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Topic Started: Jun 5 2008, 02:53 PM (204 Views)
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Hell was opening up, bleeding into this world. Well, it could only be called hell. In actuality it was simply a gateway to another dimension where supreme amounts of demonic energy had gathered and stuck to everything there, creating in effect an entire universe that was theirs. That would be hell. And it was showing up in the middle of a crappy Midwestern town. A cigarette town. For anyone who doesn’t know, a cigarette town is for those small places where you barely have the time to finish a cigarette from where you reach the stop light signifying you entered town, to the sign that said you left it.

Hell it seemed, was a gaping porthole sucking in the few automobiles. Pouring out of the mouth were creatures of every shape, every variety a nightmare could contain. The very darkest imagination that lurked within mankind had spawned these monstrous entities. They roared and marched forth, planning to tear apart, corrupt and digest the human kind that rested within this city. At least that was their original plan. Problems did pop up to throw a monkey wrench into their plots. Four such wrenches really.

They stood in the middle of the road, their shoes and boots hammering down on the thick asphalt. The sun was setting behind them, which meant the hole to hell was to the east of them all. They were heroes. Super heroes in actuality, the first to let this world know they were here, watching out for them. Abigail Normal, AKA Ebony; Mai Naoko, AKA Starbrand; Charles Gonzales, AKA Monarch; And finally Eethaniel Hellsing, AKA Dirty Bastard.

They really weren’t good with code names.

First it was Starbrand, who took to the sky, a trail of golden heat following her body, even masking her face. She reached out with her hands and poured forth burning solar power across the onslaught of demons. They screamed and squealed as they were cooked, burnt and otherwise destroyed. She moved through the air, burning the creatures in a path, forcing them to stay contained within a small circle, a place where they could not escape. The first step to destroying them was containment. That was the job of Starbrand today.

Monarch was next, the newest member to the team. A former cop whose body had been fused with alien hardware until it took over and altered nearly everything about it. He would have been angry, he should have been. But he could hide his shape and lead the normal life with his family. Besides, when did a regular man get the chance to come out and kick ass as a superpowered hero? Never! However it is time to explain his abilities. For the alien technology crawled across him, making it so his body naturally produced what can only be described as electronic honey. From there came the ability to create technological bees to do his bidding, they came out of his skin, out of his mind, out of any technology he could lay a hand on. They did his bidding, interacted and interfaced with any piece of machinery imaginable, they also fused together to become whatever his mind willed of them.

Such as now, he imagined the mechanical bees to form together around his armored hands and fuse together to become a number of rather nasty looking guns. He grinned, always wanting to do something cool like this. The problem of course came that he really had no manly one liner that would cause the girls to jump into his arms for it. Oh well, cant win them all. The guns erupted, spewing forth bullets into the crowd of beasts that ripped and tore away flesh, turning them to the consistency of corn meal in seconds. Monarch marched forward like this, guns blazing, to clear a path for the rest of them.

Behind them marched Ebony. A hero from a lost civilization, she had an adoptive name brought to her on a whim, one that she ended up quite enjoying. She was clad in black, tight leather with hard metal edges, and metal braces on her wrists that seemed to be able to deflect any attack. She had no special abilities other then being incredibly strong and one of the most skilled fighter’s on the planet. Anything else would have been cheating. Her fist sailed and slammed right through the face of one monster that grew closer to the group. Her hand sliding all the way through and going to the other side, where she quickly grabbed the windpipe of another, twisted and pulled her arm back. Two dead without much work was quite a little triumph.

The warrior woman was not just content with flailing with her arms to defeat the beasts. A large metal pole sprung out from behind her coat, which she firmly grasped and swung, slamming open the skulls of several under developed beasts. Tooth, flesh, and other nasty bits hung in the air for brief moments before gravity claimed them.

The final of the group, and sadly the leader. Was an enigmatic young British man, out of a costume save a cheap suit and a cigarette between his lips. He was commonly called Eeth, a hero and well known monster slayer shoved into a position of proper hero now. He marched forward unheeded by the demonic forces advancing towards him. From his gentle pace he moved over and around corpses, doing his best not to step on the burned, bulleted, or smashed corpses that his comrades had created. He trusted in their abilities to do their jobs. As they undoubtedly trusted him to do his job. He was after all, the horrible magician and expert on all things strange, weird and nonsensical in the world.

They were silent today, besides grunts of work and calls of victory. Finally, what seemed like an eternity marching through the bodies of the dead demons and the twisted corpses of a human or two, they reached the mouth to hell. It took only a second for Eeth to understand it, for him to know it was a mouth to hell, he also thought of a good way to close it.

“Right, pain in the ass little buggers. Find somewhere else to go to.” Magic is a fickle thing sometimes, it never wants to work when you need it to, and will fuck you up when you don’t need it. But a little prep time goes a long, long way. In his pocket was a tiny trinket, a metal medallion with a few things painted on it, archaic notes to control and pull forth magic and reality. Quite frankly it was like chucking in a giant stitch into reality. It worked, as soon as the British man let loose the tiny bit of metal the hole to hell started to implode onto itself. Crushing the entrance and the hoards of beasts still clamoring to escape.

It took a few minutes, the different heroes finishing up their separate jobs for the evening. Monarch’s weapons faded away, the metal sheen that covered his body escaping in a pile of metallic bees vanishing into his back. Ebony wiped the demon guts and blood off her costume, and Starbrand landed next to the group.

“Not bad for our first field trip.” Was Eeth’s brilliant reply, his sly smile showing up from between strange glances.

“That was pretty good! We’re just like real super heroes.” Starbrand was the excited one of course. Even though she wasn’t trying to use her powers she was floating three inches off the ground, though she still made the walking motions.

“That is what we signed on for. To save the world. Even if it was saving it from itself. Next thing you know we’ll be going on about how we need a proper name.” Ebony gave a reply, her finger flicking off a nasty purple bit of goop that hung onto her shirt sleeve.

“That’s it! A name! Like Agents of ATLAS, or the awesome squad! Superdudes! The justice ducks!” Starbrand was really excited. This was the kind of thing she rather enjoyed to do.

“Justice ducks?” Monarch chimed in, an eyebrow raised. Actually confused about the situation.

“What about the authority?” Starbrand wasn’t bad when it came to ideas.

“We might get sued but eh. We’ll sleep on it.”

--

“I was the greatest villain ever known! I was feared! Respected! People shook in their boots at the very mention of my sacred name!” A marionette danced in the only light of the small basement lair. It was a rather sad little thing.

“The toymaster is still feared.” It was another marionette, a yes man to the first.

“I fought Ryu you know…almost beat him. We rewrote reality with our fighting.” Ryu was of course the world’s single most powerful being. He was also a completely lazy bastard. The marionette was also lying, he had never fought Ryu. Ryu had never even heard of this delinquent of disaster, this master of misdeeds. The villain was of course the toymaster, a rather third rate villain who was only known due to his battle with plushified students. He however had far greater plans, he wanted to be feared, to be respected, and to do that he had created a champion.

“You could have beaten him, if you had me back then.” Time to introduce his champion one would think. A single walking figure, stark in the doorway, the light washing from behind him, making him a towering shadow and dark figure. His voice was deep and his eyes were large, without mercy and seemed to devour the souls of anyone who dared look into them. The gleam of a giant sword hung on his back, a flapping trenchcoat swaying in non existent wind as he proudly entered his master’s domain. He was Mr. Froffy, the most dangerous muppet on the planet, and in reality under three feet tall.

“Ah, certainly. This time you are prepared to lead my forces into battle. To teach these cowardly humans their place beneath me, and my mighty toy empire!” Mr. Froffy took a few steps toward the marionette, instantly shrinking in size as he became closer. Making it clear that the doorway he had filled was in reality, just really really small.

“No matter what they got, I’ll beat it. I am after all, the best at what I do.” Mr. Froffy was extremely arrogant. Rather sad really. Who in reality feared a muppet?

Well you should.

--

Back in the aquarium the team had gathered. Without a proper name they basked in the glorious victory, their great achievement. There was beer, like all proper celebrations by these kinds of people tended to have. There were four of them now, a small enough team to be handled, but it just seemed like there was something missing. Though recruiting was the last thing on any of their minds. Monarch was off somewhere deep in his room, undoubtedly fiddling with some new kind of mechanical contraption that no one else could even imagine. Eeth sipped a beer and stared up at the ceiling, resting on the couch with a cigarette between his lips. His classic pose for victory, after all no other times did a cigarette taste as sweet.

It was Ebony and Starbrand who took the party by storm. Well no, not Ebony and Starbrand, their masks and costumes were long gone, replaced with much more relaxed and comfortable attire. It seemed that Abby was quite teasing Mai, because the younger girl was just a bit too young to drink properly. The stronger and older girl was drinking deep of her beer and keeping the younger hero at bay with a single hand planted on her head.

“AWWE COME ON! I totally saved your butt out there. The least you can do is give me one sip!” Mai had a somewhat whiney tone to it all. She was the youngest of the group and quite frankly that caused a problem or two. They all were contributing to the delinquency of a minor, not that they really cared. Abby just gave a large smile, enjoying this little game of hers.

“Nope. Sorry, you’re too small. Too weak to handle beer! Why with one sip you might just fall down!” Abby was good at teasing. Mai of course gave a horrible pout and started using her head. She reached under the arm holding her back, and batted it out the way, using her powers to throw her forward as quickly as possible, and slam into Abby. They fell onto the ground and rolled behind the furniture, a bit of beer being spilled onto the hard floor. Eeth would probably tell them to clean it up later. For now he thought it best just to let them have their fun.

And fun it was. As a brief glance later Mai’s shirt and Abby’s pants were found tossed haphazardly onto a table quite a bit away. The time they had spent in monitor duty before seemed to have given them a very different bond then Eeth had previously believed. Thankfully there was one thing that prevented him from giving into his most perverted urges and watching the pair of girls. That was Charlie, the officer and the techie who had left his room and was now doing one of those fake cough, throat clearing bits for Eeth’s attention.

“Hey Eeth. When we went out there I noticed that you’re the only one without something hiding your face. Abby’s got the cowl, Mai’s got the firey bit in her face, and I have my machinery. So I kinda made you something.” From behind his back the man produced a hard black helmet. The cranium was smooth, shiney and cold to the touch, a bit of silver colored insert separated what was clearly the eye portion. From there it shrunk down, the edges becoming ridges, sectioned off. There was only one problem with it, one that Eeth was not sad at all to vocalize.

“How do I smoke with it?” To answer this, Charlie simply tapped part of the device under the chin, and plates of the black disguise parted ways to reveal what should be the lips and chin of the wearer. Finally Eeth had his mask. “You know Charles. I think this is the start of a beautiful friendship. Say, think you can get a little screen in here and some porno tapes that go with it?”

No one said Eeth had proper self control.

--

Society had produced many offshoots, many secret organizations hiding beneath the earth. It would be no surprise that there would be hidden cults in this world. Places dedicated to things long lost and forgotten. They were a hidden religion, a cult really, that had been born out of the ashes of a forgotten group. The Society Against the Existance of Meta Humans, or SAEMH had been large in its time. But it had been unworthy, it had broken apart beneath the mad rantings of what were now called non believers. People who had taken and twisted the words and will of the holy prophet Zerricks to fit their own needs and wants. For those people revenge would come as sure as the tides, but for now they still held the task of destroying the blight on this earth, the beings that had powers and fashioned themselves as the future of mankind.

They were not mankind. Meta humans were abominations, in the eyes of god and science they were imperfect, broken beings mostly built in laboratories. To society they were a cancer, insane beings that held themselves above the law, above morals, above all logic and good faith. They could kill with impunity, rape, rob, destroy entire countries in acts of genocide and no one would ever be punished. Against them had been the great prophet Nathan Zerricks, a man of god and might. But through betrayal and decadence his great vision had been denied on this world. His hand still remained.

The hand was something of legend. A final solution if you will, his single greatest weapons that could annihilate the meta human populace and bring order to the world. Order through the holy doctrines of the church of Zerricks. This could not be done peacefully, all the leaders knew of this. So had been formed the purifiers. Holy soldiers whose duty it was to murder, destroy, to cleanse the world of the filth that now walked it. Metas, aliens, beings of the past and abominations of science, they were all the same to the purifiers and the church.

It was because the purifiers were simply men they could not succeed. They needed holy anointment, powers of their lord or god to fulfill the great tasks ahead of them. So the search had gone out for hidden holy secrets. It had taken months, years even before they had finally stumbled on something. It had been unearthed in the great deserts of Saudi Arabia. A pair of great black feathered wings. Held together with some unknown will. It had been found, stolen and sold by museums and believers alike, until it had ended up in the hands of the church, who instantly took great care of it. To determine what it was.

Unbelievers had claimed it was a product of a meta human at first, that its very presence was blasphemy. Tests, many long tests had discovered that it contained not an ounce of meta human genetics, or human for that matter. It was something else. The purifiers took it underground, took it as a prize. Attempting to learn the hidden secrets of this gift from god and his prophet Zerricks. Experiments would be layman’s terms for what was done, a single volunteer had stepped forward, blood still dripping from the great wings were inserted into his back. From there they let god perform his miracle.

“Awaken Gabriel, first of our choir.” Came the voice in the pure white room. The first volunteer sat upright, his bandages had been cleaned and his fever had broken. He gave a smile and turned to the church leader who had performed the act on him. “How are you feeling?”

“Very good. Better even, now that I know I am following the will of Zerricks.” He rose out of bed, turning his back to the priest, to show him what they had all come to see. Metal was twisting out of his back, to the form of steel feathers. The man now called Gabriel flexed his back and the feathers sprung forth. They were giant steel wings. He smiled over a wing to see the priest was pleased at his very being.

“Thank you Gabriel. May god smile over you.”

“And you, as we cleanse the genetic filth off this earth.”
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