[ QUOTE ]
...who held a [censored] in his other hand...
[/ QUOTE ]
Nice story so far. The fact that what seems to be an integral part of your story is a *[censored]* did detract from it slightly though...
Polar
Yeah, I mentioned that to bridger, apparently a S A C K is offensive to people in America or something and therefore needs censoring... he's going to try and change the edits for the UK servers... gotta love the over pc yanks eh?
LMAO. Yeah, you gotta love the Yanks! [censored]! [censored], [censored], [censored]. 
Awesome.
Polar
haha, [censored], good stuff, a thoroughly enjoyable read Dark, i also enjoyed the prequel.
Aw shame - I thought that "[censored]" was put in intentionally!
Kinda like the briefcase in Pulp Fiction.
Everyone loves a Mystery!
Welcome to part one of a five part story involving my primary character Dark (Union: Dark GC) who is currently a level 21 Scrapper, Broadsword/Regen. Look forward to seeing you online. Hope you enjoy the story.
The Long Day
Part 1: The Warehouse.
It had been a long day. Dark sat with his head in his hands, Paragon City was a mystery to him. Despite being there for weeks now he had still to work out what this place was really about. Gangs roaming the streets, people running in fear, and some people said that he was the one from the Dark Ages. Hed been able to catch up on some of the language, but his past made it difficult for him to relate to most of the Paragons of Virtue that roamed the city. The shame of his past still ran deep in his veins and he was not convinced it would ever leave, no matter how much Statesman had assured him it would.
Leaning back until his head rested on the wall behind him Dark sighed. It wasnt that his time here had been unproductive, by all accounts he had done great things in the city, but it was such a strange place. Men who walked around on fire but were not consumed, women who could freeze vast areas without more than a thought, let alone the fact that he could teleport whatever that was exactly. Dark had seen people burn at the stake for less but here these people were lauded as the saviours of mankind. If those had been the only things to adjust to then perhaps he wouldnt have been so confused, but the place itself, with its trains, cars and everything else were daunting to him. He hadnt quite worked out what they were or how they worked. A couple of people had mocked him for it and he had shown them why that wasnt a good idea. Statesman had disciplined him because of that. Not a path he wanted to walk again.
So now here he was, sitting in a ruined house, getting shelter from the rain, it really had been a long day. His sword was in easy reach, and he had all his armour still on. Just because they hadnt found him yet didnt mean they wouldnt. He didnt like these Hellions. He couldnt quite put his finger on why but something about them seemed really wrong; although that was the case with most of the tribes roaming the city, so for now he just sat, watching the back of his eyelids listening to the rain drum on the remains of the roof above him. His day had started with a simple investigation into a burned down warehouse, although what wares needed such a massive area he could not be sure. The building had been burned the night before, and apparently the Hellions had done it, and he had been asked to find out why, a seemingly simple request. What he hadnt been prepared for though had been the large group of Hellions at the site who turned up looking for something.
Dark had been in the basement area of the warehouse when he first heard them, they were walking around like they owned the place, clearly not expecting to find anyone there, from the number of footsteps and voices Dark judged that there must have been at least fifty of them, quite a party to be out in the middle of the day in Paragon City, quite a risk for the tribe as they mustve known that that many of them would attract some serious hero attention.
Orders were barked out and the Hellions began rummaging through the rubble, not in a rush but from the sound of it quite carefully. Knowing his limits Dark found a shadowed corner and hid. If his day had stayed there then maybe he wouldnt be so hurting now. The Hellions clearly hadnt found what they were looking for on the floor above him, so a few of them came down, he could hear their guttural dialogue reverberating off the walls.
We gotta find it.
Yeah, the voices said they had it here, cant be far.
Dark shrank further back into the shadows, flexing his hand on the hilt of his sword. A cry came from his left, not too far away. Its here! I found it the reward will be mine!
Footsteps rushed towards the voice with shouts raised, mostly curses. Give it to me. said one voice, which was instantly followed by other similar demands, whatever it was obviously every Hellion there wanted to get their own personal hands on it. A scuffle broke out and they began to clamour and fight over it.
Maybe theyll all kill each other, pondered dark, a shot gun rang out and there was silence. What is going on here? spoke a voice somehow more guttural than those voices it silenced.
I found it, the reward is mine. Dark began to edge nearer, what was this thing that they had found, and had caused such violence within the gang.
Give it to me then. Demanded the voice.
I will hand it to the master. A shot rung out, reverberating off the walls. Dark winced. When silence returned it seemed even a breath would be too loud.
Does anyone else want to contest my right to give this to the master? The challenge was met by silence. Whatever was going on here Dark knew that he could not let something that seemed so important to the Hellions remain in their hands. Peering around a corner he surveyed the situation. A Hellion stood facing the group, a shot gun pointed at them, at his feet laid a headless member of the gang, presumably as a result of the shot, about 15 Hellions stood watching the man with the gun, who held a [censored] in his other hand. Dark processed the scene, his primary target had to be the man with the [censored] and if its content was worth them killing each other over then it must be important. Muttering a prayer he raised his sword in a silent salute, then charged.
The first thing the Hellions saw was a shadow streaking away from the other shadows, the next thing they saw was a giant in black covering the ground towards them at frightening speed the next thing they saw was blood. The broadsword swept, its blade slicing through all flesh that it hit, crunching and breaking bones.
Protect the prize, protect me! screamed the man with the shotgun as he ran up the stairs. The Hellions recovered their surprise and suddenly Dark was being hit from every direction, a sledge hammer caught him in the chest, at the same time a bat hit him on the back of his legs, he stumbled flailing for balance. Fists rained in on him, often followed by grunts of pain, as the black steel of his armour broke knuckles. He slammed into a wall, his sword breaking free of his grasp and clattering to the floor. This is it he thought, time to make peace with the maker. An explosion tore through the room. The blast drove Dark through the wall behind him, and he was thrown into darkness.
To be continued
If you want more background information on Dark then please look at the post on his origins.
Part 2 will be posted on the 21st of July.