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Shadow Isle Federal Penitentiary. Built upon an island off the coast of New York City, it had been created to house the extremely dangerous criminals, insane lunatics and genetically-enhanced mutants that had been unlucky enough to be captured by their Government. This prison was created as an answer to the US’ criminal problems, and was highly regarded as the safest and highly-protected prison in the entire world.

But nothing is safe for ever.

In the dead of the night Police helicopters and speedboats rapidly approached the Shadow Isle, cloaked in midnight darkness. The helicopter searchlights led the way towards the Penitentiary, where smoke rose into the sky from multiple places. The Police were closely flanked by multiple media helicopters owned by different news stations, who were eager to get their hands on a nice, juicy story to fill the ears of their beloved audience with..

But the Police Boats and Helicopters were only carrying the reinforcements, as already on the beach and landing pads were multiple S.W.AT. Teams and American Special Forces units, who were talking to their superiors and team leaders through different radio channels, barking orders at one another and trying to organize a plan while the whole Island went to hell.

The entire Island had erupted into uncontrollable chaos. Fire raged from every window, screams, shouts and laughter burst from every open orifice and multiple explosions had been set off throughout the night. Prisoners had escaped through breaches in the walls and attacked the police officers down on at the beach, causing more injuries to the attacking force. From what the media helicopters can gather from their position, a fair number of inmates, police officers and prison guards had already been killed by multiple things, but all of them killed maliciously and with a clear, cold-blooded intent.

The media helicopters, not wanting to give up despite the obvious danger below them, circled around the Island once more, showing better, more convincing angles with their cameras for the viewers watching at home, who were watching with anxiety and bated breath. This horrific event had caught the eye of the whole nation, and no-one knew what they could do to help. The cameras also show the extensive damage caused by the prisoners and, perhaps, the men or man that had broken into the prison. There are multiple broken walls and windows on the ground floor, as well as more on each floor, as well as lots of fallen debris and wiring coming out of gaping holes.

The whole of Shadow Isle is wrecked, dangerous and too risky to survey.

Back in the air, one media helicopter, hoping for a brilliant picture for their viewers at home, dropped its altitude and hovered too far down into one of the courtyards of the prison, and soon caught the eye of the inmates. The helicopter was then assaulted with bricks, bottles and broken glass, whatever the criminals can get their hands on basically, in an attempt to bring down the helicopter and cause more chaos. The pilot of the vehicle struggled to maintain control of his bird, and the helicopter began to lose altitude and crash towards the ground. The camera team, some of whom had already been seriously injured by the debris thrown at them, threw themselves from the vehicle as crashed down into the shallow water near the beach, most of the being killed from the impact, their bodies strewn around the wreckage in a horrific manner.

Police scrambled to the scene, hoping to rescue the men from the wreckage and the news reporter that was in there as well, but were unable to do so once the wreckage caught fire, leaving the squad of officers to back away as it erupted into flames. The other media helicopters, seeing this disastrous event, began to pull out from the scene, and began to simply commentate on what was happening from a safe distance.

On a particular helicopter that was heading to the one of the prison’s few free landing pads was Commissioner Alan Norman, the Chief of Police at the NYPD. The man was desperately communicating with various S.W.A.T. and Special Forces team leaders to try and maintain a calm situation and transmit orders to them, although some of his orders seemed to be lost in translation and forgotten over the loud explosions and shouting.

A perimeter was already set up around the prison on multiple floors, with S.W.A.T. teams ready to breach the doors and enter the buildings in an attempt to save injured inmates and contain the uncontrollable and mutated ones. Norman stepped off the helicopter in a rush, his trench-coat blowing in the breeze and the wind caused by the helicopter’s rotor blades, and looked around the scene. The reinforcement helicopters he had brought with him were now in position, and with his word, began to rappel more Special Forces teams into the prison, whilst S.W.A.T. burst through the doors and began to clear the buildings room by room.

This was a defining moment in America’s history for years to come, the moment where the world first saw those that would become…
The Atlas Society.

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A flash of white across the water, traveling at a superhuman rate, created ripples and splashes as it glided through the night. Blue wisps of light exuded from all around it as the media helicopters and police boats tried their hardest to capture a good glimpse of it, shining their flashlights and searchlights in its direction, but it was just too fast. It reached the shoreline of Shadow Island and bolted into the prison at superhuman speed, rushing through the space made by a broken wall, arriving into a courtyard.

The flash of white then began to slow, and stopped behind a group of inmates as they attacked and beat down a pair of wounded security guards. The flash slowly then began to disable the inmates, dropping them on their backs with precision speed, sweeping their legs and throwing them to the ground. And before any of them could realize what is going on and what was happening to them, they were all lying down on their backs, exhausted and hurt.

The flash then slowed down to a halt, beginning to take a humanoid shape. Its features slowly returned, revealing blonde hair with black roots, oceanic blue eyes and a trimmed black beard. One by one, its features slowly returned and it finally revealed itself to the criminals as Mach, the super-speed powered superhero.

He chuckled to himself and proceeded to walk around the pile he had left the group of downed thugs in once more, dropping the ones that tried to get back to their feet and watching the others writhe in pain and frustration. He then took a few steps back and let a singular thug to get back to his feet, before speeding towards him with quick acceleration, and performed a perfectly-timed karate kick to the thug’s face, screaming ‘WATCHAA!’ like Bruce Lee as he knocked the criminal out cold and landed on his feet after a few unbalanced steps. Mach then turned around to look at the beatdown he had just delivered, before chuckling to himself and dusting his hands off in a cocky and sarcastic manner.

Mach then proceeded to look around the carnage that has been caused by the escaped criminals. He had no idea that things in New York had gotten this bad. Sure, these were the ones that were stupid and foolish enough to get themselves caught, but now he knew that the ones that had somehow escaped from Shadow Isle were on the loose in the downtown of New York, and were now burdened with the knowledge and experience that they gained after they were arrested the first time. Mach then sped up a flight of metal stairs as he headed into one of the prison wings, before he looked around the area with shock and awe.

Bodies of dead and unconscious security guards and inmates littered the floor, killed in various and downright disgusting ways. Some had been stabbed, shot and strangled, but some others had been killed in ‘different’ ways, ways that were caused by someone with the powers that a normal criminal would love to have.

Mach took a few steps back, and then set off into a sprint around the corner, the blue wisps returning as he began to accelerate in speed. He had no idea what had caused this disaster, but he was definitely willing to find out what had.

Before anything was going wrong at the penitentiary, Veil had worked her magic once again and was having a nice texting conversation with an inmate known as "O". He was an old man with a jolly spirit. His power was something that made him dangerous but also allowed him to save lives. Sadly though he had a history prior to gaining his powers. He was the Right Hand in one of the largest Biker gangs in America. He had retired before the abilities manifested but due to his excitement as well as inexperience with the ability led him accidentally yet severely injure a group of men that were trying to make a name for themselves. Sadly two of them died and when it was discovered that he had an ability as well as prior convictions they didn't ask any questions and sent him to the prison.

He had little to work due to his prestigious position, his bear like size and strength, as well as his ability. Prisoners and Guards gave showed him respect and those that didn't wound up in the prison hospital on the verge of death, but due to his new found control none have yet to die.

Veil had broken into the Prison's mainframe and started to make it yet another home for her codes. She had always been fascinated by others like her. Her power was almost a personification of her life. She hacked further and deeper until she had access to all the security cameras and prison doors She could easily let them or make sure they stayed in forever, but before she decided to do such a thing she began reading up on every prisoner tht was being held ,as well digging into all their pasts, at the same time. She started making a check list of those she found interesting and those she didn't. She didn't like those tht hurt people for fun and it was during this search that she found "O". A 54 year old man. Divorced twice with five kids total ranging from 21 -30. None apparently showed signs of abilities. His ability was that of manipulating Air itself.

It was minutes before everything went to hell. O was telling Veil about his amateur surfing career when one of Veil's Security AIs notified her that there was an anomaly and a few cameras had been tampered with.

"O, " Veil interrupted. "Is there anything going on there, I being told that cameras are starting to go down in certain areas. Is there anything that's off?"

"Well now that you mention it. The guard shifts are a little awkward tonight. They seem to be running behind schedule or something."

"O, I have to look things up real quick." Veil stated as her AI's sent shortcuts to the camera feeds of where past schedules had changed. Her AI's did good work. She was rather pleased with her creations she usually typed for aesthetic reasons but since he ws in a hurry she simply focused on the three custom made laptops in front of her and entered her commands mentally and all three were running at top speeds where even some of the best hackers would have trouble following. "O you need to get o-," she started to explain, just as the explosion occurred. She was surprised but not initially worried about O's safety because her brain told her he was not near the explosion and the fact that the phone was still on, meant he was alright. There was a sound coming from the other side of the phone.

She wasted no time and started sending "Helps" out to certain "heroes" that she had found in her daily searches that have been going on for years. [Rawhide, Paper Angel, Mach (who was almost there), MultiDude, Norman Dixon, Josiah Armstrong]

Hopefull this would give them a head start.

"Looks like I have early parole," he said with chuckle as the locking mechanism slide back as O continued to increase the air pressure while keeping it small and when the time was right he released it with a small explosion while he hid behind a concentrated wall of air that deflect incoming debris away from him.

"Where to, Miss Veil" O asked. Veil was not only keeping an eye on O but most of the prison populace. There was more going on inside the prison and Veil noticed one of guards were helping prisoners out.

'Thank gawd,' she thought to herself. She was searching the court yard seeing many fleeing. It was then that figure was found killing prisoners with little remorse and excess efficiency.

"O there is somebody dangerous out in the courtyard. He is killing every prisoner that comes close to him. I think you should avoid him. He is heavily armed and very skilled. Turn left and i'll guide you through a back way."

O turned right and went down the stair as he headed towards the courtyard. "Sorry, Miss Veil, but I can't runaway when people are dying. I have seen too much and cared too little in my past. Don't worry though. Big O is no pushover. I've dealt with all sorts of people. You'd be surprised by the number of martial artists and military punks i've laid out in my youth."

Veil continued to follow his route and after 3 minutes of failing to convince him she helped him by telling about blocked passages.

O stopped in the courtyard seeing the figure of man standing in the center of corpses. "Bye Miss Veil. I will do what i can, but please know that you were a blessing for this old man in these last few weeks. Even though i never understood that computer mumbo jumbo you talked about often." And before Veil could protest again O hung up the phone, dropped it and stepped on it.

Veil watched as O approached the man. O was easily a foot taller than the man. While watching Veil started to try to get as much information on the unknown man as possible while she and her AI's tried to assist as many people way from that killer as possible.

"Hey there, kiddo," O said now within 5 meters from the man standing before him. "Let's make this quick. I have a phone call to get back to." And with that he removed most of the air in the area making it harder for a normal person to breathe as if they were in the thin air Himalayas. He took his old boxing stance and started to weave slightly as he inched closer to the man and he continued to build up air around his fist and prepared to release another explosion against the man's chest.

With a practiced distance met, O dashed in with his fist flying for the man's chest.

'May it end with this.' he thought

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Blood. Chaos. Fire.

All of these things he enjoyed, all of these things were necessary evils. He had to make sure these things were happening to make sure his task was done, and he had accomplished that stage of his goal. Flames, bright orange flames engulfed the entire prison, and bodies littered the ground where feeble men had tried to stop him. These men, these animals, had tried to stop him from ending something that they started, but like so many others, they lay limp at his feet, bleeding from wherever he deemed they should bleed.

No one got in the way of Agent 16, and Agent 16 made sure that was the way it was.

He had been tasked by his Government, the brilliant American Government, to make sure that the scum of the Earth had been lucky enough to be enhanced with mutations, or 'superpowers', as some men in the offices seemed to call them. These mutants did not deserve the brilliant gift that they had been given, it was a special thing from the Government, and they took it for granted.

Not just those that had been affected by the airborne mutagen were his targets, but the subjects that had been released during the breakout at the lab where all the experiments that were to do with the mutagen were kept. They had been released by a fellow subject, who was empowered with superhuman speed as a side effect of the experiments. All men and women who showed superhuman skill in any way were to be eliminated, that was his mission, and it seemed to be going well so far.

Government agents within the facility had aided him, shutting off the security cameras and placing them on a five-second loop when they returned, allowing 16 to blow a hole in a specific wall, one that gave him access to a room which held all the cell controls for the inmates' holding pens. With a flick of a switch, every single inmate, empowered or no, was released into the corridors of the facility, and proceeded to wreak havoc across the Island as 16 began the first phase of his mission, the easiest part.

But that wasn't his only intent, to kill the imprisoned mutants, oh no. He had done this deed to lure out the so-called 'heroes' that the experiments and the mutagen had created, certain mutants who believed in justice and order, ones that were different than most people who gained superhuman powers. But nonetheless, he had been tasked to eliminate ALL mutants, not just the trouble-causers, and that was what he was doing.

Agent 16 watched a sadistic grin on his face as an inmate struggled to his knees, bleeding heavily from the beating that Agent 16 had delivered to his body. He grasped 16's pants as he pulled himself to his knees, only to be met with a SIG Sauer P220 semi-automic handgun being held to his forehead. Without a bat of an eye or a bated breath, Agent 16 pulled the trigger and pushed the corpse over, before looking around at the multiple bodies he had left in his trail.

He was stood in the courtyard, surrounded by men he had violently executed with his signature weapon of choice, the SIG Sauer P220 handgun. But that wasn't his only weapon that Agent 16 had on hand. In fact, he was carrying a Vz.61 Skorpion submachine gun in his right thigh holster, a COP .357 Derringer handgun in the other holster on his left thigh, a Gerber Mark II Combat Knife clipped to his belt and Colt M4A1 fully automatic carbine rifle strapped to his back. He had perfectly armed himself for any situation that he could think of, and had braced himself for it as well.

Agent 16 then turned his attention to the sound of footsteps on metal, the same-sounding metal as the metal stairs. He noticed an inmate walking down them, on the phone to someone. He watched with eagerness and scanned them for any sign of superhuman ability, and was confident that this man was empowered. He was quite easily a foot taller, but Agent 16 had been trained to fight people like him, and looked him over once again.

He was strong, sturdy and tall. He wasn't a spring chicken though, Agent 16 could tell that the moment he took his final step off of the stairs. He watched as the man hung up whoever he was calling and crushed his phone underneath his boot, which made 16 chuckle. Whoever this man was, he had balls.

He continued to watch as this man approached him, and kept a tight hold onto his handgun. He waited until the man was approximately 5 meters in front of him, and watched as the man spoke to him.
"Hey there, kiddo," the man spoke with a gruff voice. "Let's make this quick. I have a phone call to get back to."
The man had arrogance, and 16 could definitely make the man's arrogance his downfall. He obviously didn't know who he was dealing with, and 16 preferred to keep it that way. To most people, including some in his own Government, he was a ghost, he didn't exist. No records, nothing. To most people, Dexter Carroll died back in Afghanistan during a suicide bombing, but it was so much more than that.

But before 16 could reply to the man's sentence, he felt the air thin out. This man had revealed his power, he was able to control the air. This didn't phase 16 though, who simply grinned underneath his mask and pressed a button connected to it, activating his rebreather, which granted him access to a small oxygen canister hidden in his belt. It wouldn't last long though, so 16 had to make this count.

He saw the man weaving towards him like a boxer, and braced himself as he threw a punch at the Agent. He could feel the air around his fist, it added more to the impact, but this was Agent 16; there would be no impact. 16 simply bounced back and made the man miss him completely, before kicking him backwards and pulling out his Vz.61 Skorpion, throwing his handgun to the ground. He aimed at the man's chest, directly at his heart, and pulled the trigger on the gun.
"By the time I'm finished with you," Agent 16 snapped as he filled the man full of bullets. "You'll be just like your phone, broken and in little pieces, scattered across the floor.".

Blood.

He could taste it on his tongue. The eccentric red dripping of particles he so enjoyed splattered over the walls. He hanged most of the guards upside down, cracking his knuckles with ease as he sped through the halls. It was his little playground. At each turn, at each glance. He was the predator and he'd found his prey. Two guards, one with an automatic rifle and the other with a sawed off shotgun, easy.

His speed pounced against the wall, gaining and gaining as he knocked on of the men down, kicking the other in the chest and pulling the gun straight from the taller one's holster. The men screamed in terror as Thunder pulled the trigger lighting the hallway with blood and terror. He chuckled throwing the gun against the floor.

"What's a boy to do when you've got the world in your hands, or shall I call it feet?" His laughter erupted, followed by silence. He could hear, but he just couldn't see. What was it? A wisp. Wind? Air? He motioned his thoughts away, turning at straight corner.

"What th-" His voice broke off, running straight into the boy. He ran with flashes of light and blue, wearing what appeared to be something out of a junkyard and frizzled white hair. Yikes. He stood up, clenching his fists as he attempted to knock him out, throwing a quick left hook.

Who did he think he was to oppose the great Thunder? To him he was a god in the making. He had brown hair, brown eyes and light pale skin, followed by a few unnoticeable brown freckles to top it off. He was tall, atleast in his mind he thought he was. His life began off short and small, nothing too sweet to talk about on a daily basis, nothing to really boast about when you're out and about with your friends discussing how great and wonderful life truly was, to him, life was hell, and he was about to beat the poor guy into it.

Before.

Thunder sat in his cell, playing with the deck of cards his friend had given him before he found himself lumped up in these parts of the slum. The perfect little thing they were, small and fragile, like every human being he was going to rip to shreds once he finally got out, or he ever would. He fell asleep, crossing one leg over the other as he closed his eyes and kept them tight.

He awakened to the noise of a loud siren, It replayed like no tomorrow. "Wh-what? His mind pondered as he sat up, adjusting his pants for a bit. He stood up, looking back in the mirror at his formal prison clothes. A white tank top with an orange jumpsuit, finished with his favorite timberlake boots. Fresh indeed. He grinned, looking back at the door as he found it to be completely ripped apart. He pushed his hair back, stepping out as he looked around. "Freeze!! On the ground! Kneel!! He smirked with pleasure. "Oh come on boys, the parties just started."

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Screams in terror, quickly followed by a spray of gunfire that lit up the hallway to the right of Mach like a Christmas tree. This is exactly what Mach wasn't hoping for, some sadistic psychopath who enjoyed nothing better than watching others in pain. It gave Mach a sick feeling in his stomach, humans that thought that way shouldn't be close to other human beings, it was just common sense in Mach's brilliant opinion.

But, there was no use in him complaining, there were security guards down there that needed rescuing, and who was Mach to argue? He took a few steps back once again and burst into a sprint, accelerating as his feet hit the floor quicker and quicker, before he found himself in the midst of a situation.

Mach could hear laughter from down the corridor and continued down the hallway, listening to the words the man was spouting from his lips. Mach didn't listen, he couldn't bother listening to the rantings of a madman, so instead he ran circles around the man, blinding him for a moment until the man turned a corner, which allowed Mach to strike him in the chin with an uppercut, before rushing past him.

Mach took a good look at the man he had just attacked. he had brown hair, brown eyes and light pale skin, nothing out of the ordinary seemed wrong with him, except for the madness that Mach had already guessed about, of course.

Mach went to run at the man again, but this time he was prepared, and threw a quick left hook which caught Mach on the forehead, knocking him off of his feet and making his head ricochet off of the floor. Mach wasn't a fan of what the man had just done, and so used his legs to wrap his around the man's and take him down as well.

Whoever this guy was, Mach knew he was surely going to put up a decent fight.

Thunder fell back, catching himself with his speed before hitting the ground."You Little.." He twisted his leg around him, kicking him off as he tried to regain his posture. Before speaking, he checked his lips, noticing the red liquid drip to the floor, drip, drop, drip, drop. He cracked his neck, pressing his knuckles together as he smirked looking back at Mach without being a tad bit impressed.

"Who are you to defy me? You think your little speed can match to that of a pure god? Think again." He kneeled back on the ground, kicking and running his legs against the ground, increasing his speed getting ready for the liftoff. He hadn't done it before, but if he was going to win this bout it was going to take pure effort, blood and sweat alike. He kicked his feet from the ground, spinning around Mach, creating a tornado like substance as he spun backwards against the wall.

He tried to use his speed to prevent the hit, but to no avail was it. He blinked as fast as he could and tried as hard as he could to defy gravity, to defy motion, but he couldn't, he couldn't at all.

His skull cracked, feeling like falling on a million pieces of glass. He cried out, trying to regain his consciousness before he'd find himself back in the cell of nightmares. He crawled, feeling his lip bleed even horrid than before as he sighed, watching Mach oust the tornado he had created.

"What's it going to take to beat this guy?

He tried to think back and forth through his mind, trying to find a way to outwit him, to overpower him. He grinned, almost falling back down as he stood up. He had a plan, and Mach was going to play right into it, He walked in circles, eying him with every step and breath.

Lou had been sitting alone at his favorite hole in the wall bar after a particularly uninteresting day when the evening news, which played on the old ratty looking TV above the bar, had come on with breaking news. Apparently some sort of massive breakout was occurring and the footage he saw of the nearby high security prison resembled something much more similar to a warzone than any prison Lou could imagine.

“I'm gonna need that drink to go.”

Moments later Rawhide was racing through the streets of NewYork on his Harley, weaving in and out of traffic in a terrifying display of skill. He'd arrived at the nearest police station adorned in his signature leather mask and black tank-top. Making his way inside he quickly found an officer, his slight street credit giving him just enough of an edge to not get his masked ass thrown back outside.

He didn't even have to fully explain who he was before he was whisked away to meet the next officer up on the totem poll-this went on for almost twenty minutes before Rawhide was able to talk his way onto a SWAT copter.

“Were going to drop you in B wing.” A particularly grizzled and ancient looking SWAT leader barked at Rawhide over the roar of the menacingly black helicopter they rode in, then the old man offered some sort of machine gun looking rifle to Rawhide.

Rawhide let out a chuckle as he waved his hands as if to say no. “Probly just wind up killin myself with that somehow. There any powers in B wing?”

“Your droppin in 5!” The old man roared back as he slapped a rappelling cord in Rawhide's right hand, he also quickly added. “And no, just abunch of crazy sick psycho individuals. You'll hit the powers in C wing, if they haven't broken out yet.”

“AKA: A cake walk. Look after yourself old timer!” And with that Rawhide flung himself out of the copter, using the rappelling rope more like a vine in a Tarzan movie as he smashed through a prison window, which for all he knew may or may not have led to B wing. He landed on a metallic catwalk of sorts with a loud painful sounding thud, a noise simply lost in the commotion that was the entire island.

He stood up now inside the prison, absent mindidly brushing the broken glass off himself as he began casually surveying the inside of what was possibly “B Wing”. He was acting particularly calm for the situation, as if smashing into a prison action movie style was just another day at the office. Maybe it was?

"What was going on?" The whole prison seemed to have shook as if struck by a rogue earthquake. Rufford Murdoch, or Black Midas, as some of the doctors fancied calling him. The name came about after an interview with Murdoch, when he mentioned his tragedy was just like that of King Midas. Rufford enjoyed mythology as a child but has grown to regret it, finding the moniker to be both degrading and demeaning. It labeled him as a thing rather than a person. Of course if he was in there shoes he can understand why they would do such a thing. His power repulses even himself sometimes.

There are days he feels Human, but then there are days he feels like a monster. Sometimes he enjoys it but most times he is disgusted by it. Many times he contemplated suicide, but being locked away in a padded cell whilst wearing a straight jacket makes the act rather impossible. Damn those Doctors! Did they not realize he would starve to death in this cell!? He could feel that gnawing, nagging feeling within his stomach, his mind, his soul! His body was weak and reduced to nothing but skin and bones. But those Doctors are studying this strange phenomenon. Oh how he curses them, he wishes death upon them, a death as painful and as terrible as starvation!

It would seem his malicious wishful thinking has succeeded. Locked away in Solitary Confinement, not for himself, but rather for the protection of the prison's inmates, the metallic door swung wide open. Someone must have flipped the main control switch, otherwise these cell doors can only be opened manually by entering the seven digit code in the cell door control panel located right beside said cell. As perceived by Murdoch no guard or doctor stood by the Door Panel, just what in the world is happening on Shadow Isle? All of the cell doors swung open, releasing few of his dangerous neighbors, but like h,e they too wore straight jackets, they were no more a threat to him than he was to them. They seemed more interested in escape rather than bother him.

Unfortunately, Murdoch has grown weak from this accursed starvation. His compressed cheeks revealed his cheekbones as severe bags underneath the eyes proved this man had little to no sleep for who knows how long. "How am I to escape?" he thought. Strapped up like this? Not only is his movement hampered, he cannot even touch the material to rot it away, let alone perform a feeding. His hands are strapped up against his chest, if only he could move one finger away from his flesh he could dissolve this damnable restraint, but alas he cannot. He needed outside help but who? Who would help to free the man they are calling Black Midas? Most fear to even touch him at all.

He decided to move into the nearest bathroom, and as luck would have it, someone took to smashing up most of the mirrors. The shards of glass, could they be enough to cut the straps? He lazily walked towards the pieces of shattered glass. The very act of walking was far too tiring, he was too weak. He dropped to his knees as the shards cut into his pants. He didn't mind however, he was dying and the pain of starvation was far greater. Yet, fear began to seep into his mind, a deep rooted fear, a primal instinct to survive. Nearly fading away into unconsciousness, he willed himself forward and grabbed a piece of glass with his mouth. He stood up and laid the shard upon the sink. He rose up to his feet as he took the shard by his teeth and stabbed it into the soft walling behind the mirrors. As it protruded on the edge, he backed up against it and began to cut. The material of the jacket was strong, stronger than the sharp piece of mirror. It did cut yes, but it would not cut all the way through. He didn't need it to, he need the restraints to weaken, allowing for more movement, enough for just a single finger.

As he worked away, a guard entered, one of the lucky ones, or in this case an unlucky one. He recognized him, a true trooper, he sought to restrain Murdoch and put him back into his cell. "Come on Murdoch, you're going back in!" He shouted as he tackled him to the floor. "No!" Murdoch yelled. "I won't go back in!" He spoke struggling to even gasp in the air to speak. The restraint weakened as he worked to move his finger away from his body. "Stop struggling! You're not going to get out of here, Midas!" The Guard barked. Success! A finger wiggled it's way onto the fabric, the sleeve disintegrated right before him. With animal-like reflexes, he whipped his body around as his freed hand latched upon the guard's face. Instantly Murdoch could feel the life-force surging throughout his body, bringing him back from the very edge of death. The Guard screamed as his face began to decay, he whipped out his nightstick and struck Murdoch to the ground. Leaving a very nasty wound across his forehead.

With new found energy, Murdoch quickly retaliated and grabbed the man's ankle. The area around his foot quickly decayed as he dropped to the ground. Fighting for his life the guard struck Murdoch's hand repeatedly. Angered by this, Murdoch quickly grabbed the nightstick as it fell apart right in the man's hand. Frightened he tried to crawl away. With a growl, Murdoch stood up as the shards of glass stuck in his legs seemed to have pushed themselves out. His body was already healing quickly. He then sat upon the guard's back pinning him to the ground. With a sneer he clamped his hand around the nape of the man's neck. "I'm sorry Johnathan, but it was either you or me, and I chose me!" Murdoch growled as he stole the very life away from him. Johnathan screamed as his body began to convulse. Color left from the man's skin and hair, he seemed to age very rapidly and soon the decay sat in. Murdoch released Johnathan leaving him as nothing more than corpse, one that looks like it's been dead in the ground for months on in. Vitality surged within Murdoch as he quickly rose to his feet. The gash on his head quickly resealed itself leaving nothing, not even a scar. Removing the rest of the jacket, Murdoch turns to an unbroken mirror to examine himself.

He still looked sickly and weak, at this point he would need to feed upon several more people in order to return to his normal, healthy self. Still he had enough energy to move without his body collapsing on him. "Now if I could only find a couple guards or inmates, that should be enough energy for me to get back to the mainland, then I can do some real siphoning." He spoke to himself as he exited the restroom. He soon found his quarries, it wasn't hard considering many of them where running around like lunatics, obsessed with causing as much destruction and chaos as they can. Their madness will be their downfall. They defended themselves of course but coming to contact with Murdoch is just what he wanted. Once he touched them, they found his grip to be strong as he reduced a few inmates to nothing more than decomposed corpses.

He felt life filling him up, as he walked out into a catwalk. In order to escape he would need a layout of the building and the blueprints can be found in the offices. He watched with horror as bodies were strewn about and fires raged within the building. He hoped the offices were alright, he need the layout to figure out the safest, and sneakiest way out of the prison complex. He noticed the corpses of some officers, so boats or helicopters maybe outside. He would need to commandeer one if he could. But first the offices. He then turned away from the scenes of carnage and headed back to the innards of the complex.

Max was laying on his bed, face into the pillow, newspapers scattered across the floor, all of them covered in highlighter marks, sticky notes and pencil-drawn circles around points of major interest. Iris walked up to the door of his room, fully dressed in her costume. "Come on, big brother! Prison break! Let's go!" She turned on the TV to a news report, coming straight from the island. Max groaned, "Really, Iris? In the middle of the night?" He rolled over in his bed, so his head was facing the TV, "Yes! Come on! We have powers! Are we just not gonna do anything with them for the rest of our lives? You always wanted to be a superhero! I mean, look at all these comic books you have! And our dad actually was one! This is our big chance! I didn't make costumes for nothing!" Max rolled over again and rubbed his eyes before sitting up, "Alright, just give me about twenty minutes." She walked out and whispered to herself, "Yes!"

He rolled of bed and yawned as he ran his fingers through his hair before putting on his costume. [The male, obviously. And without the wings.] "I have to admit, this is pretty sweet!" he spun, turned around and posed a few times in front of the mirror, "Are you done yet, you big dork?" Iris laughed and pulled a grin while she stood at the door of his bedroom. "Oh my god!" He jumped and she laughed again, "Yeah, let's go, I suppose." Max and Iris walked out of his room and then, their apartment. "I'm just gonna teleport straight over there, you?" Iris put the apartment keys into her jacket's pocket, "I'll teleport too. It'll be quicker, don't need to waste time taking the scenic route and you know how much I love the scenic route." "Well then, I'll see you there!" She disappeared in a quick blink of light purple energy, he did the same a few seconds after, his energy being a pale blue.

They both decided to appear in a hallway, clear of inmates, superhumans, there was nothing. They could hear gunshots and explosions in the distance, "Let's go find some evil guy to stop, huh, Maxxie?" She smiled and he smiled back at her to his right as he said, "Well that's why we came here, right?"

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This wasn't going to be as clean and quick as Mach wanted it to be.

As the villain fell back, Mach using his legs to overpower him and throw him down to the metal floor, he seemed to move at superhuman speed, about as quick as Mach could move, and weasel his way out of it. This left Mach shocked, he had never seen someone that had the same powers as him, and he knew this would be more difficult than when he faced the usual mutated criminals, the ones who didn't have control over their powers.

"You Little..." Mach heard the man speak as he twisted his own leg around Mach's and pushed himself forwards to free himself. The man was cocky, and he was arrogant, Mach could gather that from the way that he spoke. But this didn't bother him, and Mach simply rose to his feet with his superhuman speed, forcing a stand-off between the two men.

Mach watched as his opponent checked his lip, his fingerprints revealing blood to him as he brought them away. Mach was lucky to have struck such a good blow for a first-time shot, but it seemed like he had just angered his opponent even more. His opponent instead cracked his neck and pressed his knuckles together, before he turned his head towards Mach and smirked. Mach simply gritted his teeth and braced himself for whatever his opponent was going to do next.

"Who are you to defy me? You think your little speed can match to that of a pure god? Think again." Mach chuckled, this guy was definitely a nutcase. Mach stood up straight and folded his arms for a second, weighing up his opponent. "Name's Mach, and my little speed's gonna kick your ass, your godliness."

Mach kicked his legs back and ran at his opponent, who somehow thought to do the same. His opponent seemed to spin around him, causing a sort-of impromptu tornado as he ran across the wall. Mach saw his chance, however, and spun himself around, catching his attacker on the chin with a nice elbow.

The villain hit the floor hard, his head ricocheting violently from the impact. Mach slowed himself down as he jumped out of the weird whirlwind creation he had been attacked with, and watched with a sneaky grin on his face as his opponent cried out, crawling to his feet. But Mach's smile quickly turned to dramatic realization.

Mach knew that this battle would no longer sway in his favour.

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(( OOC: Can everyone please write in the correct location in their posts, instead of putting the location as Earth? Thanks.))

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Agent 16 watched with a mixture of delight and happiness as the old man looked up at him once more, bleeding from the areas where he had been rapidly shot by the assassin. He didn't seem to be able to grasp that he had been killed that quickly, and refused to fall backwards, crumple up and die peacefully. 16 didn't like waiting for things like this to happen, and simply surged forwards and kicked the old man to the ground, watching as he sighed in relief and pain as his life faded away.

16 shook his head, feeble human arrogance. The old man thought that because he had powers, he could defeat someone like him. He was nothing but wrong. Agent 16 was specially trained to fight people like him, and had been doing so perfectly and without a single flaw for many, many months. But to many people, those men died in freak accidents, because to many people, the man known as Agent 16 didn't exist.

No doubt that Agent 16 had been spotted by the security cameras by now, but that didn't matter, the American Government were good at cover-ups, and this would be just another one. He was 'independent', as far as the Government saw him, but there were many of those men and women in there that believed he existed and wanted to help him achieve his goals. But this wasn't a time to ponder on things that didn't need to be; 16 still had multiple enpowered criminals on the loose, and they needed to be eliminated.

But then, in a moment's notice, Agent 16 heard something, something off to his right. It sounded like someone spitting, removing their saliva from their mouth, something most commonly used to try and keep going and moving.

There was another fight coming, and Agent 16 was eager to start it.

A man with long blonde hair lunged at him, fist cocked back and ready to strike. But Agent 16 quickly looked back, the man had only taken a couple of steps before he lunged a fair distance, and Agent 16 knew that this man hadn't been in the courtyard moments before. This made Agent 16 know that this fist was to be avoided at all costs; there was something about it, something that made him think twice about taking that impact.

And so Agent 16 jumped far enough back to make the man miss his punch to 16's jaw, and quickly attacked the man's throat with a quick chop, hoping to activate the man's gag reflex and distract him for a moment. He then twisted the man's arm behind his back and grabbed a large tuft of the man's hair, forcefully pulling it up to make the man look into his eyes, the cold, dead eyes of Agent 16.

"Take a look around you. Piles of bodies, all of them possessing powers just like yours. You've made a valiant effort to stop me, but I'm afraid that nobody stops me." Agent wrenched the man's hair tighter, solidifying his grip. "I am the bringer of a new America, an America without injustice or disorder. You have no clue what you are doing by attacking me, but you have definitely sealed your fate."

Babylon sat in his room, he was relaxing and almost sleeping in the shadows. It had been a tough day at school, trying not to do anything stupid or get in trouble, or blast some ones face off with shadows and now he was finally getting to sleep... until his cousin burst i the door which made Babylon jump from the corner.

"Daniel couldn't you knock" he says annoyed glaring at his cousin who just rolled his eyes.

"This is important Babylon, check out the news quickly!".

With that Daniel ran out his room and Babylon turned to his laptop. He switched it on and waited for it to load up. He had no clue what had gotten Daniel acting so nuts but whatever it was, had to be important for him to be screaming their apartment down. He loaded up the news and was shocked. Prisoners escaping, fires, swat teams, chaos. Then he read in further and saw one image of it that a reporter had gone and cursed. In it was his brother and father, fighting guards and trying to escape with everyone else. Babylon slammed his laptop shut and ran downstairs. He ran straight past his aunt and out the door, ignoring her calls for him to come back. He didn't live too far away from the prison island but it definitely took time to run all the way there.

When he got where he could see the island he cursed. The island was clearly in chaos from all the way back here. He could see smoke rising and helicopters hovering over the island and could see further down the coast on his side that more helicopters were about to join them.


They would not escape.


Babylon stuck to the shadows, his dark clothes and fair made this easier so less energy could be used. He has managed to sneak himself onto a helicopter as the crews and pilots were looking away setting things up and blended in the shadows and was now waiting to be closer to the island. He tried keeping his head and mind clear and focused on the task and not on the fear of who he was against, or the crowds of the prison, or....no...He wouldn't think about it. He just focused on making sure his family didn't get out. Of course he would help stop others too, but they were his top priority.

He didn't want there crimes to hurt people again, especially his brother. They had apparently been stealing and attacking people for years before Babylon realised, but that's just what the officer in charge had told him when he woke at the hospital years ago.

He looked out the window silently and saw they were over the island and it was clearly the closest they were getting. He closed his eyes and concentrated hard 'Just like practice' he thought to himself and he managed to slip into the shadow and vanish from the helicopter and appear in an opened dark abandoned cell bellow, But he felt a little dizzy.

"Damn it" he quietly whispered to himself. He had to conserve his energy the best he could until he found them.

"Man, oh man," said [MultiDude]. "Are you sure you know how to fly this?" He was in the back a small helicopter flying low from a blindspot in the news feeds. It was all thanks to [Veil] really. she had hacked himself into the police database and made him a cop and procured him a swat uniform. Looked at the four other me S.W.A.T members in front of him and smiled behind his bullet proof mask. He was synced with his doubles as their thoughts passed to one another.

"Veil, you see me?" [MultiDude] asked as dude1, dude2, dude3, and dude4 stepped out of the helicopter and moved quickly away from the spinning blades. The moved smoothly covering most of their blind spots and as their minds were linked it gave them all a nearly perfect 360 vision.

"Yeah I see you, Dudes." came [Veil]'s reply over the earpieces. "I'm keeping track of what's going on everywhere, it is a war zone, man. There is some psycho that actually broke in and seems to be killing the prisoners and despite not using any powers, he is killing them -" [Veil[ paused momentarily as she thought of O. "-rather easily." She spoke while watching as the killer was engaging a man who she identified as [Josiah]. Once more it was skill vs power, but he was doing better than O had. "There are two mention-able hot spots at the moment. The infiltrator is fighting against a power user that has also entered the prison from outside. I want you to support him. While there is another fight ensuing against two speedsters."

Right on cue [Veil]'s AIs brought up images of both [Mach] and the other was [Thunder].

"I'm currently tracking others entering the prison and am attempting to get word to them so they could keep we can keep too many prisoners from leaking out and you need to assist them as well as keep the escapees from getting out and getting hurt."

"Such a slave driver, like always, V" [MultiDude] said and dudes 1-4 chuckled. Each one lifted their face plates as [MultiDude] saw four faces that looked exactly like his own and each gave them a lucky stick of gum and watched as the faces disappeared behind the bulletproof visors and they hustled over to the courtyard first. [MultiDude] asked [Veil] about the ability user's power and made his way over as she explained.




[Veil] watched as [MultiDudes] moved along the wall toward the courtyard. They had come up with a plan after [Veil] caught word over the police radio of an encounter with [Josiah]before he entered the prison.

"You are going to go 5 meters forward until you see a crack in the wall and continue to make hard right," [Veil] explained where they had to go. [Veil] and [MultiDude] had worked together many times. They had a system that worked. She was thankful for his talents as well as his 'ability' which complimented her own quite well. "Alright then, you will be coming up to the open courtyard. Then proceed as planned."

"Yes, your majesty," came five similar voices over the com link. She might have think about finding someone else to partner up with she couldn't help but smirk as part of her mind focused on the courtyard.

In less than fives seconds [MultiDudes] opened fire on both men. According to [Veil] the good [Josiah] could take bullets so there was no need to hold back.

"Quite nice not having to worry about friendly fire isn't, guys?" asked [MultiDude].
"Definitely, Sorry about this man!" answered Dude1 before he shouted out to [Josiah].
"It is at least a good thing we have good aim, otherwise we probably wouldn't be helping at all". And with tht they fanned out 2 on the left and 3 on the right as they tried to get the other man in their crosshairs. timing their firing and reloading a normal person couldn't get a shot in especially while fighting a life and death situation.

[Veil] watched as ability users kept appearing left right and center. She was watching as a young man apeared from the shadows of a cell block not wearing prison clothes [Babylon] as well as two individuals that teleported into a vacant hallways. One male [Warlock] and one female [Sorceress].

In the next moment a prison next to the pair started ringing and at the same time a walking hissed and crackled next to [Babylon]. While waiting for one of the two to answer the phone [Veil] began to talk to [Babylon]

"Pssst, over here. pick up the walkie talky." [Veil] whispered over the line. She had no idea wht this person was capable of but he was in a bad part of the prison and if he turned out to be good then she had to help him stay safe.

She waited for replies as she kept an eye on [Mach]and [Thunder]while following [Black Midas] via cameras. She tried not make to obvious that they were being controlled so she made them swivel slightly back and forth from time to time. She looked up his file and new he was bad news and had to get these guys to keep possible victims away as well as keep them informed of his whereabouts. It was [Rawhide] that appeared to be the hardest to predict since he seemed to not have a worry for his own safety or the safety of others. [Veil] attempted to contact [Rawhide] by hacking the police com-link and find his headset.

"Hello, Mr Samson," she greeted him as a camera focused on him from the end of the hallway.

Just as he expected to collide with the man's jaw, he jumped out of the way, evading the attack with a surprising amount of speed. "Shit!" When the punch didn't connect, the energy that was put forth retreated back into his being, causing him to wince in pain as his fingers twitched, though it would've appeared to Agent 16 that he did so because of the chop he delivered to his throat. Instead of the flesh of his throat, the man would've experienced a feeling more similar to chopping into a thin dense barrier.

Before he could gain his footing, the man spun around, gripping his arm and twisting it tight to his back. A grunt escaped Josiah's mouth as the man yanked his head back by his hair. The two locked eyes for a brief moment before the man spoke. His eyes looked like doors that lead nowhere, deep and dark, with no trace of human emotion, while his own eyes were filled with anger, and rage. As he went on about restoring America and sealing one's fate, a man approached, along with several others who looked identical to the first, surrounding the two of them, guns raised.

One of them shouted an apology, and then all of them opened fire. The next few moments involved the man pivoting himself to keep Josiah in the line of fire, obviously in an effort to shield his own self from harm. Perfect. With each bullet impact Josiah could feel the power flooding into his body, like a shot of pure adrenaline coursing through his veins.

The last few rounds of the first clip clattered to the ground, and the identical men began reloading. Now was his chance. " My fate is dictated by a much higher power than some meched out murderer. Can the tough guy routine for someone who doesn't know any better!"

He threw his head back suddenly, channeling the force of the bullets, giving his headbutt the impact of a speeding bus, in an attempt to either collide with the man, or, if he was smart, give him no choice but to let go and evade. He wouldn't be caught off guard like that again, now he knew he was messing with someone a bit above just some street punk with a bad attitude.

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"Shit!"

Agent 16 remembered that was what the man had said when he missed the punch, before he connected with the rest of his moves and disabled the man to the best of his ability. He was going to end it all, he was going to end the man's life with a simple gunshot to the back of the head, like he had done to so many others.

He was an empowered man, whether or not he was fighting on the side of good or the side of bad, he was still Agent 16's target and that meant he had to die, and every time he had been tasked to kill someone, Agent 16 had killed them every time. But this time he had failed in his attempts of doing so, this time something was different to him.

This time, someone had gotten in Agent 16's way.

It wasn't someone, however, but several men all dressed in the uniform of a S.W.A.T. squad, which left 16 confused. He was sure that the Government had made S.W.A.T. clear the beaches for escaping criminals before they were ordered to enter the complex. He was sure that, from his calculations, S.W.A.T. were never that quick to clear an area, especially an area as big as Shadow Isle's shorelines. So, from Agent 16's calculations, these men were independent benefactors posing to be a S.W.A.T. team, most likely either vigilantes hoping to score a big kill on a wanted criminal and earn themselves glory, or a group of criminals that had just murdered a group of S.W.A.T.

Whoever these men were, they had just made a big mistake, and had made a very powerful and threatening enemy.

Within a few moments, the men's guns were raised and they began to open fire on the pair. To defend himself from the bullets, his natural reflexes made him release the man's arm and grab him around the neck, before pivoting himself around and making all the bullets hit the man. As he watched his assailants fan out, he noticed that all of the men stood the exact same way. Their feet were the same lengths apart, their backs were hunched and they held their gun the exact same way. He figured out that one of those men was superhuman, and the rest were clones of his body.

Another thing that confused Agent 16 was that, despite all the bullets hitting the man's chest, they seemed to ricochet off of his chest and hit the floor like they hit a multi-layered wall. He didn't know why this wasn't working, but he didn't want to let go of the man, so Agent 16 simply hoped for the best and continued to block the bullets.

As the men began reloading, Agent 16 saw his chance and went to grab his M4A1, but was stopped when his hostage opened his mouth.
" My fate is dictated by a much higher power than some meched out murderer. Can the tough guy routine for someone who doesn't know any better!"
Suddenly, the man threw his head back and caught 16 right on the nose, disgruntling and startling the assassin. That wasn't a normal headbutt, especially from someone of his body build, and so he took that as another power of the man. He simply threw himself to his feet and pulled his M4A1 automatic carbine from it's holster, before firing towards two of the men dressed as S.W.A.T, hitting a few good shots in their arms and neck, before focusing the rest of his available bullets at his former hostage.

Rawhide surveyed the room below him, which was mostly burnt to a cinder save for the few gruesome remains of those unfortunate enough to have perished in the hellhole he now found himself. Looking left and right he noticed two gray metallic doors, both on opposite ends of the catwalk he stood upon. He assumed the small metallic walkway was used by the guards for watching the prison populace and he figured it was a rather good spot to enter the prison. He thanked his luck.

And then the door on the right opened and two men who spent WAY to much time lifting weights burst into Rawhide's sight, their bright orange prison jump suits stained with a fresh red coating from what Rawhide assumed was some poor unfortunate guard.

He glared at them from the middle of the catwalk, his harsh gaze even more intimidating due to the fact that the only real facial features visible through his mask were his piercing hazel eyes. Hidden beneath the mask was a smirk, the way the much larger men looked at him with hesitation and slight fear brought him a sickening joy.

He wasn't sure if they knew who he was but they clearly recognized him as a hero of sorts, a fact obvious by how the first man charged him screaming all manner of obscenities about powers. His assailant was a giant of a man, standing at well over 6'3” and extremely muscular it was obvious to Rawhide he was used to winning fights, and the way he swung a makeshift shiv made it apparent he was no stranger to killing.

The harsh looking inmate grinned triumphantly as his makeshift blade struck home into Rawhide's gut. A loud 'crang' resounded in the air as the deadly shiv, which was crudely sharpened to razor fine point moments before, now resembled a misshapen stick with a balled up end.

“What the fu-” The inmate yelled in surprised horror, his eyes transfixed on his ruined weapon. He didn't have time to finish his sentence however before Rawhide was upon the man, a fierce right hook literally knocking the giant inmate off his feat. Stunned and in a misshapen heap on the floor the man began to sluggishly right himself up, only to have Rawhide completely knock him out with a sickeningly viscous kick to the head.

“Yeah sorry about that...It's my skin, ya know? Just cant quite cut it. Oh yeah and I have super strength. Sorta.” He said apologetically to the passed out man in mock fashion, his piercing gaze quickly finding its way to inmate number two. “Guess your next then, eh?” He asked, already advancing on the cowering man. “Sorry buddy, shoulda stayed in your cell. I'll make it quick though.”

A man of his word Rawhide struck the man once across the face with a firm backhand, causing inmate number two's head to collide with the guard rail of the catwalk. Rawhide thought the way the criminal smacked his head only to collapse like a sack of potatoes would have been a rather comical sight was it not for the fact that the beating had been so obviously painful.

“Hello, Mr. Samson”

The words chimed in Rawhide's ear, the shock of hearing his real name crackle over the earpiece he'd been given from the crusty old SWAT officer immediately made him stop what he was doing and listen up.

“Hello.” He said back, his mind quickly trying to figure out what Rawhide would say in this situation. “You either sound way better over the phone old man or this is someone new on the line. Either way, you have my attention.” He finished, waiting for a response

He continued to move further away from the sounds of chaos ruling the prison grounds. He didn't seem to notice much about the cameras following his movement, to him it just seemed natural. He can upon the door to the offices, and they were locked shut. They ran on a separate interface than the cells do. They are not apart of the Master Panel, therefor it can be shut down in times of crisis like this without worry of sabotage. The bulletproof glass revealed that the offices looked trashed, not destroyed but it seemed like a tornado breezed on through. It was evident that a number of people rushed in to lock themselves away from the dangers that are down the halls. It would seem he would have to decay the metallic door since the Office Panel was built only on the inside. His fingers touched the door as it began to corrode and rust.

As the metal door weakened and fell apart a scream could be heard from within. A scientist ran away from the door calling forward a couple of armed guards. As Murdoch entered the room he could see the scientist close a door quickly behind him as two men entered the room. They both had guns pointed right at Murdoch's head. "Get down on the ground you son of bitch!" One of them shouted as Murdoch dropped to his knees. "Put both your hands on your head!" The second one shouted. He did so. As the two men enter within his grasp, the doctor shouted out, "Stop! Don't get near him!", but at that point it was too late. With their guns trained on him, Murdoch clutched the guns as they quickly corroded, by the time they pulled the trigger the guns were inoperable. The men quickly released their guns having to resort to their batons.

They swung together beating him down, but this would not last for long as he managed to touch the sticks. Soon decay overcame their weapons as they practically disintegrated in their hands. The two men backed up as bruised and bleeding Murdoch stood. He looked quite fatigued and injured from the beating, as expected, the amount of life energy he took still wasn't enough for full on combat. Luckily fear began to seep into their minds as the Doctor continued to shout, "Get away from him! He can kill you with a single touch!", but alas the warning came too late. Pulling himself forward he grabbed hold of the guards as they began to wail on him, sending blow after blow as Murdoch took each hit like a champ. Just as soon as more bruises and blood appeared they began to miraculously heal before them. Soon each blow came later and less impactful, their very vigor was being drained right out of their bodies. Soon their bodies aged and began to decay as the two men became rotting corpses right before the doctor's eyes.

Murdoch looked ahead and walked towards him, feeling healthier and no longer injured. "S-Step back! Please you don't want us, we'll do nothing to hurt you!" The Doctor pleaded as more screams where heard behind him a separate room. "Look, I don't want to hurt you or anyone else for that matter...but I need someone to help guide me out." Murdoch spoke. "You're asking for help!? There is no way anyone here would ever help you out!" The Doctor spoke feeling a tad more brave. "Understand and understand well, I may not want to kill you, but I will and I will kill everyone in there unless you do exactly as I say." Murdoch threatened without ever raising his voice. The doctor quivered as voices in the background shouted, "Do as he says!" "We don't want to die!" "Please God, let us live!" Murdoch then looked towards the Doctor in question, "So, what is it Doctor Bentley, are you going to help me, or do I have to make this unpleasant?" Murdoch spoke as he stared Bentley down. Conceded, the doctor sighed a heavy sigh and spoke, "What...do you need?"

After a few moments of explanations, Doctor Bentley exited the office with blueprints of the entire Prison Complex. "Alright, as I said before I need the most safest, securest, and inconspicuous exit you can find. And remember Bentley if you try anything suspicious I will leave you as nothing more than a hallowed corpse at my feet." Murdoch warned. "Yes, I understand, but just promise me you'll let me live." "That dear Doctor is entirely dependent on your actions, now lets move before something happens." Murdoch spoke as Bentley led him to a different sector of the complex. A place that seemed relatively untouched by the rampant destruction occurring throughout the rest of the prison.

"The names Veil," [Veil] responded. "I am glad but we don't have time to wait for you to listen to me. There are a large number of inmates beating and torturing a group of prisoner guards in the cafeteria. You need to know that their is a young man among he inmates as well as a male and female pair that are also here to help. So please exercise caution." [Veil] proceeded to guide [Rawhide] to the cafeteria as she described how the others looked.

There were a few bumps along the way but thanks to [Rawhide]'s reflexes with plenty of warning there was little time wasted and minimum damage done to the convicts. But just enough to keep them down for a few hours.

They finally arrived at the cafeteria and [Veil] had finished telling him the location of everyone in there, as well as explaining that she was going to distract them away from the door but using the radio and shorting out the lights to create an opening for [Rawhide] to slip in and music which would disorient.

"Oh, and by the way." She started to emphasize. "I put on your favorite song right as you enter. Good luck"





Dude 2 was dead before he hit the ground. Each [MultiDude] seemed to be be in slight pain as they each dove for cover. To nurse an invisible pain round their neck. but Dude 4 was in actual pain and had more to deal with as he checked the leg and was relieved to see the bullets had gone straight through. The problem was stopping the bleeding, but soon [Multitude] was kneeling right next to his double and without saying a word the double seemed to instantly be absorbed with a single touch. A slight but tolerable pain flared in his leg, the same place the bullet had hit Dude 4. The other doubles had recovered from the death of Dude 2 and had continued to shoot from covered positions.

With a bit of concentration and forced relaxation [MultiDude] snapped his fingers and suddenly new Double was made with the slight scarring onthe leg as if a bullet had passed through. [MultiDudes] didn't have a lot of major scars due to their ability to split the damage upon merging back together. In short personal instant psuedo-healing. The newly freshed Dude "4.1" got up and soon they both joined the others firing.

"How are we doing," [MultiDude] asked the Dudes 1 & 3.

"Well," started Dude 1. "Our ally isn't dead, but nor is the enemy. Sooooo -"
"We are thinking we MIGHT have the advantage" added Dude 3.

"How are things going, V?" asked [MultiDude].

"I've gotten in contact with a few allies, and hopefully the others as well soon. But it is quite busy everywhere. About ninety-five percent of the inmates have been either killed or captured so far. It is the last five percent that are being a bit smarter than the average convict. It would help if you wrapped that up all of you moved to help the others in need." [Veil] said with a matter fact tone to her voice. [MultiDudes] chuckled and shook their heads. They were used to her way of talking and thinking. They usually called her, away from her and cameras, a ScreenWriter or Producer. She looked at everything through a screen or from a distance if she had it projecting images into her head. Her mindset made it difficult to relate to situations that others are face. She was more of a strategist than a warrior.

"Sure thing," [MultiDude] replied. In the next minute they all unhooked something from their vests and with a slight tug and click.

"FIRE IN HOLE" they shouted and with their combined vision they accurately threw 4 grenades passed their allie and closer to the armed enemy. "Sorry Buddy!" they yelled before taking cover.



[Veil] watched as the fighting continued but also was worried about the man known as [Black Midas] who had now killed and was using a hostage to escape prying eyes. She quickly called forth blue prints trying to figure out where the doctor was taking him. If [Veil] couldn't get anyone there this man just might escape.

Another scene that was quite unpredictable was the one between the two speedsters. The both seemed to have good heads on their shouders, so to speak, but a strange charisma. One [Mach] was lighthearted and determined and the other [Thunder] was just as determined and confident, though it might be close to arrogance, but with the right people, these two made quite good leaders. They were rather inspirational from a 3rd party objective perspective.

Either way she was going to send backup to make sure the right conclusion plays out. She thought all this while her toes wiggled in her Buuv slippers.

The headbutt seemed to do the trick, for he was released from the man's grip. He quickly spun to face him, giving little thought to the outcome of the identical men. Before he could take even a step forth, the man had drawn a weapon, and fired on two of the identical men, and by the time he took his first step, his barrel was trained on him.

He welcomed each round as they smacked into his skin, leaving not even so much as an imprint before tumbling to the ground at his feet. This gun packed more of a punch, he could feel it juicing through his body, filling his limbs with vigor. The man began to reload, and just when he thought he was going to make an attempt on him, the identical men shouted, "FIRE IN THE HOLE!"

4 hand grenades were lobbed into his view, landing in the gap between him and the man. "Oh hell yeah!" He shouted, before springing forth, this time with much more speed and force, enough to leave two small holes in the concrete where he once stood, toward the man.

He collided with the explosion of the grenades, it washed over him, he could feel the heat, but only for a split second, for every bit of force absorbed from the explosion was channeled immediately into pushing his body faster toward his target, his arm held out wide in an attempt to clothesline him.

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Mach watched as the villain laughed with wholeheartedness, cockiness in his smile. Mach hated him already, he was too cocky for Mach's liking, and that's what would make him annoying and irritable whenever you tried to go near him. Mach had barely fought him yet and he was already spouting his godliness and how he was better, and so Mach decided that it was easier to just kick the guy's ass now and ask questions later.

The villain knelt before Mach, motioning his fingers in a rotating motion and clenching his fists, which kinda made Mach feel uneasy. This person, this villain and his enemy, was going to do something, and Mach actually had no idea what he was going to do, and so that made Mach seriously uneasy. It was obvious that he was taunting Mach, but he knew that he shouldn't rise to being taunted, he had learned that the hard way, and so he simply remained calm and patient and waited for the villain to make either a mistake or make their move.

Without a moment's notice, Mach saw that his opponent had rolled his eyes into the back of his head, and was looking up at him creepily. He watched as the man's lips mumbled and vibrated before he collapsed to the ground and began to twitch. Blood was running from the man's nose and lip, and it seemed like Mach had done serious damage to the man, which he didn't know was a good thing or a bad thing.

But then, things started to go awry. The ceiling began to crumble in on itself, causing Mach to jump forwards to move away from the falling debris and rubble. He noticed his opponent crawling towards him, obviously injured and not being right in the head. Mach watched as he slammed his hands into the cold stone floor, obvious that his hatred and his anger had not disappeared and was still there, seething behind his face.
"You..Can't..I..Must..Gor-.."
The man seemed to be mumbling, stumbling and unable to get his words to perfectly form. His voice was nothing more than a whisper, and he was taking haughty but shallow breaths. But soon, his whispers stopped and he took a single, shallow breath before he closed his eyes.

Mach had no clue what to do, he didn't think the man was dead, but he certainly wasn't up and moving. Mach decided after a while that he would wait and see if the man started to move again, and if he didn't, then he'd direct his attention somewhere else in the prison.

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Agent 16 fired multiple shots from his M4A1, one of them catching a member of the S.W.A.T. team in the neck. Agent 16 watched as the man crumpled to the ground, lifeless, almost immediately. But what came next was the point that proved Agent 16's suggestions to be true, as the other members of the S.W.A.T. team held their necks in extreme pain, exactly in the same place where 16 had shot the other one before.

They all then dove for cover and seemed to care for their injured necks, albeit that there was no wound on them. By the time that they had nursed their wounds, however, Agent 16 had turned his attention to his nearby opponent, the one who had nearly broken his nose moments before. Agent 16 had turned his carbine rifle towards his other opponent and began to fire as many bullets as he could onto the man's chest.

But things were NOT going as Agent 16 had planned them to go.

He was definitely fighting empowered humans, as the bullets he fired at the man simply bounced off of his chest, the impact and the kinetic energy being absorbed into the man's skin. He had unloaded an entire magazine onto the man's chest, to no avail, and so took the time to reload, shuffling back to keep a fair distance between him and the others.

As he reloaded, he suddenly heard a chilling voice in his direction. "FIRE IN THE HOLE!" One of the members of the S.W.A.T. team screamed, grabbing Agent 16's attention as he reloaded. When he moved his head to look, he saw that the S.W.A.T. team had just thrown 4 hand grenades accurately towards him, and straight past the other man. Agent 16 dropped his M4A1 and dove backwards to avoid the blast, which he successfully managed to do.

As he got back to his feet, he saw the man he had unloaded his bullets into diving through the smoke caused by the grenades. Before he had a chance to move, the man dove at 16 with the intent of hitting him with a clothesline, which he did successfully. The force hit 16 as quickly as he expected it to, and channeled it through him and used it to throw himself backwards through the air, landing on his feet and drawing his Vz.61 Skorpion sub-machine gun once again, before unloading more bullets towards the man.

He had now discovered what he had to do to defeat this man, and moved towards him to try and fill him as full with as much kinetic energy he could, because, if he had to channel his kinetic energy to use it, if he was caught off-guard by a sudden move, it would disorientate and perhaps injure the man, and it would allow 16 to finish it before it started.

Doctor Bentley and Murdoch continue to move about the halls of the prison. Yet through insider knowledge, kept up at a faster pace most inmates wouldn't have. "You don't know what you're doing Murdoch." Bentley spoke abated. "Did you not think we haven't tried the usual emergency exits!? That we would scurry about like deer and cower away in fear in the offices, being too afraid or too irrational to find our way out!?" Bentley spoke as he became more and more nervous. "Of course not, I know there must have been a reason as to why you and your colleagues have yet to leave...but this time it will be different." Murdoch spoke calmly. "How so?" The Doctor asked. "You have me." He replied.

No sooner has he spoken they came upon a group of six prisoners trying to pry away at a door. "Oh dear God, they're still here, banging away at that door like animals!" Bentley spoke fearfully. "What's in there?" Murdoch asked. "The armory." He replied. Murdoch could hear the varied grunts and shouts as they hammered away at the sealed metal door. Being the fools that they are, they broke the panel, preventing them from accessing the door thanks to the failsafe. "Oh come on! We'll never open this goddamn door!" Shouted a prisoner. "Shut the fuck up! I'm trying to work here!" Shouted the man banging on the door. "What the fuck you say to me!?" He snapped back. Before the scene got messy Murdoch forced Bentley to reveal themselves.

"Well looky here, the Doc came back and with a friend." A prisoner spoke. "Oh yeah, he's right. Just in time too, I need to vent some frustrations." The man chuckled. They all looked towards the two with bad intent but before they could do a single thing Murdoch spoke, "Hey, you guys want into the armory?" He asked. The prisoners looked at each other and nodded. "Yeah. Can you get us in?" One of them asked. "I can." Murdoch answered. They began to nod their heads and gave each other high fives. "But first I want to make a deal."Murdoch spoke as the merriment died down. "A deal? Man, I hate deals." "Yeah, why should we listen to em?" "Shut the fuck up you two! I want to hear what this man has to say...so go on then." A prisoner spoke.

"Alright, I'll get you guys into that armory, so long as you guys won't hurt me or the doctor here." Murdoch began. "Why not?" Asked a prisoner. "Because, this Doctor is going to free us. He's got blueprints of the place and has the proper clearance to get through all of the doors without us having to break them down." Murdoch explained. The men began to nod in agreement to this. "I am!?" Bentley spoke up. "You are or I'll let these guys have their way with you." Murdoch threatened. "Alright, lets say we do get the guns, what then? How are we gonna escape man?" Asked another prisoner. "Inside, not only will there be guns, but riot gear and shields as well. All of us, except the Doctor here will wear the gear, it will draw less suspicion towards us than the flashy orange jumpsuits would. Once we suit up, there should be boats used by the NYPD to get to the island, we're going to steal one of them and take it all the way back to the mainland." Murdoch explained. The prisoners seemed satisfied with the plan. "Just remember, don't kill anyone if you can help it, firing upon SWAT will definitely draw attention to us." Murdoch spoke. "Aw, but I wanted to bust some caps in da pigs asses." A prisoner spoke rather disappointingly. "No, you have to promise me, you guys will control yourselves, if we are to escape, you must do exactly as I say." Murdoch warned as the men all nodded in agreement.

"Good." He spoke as he stepped up to the door. He placed his hands upon it as it corroded and rusted away. The men looked on in amazement as Murdoch pushed the door in. "It's all yours boys."He spoke triumphantly as the men rushed to put on the gear and arm themselves. "Doctor, your going to have to dress me, because, well you know." Murdoch spoke without a hint of shame. "Yes...er...of course." Bentley spoke reluctantly as he placed the gear on Murdoch's body. "Your alright, so long as I don't touch you, you won't die." He reassured the doctor. Soon the group of prisoners were armed to the teeth and wearing the black riot gear. "Lead the way Doctor." Soon Bentley led the men down a corridor as he reached one of the staff exits. He placed his security ID to a panel and the door began to open right before the group of escaping prisoners. Soon the group found themselves on the beach. "Hey, guy with the superpowers...are you sure they won't kill us once were on the boat?" A prisoner spoke up. "Not so long as we keep the gear on, we all should be fine. Oh and be sure we show the doctor, once we're out in the water, the rest of NYPD won't give us a second glance, they'll think we were a rescue group that managed to save a civilian, they'll let us pass." Murdoch assured the group.

They ran out on the beach, pushing the doctor along. A spotlight came down upon them from a police copter, yet, despite the prisoners feeling antsy, the police did as Murdoch predicted, they paid no mind to them. His plan was working. More of the SWAT began to exit the beach. Apparently most of the prisoners were either killed or detained from what he can overhear from all of the shouting. It seems New York's finest are closing in on the Prison to secure the island. This made it all the easier. Soon they came upon one of the boats SWAT used to invade the island. Only a few stayed behind to keep it secure. "Hey, Philips, look!" Spoke one of the officers as the disguised prisoners advanced upon the boat. "Oh my god, some of them actually made it out!" Philips spoke ecstatically. The prisoners entered the boat. "Well boys, I guess you want out of here right?" Phillips asked. "Yeah, right." Replied a prisoner as they attacked. Before the SWAT on the boat knew they've been tricked they were all knocked out. "Thank you for not shooting." Murdoch spoke as he was helped in by Bentley. "Make sure the keys are in the boat or on them before tossing them out." Murdoch spoke as the prisoners did as they were told. They found the keys in the ignition as they turned the motor on. "Alright lets get the fuck out of here!" One of them shouted as they tossed the officers off the boat.

Soon they were off. Again, as predicted, the NYPD out on the water did not move into stop their boat. After seeing the armor and the doctor, they believed they were one of them rushing to get a civilian to the mainland. Soon the boat diverted and sped off to a different part of the mainland. It seemed they were home free. "Holy shit! This plan is fuckin' working!" A prisoner spoke ecstatic."I told you it would." Murdoch spoke. "Yeah thanks...uh, who are you?" The prisoner asked. "Rufford Murdoch." He answered. "Well thanks Ruff!" The inmate spoke. Soon the escaped inmates reached the mainland as they were told to ditch the boat. "Soon those guards will come to and report this, I suggest you guys ditch the clothes and find some sort of safehouse." Murdoch spoke. "Yeah, yeah." "Thanks for the help man!" "Yeah, first thing I'm gonna do is drink some beer and find some fine ladies!" Their raucous sounds soon deafened in the background. Doctor Bentley sat down on a bench with his face buried in his hands. "I can't believe, I was an asset to an escape!" He cried. "I can never live with myself for what I've done!" He shouted.

Murdoch turned to him with a sad look in his eye as he approached him. "I'm sorry you feel that way, Bentley, but it had to be done." He spoke with a dead stillness in his voice. "Just as this has to be done." "Wait? What?" Bentley spoke as he rose his head up to Murdoch. "I'm afraid I have to tie up some loose ends, if this escape is to work, and I'm afraid you're that loose end." Murdoch ominously spoke as he moved into touch Bentley. "No! Murdoch you promised me, you promised me!" He cried. Bentley shouted in pain as Murdoch stole his very life essence. "You said it yourself, you could never live with the guilt of your actions." Murdoch spoke coldly as he reduced the doctor to nothing more than a decomposed corpse. "I'm sorry, Bentley, I couldn't risk you telling the authorities that I just escaped...I'll let them figure that one out for themselves." He spoke as he ran off, deciding to go follow his own advice. Black Midas was now loose in New York City.

Through the smoke, he collided with the man, lurching him forward with the force of his arm. He steadied himself just as the man readied another gun before opening fire.

This one shot much fast, but the bullets didn't hit quite as hard. 'He should have caught on by now, maybe he has. Regardless...' he thought to himself as the entire clip was again emptied into him. He slowly took in a deep breath, his skin a deeper shade of red, almost vibrating with the energy.

Before the man began reloading, Josiah started to feel the amount of energy building in his body. It made him tense, like a weight had started to press down on his being. He had to think of a way to get rid of it.

Gripping his hands together, he heaved his arms above his head before bringing them swinging down toward the ground, using almost all of his built up energy to smash into the ground below.

The impact had enough force to shake the ground, as well as decimate the concrete foundation he was standing on, burrowing him about 2 feet into the ground. The destruction rippled outward, causing a good size hole in the ground to start collapsing inward.

A large concrete slab was balanced precariously on the rim, and he gripped it, digging his hands into the concrete itself, ripping it from the ledge. Using the energy that remained, he heaved the chunk at the man in an attempt to crush him.

Babylon looked around, scouting the area for anything of danger. Off to the side of him, hidden on the belt of a dead security guard was a walkie talkie, one that Babylon had spotted immediately. He had heard the crackling, meaning that the walkie talkie was activated, but didn't trust it, not one bit. He looked down at the walkie talkie, staring at it with what seemed like interest, before he kicked it into the corner of the cell he was investigating. However, he did not know that the voice on the other side [Veil] was on the same side as him. He took a step out of the cell in a quiet, sneaky fashion and started to quietly run through the halls, keeping his eyes peeled for his personal targets in all of the carnage and chaos happening throughout the facility. He crept down the corridors and up the stairs looking for where he had seen them last.

He hid in shadows as prisoners ran past, not wanting to be spotted. Luckily, and thanks to Babylon's ability to become one with shadows, they ran past not even knowing he was there. He stepped back out from his hiding spot a few moments later, sure that they had gone, and continued through the facility. But then, Babylon finally saw what he was looking for. He was at a big, open cell block, where chaos and angst ran riot. But he did not care about the commotion happening in front of him, oh no, as two floors up on a balcony, directly above him, Babylon saw his father cockily leaning against a wall, while his brother Richard killed anyone who had the misfortune to go towards them.

Luckily for Babylon, they were also stood by an dark cell. And so, Babylon stepped back and started to walk into a shadow, but half way through the merging process, he felt a sharp pain. He ran through his head like a migraine headache, causing him to fall through the shadows and into the cell just behind his brother. He groaned as he tried to scramble to his feet, looking up to see Richard turn towards him, hearing the noise and step inside the cell with his little brother. Babylon tried to move the shadows to try and help himself, but was too dazed to concentrate fully as Richard stepped towards him, surprised, but with a wide grin stretched across his face, happy to see the betraying brother once again.





Norman was finally back from his hunting trip. He'd tracked a prize buck for miles and was glad it circled to be relatively close to his house. One shot straight to the back of his skull and it was dead. He walked over to it and pulled out the single crossbow bolt he had fired, before he looked back in the direction of his cabin before teleporting. It only took a few jumps to get inside with the buck's corpse, but once he finally managed it he took it to the corner and cut the main arteries, in an attempt to start draining it. Whilst this process happened, Norman simply went over to his active computer.

He was surprised that the second he sat down, there was a large message on his screen waiting for him, prompting him to open it and read it. It took him a while to read it, but once he did, he summed it down in his head: Prison Break, Need Heroes To Help.

Norman sighed and relaxed in his chair. He wasn't a hero, at least he didn't think he was. He was a simple man wanting to help people with the abilities that had been granted to him. But, if this mystery sender thought of him as a hero, then he would be a hero, and so he went to get changed into his leathers.

After that was completed and he believed he was ready, he took a breath of air through his nostrils, before releasing it through his mouth and stepping outside. He walked over to this oddly-shaped contraption near the edge of his cabin, before grabbing the sheet over it with a firm grip and lifting it off, uncovering his beautiful, custom-built Harley Davison motorbike. He stroked his hand along the seat and kissed the handle bars affectionately.

"Lets ride, Baby."

He sat down on the seat and switched on the engine, just enjoying the sound that it made for a minute or two. The rev of the engine, the splutter it made as it ignited, all of these noises made him feel more alive. He then grabbed the handlebars, lifted the kickstand and pulled out away from his cabin, driving fast towards New York City to try and help the best he could.

[Veil] found herself torn between [Rawhides] achievements. Sadly they lost more lives, but he had let loose with such fury that even she believed that the guard's could pass on feeling that they have been avenged.

“Allright Veil.” [Rawhide] spoke through the line again. “The Cafeteria is...clear.”

"Good job, How about we turn your attention to somewhere else where you are needed." [Veil] was trying to keep track of [Mach] yet his speed made it hard for her to really direct anyone in his location as well as trying to get a walkie talkie to grab his attention. Luckily he was still and [Veil] knew there was little time for her to get in touch with him so she caused every single walkie talkie to get a high pitched feed back in [Mach]'s area.

"Could you wait a sec, before you go running off again, Mach?" she added quickly before she was too late. "I have someone on the other line that is on the same side as you and I believe two should meet and perhaps help each other put this disaster to an end. There are others as well and perhaps if you both met up there, you can help get rid of the threat and assist in finding the next one, who apparently is planning something. [Veil] preceeded to give both [Mach] and [Rawhide] directions towards the courtyard to assist with [Bulwalk] and [MultiDude] with [Agent 16]. She connect the walkie talkies around [Mach] into the network of [Rawhide]'s device so that [Rawhide] could hear everything she said to him and so they could actually talk to each other]

"Help is coming, Dudes. Just keep him there as best you can". She said over the line to [MultiDudes].




"Whoa, did you see that?" [MultiDudes] asked his doubles. "We didn't wind up killing him."

Yes, but sadly we didn't kill the other guy either.

responded Dude 3. They each reloaded and considered throwing some more wondering if it would help or hinder the situation but they didn't get a chance as Dude 4's vision showed the others their new comrade was quite scarlet and was attempting to do someth-.

Then it happened. They watched as the area around them shook ad a crater was formed.

Each chuckled at the scene before them. They had to get further back and dive out of the way of falling debris due to [Bulwark]'s last technique. They had lucky with not getting anything more than fractures and slight lacerations. They were all kind of wishing they had power that allowed them to be more super human so that they wouldn't have gotten hurt at all.

"Help is coming, Dudes. Just keep him there as best you can". She said over the line to [MultiDudes].

"That's what we're trying to do. This guy has a good sense of tactics and is handling us both rather well. But he still hasn't used an ability. I'm not sure if he has one and is waiting to use it. So tell your new friends to be wary." [MultiDudes] was sure whether or not [Agent 16] had an ability, but if he did then getting some back up could go a long way. After quickly attending to their injuries they began navigating themselves through the maze of debris.



[Veil]'s sight of the courtyard was gone, as the cameras and the walls had fallen and shattered on the ground below. She wouldn't be much help there so she hoped that [Rawhide] and [Mach] would arrive at the courtyard soon. [Rawhide] had been closer but [Mach] was of course faster, It would be close. [Veil] had given two of her AIs commands to direct the two towards the courtyard making them use the voice synthesizer so that they sounded like her.

[Veil] was annoyed by [Babylon]'s response but she couldn't try again while he was surrounded by others, otherwise she would give his position away. so she had to watch and wait.

[Veil] watched through the camera's trying to read lips to find out what [Black Midas] was up to.

Another annoyingly intelligent opponent

she thought to herself as she watched him talking to a small group of inmates. She ran a background check to find out who they were and what their abilities were.

As soon as he threw the slab, the man cut through it with his metal arm, almost as if it were paper, landing just in front of him, thrusting a knife into his shoulder. He thought nothing of it, that is, until the pain struck him. The ability was able to absorb most of the impact, but from the previous expulsion of energy, it left the barrier momentarily weakened.

When the man pushed with his free hand, it pierced threw the barrier, and into his skin. A crippling twinge shot from his shoulder and threw the rest of his body shortly after, this was a first for him. Luckily it wasn't too deep, he had never had any fear when facing an opponent, but in the moment the knife punctured his raw, tender flesh, the first thing to have ever broken through his barrier, he felt weak.

From the point of the impact, tiny, pale, nearly clear tendrils of energy licked at the blade, trying to reconnect the barrier to fully provide his shield, while a hot, fresh stream of blood trickled down his chest, not leaving a trail as it rippled off the remaining barrier that covered his body, and dripping to the ground.

The tendrils began pressing into the blade, feeding off the pressure and channeling it back into the blade, if left in too long, the blade would began to crack under the pressure of the tendrils. His mouth hung open slightly as if he were unable to speak, and his brow wrinkled as he caught his opponent's stare.

Forcing the thoughts of fear and weakness from his mind, ignoring the blood that leaked from his wound, and not wasting a moment, he clenched his jaw tight, his eyes setting ablaze once more with their previous rage, and gripped the man's wrist that held the knife before driving his free palm with the knife's impact force, at his elbow, in an attempt to cripple the man's arm. This would be followed with an explosive knee to the man's chest, attempting to get him out of arm's reach.

If it were to succeed, this would pull the knife free from his shoulder, which would allow the barrier to reconnect and proceed to repel further attack.

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That other speedster seemed to be defeated, and that meant that Mach's job there was done.

He didn't feel that he needed to throw his defeated opponent in a jail cell or anything, he knew that S.W.A.T. or any remaining guards would find the unconscious prisoner and lock him up on their own. Besides, Mach knew that they would do a better job, a more secure job, at returning the man to his rightful place behind bars than he ever could. They were trained officially in law enforcement and probably did that job on a daily basis, so why should Mach need to do such a thing?

And so, with everything behind him, Mach simply kicked back and set off into a sprint, rapidly accelerating and he rushed around the corner and down the prison corridor, the sirens still wailing and dead or unconscious men still littering the floor with no sign of getting back to their feet. Still, Mach knew he was doing his best to defend the ones who were outside, in that big open city, from the people who would do them harm in this building.

As he took himself around the corner, he came to an open window and looked outside into the courtyard, where he caught a glimpse of some commotion outside. But before he could get a proper look at the entire situation, the walkie talkies of the dead officers near him screamed in a high-pitch frequency, causing Mach to grab his ears and nearly collapse from the noise. Once it had subsided, he walked over and took one of the walkie talkies. He placed it to his ear and began to listen to whoever or whatever was on the other side.

"Could you wait a sec, before you go running off again, Mach?" Mach laughed. He had only heard this woman's voice for about a second, and she was already telling him off. He didn't know her name, what she looked like and what she did for a living, the only thing he knew about her is what she sounded like. "Sure, I'm waiting, now that you've pierced my eardrums. But before you explain what you want from me, at least tell me your name, Miss?"

"I have someone on the other line that is on the same side as you and I believe two should meet and perhaps help each other put this disaster to an end. There are others as well and perhaps if you both met up there, you can help get rid of the threat and assist in finding the next one, who apparently is planning something." Mach was intrigued. He knew that he wasn't the only superhuman helping the authorities in this prison, but now one of them wanted him to join up with another. Well, Mach knew that two heads were better than one, and would gladly aid another in his attempts to end this. "Well, I guess having backup couldn't hurt. Show me the way, milady."

And with that, Mach waited for her response, leaning against the wall, his leg propped up to help him push off and burst into a sprint when he was ready to.

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The blade dug into the man's shoulder and made the man wince, which in turn made Agent 16 smile. He had finally broken the pathetic barrier that the man had coated his skin with, and now Agent 16 could begin the real damage. Agent 16 watched the blood seep from the wound with interest, the hot, crimson liquid pouring from the wound and down the man's chest, it showed that he was human after all.

Any man that bled could be killed, that is what Agent 16 believed, and now that the man had bled, he was no longer invincible in the eyes of the Government assassin. But then Agent 16 looked again and saw no trail of the blood, instead it simply ran across his chest like water on metal and dropped to the ground. He looked up, shocked, and tried to thrust the blade deeper into the man's shoulder, where he had broken the barrier.

As he pushed and pushed with all of his might, Agent 16 noticed the tendrils. Tiny, pale, nearly clear tentacles of energy that swam around the blade, trying to mend the break in the man's barrier. He thought it was pathetic, the tendrils trying to piece each other together and fix the barrier, but then he realized something. His hand began to shake, and Agent 16 knew that he wasn't nervous.

The tendrils were pressing against the blade of his combat knife, absorbing the pressure that Agent 16 gave off in his hands. The blade began to crack in the middle under the pressure as his opponent gripped 16's wrist, before slamming his palm into his elbow. Agent 16 recoiled and tried to swing his metal arm around in a punch to the left temple, but a knee to his chest stopped that from happening.

Agent 16 released his grip on the knife and stumbled backwards as the knee smacked him in the abdomen. Using his metal arm, Agent 16 released his COP .357 Derringer handgun from it's holster, firing multiple bullets at his opponent's head, before using his free hand to pull his Intratec TEC-38 from his other thigh holster. He walked forwards, firing bullets all over the man's body in succession, hoping that he was still weakened, and, once he got close enough, holstered his Derringer and began to hit the man in the head with punches, hammer-like fists and elbows, adding a few headbutts for good measure as he tried to take his opponent to the floor.
"WHY...WON'T...YOU...JUST...DIE!?!" Agent 16 screamed at his opponent as he hammered as many blows and punches he could into the man's face before he was inevitably thrown off.

"Good job, How about we turn your attention to somewhere else where you are needed." Veil sounded off in Rawhide's ear. He thought she sounded genuine, but a large part of him still felt the sting of failure. He hid it well though with his usual masked bravado

Rawhide was quick to follow Veil's advice about going to help another group in the courtyard, wasting no time in leaving the cafeteria he practically ran out of the troubling room. Following Veil's directions to a T yet again it wasn't long until the courtyard was in site, Rawhide just able to make out some of the commotion going on outside through a pair of open doors at the end of the hallway he was currently in. He was eager to get to the courtyard, determined to be there in time to actually make a difference.

Making his way down the hallway headed towards the courtyard he continued listening to Veil over his police headset, she explained how she was going to patch his radio over to connect with another hero, the one called Mach or something.

In all honesty Rawhide was less keen on the idea of physically working with another hero, but he had also not wanted to work with Veil at first and that had been going so well that he thought he'd just give it a shot. ”Whats the worst that could happen?” he thought to himself.

A loud electronic beep sounded in his ear, and a new voice cut in. It was the other hero, and Rawhide had caught the tail end of his and Veil's conversation. "Well, I guess having backup couldn't hurt. Show me the way, milady."

”Hey prince charming, lets meet up in the Courtyard entrance.” Rawhide croaked into the mic sarcastically without introduction to Mach, quick to take a friendly jab at the other hero. “In fact, I'll race ya.” He added with a grin on his face, being already extremely close to the exit; he was sure he would win his little impromptu “race”.

Shadow Isle Database: Access Granted...

Accessing Inmate Files...

Seven Inmates Identified...


1. Lucas Haneke Shepard- Gender: Male...Race: Caucasian...Build: Slim...Height: 5'9"...Age: 28...Hair Color: Blonde...Eye Color: Blue... Low-Level Inmate...No Superhuman Abilities...Arrest Record....50 Counts of Assault and Battery, 15 Accounts of Third Degree Homicide, 25 Accounts of Theft, and 4 Accounts of Armed Robbery.

2. Robert Jermaine Washington- Gender: Male...Race: African-American...Build: Average...Height: 5'7"...Age: 33...Hair Color: Black...Eye Color: Brown...Low-Level Inmate....No Superhuman Abilities...Arrest Record...20 Accounts of Aggravated Assault, 88 Accounts of Vandalism and Public Drunkenness , 17 Accounts of Theft, and 10 Accounts of Vehicular Manslaughter.

3. Shawn Edward Mansfield- Gender: Male...Race: Caucasian...Build: Average...Height: 5'11"...Age: 28...Hair Color: Brown...Eye Color: Brown... Mid-Level Inmate...No Superhuman Abilities...Arrest Record...5 Accounts of Armed Robbery, 35 Accounts of Grand Theft Auto, 10 Accounts of Assault and Battery, 4 Accounts of Third Degree Homicide, and 16 Accounts of First Degree Homicide.

4. Demarcus Louis Von- Gender: Male...Race: African-American...Build: Muscular...Height: 6'1"...Age: 25...Hair Color: Black...Eye Color: Brown...Mid-Level Inmate...Superhuman Abilities...X-Ray Vision...Subject is capable of peering through solid objects...Subject used the ability to commit over 150 Acts of Identity Theft and Fraud...Capture Report...Subject was eventually discovered and detained by the FBI...Sent to Shadow Isle to carry out his 15 Plus Year Sentence.

5. Travis Stanley McCall- Gender: Male...Race: Caucasian...Build: Slim...Height: 6'0"...Age: 30...Hair Color: Blonde...Eye Color: Brown...High-Level Inmate...Superhuman Abilities...Thiriokinesis...Subject is capable of communicating and commanding animal lifeforms via the subject's mind...Subject used the ability to commit multiple acts of eco-terrorism...Capture Report...Subject was discovered and intercepted by the FBI during an eco-terrorist attack at the New York City Zoo...Sent to Shadow Isle to carry out his 25 to Life Sentence.

6. Deidrick LeMarr Johnson- Gender: Male...Race: African-American...Build: Muscular...Height: 6'2"...Age: 30...Hair Color: Black...Eye Color: Brown...High-Level Inmate...Superhuman Abilities...Electrokinesis...Subject is capable of generating and manipulating electricity...Subject used the ability to commit over 200 acts of Armed Robbery and multiple acts of Homicide...Capture Report...Subject was detained after a botched robbery at a First Loan & Trust by the FBI...Sent to Shadow Isle to carry out his 25 to Life Sentence.

7. Black Midas- Warning....Inmate File Classified...Access Denied...Insufficient Credentials...Additional Verification is Required...

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OOC: This is the information that Veil would find on her Inmate search, if you're alright with using it that is. Just trying to be helpful. Otherwise, the info on Black Midas is much more secure and would require more searching to find any dossier on him.

Babylon managed to scramble to his feet and stumble, keeping fierce eye contact with Richard. Richard had a wide cruel smile on his scared face. Babylon guessed he'd picked a few fights here, which wasn't surprising considering what his brother had done to him the night he was arrested. He was extremely violent. Just thinking about it had given Babylon a start twinge of pain in his chest that he hadn't felt in years.

"Hey Dad!" Richard called out. He sounded extremely happy to see Babylon but that wasn't necessarily a good thing. "Come and take a look at who finally decided to pay us a visit!"

Babylon tried to run past his brother out into the hall but Richard grabbed him by the shirt and lifted him up with ease. Babylon cursed in his head for barely eating and being so light. Richard chuckled and then threw Babylon into the ground with as much force as he could. Babylon felt a wave of pain flood into his back as he let out a weak cough and groan. He felt his brothers foot press against his chest and looked around for anything to help. His eyes scanned the walls and floor and out into the halls and he saw a camera, facing a different way. He concentrated hard, using all the energy his mind and body could muster and managed to use the shadows around the corner to turn it his way, hoping someone the other end would see and send help [VEIL!]. His body felt heavy and weaker, he seriously needed to sleep, but he knew that if he fell asleep now then he wouldn't wake up, not with Richard here. Then he noticed a figure knelt by his face. It was his father, who he didn't even notice walk in.

"Well Babylon, this is a surprise" His father said with a chuckle. Babylon looked at the camera in the hall hoping someone was on the way. He then felt his brother push down his foot harder on his ribs and knew this family reunion was going be painful experience.

[Very sorry about no tags but it wont let me tag anyone even after sending the post]

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"I think I have already found something." Iris walked to the window on the wall at the side of the hallway and smiled as Lou Samson walked out of a building and into the prison courtyard. "Bald, old-lookin' guy at the courtyard? Alright, it's our first fight, we might as well start easy. He has no chance." Max started levitating above the ground before boosting through the glass, busting the window and shooting for the courtyard. "Wait, Max! We need a plan! Oh, for gosh sakes." She groaned and rolled her eyes before being to fly after him. He crashed into Rawhide, grabbing him and smashing him to the wall of the building he stood in front of, holding his forearm to his neck and making energy constructed chain restraints to stick Rawhide to the wall by his hands, arms, feet, legs and shoulders/upper body, and energy claws, retracted and ready to strike him across the face. "Wait!" Iris landed about two feet behind him and walked up next to him, "Let's see who this guy is and what he wants." Max's claws disappeared and he moved his forearm from his throat, but the restraints stayed where they were, "Alright... guy... first of all, who in hell are you?" Max stood a bit back from her, as he folded his arms and then cracked his neck as her sister stood in front of the man and interrogated him. "So? Spit it out, you bald-headed freak!"

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”Hey prince charming, lets meet up in the Courtyard entrance.”

Mach had heard the loud, electronic beep, and he now knew he had been entered into a different radio frequency, or whatever they were called, Mach never knew. Whoever this girl was, the one that was obviously orchestrating the defense of this facility, she wanted Mach and her other companion to get together so badly, and if that was the key to saving millions of lives, then he would do it gladly and with ease.

"Courtyard entrance, got ya. Be there in a few secs." Mach began to set off running again, but stopped in his tracks a few moments after. “In fact, I'll race ya.”.

Mach simply laughed cockily and wholeheartedly into the microphone of the walkie talkie, before pushing off the ground into a sprint, picking up speed as he accelerated around the corner and towards the facility courtyard. When he arrived, he saw his new 'partner' across from him, and walked towards him in a friendly fashion.

Suddenly, a man, possibly an escaped prisoner, burst from the window above both of them and dove straight for Rawhide, closely followed by a female. Mach didn't have time to intervene right there, but when he saw the man lift Rawhide up into the air with him, Mach knew that trouble was abound.

As the man bolted Rawhide to the wall with energy-built constraints, Mach slowed down, although he was ready to pounce. The two, the man and the woman, stood there, interrogating Mach's new partner.
"Alright... guy... first of all, who in hell are you?"
This girl wasn't taking any prisoners, that could be definitely said, and so Mach took a few steps back, ready to charge.
"So? Spit it out, you bald-headed freak!"

At that moment, Mach bolted and rushed straight at the man, who had now retreated behind the interrogating woman, and dropkicked him to the floor with immense speed, sliding both men across the concrete, although Mach was able to slide on his feet over the man. On closer inspection, however, Mach realized this was a boy, a teenager in fact. Still, he had attacked, so that didn't make it right.

"Alright, kid, I believe it's time for you and your friend over there to return to your cells, don't you think?"

About to clear the hallway door to the courtyard Rawhide had been mere moments away from a petty triumphant victory, only to have the moment shatter before him as the glass windows above him exploded. The suddenness of the of the loud crash of the windows and ensuing glass storm had caught Rawhide off guard, a fact made worse by some unseen figure literally flying into him from out of nowhere.

Tightly gripping Rawhide's neck the unknown man, still flying, used his momentum to crash Rawhide into the wall. The force was of the blow was great enough that it probably would have killed a normal man, but luckily Rawhide wasn't normal-nonetheless he felt it. To Rawhide's surprise, which slightly showed in his hazel eyes, strange energy type shackles had sprung up all around his body pinning him against the wall on impact.

The oddly dressed stranger followed up the assault with a menacing looking set of claws forming around his hands, the color of which matched the energy shackles around Rawhide. Quickly Rawhide wondered if energy blades could pierce his skin? Hopefully not.

Readying himself for the coming strike a female voice sounded out “Wait!” A girl, as strangely dressed as the man (which made Rawhide assume they were costumed heroes or villians), landed about two feet behind Rawhide's attacker.

Being a rather simple man Rawhide didn't know much about energy manipulation or the arcane forces, but years of welding and working in construction had taught him quite a bit about buildings and structural integrity, a fact he put to use as he casually tugged against the energy constructs. He wasn't trying to break the chains however, no, he had other plans entirely.

"Let's see who this guy is and what he wants." Atleast she was making some sense, and to his relief the man stepped behind her, his claws vanishing. "So? Spit it out, you bald-headed freak.” The lady added with a shriek. On second thought they were both crazy.

“What I want...” Rawhide began, still flexing his muscles against the chains. He spoke slowly, trying to stall for Mach's arrival. Luckily he didn't have to wait long, the blue blur that was Mach making his presence known in a wild drop kick to Warlock. Rawhide watched as the two men went sprawling across the floor, Mach back on his feet before Rawhide could even see him stand up.

Not waiting a moment Rawhide took advantage of the distraction, letting forth a loud mix of anger and effort in some sort of primal yell he tore the constructs from the wall, freeing himself up to his shoulders. The chains he had freed however remained intact, still embedded in large basketball sized hunks of concrete that now dangled from his arms.

Using his moments before shackles of imprisonment as a makeshift weapon he swung his right hand in a fierce arc, sending the energy chain and attached concrete soaring towards Sorceress as if some sort of miniature wrecking ball.

“The uniforms, Mach!” Rawhide roared mid weapon flail. He was trying to get out the point that these two were not wearing jumpsuits, nor were they wearing something easily stolen/gained on the island. It was even possible they were masked powers somehow in on the prison break. Alas he was a little preoccupied and “The uniforms.” was the best he could come up with.

"For crying out loud!" [Veil]'s voice came over the line to [Mach] and [Rawhide], all walkie talkies in the vacinity (and causing [Sorceress]' & [Warlock]'s phones to start ringing if they have phones on them as well as getting a text message saying the same thing). "You are all on the same blasted side!" She snapped at them as if she was telling off her children, though their age differences were not that drastic.

The whole thing had gone from comical to downright dangerous in almost no time at all. [Veil] was glad that Rawhide had noticed but the whole group needed to be stopped due to so many other things that needed to be done. [Veil] had recieved the information on all those additional inmates that were not with [Black Midas]. It was an unpleasant group to say the least. Not to mention was going on with [Babylon] now. With three situations going on simultaneously [Veil] decided to do it as logically as possible.

"We have much bigger problems. A fellow 'hero' is being beaten inside," she said referring to [Babylon]. "Rawhide and Mach you still need to help in the courtyard to assist our group against that killer." You two, Iris and Max, need to use whatever power you used to get into the prison and help out the young hero." [Veil] explained while giving instructions as to how to get there (as well as sending picture with a map and the location marked, if they have their phones). "So could you please stop this nonsense and actually save people's lives?" Her voice had lost its slightly annoyed tone and changed to an inquisitive one. She really wasn't really good at communicating with people.

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"Gah!" Max got drop kicked in the middle of his back, which left him falling and sliding across the rocky concrete ground, "Return to my cell? What's your psychopathic problem, Sonic the Hedgehog?!" As Warlock taunted Mach, Rawhide broke free and sent two pieces of concrete flying at Iris, hitting her and making her fall backwards, "Ahh!" She got back up from the ground, lifting the pieces up with telekinesis and tossing them back at him, "You messed with the wrong witch, buddy. Time to pay." Max was on his knees trying to shoot optic blasts and beams from his eyes at the speedster as Mach zapped across from spot to spot, "Come on, come on! Just stay still, you bloody dingus!" Once again, the speedster rushed at him and punched him straight in the nose, knocking him on his back, "Oh, for god sakes!"

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"Return to my cell? What's your psychopathic problem, Sonic the Hedgehog?!"
Mach stood over his downed opponent, pinning him to the floor, foot on wrist. He pressed down on the boy's wrist in an attempt to make him submit and come quietly, but that didn't seem like it was going to happen. At that moment, Rawhide yelled in anger and released himself from the binds that held him, catching everyone's attention. At that moment, the boy shot an energy blast and hit Mach straight in the back, sending him flying across the floor.

Mach cracked his neck to the right, spat on the stone and stared directly at the boy, patting his back off in pain as he tried to stare deep into his eyes.
"Kid, you've just made this personal."
Mach growled and rushed at the boy, dodging the energy blasts that came from his hands and eyes. He wasn't paying attention to what was happening between Rawhide and the other one, and he didn't care. The kid had shot him, and now it was time for the kid to pay. He flew past more energy bolts, grinning at the boy with cockiness as he swept to the side. He had moved to his knees now, but that didn't matter.

"Come on, come on! Just stay still, you bloody dingus!"
Mach dodged to the side of the nearest energy bolt and flew at the boy, punching him straight in the nose and flying over the top of him, kicking him in the back with both feet before sliding across the stone on his stomach. "Oh, for god sakes!" Obviously the child was getting angry, and that's what Mach wanted. He moved once more to attack, grabbing the boy in a headlock and wrenching it tightly, watching Rawhide as he took on the girl.

Rawhide caught Mach's eye as well, mid-weapon flail, and shouted. “The uniforms, Mach!” . They were obviously wearing uniforms, Mach could see that, but he also didn't understand Rawhide's point. He continued to hold his opponent tightly in a headlock, until his walkie talkie began to beep loudly, causing Mach to release the hold.

"For crying out loud!" Veil's voice screeched through the walkie talkie. "You are all on the same blasted side!"

Mach took the walkie talkie off of his belt and spoke into it, confused.

"What are you talking about? Since when?

Babylon winced as the sharp pain in his chest grew worse as Richard stepped harder on his chest. He grabbed his brother's foot and tried lifting it or knocking it off his chest, but it was useless. Richard was far stronger than Babylon in many different areas and his brother knew it, grinning as he tried to crush Babylon’s ribs with his boot. Babylon tried his hardest to defend himself, from spitting at his brother to trying to bite his brother’s ankle, none of it worked in his favour.

Babylon out a loud cry as he felt something crack, causing Richard to laugh and remove his foot from Babylon's chest. Babylon wheezed and coughed, trying desperately to breathe. The pain in his chest was almost unbearable, especially to someone of his size. He tried to roll over onto his side to aid his recovery, but was stopped when his brother kicked him hard in the back and sent him sprawling onto his stomach.

Babylon rolled his neck and spat on the ground; he had gotten tired of all of this. He closed his eyes and used his remaining energy to use the darkness around them and send it flying at Richard, causing multiple black tendrils to reach out and wrap themselves around Richard’s limbs.

Babylon rolled onto his back and stared at his brother; grinning evilly at the utter fear in his brother’s eyes. He then willed the tendrils to try and crush his brother, squeezing all of the air out of his lungs. Once he felt like that was enough, Babylon used the tendrils and threw his brother to the side, watching as Richard’s head almost cracked on the stone wall.

Babylon’s father came rushing into the room moments later, confused about all the commotion happening inside the cell. He looked into his son’s eyes as Babylon slowly got to his feet, a little hunched over and wheezing.

“Touch me, and that happens to you, Father.”

Babylon grinned, blood on his teeth, and willed his father to come and attack him, so that he could finally have his revenge for everything that happened that night so many years ago.

With two basketball sized hunks of concrete hurling towards his head Rawhide knew he had to time his next actions just right. With his entire body, save for his arms, still pinned to the wall he had just enough reach and quick enough reflexes to literally grab the first concrete ball out of the air-for a moment it looked like him and Sorceress were playing a bizarre game of catch. Pulling his arm back as he aimed the recently caught concrete he readied himself to throw it at the other incoming ball of rubble. In his mind he was certain that if his aim was good enough to hit the incoming concrete he could effectively destroy it, or at the very least knock it off course.

Unfortunately he never got the chance.

"For crying out loud!" Veil practically yelled, the piercing female voice in his ear completely catching Rawhide off guard. The momentary surprise was enough to make Rawhide lose his focus at just the right moment, the incoming concrete slab colliding with his head in a rather painful looking explosion of gray dust. “You're all on the same blasted side!”

The way his head now ached he was finding that harder and harder to believe.

Out of the corner of his eye Rawhide saw what looked like an odd combination of a laser light show and an acrobatic act, which in actuality was Warlock and Mach battling away. As Rawhide listened to Veil explain the situation/berate both he an Mach a thousand thoughts raced through his mind, most of which weren't good. His thought process went a little something like

Just who was Veil? I mean, sure, up to this point shes been rather helpful but shes also just some mysterious woman who hacked my com channel. For all I really know shes the whole mastermind behind the prison riots, and these two energy wielding weirdos are her goons. Mach seems slightly legit though, at least hes punching other people-but then maybe it was a trap for both of us. It could also be...

Mind begging to spin with the possibilities Rawhide's temper flared in agitation and he decided to settle the dilemma as he did most things: head on. His fists began hammering away at the wall behind him until he broke himself free, comically running towards the three other heroes like a mad man with huge chunks of wall still clinging to his body due to the energy shackles.

”HOLD ON!” He roared at the group as another ball of debris collided with his face, causing him to stagger for a moment. Quickly regaining his balance he barked again “I said hold on damnit!” He wiped the new layer of dust off. “Just a quick show of hands, HONESTLY, who is here to fight bad guys?!” Rawhide asked in the simplest of terms possible, his own muscular arm stretched upwards into the air as if to say I am.

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"He requires your presence, Soldier, and He is much displeased."

The words of the messenger echoed in the mind of the Soldier as he approached the Stone Throne. It stood upon the summit of a great asteroid, one that had been tamed and held in place by great anchors. It was there, stuck in position in the fabric of space and time, to serve as a beacon of judgement for those that failed Him. He knelt before the Stone Throne, and awaited His judgement.

You know why you have been summoned here?

The throne did not move, and so he was forced to still kneel. "Yes, Master."

"Then you know why I am displeased.

Yes, Master."

Suddenly, a loud chuckle echoed around the Asteroid. It was loud, god-like and made the hairs on the back of the Soldier's neck stand up. Next, the Stone Throne began to crack at it's edges and lift up from the ground it was made from, bits of rock still falling from it as the jets underneath pushed it up. It then began to turn, revealing His face. He appeared to the Soldier as a muscular and tanned man appearing not that much older than 30, with long unruly black hair and red eyes. He wore a pair of black shorts with an orange and red sash covering his right leg, a red headband, and a metal gauntlet and spiked pauldron covering his left arm. Looking at him, it gave the Soldier the impression that his Master had seen many battles and overcome all of them. He looked hardened, scarred, and very much alive despite that.

Besides the throne were women, around four on each side, and were dressed like slaves, you could tell that they were. It made the Soldier shudder to think that could become of someone should they be enslaved by his Master.

The Eternal One chuckled and held his hands together, before leaning and staring at his servant.

"Well then, make your case, Soldier."

The Soldier spluttered and tried to speak, but ended a few seconds later by bowing his head. "I have nothing to say, Master."

The Eternal One laughed and rose from his throne, which caused the Soldier to shake in terror. He paced the space between the two armrests of his throne, not taking his eyes off of the failure before him.

"Of course you don't, because I don't allow wretches like you to speak to me. You have failed me, like so many before you, and you know what happened to them, so I don't need to explain it. Your mission to sow deceit and lies in the Human Government is a failure, and now you have allowed the human populace to become enhanced. You are a waste of space, you wretch and you will be treated as such."

He sat back down in the Throne and clicked his fingers, causing two of the Guards to seize the 'wretch' as he called him. The Guards then dragged the man forwards and up the steps of the Throne, before forcing him to his knees on the last step before the Throne.

"Sa'Eyra," The Eternal One clicked his fingers and spoke. Give me my blade, Now.

The Soldier closed his eyes and held his head low; he knew his punishment was a fate worse than death.

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Both Max and Iris' phones started to ring, they couldn't hear from the battle, but shortly after, Rawhide and Mach had stopped fighting, Mach checking a walkie talkie from his belt. Max pulled out his phone, just in case. Iris did the same and they both found a few texts from one particular person, someone named "Veil," an unfamiliar name to both the twins. They all read;

"For crying out loud! You're all on the same blasted side!"

"We have much bigger problems. A fellow 'hero' is being beaten inside,"

"Rawhide and Mach you still need to help in the courtyard to assist our group against that killer. You two, Iris and Max, need to use whatever power you used to get into the prison and help out the young hero."

"So could you please stop this nonsense and actually save people's lives?"

'Well, how convenient.' Max start to telepathically speak with his sister. 'Well, it could be a trap,' His sister replied.

'Well, duh, but, it could also be not a trap.'

'I'm not gonna even respond to that.'

'But you just did.'

'Shut up and get back in the fight, you big doofus.'

'On another topic, you're usually the naive one that decides to trust everyone. I guess the tables have turned.'

'I'm not saying I don't trust it, I just- Why don't you just get back into the fight...'

"HOLD ON!" Rawhide cried out as a concrete slab smashed into his face. "I said hold on dammit!" He uproared again. "Alright, alright, we're holding on, keep your bloody socks on," Max said as he got off the ground and brushed himself off. “Just a quick show of hands, HONESTLY, who is here to fight bad guys?!” Iris hand shot up like a rocket while Max stretched his arms and legs, making a small snapping sound with each turn before twisting his neck from side to side, making another two snaps before putting his lanky arm up in the air as well. "Oh well, would you look at that."

[Veil] was on the verge of snapping at them again as she had a bite of her Ben & Jerry's ice cream, but as she listened to the conversation continue as well as [Rawhide]'s simplistic and possibly a tad childish way of sorting everything out seemed to be working as she watched the hands raise, one at a time, into the air. The nearby camera caught all of it on display as well as the actions of everyone moving through the prison.

"Uhm as heart warming as all this is, people are still dying or about to die and so on," [Veil] had a problem with connecting with people, not that she had a problem with it, but she did always tend to stick with facts and logic rather than emotions. I mean how could she get too worked up over people she was watching on a screen after all. "So is everything settled with this little pow wow? Who wants to be hero tonight instead of just somebody in a costume? Anybody forgot what I said was happening around here and need me to repeat myself?"

The camera was at an odd angle as well as having not an impressive resolution so she couldn't make out the expressions of anybody in the group so [Veil] had no edea who would respond first but she hoped someone we start the gears by saying something productive. Would it be [Sorceress], [Mach], [Warlock], or [Rawhide]?

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”HOLD ON!” Mach's head whipped around as the roar of Rawhide's voice came from that direction, and Mach was quick enough to turn around to see the concrete slab collide with his face. As funny as Mach thought it was, he knew that it wasn't a time for joking, and he kept a stern face to the best of his ability. “I said hold on damnit!”

"Alright, alright, we're holding on, keep your bloody socks on," Mach's head then snapped back to the boy he had been beating up a few moments ago. He scowled at the boy and then taunted him a little, but Rawhide didn't want him to attack, so he wouldn't attack as much as he wanted to out of respect for his new comrade.

“Just a quick show of hands, HONESTLY, who is here to fight bad guys?!” Mach watched as the girl's hand shot up into the sky like a rocket, before he saw that Rawhide stretched his arm to the sky as well. Before Mach could raise his arm, his eyeline was caught by the snapping sounds coming from over in the boy's direction. It was an odd thing that he was doing, Mach thought, but then he raised his arm into the air.

"I'd rather not call them 'bad guys' but whatever." Mach raised his arm into the air at lightning speed, before looking around everyone and seeing that all of their arms were up in the air. It seemed Veil was right, we were not enemies after all.

"Uhm as heart warming as all this is, people are still dying or about to die and so on," Veil's voice buzzed through the walkie talkie on Mach side, causing him to jump a little in shock. "So is everything settled with this little pow wow? Who wants to be hero tonight instead of just somebody in a costume? Anybody forgot what I said was happening around here and need me to repeat myself?"

Mach cracked his neck a little and outstretched the digits on his hands, before looking around everyone and coughing, vibrating his vocal chords to make himself sound more imposing.
"Right, listen up! We've seen what's happened here, the destruction that has been caused, the lives that have been lost and the evil that has been released. Now it is our job to stop them. It doesn't matter whether or not you're muscular, your fast or you can use magic, nor does it matter if you're big, small, skinny or large, we are a team now because we are needed to be. This isn't about us and our foolish bravado anymore, because up in those corridors and in these courtyards, people are dying, dying without any chance of surviving and no hope of doing so. We are the last stand, we have to stop this now, and we will continue to stop these things from happening whenever they arise. Do you understand? We are now holding up this world, like the Titan Atlas did before us, we are the last hope for the survival of peace and freedom. Now, who's with me?"

Bad guys. Did I really just call them bad guys? Hopefully nobody noticed that... Rawhide thought to himself slightly embarrassed. To his dismay Mach, as if on cue, responded with "I'd rather not call them 'bad guys' but whatever."

Of course somebody'd fuckin notice...just my luck. Rawhide thought as his face flushed a deep scarlet, his blushing made him thank god that he wore a full faced mask and no one would be able to see. Atleast his outburst had brought a momentary ceasefire among the group, each person having eventually raised their hand in response to his question. Unless one of them was lying they were all, in fact, on the same side.

"Uhm as heart warming as all this is, people are still dying or about to die and so on, So is everything settled with this little pow wow? Who wants to be hero tonight instead of just somebody in a costume? Anybody forgot what I said was happening around here and need me to repeat myself?“

No, Rawhide didn't need Veil to repeat herself. There were other powered individuals in the courtyard who apparently needed help, and with the vast amount of skills Rawhide had just witnessed he was sure they could turn the tide of whatever stalemate was going on. Then Mach started to speak again, his voice more ear catching then anything Rawhide had heard from the man before.

"Right, listen up! We've seen what's happened here, the destruction that has been caused, the lives that have been lost and the evil that has been released. Now it is our job to stop them. It doesn't matter whether or not you're muscular, your fast or you can use magic, nor does it matter if you're big, small, skinny or large, we are a team now because we are needed to be. This isn't about us and our foolish bravado anymore, because up in those corridors and in these courtyards, people are dying, dying without any chance of surviving and no hope of doing so. We are the last stand, we have to stop this now, and we will continue to stop these things from happening whenever they arise. Do you understand? We are now holding up this world, like the Titan Atlas did before us, we are the last hope for the survival of peace and freedom. Now, who's with me?"

Something about the sudden speech was...moving? Rawhide wasn't sure what the word for it was but he felt a slight chill, like what Mach had said was true. Even more importantly for a moment Rawhide believed everything Mach had said. Suddenly full of even more adrenaline Rawhide visibly bounced up and down as if a boxer while absent mindidly popping the knuckles on his right hand with a loud crack.

“Well then what are we all waiting for? Let's go make a difference.” Without looking back Rawhide took off into the courtyard, sure his companions were right behind him.

Somewhere...somewhere out there in the dark, infinite space there is a special realm, unseen by all, the Ivory Tower of the Master of the Arcane Arts, Doctor Infinity. Infinity garbed in his mystical robes, looked down into a pool of the most clearest and purest water one could ever hope to find. It was the mystical Augury, an object of great magical power that can scry the known universe revealing to the user, omens of the future. And the future looked bleak. A great evil is returning to throw the very Universe into a state of chaos. The Eternal One, has returned, and it seems his sights maybe set on the planet, his home, of Earth. Geoffrey was worried about the current state of his home that he has not seen for hundreds of years now. So much has changed in the span of time that he has been away, helping other races of beings against the many evils that fester within this great existence of theirs.

It wasn't before long that the image of Earth being assaulted by the Eternal One was erased and replaced with an image of the Council of the First. It was difficult to tell what exactly they looked like, having wearing hooded robes that concealed their entire bodies. He did know that they were much larger than a human and are definitely far older and wiser. He listened as the Council voiced their concerns about the return of the Eternal One. A concern that the Doctor shares as well. They commanded he meet them in their Chamber as the Doctor prepared to teleport himself directly before them. Soon he left the comforts of his sanctuary as he entered the round chamber room of the Council of the First. "This must be gravely serious, if the Council feels that I must meet them for a physical audience." Infinity spoke.

"Tis true, Master of the Infinity Soul, the Mana Force has spoken to us, as it has surely spoken with you." Spoke a Councilman. "The Mana speaks of a true threat to the Universe, a being we have long since philosophized to be the living embodiment of Pride, the Eternal One." Spoke the Head of the Council. There was a hush amongst the council as even Doctor Infinity tensed up. It has long since been the duties of the Hosts of the Infinity Soul to defeat the Seven Sins from the Universe. Yet, to go as far as to suggest one being can so perfectly encompass the Sin of Pride, then his power must be that of legends. "As the Council of the First, it is our solemn duty to create a Universe of peace, but in order to do so the very Avatars of Evil must be cleansed from existence." The Head spoke. "Of course, I do understand, but members of the Council if I may question, have we truly found one of the Avatars of the Seven Sins?" Doctor Infinity spoke aloud. The Council of the First muttered amongst themselves over Geoffrey's inquiry.

As they discussed in private they finally spoke aloud to Geoffrey. "The Mana works in ways that are mysterious, even to us, so called Sages. Yet, the Mana has given strong indication that The Eternal One maybe one of the Avatars, despite the lack of an apparent truth, we as the Council cannot afford to ignore this Eternal One." The Head responded. "Then, is it the wish of the Council for me to confront this Eternal One?" Doctor Infinity asked. "No, it is not yet time to face the Eternal One in combat...for now, we wish you to remain vigilant and act only when The Eternal One decides to strike." The Head quickly responded. Doctor Infinity bowed before this request. "One last thing must be brought up to discussion before our champion departs." A Councilman reminded their Head. "Yes, the matter of Earth troubles us greatly." He spoke. Geoffrey perked up as the Council seemed to have misgivings about his homeworld. Naturally concerned Doctor Infinity spoke, "What seems to be the matter with Earth?" The Head looked down upon the Doctor as he spoke with a heavy sigh.

"The Mana may reveal many things but one thing it cannot is the Future, merely, omens of the Future can be given and the Future of Earth is hidden within darkness. The Earth is going through a tumultous time of a change and the outcome of said change may greatly affect the rest of the Universe." He spoke. The Doctor was taken aback of what he was saying, is the Earth really becoming such a focal point in the Universe? As far as he could tell, the Earth lived in bliss of the great, wide Universe, nothing but an insignificant speck compared to the infinity of the Universe. He was quite happy the Earth drew no great attention like so many other planets that have long since created vast Empires that alter the course of history every where. Is it Earth's time to join such recognition and become a power player in the Universe? "Please tell me, what is happening on my home that would bring about such great change?" He asked greatly worried. "The Humans have come into contact with great power, power that is altering them, changing them into something far beyond what is considered Human. They are radically gaining fantastic powers and abilities and it is this quick and sudden change that brings about a great mystery that must be solved. Some way, some how, these Humans will forever change the scope of their planet either saving it or dooming it. Whether they be friend or foe, remains to be seen." The Head rambled on.

Doctor Infinity stood their, silent for sometimes as he mulled over the Council's words. He wasn't quite sure what was happening but since it was happening to his home, he felt obligated to learn more and find some way to help steer in on the course for good. With resolve in his eyes he stares up to the Council and speaks, "I may not be aware of the events on my own planet, but I shall consult the Augury and I will watch these Empowered Humans and determine if they are a threat to us." He spoke aloud. "That is all we ask of thee, Doctor Infinity." The Head spoke. After they each bowed their heads, Doctor Infinity was dismissed as he returned to the Ivory Tower. He once again peered within the ever clear pool as the Augury showed him of Earth, specifically Shadow Isle prison as a group of empowered individuals fight to quell the violent uprising occurring over the island. So far it seemed the situation has been mostly detained, yet the fight with Agent 16 holds his undivided attention. He watched on, wondering which side will be triumphant in this conflict.

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It had gone on for too long, FAR too long.

He had fought this man to a standstill so many times, but he was not going to fight until another standstill happened again. As soon as the two went for each other again, Agent 16 used his bionic arm to punch his opponent in the forehead before running at them and tackling them down onto the stone, using as much strength as he could to lift both of them out of the hole they had created for themselves and back onto regular ground.

He began to smash the man in different areas so hard that he broke the shield multiple times, before he used his rifle and parts of broken debris to attack the man's head and leave him battered and bloodied. He threw the man back down into the hole, thinking he was dead, but little did he know that the man was still very much alive, just unconscious.

He looked around, seeing if there was anyone else left for him to take down, and noticed two men off in this distance, heading his way. He grinned evilly and walked towards them, brandishing his combat knife and handgun.