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Sam walked up the familar driveway. He'd been up and down it many times... but that was a life time ago back before he'd gained his powers. The sun had set and a depressed darkness lay over the town

this place sure has hit some hard times... Sam looked up, and Charlie was leaning on the door frame. "Hey Charlie. How've you and Chris been?"

"Decent," said Charlie,"come on we've got a room for you." The room was darkly lit and the ceiling fan was a bit rickety but it would be a good place to stay at least here Sam knew he would be save. Three heroes wouldn't be taken lightly.
Sam had tons of questions. The town seemed crime ridden muggings and drug deals were everywhere. How had this happened? and how had he missed it? He was postive he should have heard something about the town in the news or on the streets. He would have asked them too but Chris called.

"Hey Charlie been a while... Its Sam." Sam shifted it'd been at least seven years since he had seen Charlie.

Charlie was tempted to ask what happened to Sam but that would have to wait Sam must need something. "So what'd need Sam? Last I heard you were up in Paragon City as Lion Hart." Charlie was surprised when he got that news Sam was only 8 at the time he had run away.

"Actually I'm Shadow Impulse now. Its... complicated but I'm back in town and I need a place to stay... so I-I just thought..."

"Sure." Charlie said through the increasingly bad reseption. He remembered what had happened to Sam's family, all dead before Sam was even 8."Its the same house, I'll meet you there and get you set up."

((Poolesville is a little town in Maryland where Sam grew up, this thread is the story of the heroes of his hometown for the origin of Sam read the millennium paladin chronicles.))

Sam stepped off the bus; his duffel bag slung over his shoulder. He took a deep breath and looked around. He hadn't been back in 7 years, now all he needed was a place to stay.

He stopped for a moment and comtemplated his options then he whipped out his phone and dialed a number. after waiting a few minutes he heard a voice on the other end say "Hello?"

"You brought your UGD-1s to the hospital?" coughed Sam. He rolled back and grabbed a chair and ripped two of the metal legs off - his symbol gave him strength greater than any normal human. He stood and shoved the sharp pain all over away and consentrated on the fight.

Katie shook off the man's lightning bolt, that had taken her by surprise, but she was ready. If he wanted to get in her way then he would have to die as well. But she consentrated on getting Sam out of the fight and out the window. She saw him grab some chair legs and quickly grabbed the overturned bed and threw it at his legs he wouldn't be a challenge with the injuries he had gotten in their last fight. He rolled but not in time and and his right shoulder to his right ankle was caught by the bed and slammed into the wall. The crack of bones and accompaning cry satisfied Katie. She looked over just in time to see the man grab at his arm again and she ducked - but she didn't see the chair leg that connected with her head.

Sam had been caught half way through the roll and upside down when the bed hit him. He would be out of the streets for a long time he was sure over 60% of his bones were broken but he healed fast. He looked over and saw Mykal aim again and followed the lightning bolt. He noticed his Katie begin to duck and threw his chair leg as a last ditch attempt to end the fight.

A long way away a man clouded by the shadows in his dimly lit room chuckled at the way things had turned out. "Yeah Servant 12 a real family feud."

Crash shattered glass collided with the floor. A shadow eclipsed the room and the dead sister stepped through the window.
"Hey little bro."
In a flash she overturned Sam's bed and pinned him to the wall. "Nothing personal, the next dimension just sucks." With an erie laugh she proceded in crushing Sam's trachea.

Mykal was startled to see tears in his fellow paladin's eyes.
"I... I can't go... Its my sister... I could never fight her."
Whomever brought his sister back didn't just break his body... they broke his spirit... thought Mykal, "I understand how you feel, but you cannot just hide here in this hospital. We've got plenty of leads... in fact I'm not sure if it is your actual sister."
A statement he only half believed. It would not have been the first time Mykal had heard of a resurection but he could see hope in Sam's eyes and he couldn't rule anything out so early... especially if it were to cause Sam so much more pain. The only problem was her supernatural strength and speed...
"So," Sam said, "where do we start?"
"Well the contact of yours... is a good spot and I'll have people researching your symbol. Don't worry Sam we'll figure it out."

Sam's eyes came into focus. He was in a white hospital room with a faint beeping monitering his heart. His whole body ached and he noticed his hands shaking- he was scared. A voice, unmistakably Mykal's, said "You awake Lio-"
"Sam." His voice sounded raspy, had he been screaming?
"How are you Sam?"
"I... I guess you got the call... its nothing thanks for dragging me..." his eyes darted to a sign out a window on his left reading Chiron Medical Center, "here."
Mykal a.k.a. Servant 12, just laughed. "Oooh no you don't. First why didn't your teleport patch work?" He was collected even in a fight if one thing were to be said about Mykal it would be his cool demeanor.
"Fight in that building it got damaged."
"Ok so... I don't even know where to start." Mykal stood up from the chair he had previously occupied and closed the door. "I think you better start from the beginning."
"Look really I'm fine there isn't any special place to start I'm just a guy who isn't as tough as he thought he was. Listen don't let me hinder you this must be a big interuption, there are still crooks out there right? We should be fighting them."
Hes half dead and still sarcastic? Mykal thought.
"Sam... stop. You've been with us for a month. You've helped us fight crime, evil, demons now let us fight your demons."
Sam sighed wincing at the pain in his ribs fractured he guessed. "Ok... when I was born... I had a weird mark on my back. It scared my parents. They hid it but I could tell. Then they died... I didn't think it had anything to do with my mark... but then my sister died and I killed her murderer as he tried to kill me. It was my mark it... glowed and burned the killer to death. I don't know how I did it but I haven't been able to do it since."
"Show me." Mykal was listening intensly.
Sam pulled one arm out of his hospital shirt and showed Mykal his right shoulder blade. The tribal like symbal looked like a lightning bolt with a semi circle on the right of it. Sam slipped his arm back into his shirt and continued: "Last night my contact sent me to this building, the one you found me in, said it was a trolls hideout but,..." Sam choked up and looked away from Mykal.
"Brother what contact sent you there?" The concern in Mykal's face was genuine and Sam realized that "brother" or "sister" wasn't just something the paladins said. They weren't just a team or a supergroup... they were a family.
"I don't know his name... he just appears. Gives me missions he says he has visions of people in trouble. He showed up about the time I started to be Lion Hart. My sister, Kate, met me it was her who nearly killed me... she isn't the same... she is incredibly fast and strong..." Sam had a fit of coughing and slipped back into sleep.
Lord help him. Mykal stood as the nurse frantically checked Sam's vitals.

Faintly blinking flourecent lights illuminated the old and dilapitated office building's lobby. It hadn't ever been entered since the rikti war until now. Now a bloodied body near death lay in the center. The body reached inside his leather coat and pulled out a cell phone. Lion Hart fought to remain consicious as a voice said "Tannan Industries please hold."
"Paladins... I need help. Its... my sister... shes alive."
The flourecent lights flickered and turned off as Lion Hart passed out.

Lion Hart paused and looked at the dirt. It was an hour after his mysterious contact had sent him out into the woods looking for a circle of thorns ritual ground. He had found it and locked up all the thorns, but what captured his attention was a word scribbled in the dirt. Arioch. He didn't have a clue what it meant but deep down inside he knew it wasn't a coinsidence that he found it.
"Great job champ, now why don't you go home?"
Sam was startled and jumped but he was determined to find out what Arioch meant so he ignored "X" as he had come to refer to his contact.
"Something in the dirt?" he asked.
Sam said nothing he made a mental note of the name and slipped away into sleep once he had gotten home. His night was filled with nightmares.

Sam's eyes snapped open. He had been nodding off again as he had for the past couple of days. Even though he hadn't been aware of his enviroment he was aware of another person in his living room of his apartment.
"Back again for another pep talk?"
the person just laughed, "Heroes need to be cheered on don't they?"
"How about we start with what do you want? I highly doubt you cheer on my heroic adventures. Wait how about you just get out?"
"Now now no need to be aggressive, save that for the real bad guys champ. The ones out there in the big bad city, have I mentioned how this city could be yours? With your power you could be the shining ray of hope here do some real good you know?"
Sam did not know the man in his apartment, though he had been in contact with him since he got his powers. Though he claimed to be good Sam did not trust him and made it clear. He didn't even know the man's name. It had always been routine. Man pops up with some "vision" and Sam goes out to help whatever poor soul the man saw. Sam got the feeling he was being guided by this man, toward what he didn't know though he was sure it wasn't good.
"So what? We gonna talk or-"
"Don't need a pep talk," Sam interjected, "now what did you see?"

Sam could hear the blood pounding in his ears. The terror that filled is very being, he was 9 and back in maryland his home. 8 years ago he had lost his parents and now... his fate was unraveling. Slowly he edged along the dark hallway towards his sisters room, he faintly heard scuttling but paid no notice. His sisters voice was all he heard, she who had been his only family member only contact... only friend. He pushed open his sister's door and upon absorbing the sight expirenced complete numbness of body and mind. On the floor was the bloody corpse of the only source of care and maternal love Sam had and would ever know. In that instant Sam fate was irrepairably changed. The mystical imprint on his soul of a warrior lost to history awakened from dormancy and the sweeping darkness of the netherworld encompassed him taking him away from the room that would enternally be echted in his memory. And thus Lion Hart was born.

Lion Hart sighed as he walked into his apartment on the fourth story, recollecting the earlier events of the day. How long could he keep up the act? When would his dark nature reveal itself? Truth of the matter is he wasn't the wise cracking person he acted like, no he was a tramatized child, a victim. He hung up his costume and went to bed.

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2A) Bar Fights - Have a Bar where heros can hang out. Have villains spawn and try to pick fights. Pick up adventure from sleezy bar types.

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yeah but make it easier to find then the dance club maybe give it a large sign saying its name and have big spotlights like the monorail.