[Whatsyourface]

It is a clear night with a full moon on the city this bright from above but rather dark below city that knows no rest. It is however not as active as one would think. Not as it was years ago. Still. People have their whole lives here and won’t leave any time soon. Many things in the shadows go unseen, but not all things….

A newswoman appears on the large screen in times square.

“3 Days have passed since the execution of Cartel leader Juan Huarez. Gang violence since then has increased due to the “power vacuum” caused by his death. Reports state there is a particular increase in violence in the arclight district. More on this later. In other news…..”

[Sharktits]

“THIS IS MY TURF!” The Plague said while smirking at the sight of her zombies feasting on the remains of a rival gang, some wannabes that tried to ambush and kill her “If they want war, this is what they will get” she said and with a snap of her fingers all the zombies ceased functioning instantly “time to assemble the crew…” she said walking down the empty streets, most people returned to their houses after the gruesome screams of the thugs being devoured alive by their own companions

[Peridot]

Only a small glint of reflected moonlight upon metal could be seen out of the ordinary in the relatively quiet neighborhood in the midst of the Green District. She had scoped this house out after making a quick detour on her mail delivery shift. Three newspapers piled up at the doorstep meant that the owners were not home and that the building was ripe for the picking. The house wasn’t in her normal route, she had to switch up the targets to prevent the police from catching onto a pattern but the situation was familiar.

A quick glance around showed no immediately noticeable police forces or cameras nearby, so Leviathan pressed forward, revealing the monstrous mass of copper, steel and aluminum hiding underneath the back of her hoodie. Unraveling the ends of the coiled metal that made up her sinister tentacle appendages, Leviathan carefully began to pick the lock of the kitchen door of the middle-class, suburban house.

Once the lock was done, the meta human cautiously and quietly let herself into the home and quickly found and avoided the motion detecting burglar alarm. Electronic devices such as these were a snap to turn back on and off even without her special abilities.

With that, the young woman began to snoop around the house for valuables and technology she could fence at a later date.

[OtakuRoars]

Charlie stands on the corner of the street, his normal looking wings folded down behind him, showing little of the metal secrets behind the white plumage, wearing his regular casual attire made up of slightly baggy jeans and a white shirt, he looked clean, only having a small apartment he just about managed to afford in the Haven district because of his inheritance. Though having little to use personally due to trying to save what he can after the expense of his fairly average (compared to the rest) but nicely set home. It was cosy compared to his old family estate but he was happier and had a lot more freedom.

He stands playing his guitar on the corner, singing the tune he enjoyed in his youth (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qUhIL14QbhE), doing his best for some money as his foot taps along beside the guitar case below him.

He’d often been told he could have gone on the root of music but with his condition and the treatment he saw of other “abnormals” he kept his profile low except for his other personality of peace seeking BlackBurn which was created by the scientists in the lab he’d fled a while back. He hated what had become of him, though he liked his abilities, he kept the BlackBurn idea as sometimes he got support and money from doing jobs for others, he also liked helping people. The form giving him a small boost in confidence though he was used to the attention.

He has no idea where he will go but for now he plays over the news broadcast in his part of the city… sighing under his breath.

[Delta Aiken Nomani]

((Disclaimer: If it isn’t explicitly in my abilities, it’s an illusion.))

Things were quiet indeed in the Green district. It was nice, in a way. But quiet never made anyone famous.

A black mass rose from the street, growing taller until it towered over the houses and apartments, arms long and almost… gelatinous. A long, sinister roar echoed from its dripping mouth.

Lucas waited in a nearby alley, dressed in his super costume- A suit of blinding white armor, complete with helmet and longsword. Now just to wait for people to wake up and freak out at his illusion. From there… well, it’s easy to kill something you created.

What’s the point of creating an illusory monster just to kill it, you say? Simple. Fame. Money. And all the power that came with public opinion…

[Peridot]

Leviathan was busy shoveling small boxes of charms, silver and gold chains, and jeweled pendants from the home-owner’s bedroom night-table drawers into her backpack when she heard the ghastly noise of some enormous beast from close by. She froze, her tentacles stiffening with shock and accidentally scraping the plaster ceiling of the bedroom. ‘A dark shadow obscured the moonlight streaming in through the windows, and against her better judgement the young woman took a cautious step forward. Through the clear glass panes, she caught sight of enormous black mass built of some viscous and otherworldly substance.

Immediately she panicked. A monster meant news media, police, military forces and superheroes, all of which she was currently trying to avoid as a low-level cat burglar. Even though this house was still ripe for the picking, it was time to get out of there immediately before a super-hero showed up and either nabbed her or tried to pin the blame of this monstrosity on her. Leviathan slid down the wooden railing lining the house’s stairs, swinging herself off of the bottom and onto the first floor of the house. She then headed for the back door, her tentacles grabbing any spare electronics she missed and throwing them into the bag to join the jewelry, money and snacks she had already lifted from the house.

Right before she tumbled out of the back door, Leviathan folded her tentacles up with great difficulty within the mostly full backpack and out of sight. Stumbling into the street, Leviathan immediately took off in the opposite direction as the monster trying to stay inconspicuous and unnoticed as she looked for a possible escape route.

[Whatsyourface]

Social media began to blow up. A lot of people who were safe were actually taking the time to post statuses on this and alert everyone. It wasn’t even 2 minutes before the monster ended up on the news. People on the street who saw it began to run and scream. Generally going into alleyways and trying to get out of it’s way.

The police were the first on sight. None if them bothered attempting to shoot it with an ordinary gun. They took out instead heavier ordinances. Grenade launchers filled with an expanding foam made to stop or at least slow down invulnerable types. In this case they shot this case. They shot this creature with it. The grenades exploded on contact with anything solid. Police on bikes shot at it from within cars. Attempting to lure it away to perhaps the ocean.

The newscopter was way above in the sky. Around 400 feet into the air. Above most buildings. Not wanting to be swatted out the sky like a few news reporters were.

“This is E.L.N reporter Tasha Strong coming at you live from the scene of another giant monster attack. Police are already on the scene as a mysterious black oil like creature appeared from seemingly nowhere in the middle of the night! People are already beginning to speculate it appeared from the sewers. The police are currently trying to slow down and corral this creature until the military arrive….wait a minute….what is that?” The camera zooms in on a white light shining towards an alley.

[OtakuRoars]

Charlie responds, his song grounding to a halt he begins packing his guitar away and throwing it on his back for now.

He runs to cover before activating his abilities, burning away the soft plumage revealing the black metal plates similar to those of a jets, his hair turning black as he flies up fast like a rocket, and looks to his buzzing phone which was in his pocket.

He’d received a request from the high ups from the lab. It annoyed him that they had forced communication with him, long after his escape from their laboratories. Charlie makes a sigh, “I guess I have no choice in the matter now….” Flying past his appartment to push his guitar through and heads to the scene where from high above the scene he scans, circling. He tries to keep out of sight.

[Sharktits]

As she walked down the street a cloud of ravens up in the sky started moving, soon after some of her lieutenants started appearing and joining up with her on the walk

“So Rivy, the battlefield will be the Plaza as always?” a girl with dreads asked “Yup, pass the word around, i want all the guys there by the time i arrive” Rivyena replied “Yes ma’am” the girl nodded and walked away

The Plaza is the biggest open air market for drugs in the arclight district and as such is surrounded by many gangs, The Plague’s is leader of one of these gangs that surrounds the Plaza

By the time she arrives the turf war was already going on the Plaza, the raven’s surveying the area quickly gave her the information of what was going on the battlefield, she rushed for the area where her forces were being overwhelmed along with her vanguard of lieutenants

The plague arrived running on all fours leaping forward over a man of the enemy gang, quickly picking up her daggers and turning the man into a zombie, his comrades instantly focused their shots at her, the impact of the pistols and SMGs was enough to pin her down for a few seconds, the small holes made by those arms were quickly to close and as she turned her gaze to the ones shooting her lieutenants started backing her up with their MP5s, since she was not moving the enemy thugs wrongly assumed she was dead and rushed to find cover, a glimpse of madness appeared in Rivyena’s eyes, 15 seconds later Rivyena had turned all 10 thugs into zombies with her daggers.

A couple of hours later everyone who dared to spar with Rivyena on the Plaza was either killed or turned into a zombie, there was no time to lose, if Rivyena was to clean up the competition on the Plaza it had to be now, she was going to bring the war to the streets and subdue anyone that still didn’t agree to work under her rule backed up with nothing less than a army of 90 zombies

“…the war for the control of the Plaza” Rivyena smirked to one of her lieutenants, while writing something over another gang’s graffiti “Y-yes, Rivy, i mean ma’am” the lieutenant, the girl with dreads, was visibly shocked, after so much dead in so little time everyone was shocked, Rivyena wasn’t “Come on Liv, it will be fun, we already came this far, we can’t go back now” Rivyena said and the girl nodded a agreement “Now that is what i like to see, Come on fellas time to move, this is going to be a busy night!” Rivyena said starting her march, leaving the Plaza, now a open-air graveyard behind her and a warning “The Plague was here SZ” over another gang’s graffiti on a close by wall

[Delta Aiken Nomani]

“….wait a minute….what is that?”

That’d be his cue. Jogging a few steps from the alley, Lucas flashed a smile to the camera and aimed the tip of his blade at the creature. A beam of light erupts from it, blasting a hole in the center. The beam explodes from the other side, narrowly missing a news helicopter. Though it doesn’t kill the thing, it certainly gets its attention.

Now to play it out. Can’t make it look too easy. The creature launches a huge tendril at Lucas’ head, and he rolls to the side, coming up with an uppercut slash that lops part of the limb straight off. Hopefully by now the police have stopped shooting foam grenades, but even if one hits Lucas, no one would see it do so. He’d just end up having to take a shower later after he dropped the illusory front. Hundreds of smaller tentacles shoot out at him next, but his sword flashes faster and faster, until it’s too fast for the eye to see, parrying each one and slicing some of them as he runs toward the creature’s core.

As it roars in frustration, Lucas lunges forward and stabs his blade hilt deep in the goop. For a moment there is silence. Nothing happens. Then the creature starts to glow from inside, light streaming from its mouth and eyes. Its skin hardens into a shell of sorts, as if it’s being baked from within. The shell cracks, light pouring from the cracks, and all at once it shatters. Black pieces of darkness dissolve into the night, and Lucas stands, a heroic young boy that risked his life to save a city. “Is everyone alright? Here, Let me fix some of this.”

As Lucas sheathed his blade, a pulse of white energy left it, cleansing the streets of any remaining black goop. Every stone the pulse touched, every crumbled piece of building and wrecked helicopter glowed. Then the pieces flew into their rightful place, the helicopters unbent themselves, and the streets even looked cleaner than before. Then the illusions dropped- all but those of a couple bruises on Lucas’ body, dents in his armor, and anything else needed to keep up appearances.

Now just to wait. Screaming fangirls any minute now, right?

[Whatsyourface]

–ARCLIGHT DISTRICT–

It had been a while since a lot of trouble happened in the Arclight district. A lot of gangs steered clear of the Plaza. They had a pretty good idea of what was going to happen. Not many significantly powerful people were there, though their eyes were. As many had powerful people had eyes there. A breeze seemed to grace Rivyena’s face, and in front of her from seemingly nowhere, she walked into someone. Martin stood in front of her. His brows furrowed. His eyes were glowing and the air around it ignited from the heat as he scowled at her.

(Gore warning)

Martin disappear for a moment and the plague hears one noise behind her, as Martin lays waste to her army of 90 in 3/4s of a second. Him having torn through them like wet tissue paper. His punches splattered people’s heads and blew people in half. His fingers tore through the human body like butter. Martin stood there holding the last zombie, by it’s face, and crushed it’s skull as if was made of saltine crackers. Then he turned his gaze to the sky, towards the ravens surveying the sky. His gaze destroying them as he shot Xasers at them. An electromagnetic beam the human eye is incapable of perceiving. As it rained Ash and feathers, Martin returned his gaze to the Plague.

He appeared in front of her without any real movement of his body. He moved too fast to be seen. The blood came right off due to friction, and his body was heated. His control of inertia let him stop easily.”You’re making noise….” He says to her. “I do not like noise.” Martin looks at her legs and without warning fires a laser at her legs to cut through them. Even if she gets out of the way before he fires, or runs, he will simply look at her legs and blow them off.

“You are causing trouble. You have an open fight in my district and then you dare speak of warring in it? This is your trial. It starts now. Appeal now or be atomized. I would choose my next words very carefully.”

–GREEN DISTRICT–

(This riot foam, ain’t the kind of bubble foam in your bathtubs.)

(This stuff is made to stop cars once it hardens and you do not want it to hit you. It’s not going to wash off in the shower.)

The police eventually stop firing when the foam appears to have struck the eyes, even though, since it technically doesn’t exist, it would simply collide with ambient objects and detonate. Releasing the hardening foam. The beam narrowly misses the copter and then

“It appears this man is engaging the creature, and it looks like he is having some effect. Though it is unknown as of yet if this creature can reform, the creature does seem to be showing pain.” They watch more of the fight as the Camera zooms in on the fight as they are keen to catch every detail.

The news chopper decides it is safe to land and of course she wants to be the first bold reporter to get the story on this hero who has apparently saved. “Sir!” The news woman says. “Hello! I’m Tasha strong and you just saved this block from what looked to be a monster! Can you please tell us your name sir?” Police lower their weapons and decide not to tell the man to freeze out pure choice. Some respect him, and others don’t like him. However, they are all rather relieved due to the alleviated collateral damage. People feel compelled to record this themselves as people start to gather around with their cellphones aimed at the man. People are cautious. They don’t really want to get too close now, and people were a bit afraid he would panic and let out some energy blast or something. The woman held the mic to the man’s face seemingly eager for him to speak.

[Sharktits]

Rivyena looked at the man with mixture of anguish and awe, the blood from her legs corroding the floor around it, the wound healed quickly and the super acid blood stopped to pour, she was afraid however to make a new pair of legs Do what the man says, no sudden movements, she kept her hands down on the floor

“Every gang disputing this Turf tried to defeat me this night and lost, i remained King of the Hill for 2 hours straight until they decided to stop sending their grunts after me, i earned the right for this Turf, i earned the right to administrate the Plaza, i earned the right to end this constant gang war bullshit, i earned the right to fight anyone who still thinks they can do a better job than me…and now who is in front of me? the Boss himself, heard the histories but never thought someone of your tier would be interested in a hell hole like the Plaza…if anything you need me Boss, you need someone to keep the guys here in place, someone who can kick some butts and take their names, and for that i am one of the best, give me a chance and i will not let you down”

[Whatsyourface]

Martin takes a few steps forward and looked down on the woman. Then he stooped down and wrapped his fingers around her throat as he gripped it tightly and then held her up into the ir above her ground, blood dropping down from what remains of her legs. “You stir up trouble here, and you expect me to let you lord over anyone?” His eyes glow more intensely and she can feel the heat it radiating towards her. Like being near an open oven. “You think that I…need you? An influx of new blood trying to get hogged up on Synth drugs from the Juan Huarez Cartel or Los Dotado is nothing new. They will pay the price.” Martins drops her to the ground and drops his foot to her chest as he pins her with enough force to start to break her ribs. “People will learn as they always have.”

Martin looks down at her and then fires the beam from his eyes. There is a bright white light and the ground next to her head is has a steaming hole in it. If she had her eyes open, she would be blinded for a moment before her sight would return. “You may be a punk. But you are a punk with a small shard of savvy within her.” Martin increases his mass and her ribs begin to crack under his weight. Coming close to fracturing completely and piercing her lunges, his heel coming close to crushing her heart. “Do not flatter yourself, misguided child. All I want you to do, is keep. Quiet. Here.” There is cracking as martin applies a slight amount of pressure and cracks her ribs even more. “Or else you will not be so lucky, next time. I will manage my district.”

Martin takes his foot off the woman’s chest so she can have an easier time breathing. He looks at her lieutenant. “I want this cleaned up.” He did wait for any reply and looked up as he took off up straight into the air and then zoomed off a blur as he flew elsewhere into the Arclight district. Disappearing in a second and a half.

[Sharktits]

The lieutenant nodded as she usually did, in a scared manner,

The Plague stayed down for a while puking blood, by the time she raised her head she already had a new pair of legs and her bones back in place, she never felt so close to dead before, letting herself relax for a moment she took a deep breath “damn crazy trip…guys pay up anyone willing to do the cleaning, bury and burn the bodies but keep their guns we may have use for those, may even be the only thing we gain from this whole mess, along with some stability on the turf” she said with a sigh “gonna go back to the hideout, give me a call or something if you guys get any problem, tomorrow we think about what our next move is going to be” the young woman said, heading back to her gang hideout on the sewers

[Ghoul]

Another day. Another dollar. Though that dollar always felt better with a chase to it, especially in a stereotypical construction site.

Jericho sprinted after his target in the Arclight district. Fat bastard looked so funny when he ran. It would be so much easier to just magnetize his belt to the pole and beat him to death or reverse his blood flow, and kill him that way, but getting his own heart pumping, and tackling the target felt so much better.

“Comin for ya Porky!” He yelled behind the fat man, before tackling him right to the ground and slamming a hand over his mouth, and raising a hand that turns his fist into mush with a palm strike.

He gets up wiping the blood off of his hands with a wet wipe and tossing it away. With a wave of his hand, the man’s metal belt “Everything’s Bigger In Texas” buckle flies into his pocket. “Time to get paid.”