March 12th, 2045, 9:15am: Atlas City, North Carolina, USA
Day 2The sun shone brilliantly over the magnificent Atlas City. The glass skyscrapers glittered, the smooth beaches glowed, and even the brutalist concrete monoliths of decades before managed to take on a more natural life to them. Light has always had qualities to it that provide both seen and unseen benefits, to all life on Earth. It can be easy to take for granted, but today, a great many Atlasians decided to take advantage of it and enjoy it.
Despite the beaches not being at their Summer Time prime, they managed to attract a fair number of people, those who had the time to make it for a day off, or before heading to work.
Further down the beach, away from where the hero Cannonade sat relaxing, a man paced back and forth across the sands of the beach, frantically checking and rechecking his phone. He chewed his lip anxiously, turning over the events of yesterday in his mind, over and over again. The man was dressed in simple, non-descript clothes, just a golf shirt and pants, which hid quite effectively who he really was. Francis Stalwell, the High Deacon of the Atlas City chapter of the Witchfinders. The man who had been behind the terror attack at Atomic Anne’s diner yesterday.
It had been a complete disaster, a mountain of a failure. However, Francis had plans to turn this around, to make an absolute victory, a comeback from the defeat they had just suffered.
He huffed and sighed, trying to release the tension inside of him out into the air.
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Further down the beach, Wilhelmina Wright was doing her own walking, and thinking, a little closer to people, though without the intention to be. She was trying to clear her head, refocus herself and figure out what the best way forward with Victoria was now. Things were complicated, to say the absolute least, and as much as she tried to convince herself that they could be made simple, the pit in her stomach told her otherwise.
She stared anxiously at her phone, at Victoria’s contact profile, thumb hovering over the call button. Wilma cursed under her breath as she worked up the courage to do what she felt she had to. This was, of course, battling against what her mind told her was actually best to do.
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Francis had come to his decision. He was going to call his contacts, and they were going to go all out. Today. He wanted fifty Balthazar’s here, and enough of the Fire and Salt for a hundred of his best men in the area. They were going to rip the city apart to finally put that demoness, Yue Bayushi, out of their misery, as well as every other cape and vigilante that chose to pop up in this awful city.
Fire. Salt. They were going to purge this city. They were going to…
Someone caught his eye, further down the beach. He recognized the woman, but wasn’t sure from where. Something about her… Had he seen her in the news? He checked his phone quickly, finding something odd about her. He looked through recent articles from the last few days… And his eyes landed on a gossip article. Vicki Vortex might be in Atlas City? And pictured with her in ‘reference photos’ from others shows? Her agent, Wilhelmina Wright.
Francis looked back towards the woman before him, a grin growing greater on his face. Vicki Vortex? With their agent in hand, the Witchfinders might be able to drag the superstar out of hiding, get he in the open, exposed. If the Witchfinders executed one of America’s most famous Super Celebs, that would send quite the message.
He put his phone away as he began to make his way down the beach.
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Wilma swallowed down her nervousness and ‘better judgement’, and dialed Victoria. After only a ring or two, the other line was picked up, Vicki only saying hello, more as a question than a greeting.
“Victoria, it’s Wilma. Listen, I wanted to talk about earlier…”Vicki was silent, not saying anything in response, leaving open air for Wilma to respond. And feel the sting that Vicki felt.
“I’m sorry I left under such… Tense circumstances. And I’m sorry about the bodyguard situation. I know you must hate it, but…”______________________________________________________
Unbeknownst to Wilma, and unseen by Francis, the ocean waters next to them, lapping and splashing gently against the shoreline, began to lap and splash with decreasing severity. They quieted, steadied, and began to withdraw… The waters receded further and further back from the beach.
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Francis was getting eerily close to Wilma, he’d need to plan some way to capture her and make it at least partly discreet… But he was still about a hundred feet away or so, and she would likely make her way away from the beach soo-
That was when he noticed the water level. What was going on? Why had it receded so much?
He looked out to the water just in time to notice…
A man.
Walking out of the water.
But this wasn’t a normal looking man. He seemed out of time. His hair was black, and slicked back. He had a pencil thin mustache that appeared to have been from as far back as the 1920’s or 1930’s. And his suit… A brown tweed three piece that absolutely was from the early 20th century.
The man staggered slowly from the water, completely drenched, water pouring off his body. His gaze was empty, vacant, the sort as if he’d just seen a terrible accident, the kind that ends up in history books.
And in his hands, he held a vintage, double barrel shotgun.
Francis froze as the man continued watching, staring forward at the city, not even taking notice of the civilian clothed Witchfinder.
“Are… Are you alright buddy?” Francis asked nervously, looking from the gun to the man’s face.
“Run…” Was all he managed to whisper out in a raspy voice.
“W-what?”“I SAID RUN YOU IMBECILES!!! ALL OF YOU RUN!!!” He cried out in a voice somewhere between rage and insanity. He fired off a shot into the sand before him, causing a small explosion of dust in the ground.
“RUN!!!”And with that, the man in the brown tweed suit took off running towards the city, leaving Francis completely stunned and in shock. What just happened?
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Wilma dropped to the sand at the sound of the gunshot, looking behind her as a man wearing a brown suit took off towards the city. She could hear Vicki on the other end demanding to know what was going on.
“I- I don’t know Vicki… I need to get out of here right now.” She felt the pit opening up wide in her stomach as she looked around frantically.
“Victoria… Listen, I have to tell you something, I- I can’t leave it any longer. I’m sorry for everything from last night and this morning. I want to keep you safe… I want to protect you… I… Vicki I -”Before she could say anything else, Wilma was cut off when she noticed a shadow now looming over her. It was coming from the water.
The shadow not only covered her, but Francis Stalwell too. The two looked next to them, to the waters, looked up, and the last thing Vicki heard coming from Wilma’s phone was blood curdling screams.
Francis, Wilma, and any others on the beach cried out in unfathomable terror before a thick, green and black mist enveloped them. More screams came through Vicki’s phone, before turning to static, and finally the line was dropped.
The last things Francis and Wilma could think of was the sensation of their bodies being dissolved.
Decayed.______________________________________________________
The radio had clicked on again, this time switching to music instead of a talk show. CCR's 'Bad Moon Rising' began to lilt through the room as Richard looked out to the ocean from his balcony, watched as the horizon began to disappear, and stared in utter horror at what stood before it. He’d nearly dropped the second coffee he had made himself.
His whole body shook, stomach both empty from the sense of absolute defeat, yet on fire with tension and fear of this incarnation of death that stood before him. Richard’s eyes were wide, mouth hung open, and mind whirred through a million questions and uncertainties.
There was no way this could be real.______________________________________________________
What stood before the city now, having lifted itself out of the beautiful ocean waters, was some hideous, indescribable monster. It stood at roughly 300 to 400 feet tall, the height of some apartment buildings in the city, taller than others even. Its shape was some malformed, wretched piecemeal mound of color and substance that should not be bound together.
The majority of the beast appeared to be made up of thick, green patches of rotten, fetid flora, a strange mixture between mold or mildew, lichen, moss, and fungus. What appeared to be dead, white, hollowed out trunks of trees were placed helter skelter across the surface of the monster, with a foul, putrid brown sludge pouring out from each one. While it might be difficult to see from afar, up close the sludge could be seen to have chunks mixed into it, some indiscernible, but some almost certainly were flesh and bone.
An unnatural pinky-white fleshy substance could be seen protruding in some areas, highlighted by red veins that crisscrossed over their surfaces. The flesh itself appeared bubbly, misshapen, like some kind of diseased growths or tumors. But upon this flesh sat another, and the dead flora. somehow more sickening substance.
It was thick, furry, and came in shades of green and black. It looked like some kind of mold or mildew, with uncomfortably prickly looking spikes acting as outgrowths, as if trees growing in a field. But the moldy field was not at all field like. It formed into hundreds, thousands even, of gaping little holes, wrapping around the pink flesh as if an external honeycomb structure.
The moldy substance would tense and relax periodically, causing the holes to shrink, then widen again, as each hole was breathing in unison. In, and then out. The pink fleshy substance it clung to pulsated and thrummed with some unnatural life to it, appearing like it was feeding the mold, or being fed by it.
As the creature began to settle into it’s current position, bits of the thick greenness on its form pulled back, tensing up as the pulled back into fleshy circles that throbbed, also as if they were breathing. Like larger versions of the honeycombed mold on the beast. As these larger ones pulsated, they would open and close like toothless mouths, spewing out more vile substances, a lighter brown in color, though sometimes appearing as a vibrant orange color.
After a moment of standing there, the front of the beast began to crack open, the lower half of it’s front descending to reveal a green, black, and unnaturally colored and textured hole, with stringy bits of flesh and decay connecting vertically from the top to the bottom of the cave.
Of course, this wasn’t some ‘cave’, or arbitrary opening. It was a mouth, which it announced with a bellowing roar louder than anything anyone on Earth had likely heard in their lives. The booming, monstrous sound echoed past the ends of the cities, beyond even Olympus Heights, outside of the town itself. The buildings within a block or two of the monster experienced their windows shattering, people were knocked over, some were made deaf, luckier ones only temporarily so.
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Cannonade, who was close to the beach, felt their body fall backwards as the force of the roar knocked them back. Their ears rung for a few moments as they tried to regain their bearings, to try to understand what had just happened.
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The roar was heard across town, be it in the tenements of Olympus Heights, a grocery store, the outskirts of town, the Atlas City Heroes building, the NAHLA headquarters, or even offices being rented by SINS.
Everyone heard. Everyone knew. Everyone would see.
Nothing in human history could compare. ______________________________________________________
Manfred Paper Services occupied one of the top floors of the Michelin Office Building, taking up the entire floor for their own operations. Of course, they didn’t actually have anything to do with paper, being a front name SINS used to establish more covert locations across the country.
Peter watched out the windows facing the ocean as the strange monster made its presence very known. His face was unreadable, lacking in emotion as texts quickly came in, followed by a quick phone call. Superiors, even above SINS itself, were already passing down orders. This was the sort of thing they couldn’t train you for, but you had to be ready for. He let out a soft sigh as he punched some numbers into his phone and made a call.
Both Sairyn and Ivetta’s phones rang, and once they picked up, they were greeted by Peter’s voice.
“Sairyn, Ivetta. Hope you’re both having a wonderful morning so far. Listen, I just got orders from the top, so I’m passing them along to you in advance so you can get a move on. Sairyn, we’re gonna be taking a team of NAHLA boys and girls and sending them to the Fusion Reactor. It’s the highest priority next to killing this creature. But the orders for yourself, and the contract you’re being offered Ivetta” is a little more complicated.”He pulled the phone away from his ear as he quickly sent something to both their phones.
“I just sent you both a map of where I need you to be. Downtown area, about 2 or 3 blocks from the beach, mostly residential, housing etc. Uncle Sam is asking that you get every man, woman, child, cat, and dog out of that area ASAP. The higher ups are going to completely flatten the area and drop a hefty piece of artillery down. Gonna try to shoot this thing dead. Time is of the essence, so please start immediately. Oh yes, and your country thanks you for your service.”With that he hung up the phone and placed it back in his pocket, turning to the other SINS agents that were close by, many staring out the windows.
“Everyone, I need you to back up every last bite of data we have in here onto secure hard drives. I want this operation mobile in thirty minutes. Nina, gonna need your help with some escorting. Escorting all this data and equipment.”He looked back out the window one last time to gaze at the behemoth that stood there now.
What a way to start the day.
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Richard was already kitted out in his White Death attire, stuffing the last bits of equipment he needed into tote boxes he was stacking onto a dolly. He was taking pretty much every gun he had, and plenty of ammo to accompany, especially for Hrunting. There were also quite a large number of ammo cases placed inside the totes, too large for any of the guns he’d currently packed up…
He knew the chances of doing any damage to that monster was slim to none, but he was going to try. There were people out there that needed to be protected, to at least have a chance to get out, and that could not be ignored.
No matter the risk, there was innocent people, and he refused to let them be abandoned.……………………………………………………………………………………
He stood awkwardly in an elevator heading down to the basement parking lot, and his stack of totes bunched up into a corner. A tiny old lady, who couldn’t have been more than 5 feet tall, and was probably 70 or 80 years old, kept looking up at him.“Are you a supervillain?” She asked quite plainly.
Richard turned to look awkwardly at the tiny woman who stared up at him with squinty eyes. She seemed pretty frail, but evidently unconcerned by him despite her question. “Uhh… No? This is a combat fatigue?”She cocked her head to the side, narrowing her eyes more.
“So you’re a soldier then?”“I was, but not anymore. I gave that up…”She nodded understandingly.
“I see, I see. My husband was a soldier too, back in the Gulf War it was. He left the army too. I don’t know why, he didn’t talk much about it. He burned all his medals. Seemed strange to me, but he had his reasons, I know.”“Oh? What happened with him since?”She sighed wearily.
“He died of cancer 3 years back. I miss him terribly, but I’m going now to see my children and grandchildren in New Hampshire. It’s been a long time since I last saw them, so I’m very happy to be spending a few weeks with them.” She smiled pleasantly as she made this remark.
“Might want to make that a little longer…” He was quiet for a moment, before offering some quick advice. “Stick to the back roads that lead out of town, moving inland. Avoid the coast, with what’s going on outside.”“Oh, traffic is bad then?”Richard looked at her confused. “Well yes, but also the giant monster out there…”She seemed blissfully unaware of his statement.
“Oh thank you dearie, that’s very kind of you to offer advice. You really do seem like a nice young man, I’m glad the army didn’t change you too terribly much.”……………………………………………………………………………………
Richard had finally made it to the ground floor and already packed most of the gear he had into his International Scout II. In the back, the seats had been removed and replaced with something hidden under a beige tarp. It was hard to tell what it was, but it was fairly long.
He took a quick peak underneath to admire the .50 machine gun he’d had installed. There was a slight sigh and smile of relief, Richard feeling glad to know he’d might be walking into a giant fight, but that he’d still be armed. He had a decent variety of ammo as well, to ensure he’d be well equipped for the fight.
As Richard finished packing and hopped into the driver seat, he was reminded that whatever was waiting for him out there, he was equipped to rip, tear, and burn.