Apocalypse - Page 11

September 3, 2008, 10:33 PM

OOC: Crap, I had another whole uber post to put up. Stupid sister turned the damn computer off ... looks like I'll have to do it all again.

IC: Faith eventually landed on the top of Big Ben in London after much consideration and deliberation of whether she wanted to leave the country. Alex had a strange yet significant impact on her. Would the government drop her when she was deemed useless for their cause? It confused Faith and she felt that her mind was being seriously chewed up here. Being up here on Big Ben made her think about a lot of things. Memories of her past began to flood back to her, something quite rare that would happen to her. Ever since the explosion, Faith hadn't been able to remember most of her life. Tears slid down her face, as the first memory, the explosion itself, replayed in her head. That particular memory was the vital one she was first able to recall.

Having come to New York for a holiday, Faith and Patricia seemed to have admired the city. "I hope that no one finds out about me here," Faith was saying, as she continued drinking from her hot chocolate. They were both sat outside Starbucks having a small drink before returning to the hotel and admiring the lovely weather that reflected down upon them. "Don't worry," said Patricia, reassuring her. "I promise you that no one is about to find out who you are, Faith. Trust me, you can't be threatened here. This is still America, right?" At this point, Faith chuckled and sighed sadly, glancing up at the sky. The bright sunshine was quickly disappearing, something else was replacing it. She and Patricia rose to their feet immediately as did others.

The answer to their questions came eventually. High winds soared through the city and a nuclear explosion happened. Faith closed her eyes because of the pain that she felt. The radioactive explosion had a significant impact on her alone. She was blasted into the air, partly because her powers wanted to protect its user. But Patricia was not so lucky. When Faith opened her eyes, she was horrified to see that her lifeless body was on the ground. As soon as the explosion ended, Faith opened her eyes, half of her face badly scarred, and floated down to the ruins. Amongst the rubble, she found Patricia. She failed to find a pulse and she cried out to the sky. "NOOOOO!" she screamed. Next, the tears slid down her face. Patricia Musso was dead.

Patricia had been the only family Faith ever had. Well, at least as far as she could tell, anyway. That memory haunted Faith and it had turned her heart cold. In reaction to this explosion, Faith found out the cause of it. Unearthly beings, calling themselves "Supernatural", were the ones meaning to take over the planet. However, part of this information she found out alone. The other half was found out when the enigmatic Mr X had approached her to join The Avengers. This had been where Faith's story took quite a turn. Because after all, joining them had such a huge impact on her life. As a matter of fact, being on their team shattered her broken heart even more. Losing Patricia had been one casualty, so revenge was one difficult task.

"I see you like to take your anger out at the Supernatural," Mr X observed, as he had been watching Faith kick the hell out of a Supernatural shadow that had been relentlessly following her for two days on the run now. "It's such a shame that you can't put your true abilities to the test." Faith looked up at him, glared coldly and then stuck her hand inside the shadow's almost see through body. Moments later, it vanished into thin air. "And who exactly are you?" shouted Faith, grabbing hold of him before he knew it. "Have you been following me?" Mr X laughed. "Of course we have," he nodded reluctantly. "We've been following you for the past week studying you ... you could do so much more with what you're doing now, Faith Crest!"

"How do you know my name?" asked Faith, as she released Mr X. It seemed she was trying to read his mind, but was in such an angry state that she couldn't. "You're one of the only survivors of the explosion," replied Mr X. "A born warrior, if I may say so myself. You're not like everyone in the world, Faith. Come with us and maybe your life could have meaning. We are known as The Avengers and we formed recently to stop the growing threat of the Supernatural." Faith raised an eyebrow. "You want me to join your little prep team?" she remarked. "Yes, if it's not a problem," said Mr X. "Staying out here won't help! You refuse to eat, drink or even rest until you get satisfaction. I can take of everything, we only need you on our side."

Not only had Faith been especially asked to join The Avengers, she had also seen Mr X die as the ultimate sacrifice. It was a bombing in Northern Ireland, where The Avengers had been called out to a Supernatural threat. It was deemed to be worldwide, yet it was a trap to lure The Avengers out there in the first place. Faith continued to allow the tears to slide down her face, as she relived the memory again. The bomb was intended for her alone, but no. Mr X just had to save her life like he had done when he'd found her in the ruins of New York City. She closed her eyes, forgetting that she was on Big Ben, forgetting that everyone she ever knew would only die, anyway. That was her curse, not her gift at all. They would all die.

Three days had passed since Mr X's death. Faith refused to cry no more. She had gone home after his body was taken to the morgue. She'd cried there and wouldn't let the team see her in an emotional state. She had cried for those three days and then returned, telling her team that they would have to move on from his death. It was on this particular day that she was rummaging through Mr X's files and personal belongings when she found one important document. His will was in her hands and she saw the contents of it. The nameless man had appointed her to lead The Avengers? This had to be a mistake of some sort! But no, his signature was there and she would have to lead them. "Everyone, I've got an announcement to make," she said.

That had settled it. Faith had barely been in charge of The Avengers for three months now and Alex had convinced her that she would be disposed of when she was useless to the government. However, she refused to swallow his lies. Mr X had been the only man that she'd ever trusted because he had accepted her for who she was. Now flying back to the underground base up north, Faith descended upon the ground when no one was around. She typed in a code on her earpiece and she felt herself descending upon the base in the lift, a lift that was illusional to everyone else. "Gather your emotions together, gather your emotions together!" she kept on telling herself. She was still a little unstable because her eyes were still red.

When she arrived down there, Faith swiped her keycard into the system and the doors opened, allowing her to get fully inside. However, when she was now inside, there was a situation, something she hadn't been informed of. It's probably because I had to go and think, she thought, and glanced at the time. Half past eleven at night? I need to keep track of the time here! She entered the base and then immediately saw her team. "What's going on here? Someone tell me NOW!" she yelled, clearly not in a good mood. Then her eyes were cast on Rene and her mood seemed to have disappeared like that. "You ..." She shook her head as if she had a headache. Why does he seem familiar to me? "How the fuck did he get in, team? Answers now!"

September 3, 2008, 11:30 PM

Stephen stood up straight and looked at Faith "he managed to infiltrate the base via...I'm not sure, hadn't got that far when i decided to put him in front of you to see if he was worthy of joining the Avenger" Stephen explained as he hoped for faith not to telekinetic kick his ass up and down the corridors.

Stephen then bowed his head and then returned his gaze straight ahead "anyway ma'am, i am returning to my quarters to rest for the evening, i have kinda had a long day" Stephen announced "see you tomorrow"

September 4, 2008, 2:31 AM

"sure let's question him" Jet walked behind the man, grabbed the back of his neck, and lifted him up. "Ok first question buddy: who sent? answer fast, or your gonna be in a world of hurt, followed by your death"

September 4, 2008, 4:19 AM

Sam woke up with a start. Blinking twice or thrice, his startled eyes didn’t take long to recognize the foreign room as his own and realized he had had another nightmare. Raising himself off his bed, Sam noticed how his whole body was completely covered in cold sweat; his breathing and pulse having increased dramatically. He’d barely slept the night before, but decided against going back to sleep. He didn’t want to have another one of those.

He got out of his bed, his bare feet feeling the cold floor of his small, dark room. He still hadn’t gotten used to it; it had been only 4 days since the Avengers picked him up and recruited him. It was more like he had no other choice or else he’d –

He stopped his train of thought there. Ever since the incident he tried to forget everything that had happened, all the sins he’d committed… but they kept on coming back, hunting him day and night. On a single day he’d lost everything he had, family, friends, his life, his goals… Sam Hunter had died on that day 2 weeks ago and had become nothing more than an angry ghost who tried his best to escape from his dreadful past.

He raised his head and saw his image being reflected into the mirror on the other side of the wall. Rage suddenly got a hold of his mind and body and with a strong punch he broke it, thousands of small pieces scattering on the floor. That’s exactly what he was like— just a broken being. Looking at his bleeding hand, Sam decided to take a long, cold shower to help him clear his confused mind.

The cold water hitting his warm skin felt like icy daggers that were trying to cut him apart and yet, he didn’t mind. He’d probably deserved to be death… but he had been a coward. No matter how much he had trained in order to suppress his feelings, he just had not been able to do it.

“Damn it!”

He hit the wall with his head once just as tears rolled down his sad eyes. Those damned eyes of his. He wished he had been born blind; that way everything would’ve been alright. That way everyone would still be alive.

“Damn it!”

He fell to his knees and punched the ground more than once; the glass shards that still hung to his skin sinking deeper into his skin, causing even more blood to pour out of the wounds.

"Intruders near the Custodial Area, General Silver is under attack. I'm assisting. Michael out."

Those words alone managed to bring him back to reality. Jumping out of the shower, Sam quickly dressed up and, grabbing his knives and
katana, he rushed out of his room. By the time he managed to get to the Custodial Area, the situation had already been taken care of.

September 4, 2008, 2:30 PM

After leaving the intruder with General Silver and Faith Stephen began walking back towards his dorm room, he would have teleported but the corridor was narrow and he didn't feel like filling it with smoke. as he strode around a corner he saw a couple of the other employee's of the facility and smiled at them.

Stephen kept walking until he reached his room. He unlocked the door and walked in, locking it behind him. he walked over to the bathroom and turned on the shower he removed his T-shirt and looked at himself in the mirror.

A tear rolled down Stephen's cheek as he placed his hand on the scar on the right side of his chest from the bullet that cut through his Bulletproof vest just hours before, "they used Armour piercing bullets" he muttered to himself before removing the rest of his clothes and climbing into the shower.

September 4, 2008, 4:57 PM

"Get the fuck offa me you little dick!" Rene shouted at the man who suddenly picked him up, Rene kicked the man harshly in the chest and landed nimbly back on his feet. He jumped backwards and ignited his fists. He glared at the man. "I don't want to fight you. And for your information there was an uncloaked vent at the back of your base that granted me access." Rene looked at the woman who seemed to be in charge.

"Why do you seem so damned familiar?" Rene asked angrily, his fists still burning brightly. He was in a casual fighting stance but that was just in case the man tried to lift him up again. "I feel as though we knew each other once, but I just can't place you anywhe-" As he said this his fists extinguished themselves and Rene fell to his knees. It seemed he had used the remaining energy in his body. He unbuttoned his shirt slowly and looked down at the large amounts of bloody wounds on his body. "Shiiit man, I've asked like 5 times now for some medical attention. Can someone please get me some fucking bandages!"

September 4, 2008, 5:07 PM

Faith wanted to ask the same question, as she crossed her arms. She continued to glare coldly at Rene, raising an eyebrow as if she thought he was questioning her authority. She noticed the large amounts of bloody wounds on his body and then heard him ask for medical attention. "How about you shut the fuck up first and then we'll do this nicely, ok?" she said coldly to him, possibly teasing him in some way. She turned to face the others. "Leave this one to me, I know what to do. I want you all to triple check our security and quadruple it! You hear me?" Next, she turned to face Rene. Now it's time to get your damn medical attention. She walked to the medical ward, where she levitated Rene's body to follow her.

"You don't look like the brightest spark in the plug, but you've certainly got an attitude to go with it," observed Faith, as she telekinetically lowered his body on to the bed and opened the cupboard with her hand, frantically searching for some bandages. As soon as she found some, she got to the source of the pain. "These wounds are pretty deep ... how the hell would you be able to get them?" She couldn't stop staring at him. She still felt like she knew him from somewhere, but where on earth was that? Faith looked away almost instantly when she was afraid he would stare back at her as if she was crazy. "So tell me one thing," she said to him. "Who are you and how did you even end up down here in the first place?"

September 4, 2008, 5:29 PM

"I believe lightning was involved maybe? But i didn't get a direct hit, it was more like backlash. By the way, name's Rene, Rene Skylar" Rene explained as the woman dressed his wounds. He grabbed a packet of instant painkillers on the side and gulped down a couple. As the relief spread through his body he instantly calmed down and felt a lot better. "So you got powers too huh?" Rene asked as he thought of how he levitated here. "What are you psychic? Telepathy, telekinetic that sorta stuff?"

"And I'm actually quite a smart individual I'll have ya know." Rene told her as he took the bandages from her and finished dressing his wounds himself. He stretched his limbs and smiled as he once again managed to ignite his hands and extinguish them. "Jeez, that took a lot of energy, guess I'll have to rest up for a few days or something." He then attempted to become invisible, his entire body shimmered for a few seconds but he couldn't quite make himself invisible. "Make that a week..." He looked at the woman one more time. His eyes widened as he suddenly remembered everything from all those years ago. All the memories, the times they hung out and the relationship they had. "Crest? Faith Crest?"