RPG-Superhumans (Page 22 of 40)

((Guys, im so sorry, but can you always put the name of your character in your posts? Theres so many im forgetting everyones characters))

"Well...not exactly what I had in mind... Can anyone else fly into space as well? I may need assistance." Chromium said to the group

((Acero doesn't need oxygen in his steel form, but alas, he cannot fly either))

((My character can fly in space, as long as a sun is present.))
((And I have the same power as the sun...))

After floating for so long in the darkness, Oni had fallen into a deep sleep. So this was how it ended for Oni. Hardly the Julius Caesar-esque final note Oni had always envisioned himself going out on. Heck, Oni would even settle on a swansong more along the lines of Scarface would be favorable to this lonesome death surrounded by emptiness. Was this the legacy he'd leave behind? A demolished bar filled with dead and damaged super-villains? Shameful. What would his mother think if she knew--

What would his mother think? Oni had never thought of that before. He was super-villain, a murderer, a despot...was he also a disgrace?

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In the real world, Harry had been duped and compressed into a small stone, with al the abilities of a paperwieght. It couldn't end this way, not like this!

Harry knew what to do. Using the powers of Vandal, he began to try and find another body to possess. The best he could find was a rat. Better than nothing.

"Yes, Master. The trap is ready, I will take action once they are inside it. I shall report to you after it is done."

There.  It was done.  Now all he had to do was prep the other "heroes", and it would be finally ready; the last possible thing he could do to spite Darklight's memory...

Flame tried to melt the ice, just as a test, he couldent, he was to tired. What he had done earlier had left the bar in ruins, windows gone, tables reduced to piles of ash. He leaned back against the wall, breathing heavily.

Frost felt a chill up his spine... well, more than normal anyhow. Removing his attention from the deprived Flame, he looked around nervously. Then he noticed something. The silhouette of what was probably Void was framed by the light of the moon, hovering in a corner of the bar. He was holding the silhouette of a man who was either dressed in black or a shadow like Voidhunter. Eyes wide, Frost yelled, "Dude, what the heck! Guys look!"

The group focusing on Flame's inability to flame turned their attention to where Frost was pointing. Then the thing began to move...

Frost was confused. Darklight was dead, and now he's back. Void disappeared, and now he's back with Darklight, and all Void wanted to do was... disrepute Darklight? Doesn't seem all that "super-villain-evil-destroy-or-take-over-the-world thing that I'm used to. Frost thought. Whatever, might as well sees how this plays out...

"You're all preparing to attack me, aren't you?  I'm the big bad villain, Darklight's the great noble hero.  Has he told you about his past yet?  Any of you?  Sunburn?  Jack?  Frost?  Starbright didn't even know, all the better for her.  Allow me to explain, and fill in the gaps; he practiced blocking these memories away, and for good reason...
"It was back when he was in his teenage years. He was a bad kid.  Foul mouth, foul fist, he was the school bully.  And a repressed psychopath at heart.  His first vitcims were his very own parents.  He killed them, in cold blood.  With their own kitchen knives.  When the cops came, he claimed it was a burglar.  They couldn't find prints on the knives, so they let him go.  He went on like that for twelve years.  He was twenty seven when he had the 'accident'.  By then, he had accumulated a record of eighteen victims, all killed in various painful ways, usually the ABSOLUTE most painful way he could think of at the time.  He was a sadist.  His final victim was to be me.  That's right; me.  The big bad villain was the innocent guy about to be strangled to death by the future hero.  Ironic.
"I saw the glint in his eyes, and ran, into the nearest building.  A research centre, experimenting on focusing light to be used as a weapon.  Nick here pulled a gun, and fired at me, critically damaging the systems and machinery, adn sealing us both in that fateful room.  Then it exploded, bombarding us both with experimentl radiation and energy.  I was thrown into the shadows of the recesses of the roo, and Nick was caught right in the bright centre.  He emerged with powers of light, and decided to build a new rep with the city.  From serial killer to hero, trusted and loved by everyone.  And me, innocent victim?  Left to rot in the dark corners of the room.  I found I could transport myself through shadows, and manipulate them, like he could manipulate light.  I acepted my powers, grateful for their release.  I became one with the darkness I controlled, and became what I am today, with complete control over my essence.  Oh, I fought Darklight many times over the next few years; I was the only one who knew his secrets.  Who was I to know all this?  I was his brother.
"When I took him, a snapped his neck, paralyzing him for the time being, until you were all together to witness this.  He is healed now, as you can see.  My only regret is that Starbright couldn't have heard this before she died...So now, I leave you with a choice.  Accept back this hero of yours, who has killed his own family, and 18 others besides, and tried to kill his own brother.  If you so choose..."

Void stopped talking, and waited for their reply.

Frost spoke up, "Of course we'll take him back, dude. All of us here have a past. Look at us, heroes and villains alike, standing together waching you publicly disgrace someone who we may not all be on the same side with, but someone who we can respect, either as a challenge to be beat or friend to do the beating with, man. At least he made something of himself. We can't change what we've done, but we can try to make up for it by doing our best afterwards. While we're at it. I've killed people, too. That's how I became who I am today. I was a lot like Darklight, a kid who thought the world was against him, when my Dad, a genetic scientist, took me to Alaska.  He and I got in a fight, and in anger, I hit him over the head with a snowshoe. Seeing him on the floor, bleeding. I was scared, and ran, crashing into a table with environment-adaptable chemicals in beakers that my Dad had been working on. They cut me as they broke, and got into my bloodstream. As I landed in the snow, they took action, and now I am what I am today. It's not what we've done, but what we do with our future after we forgive ourselves. Woe, that was way too deep for me..." Frost ended, sighing...