Apocalypse

"Nothing, I just ..." Faith began to say. "It's been a long day. I need to go to sleep or else I'll only end up trashing the place around." She rose to her feet, picked up the keyboard and checked it out. It's not broken. Damaged a little, but it's nothing that Filden can't handle. Speaking of him, what the hell is the history between him and this ... Rene? "I'll tell you in the morning if you plan on staying, which I don't think you have any choice in, anyway." She wiped the sweat off her forehead; that had been too much working overtime in the past week that caused that. "The bedrooms are down below the main area you came in," she told him.

Faith paused for a moment, wondering. Was Filden lying when he said he didn't know her when he'd first joined The Avengers? She had to look into that. "When you get down the stairs, take a left and find a room that doesn't have a name plate on it," she said. "I'm aware that one of our members asked you to join us. Give it sometime, think about it and let me know soon. If you decline, well ..." She smiled weakly. "It looks like I just might have to wipe your memory clean of you ever coming here. Good night, Rene." With that, she telekinetically turned off the computer and walked out of the room to her own bedroom, thinking about Patricia. She's dead and there was nothing I could do to stop the explosion, she thought, as she lay on her bed.
 
"nice one Stephen. Remind me to ask the command central why the hell our security is so lax" Jet walked over to one of the assassins and nudged him with his foot. The assassins groaned and rolled over. "this time i am questioning you" Jet said picking up the assassins by the back of the neck and swinging him towards Stephen. "Stephen if he doesn't answer our questions, you get to electrocute him as soon as i let go." Jet shook the assassin a little. "Ok pal, first question: who sent you? the Supernaturals or the Anti-avengers?"
 
As Faith left Rene began to smile to himself. For the first time in 6 years he truly felt like he was somewhere he could call home. "She's changed a lot... Then again, she's lost her memory and being so exposed to so much violence after just a short time must change a person a lot..." Rene then thought of Faith's threat "I guess I should count myself lucky that I learnt how to block out most of my thoughts from psychics, I just hope to she doesn't force herself in by breaking my psyche..." Rene stretched his arms and walked out of the medical room. "I wonder if there's still any food left," Rene thought out loud as he looked to the room Filden had walked into. "No... I don't want to bump into him, he probably still has a strong left hook. I'll just go to a room with no name on like Faith said, there might be some food in there... hopefully." He found the staircase and walked down slowly as he made his way to the rooms. He entered the corridor and looked left and right, he sighed and quickly found the room farthest away from anyone. It was an old habit of his that refused to die, for some reason he always felt safer if he was slightly further from everyone. Meant he could be loud...
 
Stephen looked at General silver with a smirk "sorry, but I'm heading back to bed." he announced as he exited the room and walked back towards the dorms. As Stephen strode confidently down the stairs he caught a glimpse of the intruder entering one of the furthest rooms "i guess he is thinking about becoming one of us" Stephen then turned and headed for his room. As he got to the door labeled shooter he opened it and entered.

Stephen walked straight to the bed, removed his holster and clothes and threw them on the table. "good night everyone" he muttered as he lay down and pulled the cover over himself.
 
Filden sat back on his recliner. A tear rolled down his right eye as memories of that day returned...

"Abigail..." Filden sobbed quietly... "Why...? Why did you give your life for mine...?"

Filden closed his eyes as a tear ran off his cheek...He sobbed quietly again, but he then realised he had to get over it. He wiped both his eyes with his right arm and sniffed. He then cleared his throat and rubbed his hands together, his eyes and the skin around them still slightly red.

The red began to slowly fade away. Filden then closed his eyes again. He then jumped off his chair and then headed to the canteen to get some food.
 
"Daaaaaamn I'm hungry..." Rene groaned as he opened the fridge and realised it was empty. "Damn sonofabitch!" His stomach grumbled loudly and Rene flopped onto the bed and patted his hand on his stomach. "Sorry buddy, I'll head to the canteen in a few mins, but I wanna put on some fresh clothes." He ripped off his top and grabbed the bag he had gotten from the place he hid it. He slipped on a white vest and grabbed his slightly blue waistcoat, he put on his blue jeans and grabbed his red bandanna and tied it around his head. He grabbed his chain which had a ring on and put it on before putting on his black fingerless gloves. "Right, let's go get some grub." He said to himself as he opened the door and walked back upstairs, he looked around the corridor and spotted a sign on the wall pointing towards the canteen. He walked to the doors and opened them, he stretched as he went inside and immediately spotted the food. "Oh baby yes!" He then started piling food onto a plate. Rene may not look it but he eats a lot.
 
Stephen lay sleep peacefully. dreams coursing through his mind, Regular dreams for him. Stephen could spend time with his family when he slept, his dreams filled with happiness and peace. In most of his Dreams the war was over and Supernaturals and naturals lived in harmony. Bang Stephen sat up instantly,breathing heavily,his dream interrupted by that damn rifle shot. "I can't take it" he muttered as he climbed out of bed.

Stephen pulled on a clean pair of jeans and pulled them on. He slid his holster into position and tightened it correctly. he grabbed his trusty White Beretta from the Table, checked the magazine was full, which it wasn't, then slid the mag back into place and holstered it. he grabbed a T-shirt from his draws and pulled it on over his head. Finally Stephen pulled his Lycra rugby gloves on and Exited his Room. Stephen wears Rugby gloves as they are more comfortable than leather fingerless gloves and he also likes the additional grip they give.

As Stephen strode down the corridor he hesitated at Faith's door. "Sorry" he muttered and then he Teleported out of the building in his signature cloud of purple/black smoke.

OOC: the gloves
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Michael lay in bed, tossing and turning. He had just left General Silver to deal with his captive. Michael didn't doubt there would be some information and of course another mission for them tomorrow morning. Better get all the rest he could get, then. All around him, though, he felt pain. Not physical pain this time, but emotional hurt. Anger, grief. Michael tried to sleep through it, but it was like a headache he couldn't get rid of, like a constant buzz in his mind that kept him awake and mulling his thoughts.

He cursed. He was bloody supposed to get some sleep. He couldn't go on like this forever! Grumbling and cursing under his breath, he sat up and started to dress himself. His hand was on the doorknob when he remembered to take both his earpiece and pistol. He wouldn't go out unprepared again, yet he kept almost forgetting each time he went out. As he stepped into the corridor, his eyes caught movement down the hall. When he turned his head, all that was there was some smoke.

Stephen... Was it him whose pain he had felt? Yet, he could feel other sources of pain and confusion, faintly thrumming in the air, stirring thoughts not his own to emotions he did not feel. What the hell was happening? He shivered. Wasn't his own pain enough to deal with? Why did he have to feel that of others as well?
 
"fucking great. We have assassins, and we don't know who they are, who sent them, and why their after us. Most importantly, we don't have any goddamn security. Now i'm complaining to Faith" Jet headed down the dorms and found Faith's room. He then pounded loudly on the door. "OI FAITH IF YOUR NOT AWAKE, YOU ARE NOW! I HAVE A COMPLAINT." If she doesn't get out here in the next 60 seconds we're gonna need a new door. Jet though as he walked back and leaned against the wall opposite the room.
 
Stephen stood staring at the Ruins of New York city. The tears that were streaming down his face were hidden by the rain. "this is where it began" Stephen muttered. "I remember this being one of the greatest Cities on earth" a voice announced from the shadows. Stephen turned and his Beretta came out of it's holster and pointed at the person.

"who are you" Stephen asked then he saw a man walk out from the shadow's carrying a machine gun of some type "that is not Important" the man pointed the gun at Stephen "put your gun on the floor" Stephen smirked as he dropped his gun and kicked it over to him "your an Anti-avenger" Stephen announced "we tracked you from your teleporting" the man replied causing Stephen's smile to grow "Good" all of a sudden a bolt of thunder shot from Stephen's hand and hit the man,killing him. "never come alone" Stephen announced before collecting and holstering His Beretta. Stephen then teleported to the top f one of the Ruined buildings
 
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."
 
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."
 
"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.
 
"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.
 
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".
 
(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.
 
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
 
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.
 
"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.
 
"Heh... That went well..." Michael thought as Faith walked away purposefully. Oh well. At least he'd tried. So he had to go assassin-hunting, eh? He could hear Silver shouting something into the earpiece about the assassin, and he realised the problem might have been greater he'd estimated it to be. Where the hell had they come from? More importantly: who sent them and how did they get in? This base was supposed to be hidden, wasn't it? That was why security wasn't as tight as it would have been if it had been above ground.

Michael unholstered his pistol and proceeded down one of the many long corridors in the Avengers' base. Doors lined the face of one wall. The lights were flickering and dim. Great. The base had reverted to emergency electricity. Something was using a lot of electricity, then.

Michael stepped around the corner and was hit in the face. As he sprawled backwards he became aware of a dark shape pulling a knife and lunging at him. He fumbled desperately for his pistol but it had slipped out of his hand when he fell and had slid a few meters away. Fuck! The assassin was almost upon him. Michael felt his power slowly concentrating to repel the attack, but it wouldn't be able to give a strong enough push in time.

Michael closed his eyes, anticipating the knife in his chest or neck. Well, he would join Myra again. They would be together again. Wasn't that what he'd always wanted, anyway? He was prepared. Had always been prepared.

Nothing came. Michael only became aware of the loud noise when it stopped. He opened his eyes. The entire corridor was empty. Unbelieving, he looked around, searching for the assassin. Where the hel had he gone? Quickly he recovered his pistol, checked his corners, tried to steady his breathing without much success. His heart beat in his throat. Fath's faint voice, through the earpiece, "Everyone all right?"

Michael pushed the button, said, "What the hell happened? Are- Are they gone?" Michael leaned back against the wall, let himself slide slowly down into a sitting position. "If that was you, thanks. Thought I was a goner. How the hell did you do that?"
 
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