Apocalypse - Page 14

September 6, 2008, 10:32 PM

Faith had barely gotten twenty minutes of sleep when she heard banging on the door. She heard Jet's thoughts in his head and she sighed sadly under her breath. "Why do I even bother anymore?" she murmured, as she rose out of her bed and flung on her black leather coat, not bothering to sort her hair out, which looked a little out of place. But as she was going towards the door, she could sense something or someone in the air. "Assassins," she whispered under her breath. Angrily, Faith stormed out of her room and saw Jet leaning against the wall opposite her room. "If you saw assassins coming in here, would you be leaning against the wall like that?" she shouted. "You'd be fighting them, dammit! Now go and fix the security around here."

She felt the lack of respect from Jet, which didn't surprise her whatsoever. Faith herself had little respect for her team whenever she was in a mood. Now was the time for one of those unfortunate moods. It had only happened because Rene came into her life, claiming to be a close friend and it brought up bad memories of Patricia, which quite frankly, disturbed her. She strode past Jet and concentrated hard on where the assassins were. And because they were attacking their base, it really had Faith pissed off. When she walked around the corner, she simply punched one of the assassins with not much effort and scowled at his unconscious body. "Pathetic," she said. "Not much worth of a fight if I can hear you plotting my demise in your mind."

September 6, 2008, 11:20 PM

Michael tried to reach out to Stephen, but couldn't find even the faintest of traisl of his emotional turmoil anywhere near. So he'd gone far away then. Michael could only hope he wouldn't get himself in any sort of danger. As he stopped concentrating on reaching out, he became aware of Silver and Faith down the corridor. The sound of Silver hammering on Faith's door he hadn't heard, but he did hear Faith telling off Silver, and he caught a tang of pain from the assassin who was unfortunate enough to be in Faith's way when she was in a 'mood'. He couldn't say he envied him.

However, Michael was alarmed by the confused and angry emotions coming faintly from Faith. Here telepathic powers were great and she knew full well how to shield her mind, so if even she wasn't able to keep it all hidden from him, something really strange must be going on. Michael frowned. This situation required tact and he wasn't sure he was the right person for that. Still, the least he could do was offer his help.

So he approached Faith, carefully projecting soothing thoughts, not sure if his erratic telepathic ability could send them out well enough fer even her to pick them up. He stopped at a polite distance, and asked, "I... have the feeling something's wrong. With you. Um. You need any help? You need only say it, you know."

September 7, 2008, 12:04 AM

"You guys again?" Rene snapped as he sent a fireball behind his back and melted the assassins knife. "Thought I told you to leave me alone back in Siberia?" Rene turned around and smirked at the lone assassin staring at the melted remains of his knife. Rene leaned against the food counter and held the plate of food in his hands. He held a fork in the other and began to eat his food slowly. "Well? I thought I told you to piss off!"

"Ho-how did you know I... was behind you?" The assassin stuttered. He dropped the knife onto the floor and grabbed another knife from his pouch on the back of his waist. That does not matter, you will die here Skylar." The assassin charged forward but Rene just smirked. He jumped backwards onto the counter and immediately kicked back off it and stepped on the assassins head. He jumped back to the floor and smiled as he noticed he still had the food bowl in his hands, Rene instantly swung his leg round and and tripped the assassin up.

"Go home kid, I've faced you before. Next time, take off your mask, I've seen you before Ivan. You're only 14 years old, you shouldn't have to kill for a living." The assassin stood and ripped off his mask. The silver hair of the 14 year old boy fluffed slightly as it came on and his green eyes shone slightly. "Go home. Now Ivan, stop working for the CIA."

"I must kill you!" Ivan shouted as he took out another knife, Rene sighed as the boy charged once more. Fine, I won't kill you but I'll have to at least hurt you, Rene thought as he slammed his leg into the boys abdomen. The blow sent him flying into the food counter. The boy fell unconscious almost immediately and Rene sighed again. He picked up the boy and took him into the infirmary room. He layed the boy on the bed and sat down in the chair beside him. He then grabbed his food bowl and and started eating.

September 7, 2008, 1:56 AM

"FUCK!!!" Jet yelled as he ducked. An arrow went past his head, nearly hitting him. "damn that was close." Jet muttered as he jumped forward and tackled an assassin into the wall. He stood and hit the intercom. "ATTENTION! ATTENTION! WE ARE UNDER ATTACK! WE ARE UNDER ATTACK! ALL ABLE BODIED WARRIORS, COUNTER ATTACK IMMEDIATELY! THEY ARE INSIDE THE BASE! THEY ARE-SHIT!" Jet ducked and another arrow struck the intercom piece. "i was using that" Jet said calmly. Then he jump-kicked the assassins with the bow and arrow and took his weapon. "interesting, hope you don't mind me borrowing this" Jet swung it around and fired at a fleeing assassin, catching him in the leg and causing him to fall. Jet tossed away the weapon and walked over to the assassin. "Ok now i'm getting pissed." Jet said as he flipped the assassin around and saw his eyes were glazed. "what the hell?" Jet murmured taking the arrow out of the assassin's leg. It was dripping with a blue liquid. "damn that means that..." Jet turned around and saw the walls somewhat destroyed. "that is some serious poison" Jet turned and walked over to one of the assassins he had knocked out. He opened the assassin's eyelids and found that one too dead. "they must have been poisoned before hand so as to be able to not reveal anything" He murmured. He got up and looked around. "i gotta find Faith fast" Jet said sprinting off in the direction Faith had gone.

September 7, 2008, 2:39 AM

That was one heck of a mission Trevor thought to himself as he pulled his black-leather jacket around himself tighter. He seemed to blend with the night, with his dark black hair blowing in the wind. As he approached the house he heard what sounded like chaos from the inside. great just what I need after a mission Trevor didn't know if it was just Faiths temper acting up again or something more serious. He picked up his pace slightly as he approached. He opened the door to the house and his head was nearly blow off. Thankfully for his quick reflexes he was able to just barely dodge a shotgun blast aimed for his head. He had rolled to the side behind a couch just in time. Trevor controled his breathing and waited."I know you're behind that couch" a voice a gruff voice came from somewhere in the room. Trevor heard a pumping-shotgun and dived away from the couch just before it was blown to shreads."You dont want to do this" Trevor said in a calm voice from behind a large cushioned chair.

"Oh yes I do" the voice said sounded more irritated this time.
"Fine but dont say I didn't warn you" Trevor said. Trevor then quickly created a large square chunk of ice and prepared himself. Then he jumped up from behind the couch and used his powers to hurl the chunk of ice at the Asssasin(He doesn't actually have to touch the ice, he just uses his hands to control it, its like telekinesis but he can only control ice) The chunk flew threw the air at the Asssasin, but the Asssasin just lifted his shotgun and fired. The bullets flew forward and struck the chunk of ice making it shatter into a million pieces that flew throughout the room. Thankfully that was just a distraction so Trevor could get closer. The Asssasins vision was obcsured by the many pieces of ice flying threw the air so he didn't know what was happening...until he was too late. The Asssasin looked down in horror to discover a blade of ice jabbed threw his stomach and Trevor holding onto it smirking. The Asssasin wondered through the pain how Trevors hand hadn't frozen. He then noticed the black gloves on both of Trevors hands."Game over" Trevor said. Then Trevor quickly ripped the ice-blade from the man then lifted his foot and kicked the Asssasin sending him flying backwards into a wall. The Asssasins eyes rolled back into his head as his body fell to the ground. "Now that wasn't so hard was it" Trevor said. He then started to walk toward a hallway from which more screaming was coming. He stopped at the door and then turned his head slightly just to make sure no one was watching him. Satisfied he turned back to the hallway and began walking down it. A smile as cold and as humorless as the ice itself formed on his lips and he said quietly to himself."Who's next".

September 7, 2008, 5:25 AM

(OOC: Sheeeesh!!! You guys sure did write a lot of stuff!)

Seeing how General Silver and Stephen had gotten rid of the first wave of assassins and how they have kept things under control, Sam turned around right before both males spotted him. He avoided the other members as much as humanly possible in case something happened. Sighing he opted to go to the Briefing Room, expecting to see any solo mission pop up on the giant monitor at the back of the room.
It took him almost 20 minutes to actually find the place he was looking for. He had lost his way several times until he finally stumbled upon it. Just as he was about to open the door…

“ATTENTION! ATTENTION! WE ARE UNDER ATTACK! WE ARE UNDER ATTACK! ALL ABLE BODIED WARRIORS, COUNTER ATTACK IMMEDIATELY! THEY ARE INSIDE THE BASE! THEY ARE-SHIT”

More assassins? He wondered how that was possible. The location of the Avenger’s base was secret and even if found a mirage of some sorts protected the entrances. Information had obviously been leaked.

He started to run back towards the place where he’d last seen the General, equipping his custom knives just as he ran. On the distance he spotted a small group of assassins (about 5) that were trying to force their way in into the rooms in the residential quarter. Creeping silently behind them, Sam grabbed the man closest to him and, putting his left hand over the assassin’s mouth, the brunette proceeded to cut the man’s throat. He then repeated the process with the next man closest to him but when Sam slashed his neck, it splashed the backs of the remaining killers and, turning around and noticing their fallen comrades, they tried to attack Sam with knives of their own…but where disarmed and defeated in just a matter of seconds.

Using the corpses’ garments to clean the blood from his blades, Sam then proceeded to move forward, spotting Faith and Michael. He was about to turn the other way around but was forced to stop right on his tracks to stop an assassin from severing his head. Blocking the opponent’s blade with his left one, Sam used his free hand to put a hole on the fiend’s stomach, making him fall to the ground, moaning in pain. Staring at him silently, ‘The Assassin’ decided to put an end to the one that shared the same profession as he did: killing people. He drove both blades into the man’s head, ending his life quickly.

September 7, 2008, 6:23 PM

Sat with his feet over the edge of a building Stephen sat looking towards what was left of new York. "the hatred hat must have been needed to do this is unbelievable" A voice came from behind him. Stephen teleported behind the source of the voice with his Beretta un-holstered to find it was a girl, no older than 17.he quickly holstered his gun "why are you here?" Stephen asked her. "to getaway from the hate that people feel, nobody bothers me here" Stephen didn't understand what the girl meant but he didn't walk away. "life gets better" Stephen announced he then looked at the floor and looked back at the girl "I gotta..." the girl smiled and interrupted with "Go" causing Steven to smile "I'll be back" Stephen muttered before teleporting away

September 7, 2008, 7:52 PM

Filden sighed as he heard General Silver deliver his message.

"Trust it to be just before dinner," Filden rolled his eyes and then got ready to fight,

Filden ran forward at 50 miles per hour, he then encountered one assassin. The assassin didn't notice Filden early enough, all he could do is begin aiming his bow and arrow, Filden grabbed the assassin's right arm with his left hand, pulled it up into the air, leaving the assassin's body upper body vulnerable, Filden then used his right arm to elbow the assassin into stomach.

The assassin moaned in pain. Filden then side kicked the assassin's chest, the assassin then went flying back 15 feet. The assassin was not killed, merely knocked out. Filden approached the assassin's body, he quickly searched him for anything of importance. Filden took an ID card which he did not check and a communicator. Taking everything of importance. Filden then swiftly snapped the assassin's neck, finishing the job.

Filden sighed, and then continued running down the corridor.

September 8, 2008, 9:46 AM

"Nothing's wrong with me, just make sure that these assassins get out the way they came in," Faith told Michael coldly. I'm the leader here, I'm the one that needs to take control of the whole situation. And with thinking that, she walked off, eager to find more assassins and the reason why the hell the illusional entrance wasn't working for anyone who wasn't an Avenger. The Avengers were the only ones able to see through the illusion because it was designed specifically to show them the way in. Maybe this had begun with Rene. Several more assassins showed up, as she ran down the hallway. They circled her and raised their fists, looking to fight her. Faith felt that she didn't need this right now ... it just wasn't her day.

Effortlessly, Faith blasted them into the metal wall with her hands and growled under her breath. She was in such a bad mood ever since recalling the day Patricia died. She never wanted to look back at that in anger, but no one had brought up the topic since Mr X died. And speaking of Mr X, there was one security protocol that he only told her about before he was killed in Ireland. "The machine!" she clicked her fingers and hurried, going further down the floors and found the particular room she'd been pointed out to. If I remember correctly, Mr X said this was only to be used in an emergency. The trouble is, it's pretty powerful for me to use. Oh well, let's see what happens, anyway. The machine stood there before her eyes.

"Mr X wanted me to use this in an emergency? Well, this is the best time for it," she mumbled, as she turned it on. "If I get this to full power, then all those who I desire to be here will be saved. Those who I don't want to be here ... well, let's just say that they'll wake up in the desert." She put her hand to the machine and it started to read her mind, reading who should stay and who should go. The Avengers and Rene, they have to stay! And with that, the machine went to work, whilst Faith suffered from a migraine with the amount of information it absorbed from her mind. There was a flash of light ... and the assassins were gone. Faith fell back on to the floor out of exhaustion. "Everyone all right?" she asked in her earpiece.