RPG-Superhumans (Page 24 of 40)

Desdemona turned her head to study Jack. He was a peculiar human. He didn't understand the ways of the soul eaters.

"I shall make a way out." She raised her pale finger and opened a portion of the bubble for Jack to step through. She didn't to do it for herself as she could pass through it easier.

Desdemona paused. "There's something odd. It's like two halves of the one whole. But separate."

"What are you talking about?" Jack asked, wondering if the mind was all there.

"This may be more difficult than I thought." Desdemona said cryptically and headed after Void.

With the cover of Flame's cloaking device, Flame, Haze and Chromium made it out of the bubble and into the streets. They had only gotten four blocks away when they saw Darklight shoot across the sky.

"He seems a little too keen to me." Haze stated.

Chromium had shifted back to his own form, "He does. We could give chase."

"I don't know how wise that would be." Haze said in response.

"We could just see where they're going." Flame added.

"I guess it might be worth while." Haze replied, but felt very uneasy. Something was very off and she had a feeling it was Darklight.

"Activate turrets 30-45 and detonate mines 20-25!"

"Yes, sir!"

KABLOOIE! The streets where the group of supers were instantly blew, and smoke arose.

"Mines!" Vandal shouted a moment before the explosion. She levitated off the ground, lifting Acero with her.

Sorry about that, just got a vision. They don't always come to me as soon as I'd like. The telepath voiced directly to Acero.

Raising both herself and Acero high, Vandal reached out with her power to find both Flame and Jericho. Flame was some distance away with that telekinetic and the other metal man. As for Jericho, he was much closer. Vandal grinned and passed the information to Acero.

"Flame." Acero said indicating which super he wanted to pursue.

Ruin my fun, why don't cha. Vandal voiced back, but she knew the importance of going after the others. Jericho could wait.

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Haze suddenly felt woozy. "I think my effort to burst the bubble may have drained me more than I thought." She said as she sat down.

Chromium looked concerned, "I'll stay."

Haze shook her head. "No, you should go. Flame's been shot, he probably needs to rest too."

Chromium didn't look happy. "Okay, I'll go." He turned to Flame, "You better look after her."

Haze nodded, We need to get to the observatory. Vandal won't go there.

Why?Flame asked.

I'm told her family were killed in the gardens and she won't go there. Haze replied.

"Have you found them yet?"

"We believe they may be towards the west side of the city, sir. Perhaps they're near the West Bank, or the observatory? But we could be mistaken altogether, RADAR from the satellite is still kicking in."

"Keep looking..."

"Aye, sir!"

Jericho and Oni zipped around in Jericho's car. Both were gunning down cops by hanging out windows, and Jericho drove the car with his knees.

Oni pressed a special button on his wrist gauntlet. "Override Code: Exodus 9!" He yelled, looking back at the ruin's of Happ Harry's bar as his special bunker self-destructed, taking out police and erasing any key evidence. A single tear ran down Oni's cheek under his mask.

"Step on it, Jer. Let's get as far away as possible."

Jack was getting annoyed.  Well how much fun can you have while hanging to an undead girl's hand flying through the air.  But as he sat er... hung there, he felt a pull within him.  It felt as if VOid was grabbing him and leading him on.

"I think you should go thataway."

Desdemona regarded him with the headtilt again, "How would you know this?"

"I dunno gut feeling?"

"You must have been bonded to the small part of Voidhunter that Void left on the sword.  Hm, that could be both advantageous and disadvantageous."

"How would this be a problem."

"There is an extremely small chance that you share thoughts.  Thus making him aware of our presence."

Darklight detected the silver superhuman, who went by the name of Chromium.  He was hanging back, as if unsure of Darklight.  This was all Void's fault!  His friends hated and despised him now, and they treated him like an unpredictable animal.  He would show them...Darklight blasted across the sky like a shining meteor, doing his best to track Void.  Where had that overgrown pile of goo vanished to this time?

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Void stayed motionless, watching silently as Darklight passed over head.  The shadows had concealed him completely.  He breathed a sigh of relief.  And then he felt something, a tickling in his mind.  He was used to the feling after his years of having his powers, but this was a new one, and unknown as well.  He felt a stream of emotions flowing into his mind, the foremost of which was the thrill of hunting, and nervousness.  Odd.  He felt the presence slowly grow closer.  They were stalking HIM!  Telepaths; he couldn't stand them.  With a snarl, he shadowstepped away, reappearing in a narrow alleyway...facing the furious form of Darklight.

"I knew you would show up here eventually.  You always did, back in the day, when neither of us were....gifted."

"Aw, did I hurt your feelings?  Did you not want the world to know your deepest secrets?  Think of it as payback, 'hero'."

Darklight screamed in fury, adn unleashed a blinding salvo of light-bolts. Void vanished into the shadows, and came up behind Darklight, his many tendrils snaking around his limbs, cutting deep into the flesh, unprotected by Darklight's absent costume.  He flared his light-shield, forcing Void to back away in a screech.  Void decided that close range was not beneficial, so he resorted to his oldest powers.  He summoned the darkness within him, and forged a set of medieval armour around his body, spikes and flares abound. In his hand appeared a sowrd built of shadow, and his other arm morphed to resemble a shield of darkness.

Darklight smirked, and mimicked his move; in his own way.  His force field went up, and a blade of light shimmered into existence, one held in either hand.  With a scream of primal fury, he rushed at Void, both blades swinging wildly in radiant arcs of light.

Void caught the blows on his shield-arm, ignoring the pain, and struck back with his shadow-forged sword.  And so it went on.  Attack and retaliation, neither gaining an advantage at first, both powers at an even level.  Until Darklight sent a bolt of light from his fingertip, tripping Void.  Then he pounced.  One sword changed to a hammer of light, and with both tools, he battered away at the helpless Void.  He could not shadowstep away, Darklight's aura banished the shadows from their immediate vicinity.  He tried to rise; defend himself, but failed, and fell to the merciless blows from Darklight's weapons.  The hero wielded these tools with a grim satisfaction and glee, a glee that he had not shown or felt for many years.  He was oblivious to the world; all that mattered was him and Void, and the destruction of the latter person.  He would make sure that that punishment was not avoided.

Darklight snarled, and sent a powerful blast of light towards Chromium, blasting him far across the alleyway, although doing no visible damage.  He then turned, and slammed his hammer once more in Void's face, before turning, and shooting across the sky.  Chromium was a fool for interfering.  He almost had Void, and that silver-suited hero had to go and stick his shield into Darklight's business.  He grimaced, and continued on his flight.  He woud need some alone time to cool down.  Regain control.  He couldn't lose his temper like that again, especially not in public.  He slowly calmed down, and eventually felt like he had for the last few years; content.  He decided to make a pit stop at his home, and put on his spare costume; flying around in your civvies played havoc with your secret identity....

((Void's eyes are the same colour and shade as the rest of his body; they're hard to pick out))

Void was happy; he had fooled Chromium into thinking his jaw was broken.  When would the other heroes realize that he had no bones, no blood anymore; he was his power, through and through, and his body was composed and created out of shadows and darkness.  Now, he just had to wait for a while, and slip away from the hospital, and then he'd be fine.  It was getting sunny out, so he decided that he had better stay indoors for now.  Extending his arm, he reached across the room and closed the drapes and blinds, blockig out that hateful sun.  And then he waited for the tears and gaps in his essence to repair themselves.  Darklight had really hurt him.  He would pay for that...