Cyrickain13

When it comes to character dieing and then being reborn one my favorite ways comes from a romance series abour Darkhunters. WHen a Darkhunter is made his/her death was so painful that the screams of anguish he/she made awoke the god Artemis and was returned to earth with greater powers and just pretty much a bad monkey.

I just like the fact that they awoke the gods with thier pain.

Chris had seen it all, or what he thought was it all. This new student had took offense to being called freak boy. What more it looked like this new kid would be great on the football team, they needed a new water boy. Chris looked this new kid in the eye, man this kid thought he was tough.

"Ok, I'm sorry for calling you a freak, pyscho.", Chris said with a smirk of satisfaction. "Thing is, I'm the floor resident so no matter what it says on yer stupid card, I make the rules, and the rule is clean up yer mess and get out of my room, pyscho." Chris then proceeded to encase the new students feet in ice as best as he could. "This should cool you down. Oh and by the way my name is is Chris " Cool Mint " Coffey, and here is your new schedule card. You don't need a new one Raggity Ann you can stay here if you want." Chris then leaned against the wall wondering what was next.

(OOC.....Alright billy boy ball is your court lol)

Chris " Cool Mint " Coffey sauntered down the 6th floor hallway. The sixth floor was reserved for the new kids, those having less then one year at Golden Eagle High. Chris wasn't new to his powers or this highschool. He had been in room 6108 when he first started here four years ago. Now he was captain of the football, wrestling, and baseball teams. Not bad for a guy without enhnaced reflexes or superstrength. Sure he wasn't the best on the teams but his presence commanded authority and his jock good looks made all the girls flock to him. Not to mention when Chris spoke almost everyone listened to his melodic voice, he had been told angels gave him his body and gods gave him his voice. That would make his attitude and playfulness property of the devil. Yes, he did have a temper but it wasnt red hot it is minty cool.

Chris first came here four years ago after an accident in which Chris froze his entire water bed into a solild block of ice. It would't of been to bad except that ice is a tad heavier then water and his bed crashed through the first floor roof. His parents not knowing what to do with thier super powered son called an old army buddy and within two months he was enrolled in Golden Eagle high. The first year was the toughest for him being away from his firends and family and occasionally freezing a teacher solid. Yes, he knew the principal on a first name basis, had a seat reserved with his name on it in the detention room, and just created general havoc where ever he went. After 3 years though Chris had cooled down a lot. Through proper training and enouragement had become one of the best students.

He walked up to the door of room #6108 and suprisingly the door was already open and two new kids were conversing. Chris cleared his throat hoping to get thier attention, whether he got it or not he didn't care.

" Yo, this is my room, the freak boy has to go, but you can stay", he said as he winked at the ragity ann look alike.


OOC: Cool mint Ice Ice blaster.......6' 00" White hair blue/green eyes, athletic build with very big shoulders and lats, has normal color skin but when he uses his powers his skin turns a blueish green color, also he emits a mint flavored smell all the time.

OOC: Vim and Fist sitting in a tree, .k...i...s..s..i.. you know the rest.

BIC:

All he had to do was wait. Waiting had become his pastime, his hobby and his friend. He counted down the 180 seconds it would take before he would find out if his teleporter just worked or if he had to press a button. He looked out of the window on the tower to see how the battle was going, after all he was worried he didn't have 180 seconds to spare. In his vision he could see a hero streaking straight for his little cubbyhole. Who the hell was this hero that was coming for him and why did he ignore the rest of the battle. He tensed backed into a corner of a room and prepared for a battle. He knew he could hold out for 57 more seconds, he had that much power.

Nineteen seconds away from freedom, thrity-eight seconds of waiting for this mystery hero to appear the door burst open in a gouge of flame and smoke. The cluttler making it impossible to see who had come through the door, and who was hiding in a corner. When the debree settled both hero and villain stared at each other, one with utter confusion in his eyes, and one with utter hatred laid on his face.

"Your dead?", Cross Fire simply said.

"I know, you killed me", Cross Draw said with contempt.

"Your dead.", Cross Fire said again. Tears weeling up in his eyes remembering the last time he saw his brother, he was a charred lump of flesh 20 stories below him.

" I know brother, you killed me, you killed your twin." Cross Draw said as his eyes narrowed in anger. Cross Draw leapt for his brother trying to return the favor his brother bestowed on him two years ago.

As Cross Draw came across the room his face full with fury, Cross Fire recalled his count had ended one second ago. The room faded, his stomach turned the stench of sweat, decay, death, and battle faded from his nostrils to be replaced with the smell of the ocean. He stood up and looked around at his surroundings. His brother was still alive, he waisted two years of his life rotting in the zig for a crime he didn't commit. His brother would pay.

His brother vanished before his eyes. Cross Draw had come close to locking his brother up again. His brother had taken his life in cold blood. His brother would be brought to justice.

OOC: Yeah I know get to tpying...what a battle though....

BIC: From his vantage point in the guards watch tower he could see the utter destruction caused by this breakout. There were heroes and villains strewn across the courtyard. The medcenters must be backed up something fierce he thought to himself. He never really considered himself a coward but being holed up this tower gave him that feeling. The tower shook again as a strange craft came into view. More villains must be escaping he thought.

" Get ready to use the teleporters," a voice in his head said. He quickly took off his helmet looking for where that strange voice had imanated from. He found the communication device and thanked his luck as he rifled through the uniforms pocket to find the telporter device. He held it in his hands wondering how he used it or if it just worked. Anyways he had his escape route now. All he had to was wait.

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They arrived exzactly at the loaction Cross Draw had told them they would. Immediatly they all activated thier travel powers and headed straight for the zig.

Cross Beam arrived there first. He quickly surveid the scene, using his analytical abilites he figured that within the hour the prison break would be quenched. He then surmassed who was leading the hero forces and teleported over to her to get a quick sitrep. As he matarialized a bolt of electricty hit him square in the back sending his circuits into shut down.

Cross Wind flew over the battle scene sending down bolts of lightning where ever they were needed. She was just a controller after all. She caught a hero falling out of the air and quickly activated his hospital telporter, but removed his headset and piped into the Hero frequancy. Cross Beam would need this info.

Cross Puch landed with a gaint thud, spilling arachnos soldiers with the force of his impact. " Time to hurt!", he yelled hoping it would scare some soldiers. He continued puching and slamming as many arachnos soldiers as he could. His foremost mission completely lost in his tiny little head.

Cross Draw arrived last and the battle was in full fever. Unfortunatly for the villains in the zig it looked as though they were losing. He concentrated his focus on a small rune tatooed on his brothers back and discerned his laction to be the eastern watchtower. His brother had never been a coward so why was he holed up now. He quickly called the arcane energies on his suit runes and ran for his brothers location.

(OOC....hopefully i kept it pretty much where it was..will right more but boss is coming back lol.

The explosions rocked the ladder he was climbing up on. He was almost to the top and no one had of yet noticed his escape. Which in his mind was good. His periphal vision caught an item flying at the catwalk to his left about ten feet away. With a sickening thud he heard the item groan as it bounced off the catwalk. " Just great a hero to save the day", he thought. He looked over to his left and saw a man holding onto a sword imbedded in the wall, right above Arachnos soldiers.

"Dammit." he yelled, "I dont have time for this.". He summoned up mystical energies around him and with left hand he getured towrads the Arachnos soldiers." Now you see him, now you dont."

He continued his climb up the ladder, pulling himself to the top he glanced down at the chaos. Why wasn't that hero doing anything but just holding onto his sword? He knew his smoke wouldn't hide the hero forever and if help didn't come for him the hero would be dead. The death of the hero wouldn't really bother him in the slightest or would it as he felt a sharp pang of guilt rising up in his consciencous. His brothers twisted face flashed before his eyes, bringing back the smells, sights and feelings of that day. He had killed his brother, his mentor and his best friend. He wasn't going to let his brother fall to his demise again, but he wasn't going back to that jail cell.

" I don't have time for this s%^&!!", he yelled down at the hero hoping to wake him. He heard the helicopters in the air and knew that longbow would soon be here. " Wake up you stupid kape jerk."

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The team had assembled quickly for being retired and most of the important members where there. Cross Draw looked them over with uptmost approval.

"Thank you all for coming.As you know my brother is free. We need to detain him and help Longbow and the other Heroes contain this situation. We will teleport one mile outside of the Zig, then use whatever means neccessary to get there as quick as possible. I know we use to be able teleport directly to the zig but since we are unofficailly under investagation we must make our presence lowkey.", Cross Draw said. " Cross Wind, Cross Punch, Cross Beam your main objective is to retun my brother back to his cell. Secondary will be to assist the guards and other heroes in restoring order to the zig. Extraction will be at Nav point alpha. Any questions?".

Cross Draw was thankful that there were no questions as each member of his team knew what vital part they played." Move out boys and girls, this won't solve itself.",he said as he walked into the teleporter.

(OOC) Cross Draw --- Fire Emp---Cont
Cross Wind --- Storm Energy defender
Cross Beam--- Energy Device Blaster
Cross Punch----SS, Invul Tanker
Have fun 8)

He walked the bowels of the prison hoping his disguise would get him past most of the Arachnos soldiers. He didn't have time for this he was free and he wanted to do stuff free men did. His mouth thirsted for a taste of a beer his body ached for the touch of a woman. I've been here to long he thought as he kept walking.

He found the stairwell leading to the prison yard and knew he had to get up five floors before he could see the light of day. He began his ascent towards freedom. An arachnos soldier stopped him two floors up. Before the soldier could question him he helped the soldier over the rail and hopefully to his death.

He made it into the yard where all chaos was breaking lose. Former skulls, CoT, and heliions were rampaging attacking everyone on sight including Arachnos soldiers. Not good, he thought to himself as he remembered what he was wearing. Drawing mystical energies into himself he made the air around him shimmer in a condesed focus of heat. Vitually invisible he made his toward the only escape route he knew the wall.

He found a ladder leading to one of the guard lookout towers. He slowly made his way up the ladder, making sure to melt the rungs after he was done using them. Hopfully no one would see his his escape.

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He woke up sweating in his bed next to his wife. H ehad just had the worst nightmare of his life. He looked over at the stone that was his link to the runes that kept his mortal enemy, and best friend at bay. The stone wasn't glowing anymore. Frantically he opened his nightstand drawer, picked up his communcater and looked to see who had thier's one. Most of the team was asleep so he made a recorded messagee hoping the buzzing and alarm tone would wake them up.

" Bearers, this is Cross Draw, trouble at the Zig.....my brother is free." It said.

OOC: First time writing in rp so I wil try not to screw up...have been reading the forums religously (iron fist, billy boy, toy, and all the other great writers props to you all). Cant stay away awesome post loved that story anyways i am rambling. So here we go...

BIC:

The cell was too bright and too cold but then again the cell had always been too bright and too cold. The runes that stopped his pyromancy glowed a neon red causeing him to have a small headache. Of course when he summoned up all his will and tapped into the magic laying dormant inside his body the headache got worse, as did the glow. His hands hurt from the shackles they put on him daily, when he had his morning workout. Can't let a villains body go to waste here in the zig. He chuckled at that thought. Facing another day here was worse then death. He walked over to the wall and summoned up his reserves, issuing a small flame from his finger as he marked a line on the wall. Too may lines on that damned wall he thought. When was he going to get out of here? The judge had told him for his misuse of his hero status and powers he would never be a free man again.

He dosed off in his cell waiting for the first day of eternity to start again. Explosions lite up his cell waking him from his reverie. The cell was dark, somehow the glow from the runes was gone? This was chance, his last day of eternity.

He summoned the magical energies inside his body and the residual energy of the runes and with minor concentration he formed a small ball of fire ontop of his hand. Elation filled his head as the pain and concentration needed to mark the wall last night wasnt needed for this. With a slight flick of his wrist the fire blast hit the wall scorching and scaring the hellish runes that had held him prisoner.

His cell door opened casting a strange shadow upon him.
"Damien Cyric Cross, aka. Cross Fire, this here boys is the man who first arrested me. He was a mighty hero back in the day but look at him now crying scared s$%less...I guess his brother was right.", the Arachnoss agent said giving a small chuckle. The man slowly moved inside his cell two gaurds following him. "Lord Arachnos has sent for you boy so get your tights and what not and stop crying and come with us.""

He stood there confused for a second as he wiped his accross his face and felt moisture. His eyes narrowed, the anger of being incarted focused and in a split second of breath he grabbed underneath the strange man's helmet", he chanted a power word his brother had taught him in his former life. The top of the helmet blew out in a cascade of blood and fire.

The other two guards stood there mistified at what had just happened. Had they read his dosier better they would of known that any mention of his dead brother would set him off. It was too late for them though, cinders of burned flesh and helmet attacked thier eyes, mouth, and nose. They didnt suffer much.

He quickly dragged all three men into his cell. He stripped the one closest to his build. Putting on the strange uniform wasnt to bad after all he needed a way to escape. Pulling the helmet over his face he excited his home, his prison, and his life.

OOC: Cross Fire arrested by Cross Draw, and Cross Wind. Former member of Bearers of the Cross. Cross is 6 2 about 235 well toned with large lats. Fire Fire Dom, Use to be Fire Fire Blaster. Has an extreme temper when his brothers name is mentioned because he thought he killed him. Red hair and he is on hero corps if you want to look at his out fit. Have much fun.