Thunder's Story

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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.

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?

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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.))

"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.

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

"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.

"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."

Rawhide grinned beneath his mask “Business first. Right. Time is money and all that.” He answered back, his gruff voice even rougher sounding due to his leather mask. Without another word he began following her instructions on how to navigate the prison, a feat which he realized would have been impossible on his own simply due to the fact of the shear size of the place. Add to that the rubble from explosions and rioting and the prison had truly become a labyrinth of sorts.

Rawhide wasn't used to working with a partner, not even one who was simply a voice in his ear. No, he was used to working alone and that's why he was so surprised when he realized just how useful his unseen companion was. On three separate occasions Veil's guidance and eagle's eye view of the prison had allowed him to catch groups of inmates by surprise, his enhanced strength and nearly impenetrable skin making short work of the enemies he encountered. Having been filled in on more information of the prison and other heroes one the scene. She also explained how there was a group of Prison guards being tortured in the cafeteria by a group of inmates.

At the words '”torture” Rawhide could feel his face turn red with anger, he quickly answered back “Yeah, lets go there first. Then you can send me towards one of those other masked maniacs here to help.” It wasn't long before Veil had guided him towards two large doors with the bold lettering of “Cafeteria” printed above them.

"Oh, and by the way." Veil chimed in his ear yet again. “"I put on your favorite song right as you enter. Good luck"

At this Rawhide literally let out a laugh, unable to help himself. “Allright then, lets do this Veil. On Three...”

He heard all the lights in the other room turn off with a loud switching sound, followed by a confused commotion.

“..Two..”

He heard the tune of his favorite song roar to life, drowning out the already confused chaos in the other room. It was Motorheads “Ace of Spades.” and Rawhide could only smile at the fright the loud upbeat tempo had probably caused the men on the other side.

“..ONE!” He roared, kicking at the base of door while pulling backwards on the door handle. The motion combined with his superior strength literally tore the sturdy door off of its hinges, not losing any momentum Rawhide rushed into the room still clutching the door as if it were a makeshift shield.

The large darkened room held a number of men, at least eight of them in bright orange jumpsuits stood in the center of the room. Rawhide could make them out clearly due to the large beam of light shining from some unseen camera, no doubt a little more help from his new friend Veil.

Focusing his atack on the mass of inmates infront of him Rawhide took the door he still clutched in hand and hurled it towards the group, the massive object taking out three men in a bone shattering mess by shear luck.

The large group of inmates hesitated for a moment, seeing such a large chunk of their forces so effortlessly taken out clearly having some sort of psychological effect on them. Then they remembered they had guns, a fact made apparent by the thunderous roars that filled the air and lit the room.

As the firefight bathed the room in chaotic light Rawhide saw, to his hidden horror, the remains of what had been the prison guards held captive. What the inmates had done to them was unspeakable. Using the new found anger and adrenaline Rawhide continued his mad dash forward, the deadly hail of bullets bouncing off his body like cheap plastic pellets from an airsoft gun .

Reaching the group with his arms covering his eyes Rawhide trampled over the first man due to shear momentum only to have the assailant's head on his right explode from a ricochet bullet. Now covered in fresh, warm, blood Rawhide threw himself at the man on his left who was still futily shooting (and annoying) Rawhide. The repeated blows from the mans automatic weapon had become slightly noticeable by the blotchy bruise forming on Rawhides shoulder, a fact that obviously angered the masked man as he grabbed hold of the inmate by his jumpsuit and flung him like a medicine ball towards his jumpsuited comrades.

Three of the prisoners were nimble enough to have avoided the flying ragdoll that was their ally, but the scrawniest of the group had either not been quick enough or paying enough attention, a fact evident as the flying jumpsuit collided with scrawny inmate in a loud painful heap on the floor. Niether got back up.

“What are you?!” A rather toothless looking inmate yelled in between shots of his rifle. A moment later a loud 'click' sounded out, signifying he was out of ammo.

Lou tried to think of something smart or clever to say, something all cool and “Rawhide” sounding. But all he could think of was the sight of the mutilated prison guards not more then twenty feet away from him. Instead he rushed the man, taking a good number of rounds to the gut before grasping his enemies rifle and fiercely smashing it into his face. He then tore the weapon from his grasp.

Holding the newly won rifle like a club Rawhide had to stop himself from beating the man to death, which in Rawhide's opinion he truly deserved. But Rawhide had to at least try and [i]act[/i[ like a hero. So instead of crushing the mans skull like a cantaloupe Rawhide hit him square between the eyes with the butt of the rifle, immediately sending the man into unconsciousness.


“Allright Veil.” Rawhide spoke to seemingly no one while making sure to keep his back to the dead guards, unable to meet their empty gaze. “The Cafeteria is...clear.” He finished disheartened, leaving out the gory details.

"Name's Mach, and my little speed's gonna kick your ass, your godliness." The villain laughed with cockiness. He knew this was his battle to win, his battle to conquer. He kneeled back to the ground, motioning his fingers, taunting Mach with ease. He was attempting something he had seen so many times on the 'television'. The hero, as much as he hated the word, with almost the same abilities as Thunder, would vibrate the ground to his will, shaking the surroundings in particular, almost like a mini-quake.

Thunder shook the ground, looking back up at Mach, eyes filled with white as they rolled to the back of his head. His lips mumbled with tension, body almost twitching as he collapsed, holding onto his ribs as blood dripped like a red rose from the edge of his nose.

The ceiling was beginning to fall in, his vision was blurred to a halt, and he could feel his internal organs bleeding from the inside, almost caving in like cave itself. He crawled towards Mach, slamming his hand against the stone cold steel floor with hatred and anger. "You..Can't..I..Must..Gor-.." His whispers came to a halt, closing his eyes and entering his final breath as his eyes closed, his last vision of nothing..but blue.



Thunder walked forward into the prison, looking up as the helicopters kept their eyes on him and looking back as the guards kept their guns on him. He entered the main dock, almost at his prison door as he turned, shocked in horror. It was humongous, a literal monster, a beast. Covered entirely in black fur, it's snout a bit brown and its eye's filled with nothing but death.

"Nice fur." One of the guards joked in fear, almost trying to calm down the mood of the unexpected giant. The beast turned around, sniffing the air as it spoke, it spoke, but only to crush and crumble. It's words hit the men, including Thunder himself like an iron sword.



"You think you are safe? You think your silly cells will hold me? You think I won't find you? I will find you. I will have you, and I. Will. Kill. You." The giant gorilla slammed its paws back and forth against the cells within the walls like a madman. Scaring the guards as it forced itself into its cell, sitting back as it positioned, almost waiting to strike, to break out.

Gor had a plan. Splendid indeed.

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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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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.