Hello all. I'm an aspiring writer and I've started this tale about my character The Human Miracle (for a full bio and background please check here at Virtue Verse:http://www.virtueverse.com/index.php/Human_Miracle). This is an ongoing project and your comments as well as CONSTRUCTIVE crticism are much appreciated. Thank you for taking the time to read this and I hope you enjoy it!
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Prologue: And So it Begins Again...
John Blake, the legendary and phenomenal Human Miracle, hovered above the small warehouse in Skyway City. The police band had informed him that there was strange activity in the neighborhood, something along the lines of fleets of moving vans coming and going. This would seem strange to a normal person but upon investigation, the officer who called it in saw that the warehouse was still up for rent. Thats when he called for cape backup. Knowing a smuggling operation when he heard one; HM left the Lions Den, his club, to investigate.
Hed been floating for several minutes now and saw multiple men patrolling the perimeter. They were easily the ones up to no good, and it was obvious because they were carrying automatic weapons. Several had Uzis, some AK-47s, and a couple had MP-5s. Those were not the sort of things one would see here in Skyway, and that was proof enough that there was major weapons smuggling going on here.
Merlin, you listening? He addressed the computer AI that he had built into his home and his Nautilus-armor.
Constantly, sir the synthesized voice chimed in.
Access my Longbow clearance channel and inform them I am about to engage hostiles with heavy automatic weapons. Possibly large in number. He squinted and frowned slightly. Tell them there are heavy explosives here too. His eyes followed the group of men carry RPG launchers beneath their arms into the back entrance of the warehouse.
Will that be all, sir?
Tell Emi Ill be home later than expected this evening.
Ah, of course sir. Good hunting.
Thank you Merlin. Gliding down on three patrollers, he readied himself for the coming fight. As the men turned a corner into a secluded area to smoke, he delivered a swift blow, knocking the leader out. The other two, dumbfounded, raised their weapons. John grabbed the firearms and pulled the men into a clothes-line with his arms. Hitting them in their throats, the men fell to the concrete, gasping and wheezing.
Grinning to himself, he moved stealthily to the nearby door. Trying the knob, he found it to be unlocked. Opening it slightly, he checked for any other men. Seeing none, he entered the warehouse. He stopped in his tracks at the enormity of what he saw. Rows upon rows of weapons lined the first floor of the warehouse, like soldiers standing at attention. These, were much more advanced than the ones the guards outside were carrying and were certainly military issue, the kind that the Council and 5th Colum were likely to get a hold of.
The warehouse itself was dimly lit, apparently as to not draw attention. Men scurried about here and there to check ammunition caches and take inventory of certain types of weapons. Moving behind a weapons rack, he began to follow one worker with a clipboard, meandering lazily through the aisles. Catching up with him before he rounded the corner HM grabbed his collar and clapped a hand over his mouth to stop him from shouting. He struggled at first, but John ran his head into the wall to knock him out. He wasnt going to take any chances in here, too many men with too many weapons.
He peeked around the corner and saw several men setting up a portable generator for a bank of computers they had lined up. Wondering what they were for he waited to see if he could hear anything. With all the noise however, he didnt catch a thing.
Feeling that it was about time to make his presence known, he aimed for the generator and let fly a bolt of energy. It struck the generator and blasted it to bits. The men around it flew in all directions, some unconscious and others badly wounded. Running forward, an assailant jumped out from behind the racks and tackled HM to the ground.
Hey! Play nice. Letting the energy flow through him, he released it from his body making a concussive shockwave, which flung the man backwards and into the weapon racks, toppling them like dominos. Brushing himself off, he went to make sure the man was still alive. Tossing weapons aside, he found the man and pulled him out from under an ammunitions crate. He was alive, but his clothing was the most interesting thing about him.
He was clad in robes that looked like they were made by the Circle of Thorns, but they were all black except for a small symbol over his left breast. Johns heart skipped a beat as he recognized the clandestine symbol of the Brotherhood of the Sightless Eye, the All Seeing Eye. Tracing it with his gloved hands, questions raced through his mind. The cocking of guns brought him out of his reverie however. Turning around slowly he faced about two dozen men, dressed identically to the man at his feet.
Primoris Frater, we did not expect to see you here. One man removed his hood and stepped forward with a smile on his lips. Despite his calm demeanor he was still totting an Uzi which he had a tight grip on. HM scowled at them all and tried to play it as if he didnt hear what the man had addressed him as.
Sorry, Ive been called a lot of things, but never that before. He moved to meet the man halfway. Lets all take a deep breath and put the boom-sticks down eh? I dont want to hurt you like I did your friend there he jerked his thumb towards the unconscious man behind him. Scanning the group behind the apparent leader he was now face to face with, he saw that many of them were exchanging nervous glances with each other. Clearly they did not want the same treatment and their lack of training with the weapons showed in how some of them were holding them.
Please Primoris Frater, we know who you are. We are the faithful servants of Primoris Abbas, the First Father. Count Blake. Johns blood ran cold at the mention of his father. And, we have strict orders to keep you from stalling our work here. The man raised his Uzi to Johns face. HM grinned and swiftly ducked under his arm, charging into his chest and grabbing his wrist. Holding the man thusly, he twisted his hand and snapped the wrist holding the gun. The leader howled in pain and fell to his knees.
Empty threats. Alright chuckle bunnies, which one of you wants to take a crack at killing an immortal? John spread his arms wide and some of the men fired their weapons. The bullets, which would not have harmed him anyway, were stopped by the armor he wore and he strode into the hail of ordinance. He was five feet in front of the group before they started to reload. Really? Youre really gonna try that again? After what you just saw? He rolled his eyes and sighed. Sweeping his arm out, he let loose a torrential wave of energy that knocked them all on their backsides. My father is really scraping the bottom of the barrel here.
One of the men leapt to his feet and charged at the Human Miracle. Remembering his Pankration training, he flipped the man on his back and readied himself for the next wave of assaults from his fellows. It was a How-to Video for heroes on how to tackle multiple enemies. Men were thrown far, smote down with energy fists, and blown back by energy bolts. It only took five minutes for the fight to conclude, and Blake dusted off his hands as he strolled back to the leader, still clutching his wrist.
Alright friend, cmere. He knelt down and pried the injured mans wrist from his grip. Looks like a clean break, it should heal fine in a few months. But, something was wrong, the man was laughing.
Oh Primoris Frater you were brilliant! You were magnificent! He laughed in awe of Johns fight beforehand and John scowled at him again. He had had it with the charade now, he was done pretending. If this man wanted to see the man he wanted, hed get him. Letting the barriers he had built up in his mind fall free, his suit changed from white and gold, to black and red. His eyes burned with a deep fire and energy lanced up his body like lighting snakes.
What is my father planning you sycophantic lapdog? This was not the hero the papers saw, nor his friends, this was the leader of the secret society who had sworn an oath to protect mankind, whatever the costs. Still, the man laughed. Now though, it was more of an awestruck giggle. Tears welled in his eyes as he stared into Johns.
Youve youve amalgamated your personalities. Its marvelous. His voice was faint but reverent. This was not the desired affect that John was going for and decided it was time for the big guns. Relaxing himself more, the shadows in the room began to flow across the floor to his figure. They crawled up his body, engulfing him, and some making a cloak and hood. Now all the only things that were distinguishable about him were his pure white eyes peering from beneath the dark hood. He was a walking silhouette, the dreaded Fiend.
What is my father planning? Johns voice was no long smooth and regal. It rumbled like gravel, and echoed like a canyon would. This achieved the desired effect. The man trembled in his hands and seemed to be caught between adoration and outright blatant fear. It amused John and he brought his victim close to his non-existent face. Where is he?
InIn hiding The mans voice was a small croak, barely audible.
Where?
I cant. I-I cant. Hell k-kill me.
And you dont think I wont? This made the man quake even more and HM could smell a faint but distinct aroma of urine now. The mans head lolled back as he fainted from shock and Blake growled hungrily. He wanted answers, but this man was not the one to ask.
He was once more brought out of his reverie by a different noise, the sound of a helicopter. Longbow had arrived and he returned to his normal form. Turning around to leave and greet the public servants, he was once again stopped in his tracks. There, along the entire wall, was an enormous black and red banner. The Brotherhood symbol was plastered to it and a there was writing beneath the symbol, We are the Eyes eyes. The Longbow troops were inside the building now and he knew he had to keep this from them, to keep it all from happening again. Raising a fist, he let loose a burst of energy the burned the banner, disintegrating it entirely. By the time it was all gone, the Longbow men and women had entered the room and saluted the Human Miracle.
At ease. Here are the men yer looking for. They were smuggling military grade weapons. The symbol on their cloaks is some stupid thing from the Internet. Ill get to work on it. Book them. With that, the Human Miracle left without another word, his mind preoccupied on other matters.
Hello all. I'm an aspiring writer and I've started this tale about my character The Human Miracle (for a full bio and background please check here at Virtue Verse:http://www.virtueverse.com/index.php/Human_Miracle). This is an ongoing project and your comments as well as CONSTRUCTIVE crticism are much appreciated. Thank you for taking the time to read this and I hope you enjoy it!
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Prologue: And So it Begins Again...
John Blake, the legendary and phenomenal Human Miracle, hovered above the small warehouse in Skyway City. The police band had informed him that there was strange activity in the neighborhood, something along the lines of fleets of moving vans coming and going. This would seem strange to a normal person but upon investigation, the officer who called it in saw that the warehouse was still up for rent. Thats when he called for cape backup. Knowing a smuggling operation when he heard one; HM left the Lions Den, his club, to investigate.
Hed been floating for several minutes now and saw multiple men patrolling the perimeter. They were easily the ones up to no good, and it was obvious because they were carrying automatic weapons. Several had Uzis, some AK-47s, and a couple had MP-5s. Those were not the sort of things one would see here in Skyway, and that was proof enough that there was major weapons smuggling going on here.
Merlin, you listening? He addressed the computer AI that he had built into his home and his Nautilus-armor.
Constantly, sir the synthesized voice chimed in.
Access my Longbow clearance channel and inform them I am about to engage hostiles with heavy automatic weapons. Possibly large in number. He squinted and frowned slightly. Tell them there are heavy explosives here too. His eyes followed the group of men carry RPG launchers beneath their arms into the back entrance of the warehouse.
Will that be all, sir?
Tell Emi Ill be home later than expected this evening.
Ah, of course sir. Good hunting.
Thank you Merlin. Gliding down on three patrollers, he readied himself for the coming fight. As the men turned a corner into a secluded area to smoke, he delivered a swift blow, knocking the leader out. The other two, dumbfounded, raised their weapons. John grabbed the firearms and pulled the men into a clothes-line with his arms. Hitting them in their throats, the men fell to the concrete, gasping and wheezing.
Grinning to himself, he moved stealthily to the nearby door. Trying the knob, he found it to be unlocked. Opening it slightly, he checked for any other men. Seeing none, he entered the warehouse. He stopped in his tracks at the enormity of what he saw. Rows upon rows of weapons lined the first floor of the warehouse, like soldiers standing at attention. These, were much more advanced than the ones the guards outside were carrying and were certainly military issue, the kind that the Council and 5th Colum were likely to get a hold of.
The warehouse itself was dimly lit, apparently as to not draw attention. Men scurried about here and there to check ammunition caches and take inventory of certain types of weapons. Moving behind a weapons rack, he began to follow one worker with a clipboard, meandering lazily through the aisles. Catching up with him before he rounded the corner HM grabbed his collar and clapped a hand over his mouth to stop him from shouting. He struggled at first, but John ran his head into the wall to knock him out. He wasnt going to take any chances in here, too many men with too many weapons.
He peeked around the corner and saw several men setting up a portable generator for a bank of computers they had lined up. Wondering what they were for he waited to see if he could hear anything. With all the noise however, he didnt catch a thing.
Feeling that it was about time to make his presence known, he aimed for the generator and let fly a bolt of energy. It struck the generator and blasted it to bits. The men around it flew in all directions, some unconscious and others badly wounded. Running forward, an assailant jumped out from behind the racks and tackled HM to the ground.
Hey! Play nice. Letting the energy flow through him, he released it from his body making a concussive shockwave, which flung the man backwards and into the weapon racks, toppling them like dominos. Brushing himself off, he went to make sure the man was still alive. Tossing weapons aside, he found the man and pulled him out from under an ammunitions crate. He was alive, but his clothing was the most interesting thing about him.
He was clad in robes that looked like they were made by the Circle of Thorns, but they were all black except for a small symbol over his left breast. Johns heart skipped a beat as he recognized the clandestine symbol of the Brotherhood of the Sightless Eye, the All Seeing Eye. Tracing it with his gloved hands, questions raced through his mind. The cocking of guns brought him out of his reverie however. Turning around slowly he faced about two dozen men, dressed identically to the man at his feet.
Primoris Frater, we did not expect to see you here. One man removed his hood and stepped forward with a smile on his lips. Despite his calm demeanor he was still totting an Uzi which he had a tight grip on. HM scowled at them all and tried to play it as if he didnt hear what the man had addressed him as.
Sorry, Ive been called a lot of things, but never that before. He moved to meet the man halfway. Lets all take a deep breath and put the boom-sticks down eh? I dont want to hurt you like I did your friend there he jerked his thumb towards the unconscious man behind him. Scanning the group behind the apparent leader he was now face to face with, he saw that many of them were exchanging nervous glances with each other. Clearly they did not want the same treatment and their lack of training with the weapons showed in how some of them were holding them.
Please Primoris Frater, we know who you are. We are the faithful servants of Primoris Abbas, the First Father. Count Blake. Johns blood ran cold at the mention of his father. And, we have strict orders to keep you from stalling our work here. The man raised his Uzi to Johns face. HM grinned and swiftly ducked under his arm, charging into his chest and grabbing his wrist. Holding the man thusly, he twisted his hand and snapped the wrist holding the gun. The leader howled in pain and fell to his knees.
Empty threats. Alright chuckle bunnies, which one of you wants to take a crack at killing an immortal? John spread his arms wide and some of the men fired their weapons. The bullets, which would not have harmed him anyway, were stopped by the armor he wore and he strode into the hail of ordinance. He was five feet in front of the group before they started to reload. Really? Youre really gonna try that again? After what you just saw? He rolled his eyes and sighed. Sweeping his arm out, he let loose a torrential wave of energy that knocked them all on their backsides. My father is really scraping the bottom of the barrel here.
One of the men leapt to his feet and charged at the Human Miracle. Remembering his Pankration training, he flipped the man on his back and readied himself for the next wave of assaults from his fellows. It was a How-to Video for heroes on how to tackle multiple enemies. Men were thrown far, smote down with energy fists, and blown back by energy bolts. It only took five minutes for the fight to conclude, and Blake dusted off his hands as he strolled back to the leader, still clutching his wrist.
Alright friend, cmere. He knelt down and pried the injured mans wrist from his grip. Looks like a clean break, it should heal fine in a few months. But, something was wrong, the man was laughing.
Oh Primoris Frater you were brilliant! You were magnificent! He laughed in awe of Johns fight beforehand and John scowled at him again. He had had it with the charade now, he was done pretending. If this man wanted to see the man he wanted, hed get him. Letting the barriers he had built up in his mind fall free, his suit changed from white and gold, to black and red. His eyes burned with a deep fire and energy lanced up his body like lighting snakes.
What is my father planning you sycophantic lapdog? This was not the hero the papers saw, nor his friends, this was the leader of the secret society who had sworn an oath to protect mankind, whatever the costs. Still, the man laughed. Now though, it was more of an awestruck giggle. Tears welled in his eyes as he stared into Johns.
Youve youve amalgamated your personalities. Its marvelous. His voice was faint but reverent. This was not the desired affect that John was going for and decided it was time for the big guns. Relaxing himself more, the shadows in the room began to flow across the floor to his figure. They crawled up his body, engulfing him, and some making a cloak and hood. Now all the only things that were distinguishable about him were his pure white eyes peering from beneath the dark hood. He was a walking silhouette, the dreaded Fiend.
What is my father planning? Johns voice was no long smooth and regal. It rumbled like gravel, and echoed like a canyon would. This achieved the desired effect. The man trembled in his hands and seemed to be caught between adoration and outright blatant fear. It amused John and he brought his victim close to his non-existent face. Where is he?
InIn hiding The mans voice was a small croak, barely audible.
Where?
I cant. I-I cant. Hell k-kill me.
And you dont think I wont? This made the man quake even more and HM could smell a faint but distinct aroma of urine now. The mans head lolled back as he fainted from shock and Blake growled hungrily. He wanted answers, but this man was not the one to ask.
He was once more brought out of his reverie by a different noise, the sound of a helicopter. Longbow had arrived and he returned to his normal form. Turning around to leave and greet the public servants, he was once again stopped in his tracks. There, along the entire wall, was an enormous black and red banner. The Brotherhood symbol was plastered to it and a there was writing beneath the symbol, We are the Eyes eyes. The Longbow troops were inside the building now and he knew he had to keep this from them, to keep it all from happening again. Raising a fist, he let loose a burst of energy the burned the banner, disintegrating it entirely. By the time it was all gone, the Longbow men and women had entered the room and saluted the Human Miracle.
At ease. Here are the men yer looking for. They were smuggling military grade weapons. The symbol on their cloaks is some stupid thing from the Internet. Ill get to work on it. Book them. With that, the Human Miracle left without another word, his mind preoccupied on other matters.