the morning your there so I thought it was a dream. But sometimes I thought the monsters gonna get you. Sometimes Iā€™m scared theyā€™re gonna take you away forever.ā€

Tears soon trickled down her pale face while her small frame shook against the cold wind. Her appearance was undoubtedly different from other kids her own age, or others in general. The unnatural whiteness of her skin, her red eyes, and light hair marked that she had a congenital disorder, albinism and her immensely short height, the cause of her premature birth. Looking at her reminded Ryan of her fragile and delicate state that needed much more protection than others.

It's because you have such a strong personality that sometimes I forget. Ryan walked over and hugged his little sister until the whimpering noises stopped and then carried her on his back towards the path home.

The sun was almost going down and with night fast approaching, the surroundings would be too precarious for the both of them. He soon hastened his steps when he suddenly came upon a rare scene in an alleyway. Though he could not see the tall figure's frontal side. The distinct creepy voice and mask belonged to none other than..the Nightengale?! What is he doing here? Though it was late, it was much too early for any good-doers to be roaming the area. Ryan knew that for sure.

He watched as the masked man helped up a weak-looking young woman, no doubt a damsel in distress. Che, I heard he was player. But I didn't know he picked up lasses from around these parts too. Ryan turned to leave with his sister's squirms signalling that she'll soon wake. "Curiosity killed the cat after all." and he especially didn't want to be killed any time soon.

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Elliot smiled gently underneath his mask, though the girl obviously couldn't see it, he hoped it might make him sound friendlier. However, when she opened her mouth, Elliot's grin all but vanished. "Please-" she cried, obviously upset. Something was very wrong. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself perhaps. "I don't wanna get-" She took another breath, this one was on the verge of sobbing. Was the Nightengale's mask that scary? "R-ra-ra-ra-" she breathed in slowly, unable to finish the word, but Elliot knew where it was going. He was right. She was a victim. The last vestiges of his smile disappeared entirely. "Again!" She finished, shutting her eyes tightly and covering her head with her arms, terrified. Elliot gently extended his hand, placing it gently on her shoulder, comforting.

For what was probably the first time ever, the Nightengale spoke in a gentle tone telling her to calm down and relax. He had found the paper there was no harm done. He then went on to say he was going to take her home and that she didn't want to stay there since bad people were coming out. She knew what he meant and timidly placed her hand in his outstretched, and noticeably bigger, hand and let him help her out. She stumbled and fell into the Nightengale shivering from being so cold and still a bit nervous. Elliot smiled, placing his hands under her arms and helping her to stand on her own. He smiled. "There, that wasn't so hard." He said, letting his own true voice through instead of disguising it. He hoped he wouldn't sound quite so scary. "Now, where can I take you? I'll be your escort this evening." Elliot said, his voice soothing and calm. Instead of talking, the girl pointed to a billboard. It was an adoption advertisement. This little one was an orphan, and sick to boot. She had to use an inhaler to help breathe in the cold air. That was when Elliot noticed it. though it was fall, winter's chill had come early. She was so cold. Elliot chuckled, removing his jacket as they walked, and placing it squarely on her shoulders. "It's a bit big, but it should help you stay nice and warm. Keep it." Elliot said, looping her arm through his, the pair continued walking. If not for their difference in size, posture, and outfits, the pair might have been confused as lovers. Elliot felt himself blush under his mask. She was pressed so tightly against him, as if her life depended on him. Elliot shuddered to think that it actually might.

The more they walked, the more Elliot felt his heart break. Victims like these were why Elliot became the Nightengale. By dirtying his own hands with blood, Elliot hoped that he could create a city that nurtured innocent souls like the one desperately clinging to his arm. Elliot Freling could do nothing for these people, however, at least the Nightengale could take out their trash. Finally, after a short while, they arrived that the orphanage. Elliot had to suppress a chuckle. The smaller boys were pointing at him excitedly behind the windows, pressing their faces against the glass, as if to see him better. Leaving the girl on the front step of the only orphanage in town, Elliot knelt down in front of the girl he had saved and smiled. He placed his hand on top of her head, sliding it down gently to cup her face, and for a moment, he simply looked at her. He stared deeply into her eyes. Though they were soft, victim's eyes, there was a strength there he hadn't noticed earlier. This girl might just make something of herself. Next, Elliot's hands found hers. He took them both, as a parent might for their child on the first day of school. "Thanks for walking with me." Elliot smiled. "Unfortunately this is where I have to leave you. Be good for me while, I'm gone, eh? No more scary alleys?" Elliot asked, the girl didn't speak, but she nodded vigorously. "That's my girl." Elliot said, before standing up and firing his grappling gun at the nearest building, flinging himself off into the night. He didn't realize but it was late, he needed to hurry if he wanted to get to the ball in time.

Elliot had to rush to make it, but he managed to get home, shower, shave, clean himself up, and got dressed in his nicest suit, which had been brought back from the store pressed and dry cleaned. Though it struggled for a moment, Elliot even managed to put a slight game on his hair. Though it was still long, it no longer looked as if he'd just woken up. If Elliot had to say so himself, he guessed he looked... dashing, actually. Elliot locked his apartment behind him and flew down the stairs, hero tools, suit, and a new black duster in his workout bag. Elliot slung the whole thing into his trunk and made his way to the ballroom as quickly as he could. Luckily, he was just in time to be fashionably late. Mother would be so pleased.

Elliot handed his keys to the valet, with strict instructions to park it in the ramp next to the building, not the attached parking lot. Elliot wanted to be able to jump through a window, into the lot, and leave over the top of a building at a moment's notice. After his car had been taken care of, Elliot mingled. He met with a few politicians, converse politely, and have the overall impression of being both knowledgeable and wise beyond his years. While the men enjoyed his banter, the ladies in attendance couldn't keep their eyes off of him. Who was he? Was he making jokes with the mayor? He was seen next to THE Drake Freling, head of one of the wealthier companies in Cormick. Who was he? The attention made him nervous. The feeling of being watched from all angles was particularly sickening, but Elliot persevered with dignity. After a few toasts, the commemoration of some event, and the invitation by the hosts to enjoy themselves, Elliot found himself incredibly bored. While the other guests were all conversing, Elliot was sulking by the lunch bowl. He was trying to get the boy serving it to let him spike the bowl when Elliot head something scary than explosions, gunfire, and a mob boss's screaming granddaughter combined. It was the sound of stiletto heels followed by his name. "Shit..." Elliot muttered under his breath. "Elliot Freling you come here right this moment!" The party seemed to pause, all eyes turning towards the black haired woman in an equally exquisite black dress. The horror currently approaching Elliot, was his mother, Annabeth Freling. The most terrifying woman Elliot had ever met. "Elliot come over and greet your mother!" It all made sense now. That boy was Elliot Freling, the son of Drake and Annabeth Freling. His connections explained, Elliot's painstakingly crafted reputation was in tatters. the party continued as if nothing had happened, and the general noise of chatter and music once again filled the hall. "I've been looking for you since the ball began. Now don't tell me you've been here this whole time? I thought you were going to come incredibly late and make a spectacular entrance! I guess the nuances of high-class parties are lost on you." Elliot's mother lectured. "I digress, since you're here, I need you to dance with me. Your father is busy chatting with other businessmen and won't dance with me." Elliot shuddered. "We'll, if you won't dance with me, at least go dance with the Hunter's daughter". Mrs. Freling commanded. "The two of you will look lovely together and then I can convince your father to join me." Elliot sighed, "Yes mother." Elliot said plainly, as if his soul had left his body.

Elliot scanned the party until he found her. A bright red dress was hardly subtle, but that was never the way Luna did things. Elliot smiled. She did look very nice. Elliot walked up to her, gently taking her hand within his own. "May I have this dance?" Elliot asked, much to the excitement of the girls around her. The two walked to the edge of the dance floor and began to waltz, keeping themselves in time with the beat of the music. "Sorry about that." Elliot apologized. "You know how mother gets..." Elliot sighed. "On the other hand, you do look very nice tonight. I couldn't want for a better partner either." Elliot said, leading Luna into a spin that she executed effortlessly. The music began to speed up. No one else was dancing now, it was just Elliot and Luna. The party had stopped to watch them. The two danced together as if they had been all their life. Elliot led Luna through graceful spins, leaps, and slides, showing her off to the room as if she were a princess, and in turn, she made his job easy. She was, Elliot had to admit, an excellent dancer. The two spun together, faster and faster with the beat of the music, which climbed higher and higher into a multitudinous crescendo before stopping suddenly, the dancers quitting just as abruptly, perfectly in time with the music. When Elliot's senses returned to him, he noticed he was only inches away from Luna. They were standing perfectly together in the finishing position of the dance. Elliot stared into her eyes and, smiling, broke contact. All was silent. Then, Elliot broke their position, and held Luna's hand high in the air. The hall erupted into roaring applause, thunderous was the sound of their approval. Elliot smiled, letting go of Luna's hand, and gestured as one might to let her take the first bow. She curtsied politely, turning to Elliot, who bowed at her signal. Elliot smiled, however, he felt his stomach drop as be noticed the time. It was already ten, the old clock tower began to ring. Elliot turned to Luna and excused himself. "Time to go. It seems I'll turn into a pumpkin if I stay any longer." He chuckled. "That was most enjoyable. Thank you for being such a wonderful partner." Elliot called after her as he rushed to the men's restroom. Once inside, Elliot jumped through the window and flew through the air, landing on the parking ramp next to his car. "How convenient," Elliot chuckled.

The clock had not even finished chiming by the time Elliot was gone, and the Nightengale was out to play. He slung himself up to the rooftops, and ran over his shingles path, swinging on his grappling gun whenever necessary. However, just as Elliot was closing on the warehouse at the docks, he stopped. He was being followed. Elliot's hands flew to his knives, and he turned around ready to fight, only, it wasn't a hired thug. Elliot was being followed by that silver haired girl who took his paper earlier. He sighed, putting the knives away and disguising his voice. "Ahh, I remember you. Stealing isn't very nice you know. I've tied grown men to light posts for less. I suppose you're heading to the after party at the docks as well. Do what you can, but stay out of my way." Elliot finished, tilting his head sideways. "If you keep me from doing my duty, I'll kill you myself. Got it? For now, just keep up." Elliot finished, and took off running once again with a swish of his long coat. After a while, Elliot stopped once more. He held out his hand, arm at a right angle from his shoulder, closed fist. A signal to stop. Elliot pointed. "Guns on the rooftops. Our friends are learning. Having those eyes poked out could serve quite nicely. We'll take it in equal parts. You use that thing on your back to get rid of the not-so-friendlies up here, and I'll do what I do best in the darkness down there. Though I'm sure this goes without saying, stay hidden. Muzzle flash at night is a great way to get yourself killed." Elliot said. Though he didn't want to sound like he was barking orders, there was no time to take his new friend out to dinner first. "I suppose the enemy of my enemy is my friend. I'm the Nightengale. See you on the flip side." Elliot mock saluted before jumping from the roof. Halfway down, Elliot fired his grappling gun, swinging down behind a large stack of boxes. Safely on the ground, Elliot drew up a plan, quite a simple one really. All he had to do was keep to the shadows, use smoke when necessary, and be just sloppy enough to keep the eyes up top trying to find you. It'll keep them off his gunnie while she targets the rooftop snipers. Just in case, Elliot pulled out a single remote control EMP charge and slapped in on the side of a nearby box. If Elliot clicked the button on his belt, the electrical systems for a mile around it would short, giving Elliot precious darkness, should the need arise.

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Annie held onto the vigilante and shivered as she felt like he was a bit too mysterious for her. She felt something on her shoulders and looked down and saw his jacket around her body. She felt the warmth that the coat contained from being on his person and it felt nice and cozy. It was rather large on her small person as he had stated to her calmly, but it did its job of keeping he warm just fine.

She slowly started to stop shivering and felt more comfortable as he escorted her back to her home. Annie glanced a few times up at the man, then quickly away blushing. She wanted to know why his voice sounded so deep and raspy at times. She thought that it seemed odd for a man to have a voice like that all the time as their natural sounding voice. She didnt want to ask and knew he say something like it was natural.

As they neared her home, or what she called home she felt tired and knew tht she would definitely need some rest before she went out to the deal going down at the bay at midnight. She yawned and felt lucky that she ha let him escort her home, since the sun was nearly down and the streets were dark now. Annie saw some of the younger boys and girls in the windows watching the orphan and hero approach the stairs as if they knew each other. She giggled quietly and blushed as they pressed themselves on the glass.

Annie took a step onto the stoop of the orphanage and she turned around to see the Nightengale kneeling before her and gently carressing her face. She blushed and smiled shyly as she looked at the eyes of the mask, wishing to look into his real eyes, wondering what color they really were. Annie then felt her hands in his and held them back lightly. He told her to be careful and be good for me, to stay away from the alleys and that he had to go now. Annie simply nodded at all his requests and he said, "thats my girl." suddenly he shot a grapling gun and attached it to a building stood and shot off and disappeared over a building. Annie watched him till he was out of sight and she smiled giggling as she went inside the orphanage.

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later that night, annie awoken from a long nap and rushed to get into her hero dress. Se pulled out of the pocket of her coat a red and black masquerade mask and tied it around her head and onto her face. She crawled out if the window and onto the fire escape. She touched the side of the dress and made sure that she had he inhaler in it and felt it in the pocket. She continued to run through the streets and she hitched a ride on the backs of some cars and within a few minutes, she arrived at the docks, on the back of a UPS truck. Jumping off it she ran to a pile of crates that were against the side of a building. She quickly jumped on them and lifted herself up and onto the top of the warehouse and hid behind a a big AC unit. She peeked out from behind it and noticed a man with a rifle in his hands pacing the roof as a sort of look out.

Annabeth sighed and reached into her pocket for her inhaler and took a small dosage quickly. She looked around the other roofs of the other buildings. However when she looked over at one rather far away from her, she noticed that there was a black figure that was different looking from the guards...Annie wondered if it could be...no she shook her head and looked back at the guard on the roof with her. She quickly went on the ground and found a small pebble and tossed it lightly to her left. The man lifted his head up and walked over holding the gun more firmly. She crouched down and waited for his back to be to her. When he walked by her and didnt noticed her she pounced and pinched hard on a vein in his neck holding her hand over his mouth. She couldnt hold the man up so he sorta just fell out of her hands and onto the roof. Annie sighed panting and took his gun and find it behind the AC unit. Across the way She saw the Nightengale, she was sure it was him, swoop down and into the darkness below in a loading dock. She then saw the silver lady who'd stolen the paper from before get into a position on the roof to attack the snipers. Annie didnt have any grapling hooks and the sniper in her area was taken care of, so she slowly jumped back down and into the pile of crates and boxes. She was behind the warehouse now and saw a man coming her way. She became silent and still and as he walked past she pounced again on him and held her hand over his mouth. Unfortunately he was much larger and stronger...mustve been why he had not had a gun with him. Instead he had a knife and he swung the knife at her. She glared at him and he punched her arm rather hard making her yelp softly. The man yelled once saying, "Guards!" then Annie managed to pinch the vein and instantly knocked him out then took the knife and slit the throat letting him bleed out. She hard someone running towards her and she ran into a warehouse.Ā 

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Silver grumbled to herself as she readied her rifle. The silencer was already in place and the gun was loaded.
Stay out of my way, your only a girl, stay in the background and out of the way. Luna had heard those things so many times while she was in the army but all of that changed on her first mission. There was a reason her nickname was Monster. She counted about 20 rifle men, 5 on the east bound, 6 on the north, 5 west and 4 northeast and with ease shot each one of them down. Luna had always been fast on the trigger and always hit her target.
Two minutes later there was now 0 riflemen atop the roofs.
It was almost completely silent until Silver heard the muffled cry of a guard. It seemed 3 guards close by had noticed to. And were closing in fast. She saw a shadow run into the warehouse, the men following behind it.
'Idiot' Silver thought as she used her grappling hook and swooped down in front of the men, blocking their way. Before they could get a word out Silver cut one's throat, electrocuted another with her tazer glove and now had the throat of another tide tight with wire. She placed her tazer gloved hand on the wire and the electricity traveled through the wire and into the man. Mostly likely frying him from the inside out like his buddy. She then slit the two other guards throats and with some difficulty moved their bodies behind a dumpster and placing garbage bags over top of them. Silver then slid into the shadow's, maneuvering around boxes and other garbage until she was standing 2 feet away from the Nightengale.
"Dont freak out its just a short term partner in crime" she whispered so only he could here. Incase he reacted the wrong way Silver held up her knife so if he was to turn around it would be at his throat.

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Cap turned when he heard the shout. Crouching in cover behind some shipping containers, his shield in his hand the call for guards rang out and was quickly silenced. Cut short by, no doubt, Nightengale or perhaps his sniper friend posted outside. Before he could consider the possibilities further a door in the back of the warehouse was thrown open and in ran a young woman. Tiny, no, petite would be a great way to describe her. Her frame seemed fragile and delicate like a frozen lily. She ran with shining blonde hair cascading behind her in her sprint. He thin, short frame was draped in what looked like a warrior angels armor. A new hero if Cap had to put money on it. A new hero running for her life as five men chased after her, their boots stamping out like a heard of angry buffalo.

The girl was racing right towards him but she hadn't spotted him yet, neither had the guards but that wouldn't last long regardless. John never did favor stealth missions.

"So much for the covert portion of this op."

Cap said aloud, more to himself than anyone else as he got to his feet and raced towards her. He prayed he'd be able to get to her before she was tagged by an enemy round. They hadn't started shooting yet which was a miracle. These sorts normally weren't the type to pick their shots. From Johns experience these thugs in the city were worse than the insurgents he fought overseas when it came to weapons training. They often just sprayed the general area and hoped they hit something. More often what they ended up doing was wasting ammo and giving away their position.

The Captain had his shield up in a defensive charge as he rushed the group coming towards him. They spotted him now and changed targets from the girl running from them, and to the star spangled man coming right at them.

"Oh shit! That's The Captain! Take him down!"

They opened fire and the rounds pinged harmlessly off Cap's shield as he closed the distance quickly. He wanted to draw his gun, he wanted to return fire but he couldn't risk the girl getting clipped in the exchange. He had to get to her, he had to reach her. Once she was safe he could concentrate on taking down the thugs.

The Captain and the mystery girl, dressed like an angel reached each other and Cap skidded to a stop behind her, standing protectively between her and the goons charging them.

"Stay behind me!"

The Captain said boldly as he drew his Colt 1911 and took aim. Now with his shield and his own body providing cover for the young girl he could deal with these thugs. The rounds were still coming, bouncing off his shield. Perhaps it was nerves or perhaps their aim was really just this bad but the only thing they managed to hit was the floor and the shield. Cap on the other hand was a much better shot. Years of training and fighting in some of the worst conditions known to man had taught him two things, pick your shots and make each round count.

John squeezed the trigger, popping off three shots. With each round that left the chamber a body dropped. Each slug caught it's intended target right in heart. Perfect shots. The remaining two guards stopped firing and exchanged nervous glances before looking back at the man in red, white and blue before them.

Cap cracked a half smile, a knowing smile as if to tell them he knew what was going through their mind at that very moment.

"There's only one way out of this gentlemen..."

The two men stared at The Captain wide eyed for a moment, obviously unsure of whether to accept the man's offer of their surrender, make a run for it or fight. They chose the latter. Raising their guns for one final, hail Mary attempt they both were dropped before bringing their weapons to bear. They both received two rounds in their chests for their trouble and dropped to the ground dead.

"That wasn't it."

Cap said grimly, sincerely wishing they hand't made him shoot them. Despite being a soldier, despite fighting for all those years John Clarke was not a killer. He didn't like killing, it was not something he had ever wanted to do. Yet, unfortunately it was something he had been forced to do time and time again in the line of duty. Now as then John was forced to take a life when he had no other alternative but he never took killing lightly. As far as he was concerned the minute taking someones life was easy, you needed to find a different profession.

Holstering his gun The Captain turned around to the young woman behind him and was now fully aware of just how small she was. Probably not even five feet tall and couldn't even weigh a hundred pounds she was dwarfed by Johns own hulking frame in comparison. John gave her a warm smile and a nod.

"Are you alright miss?"

He asked in concern.

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Lilith crouched down on a rooftop near the meeting place of the drug deal. No one had arrived yet, as the sky had just started to dim, signaling the coming night. Making sure she wasn't seen, she stood up and gazed at the intended meeting spot. From her vantage point, she could see the entire place in front of her, and a couple warehouses. She could tell where safe spots were immediately, in case this got ugly and needed cover from bullets. She quickly mapped out possibly escape routes in her mind, in case she needed a quick getaway.

She checked the small digital watch on her wrist. The deal wouldn't be happening for a couple hours. For now she had time to kill. She familiarized herself with the location further, which took about a half hour. After that, she settled down against a natal column on the rooftop, leaning against it and closing her eyes. Resting would be a smart thing to do for the oncoming scrimmage. She drifted off to sleep -- if that's what you could call it. She would still be on alert, and even the slightest sound could awaken her.

She woke up to the sound of faint voices. By now it was twilight, the sky a mix of colors. Immediately she crouched low and looked over the side of the building. There were men with long black bags being stationed on the surrounding roofs. One such sniper was using the fire escape to climb onto the roof she was on. With her agile reflexes, she ran to the other side of the building and jumped, landing on the adjacent roof. She landed with a roll to cushion the impact. She quickly hid behind a generator. She watched as the sniper carefully took out his gun and assembled it, each piece being attached one by one. Staying in the shadows, she clambered over the gap between the two buildings. It was fortunate the rifleman didn't notice. He was humming a tune as he worked, checking the scope to see if it was functioning.

Shade snuck behind him, her footsteps muffled. Her hands went straight to his head, one gently clasped under his chin, and the other on the tip of his head. By the time he noticed her touch, it was too late. With a quick jerking motion, she twisted his head and broke his neck. She let his body fall with a dull thud. Her eyes scanned for more snipers, and counted 25. She let out a quiet whistle. That was quite a heavy set of firepower for something like a drug deal. She killed four more snipers who she saw as a threat. She would've killed them all, though it doing so would have expended too much energy.

As the fifth sniper fell lifeless to the ground, she heard more voices. Was the deal about to begin? Looking down, she saw two people with masks. One had dark hair and was obviously a male, while the other had long flowing silver hair. For a moment, she wondered how the young woman's hair came to be that color, but quickly dismissed it as another more important thought came to mind. They were heroes. Despite herself, a smile spread on her face. This night was going to be interesting.

She saw a well muscled man run into a warehouse, and soon after that, a young woman with a small stature chased in by guards. In no time, the snipers on the roof were taken care of by the silver haired lady. So many heroes in one place, it was simply outstanding. Was there ever a better time to take them out?

Shade stayed on the roof, sitting cross legged on the rim of the building. From there, she had an unobstructed view of the events that were about to unfold. For now she would wait, either for a perfect moment to catch one of them unawares, or one to come to her. She knew it was crazy to take them on all at one. She might be able to beat two, but anymore than that would be suicide. She wasn't worried at all though, she had many, many tricks up her sleeve.

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Character Portrait: Luna Hunter 'Silver Assassin' Character Portrait: Lilith Hale "Shade" Character Portrait: Elliot Freling "The Nightengale" Character Portrait: Annabeth Collins Character Portrait: John Clarke "The Captain" Character Portrait: Death Sigil
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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.

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ā™¦ Razor Blade ā™¦

Darknessā€¦ Silenceā€¦ Our Heroesā€¦
One of these donā€™t seem to belongā€¦
So which will go first?


ā€œHmmmā€¦ā€ The silent song ended in a slow hum as Everett walked up the stairs to Chrisā€™s apartment building entrance. But the image that was plastered in Everettā€™s mind was that off the odd man that had stalked past him in the alleyways. He seemed rather out of placeā€¦

The sound of a snore made Everett suddenly realized where he was. His golden stare darted around the lobby. Thank God it was empty, well except for the sleeping man behind the desk. It dawned on Everett that he was wearing his Razor Blade outfit still. His eyes widened and he darted up the stairs to Chrisā€™s apartment. He unlocked it with his key. (Thatā€™s right. Heā€™s got one.) As soon as he entered, he got right to work.

Analyzing the bad bump on Chrisā€™s head and the groan she man every time she swayed, it seemed she might have a concussion. Everett grabbed some ice, put it into a plastic bag, covered it in paper towels, and rested Chrisā€™s head on it; the ice would reduce the swelling. He sighed and sat next to her, listening to music, waiting for her to wake up.

After about a decent two hours, a loud moan could be heard, resounding throughout the apartment. ā€œOh Evā€¦ what happened?ā€ She muttered sitting up, and immediately wincing.

ā€œEasy now.ā€ Everett was on his feet in a split second. ā€œYou hit your head pretty hard. It looks like a concussion. And not a very good one at that.ā€ Everett told her solemnly.

Chris could only sigh. She loathed the thought of having to go to the hospital. ā€œIā€™m just glad you took me hereā€¦ā€ She muttered.

Everett could only nod. His eyes then narrowed. ā€œWhat where you doing downtown anyway? You could have been killed. You were lucky I just happened to be there.ā€ His voice was quite stern; something very uncommon for him.

Chris looked up at him with big, brown puppy-dog eyes. Everettā€™s hard gaze was unrelenting. ā€œI-I was g-going to tell you, Ev, honest! I justā€¦ didnā€™t want you to get hurt.ā€ She stumbled over her words slightly, and lowered her light of sight to the ground. Everett raised an eyebrow. ā€œThereā€™s a huge drug deal going on tonight. Thatā€™s what I was investigating. I-I justā€¦ couldnā€™t help myself.ā€

Everettā€™s gaze softened and he smiled. ā€œYou didnā€™t have to keep it a secret, Chris. You can tell me anything.ā€ He grinned and sat down.

ā€œSo youā€™re not going?ā€ She asked hopefully.

ā€œHell ya Iā€™m going. Why wouldnā€™t I?ā€ Everett answered in a tone that made it sound like the answer was obvious.

ā€œNo Everett! Please donā€™t!ā€ Chris cried, lurching forwards and wrapping her arms around Everettā€™s neck.

ā€œI have to Chrisā€¦ā€ He muttered, an apologetic look in his eyes.

ā€œPlease Everett! Y-you canā€™t do this, not to me! Please!ā€ She begged. Everettā€™s eyes widened. He wondered what a third party would think if they heard what Chris was sayingā€¦

ā€œI told you, I have to! I donā€™t mean to sound clichĆ©, but itā€™s my duty Chris. Iā€™m sorry.ā€ His hand slid upwards and he caressed her face softly. She leaned her cheek into his palm and sighed.

ā€œJustā€¦ promise me youā€™ll come back?ā€ He eyes showed true concern.

Everett smiled. ā€œRazor Blade doesnā€™t make promises.ā€ With that, he kissed her forehead and simply marched out of the apartment without saying another word.

After throwing some clothes over his newly-washed Razor Blade suit, he marched down to a little place called ā€˜Kevinā€™s Repairsā€™. Everett sauntered in, hands in his pockets, with a lazy look on his face. ā€œYo, Kev! You in here?!ā€ He shouted, and a gruff response could be heard.

ā€œIā€™m over here!ā€

Everett jogged into the garage, and before him was a sight that made a giant grin spread across his face. ā€œSo, whadaya think?ā€ Kevin asked, gesturing to Everettā€™snewly repaired motorcycle.

ā€œThanks Kev! Wow, I donā€™t know what to say!ā€ Everett was surprised at how good it looked, his last wreck had been a pretty bad one.

ā€œHow about, ā€˜Hereā€™s your pay.ā€™ā€ Kevin smiled.

ā€œSure.ā€ With an irremovable grin, Everett paid the man in cold, hard cash, slipping him an extra 100. ā€œKeep the change Kev. If you donā€™t mind, Iā€™ll be off. Thanks for everything.ā€ With a curl nod, Everett hopped on the bike, slapped on a solid black helmet, and revved off as soon as Kevin managed to open the door.

In a few minutes, Everett was near the docks. About two blocks away, he parked the bike in an alley, hiding it behind a dumpster. He never knows when he might need to make a quick getaway. Shedding his cover-clothes, he restocked all of his weapons to make sure he had everything he needed. He had even brought along his little invention. It was simple, really, and called ā€˜The Wolverineā€™ after the famous comic-book hero. Everett would slip it over his wrists, and if he clenched his fists tightly, blades would pop out of the front, looking as if they were coming from his knuckles. It was a simple design, all he really needed was some scrap metal, six springs and six knives; three for each hand. He attached them to his waist for now; he would only use them as a last resort. They were a lot more fragile than Everett wanted them to be, but they were both just prototypes. Hopefully they would get the job done.

Razor Blade skirted around the edges of the warehouse, taking a short recon. It was them something- someone- soared above his head and landed on the roof of another building. So Iā€™m not aloneā€¦

From what Everett could hear, there was a bit off commotion inside. But Everett was going to keep up the silent tactic and search for the main boss of the organization, once he found him; he would beat the crap out of him and probably kill him in the process.

After creeping around for a bit more, Everett decided to enter through a high placed window. The walls of the warehouse wouldnā€™t be too hard to climb. Everett came prepared. Kicking the sides of his feet, a blade popped out of each of the front of his shoes. Grabbing two more blades, Everett ran at the wall, and leapt onto it, the blades piercing the metal and allowing Everett to stay up. With a solid thirty more seconds of climbing, Everett made his way to the window, though his way may not have been the most silentā€¦

Once he got it open, he slipped in silently, his dark outfit blending in with the shadows. He landed on what seemed to be a suspended catwalk which hung above the main area in the warehouse. Or course some people had come to investigate what the sounds were; but they found nothing besides some holes in the wall. Everett slunk across the catwalk, his footsteps silent as he searched for where Mr. Big Boss may be located.


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Character Portrait: Luna Hunter 'Silver Assassin' Character Portrait: Lilith Hale "Shade" Character Portrait: Isaiah Jones "Slugger" Character Portrait: Annabeth Collins Character Portrait: John Clarke "The Captain" Character Portrait: Death Sigil
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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.

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#, as written by Deallo
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-"

BrrrringBrrrrrringBrrrrring!

"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.

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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.

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Before the young woman could answer the two heroes were bathed in darkness as the power to the warehouse was cut. Cap instinctively turned around, scanning the darkness with eyes not yet adjusted to the absence of light. This wasn't good, whoever had killed the lights obviously was attempting to use the darkness to mask their movements. Night fighting was dangerous in the best of times but with so many highly trained individuals running around it was a recipe for disaster. He stepped closer to the young woman protectively, one hand on her shoulder.

"Stay close to me."

He warned as he tensed his jaw, waiting impatiently for his eyes to adjust to the darkness. Then the familiar bangs of grenades. The sound and resulting boom's didn't not have the crack that fragmentation grenades did nor the screams of wounded men that always accompanied it. The hissing he heard in the distance tipped the expierenced military man of their nature. "Smoke grenades... interesting" John thought to himself, wondering of the tactical significance of using smoke grenades in an already visually obscured battleground. Smoke grenades typically were used to mask movement through enemy territory or as signal flares when coupled with brightly colored dyes. In an urban setting like this they would serve well to mask someone's movements through enemy ranks but when they were already stumbling around in the darkness the only benefit they would be would be is the irratation they caused to the throat and eyes.

Before The Captain could consider this any further his patience was rewarded and then immediately betrayed. He had wanted light and he got it in the form of wild flame. Someone had tossed lit gasoline into the warehouse followed by a molotov cocktail.

"We have to move, now!"

Cap shouted as the warehouse became even more chaotic. He ushered the woman along with him, all the while using his own body and shield as a protective barrier from any of the dangers in the darkness and flame. The two raced out of the warehouse but were quickly halted as Cap skidded to a stop. He felt a sudden gust of wind and could've sworn someone had touched him. With a clenched fist ready to defend the girl with his life he scanned the maddeneing darkness for the unseen presence. What he found was the silver haired sniper that was supposed to be posted outside. She snatched one of the grenades off his belt and hurled it without pulling the pin. Cap was about to inform her that the grenade pin would need to be pulled before it could be detonated. As if to answer for her the grenade promptly exploded in the speed boat that it landed in. John stared in shock for a moment before reaching down to his belt. That's what he had felt! The bastard had pulled the pin off his grenade. They couldve both died right there.

"Well if that wasnt movie worthy I dont know what is"

The sniper giggled before racing off back into the warehouse. Cap stared after her in awe before voicing his thoughts.

"That woman just saved both of our lives, I'm going to have to shake her hand when this is done."

He spoke proudly with respect and gratitude in his voice. With that Cap turned to the young woman and gave her a firm nod.

"Let's get out of this building before it comes down."

That said Cap lead the young woman safely out of the burning warehouse and out into the night air. Clear of the hazordous smoke and fire Cap happened to catch the makings of a fight on the opposing rooftop. From this distance he was having trouble making out both combatants but one he was deffinately able to identify.

"Nightengale..."

Never taken his eyes off his fellow hero Cap spoke to the young woman beside him.

"You going to be ok here miss? I'm not too keen on letting good men fight alone."

Cap said daringly, ready to take off and ascend the building to help the shadowy vigilante.

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Character Portrait: Luna Hunter 'Silver Assassin' Character Portrait: Lilith Hale "Shade" Character Portrait: Everett Rudolph "Razor Blade" Character Portrait: Elliot Freling "The Nightengale" Character Portrait: Isaiah Jones "Slugger" Character Portrait: Annabeth Collins
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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..."

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Minus the last few warehouse goons it seemed that everyone had fled the flames. Maestro continued to fight alongside it, throwing knives and using his red cane. One man shot at him from afar but the oncoming and increasingly growing flame wall, as well as the battle sounds all around, threw him off a bit. Maestro retrieved a knife from his pocket and threw it, landing in the gunner's eye socket. Ha! I know how that feels! Perfect shot! The villain let out a laugh as the man fell dead to the ground, then turned to see another coming at him from the side. This man must've thought he'd take him by surprise because he ran alongside the flames as well with a large ax in hand. The suited villain thwacked him in the cheek with the end of his blazing cane, singeing the flesh and having the man stumble. Half the goon's arm stumbled into the flames and caught a few embers, the man reacted but only too slow because Maestro's swift kick behind his knees and a well placed swing to the back sent him into the inferno. The villain was rewarded with agonizing screams that kept that devilish smile on his mostly-masked face.

Maestro sped ahead to the exit - being that there was no more fun to be had beside the fire - and peered at the hero versus villain stand off going on atop another building. He began to hurry toward it when he saw a small scene of defeated goons in front of him and a small uniformed girl beside the wall of the building. She seemed to be more focused on the battle overhead. Lovely. The tall top hatted villain lit the other cocktail in his hand with the flaming cane in his other calling out, "Hello my pretty!" with the sinister smile placed well upon his face he lobbed the cocktail - ready to burst with flames upon impact - at the small heroine, letting out his evil laugh for good measure. With that cocktail now out of his hands he drew a knife and readied for battle. "It seems there's plenty fun going on up there already. Let's have a little fun of our own, shall we?"