Yeah, he was really fast and strong. I'm worried that if a guy like that's running around he could hurt someone, maybe another rookie like myself... Heh heh. Jimmy's words held a reserved apologetic tone. After he'd failed to stop the super shop-lifter himself he'd called the police, but since the strange man hadn't stolen much and had actually saved Jimmy, they took a full day to chase it up.
So, I've got a freeze frame on the CCTV outback for you. Come through... two PPD detectives followed Jimmy through to the back room where an image of the man that night flickered with static on a small screen, next to one that replayed the entire fight from multiple angles on a loop.
Officer Haslow pushed through, leant over and took a closer look. It's a definite Meta case. See how his eyes are bleached white?" he said pointing at the screen with one hand and putting a tooth-pick in his mouth with the other. "Yeeeah... classic trait.
So, when I told you he lifted a truck, that's not a clue? interrupted Jimmy.
Haslow let out a sigh and turned to Jimmy. Leave it to the professionals from now on kid. Kapish? We got this. Jimmy looked down at his feet and stood back in silence.
Okay Mike, take this down for the APB? Haslow asked his partner, who promptly took a pencil and notebook from his pocket. Okay Chief.
Okay... Haslow sat down at the desk in front of the CCTV monitors, scanning them all with a careful eye.
...21 Albino Male, 6ft, white eyes, pale skin, shirtless, white hair and metal pants.
Y'know... high-tech lookin' armour. I dunno, here. he motioned to Bennet to have a closer look.
...Robot Features. said bennet as he scribbled down the last details and headed outside.
Don't worry kid..." said Haslow with an air of confidence and a glint in his eye, "...we'll catch this guy."
Sunday October 7th, 10:24pm Talos Island, Arena District
Freeze! In the Name of the Law dirtbag! boomed a gruff voice through a Police Helicopters loud speaker, after a figure followed by the Choppers searchlight, darting behind a wooden fence into an alleyway.
The sound of the deafening rotor-blades filled the air as the man pressed his back up against the fence, and scanned the area in front of him before sprinting onwards.
Don't let him get away! came the voice again to officers on the ground. SWAT Commander Jennings turned the loud-speaker off as he picked up the Police-Band Radio on the cockpit HUD. This is SWAT Commander Jennings, requesting special assistance!
Roger that Commander, Heroes have been notified of the situation and Crisis Suits have been dispatched, you have permission to hold off aerial pursuit, we have target on Satellite Imaging.
With the sound of the Helicopter disappearing into the distance, on the ground, the man the police were pursuing, slowed his footsteps, so that he was now gently stalking through the alleyway on Talos Island. He stopped to turn towards where his pursuers once were, and gazed up into the nights sky at the bright half-moon, his face displaying a rare moment of emotional wonder. He was now carrying the stolen Katana across his back, on top of an equally stolen leather bikers jacket.
No body has to get hurt, but I do relish when they do. the Thief span in his tracks to locate the voice. There, he watched the shadows converge into a humanoid figure, rising out of the pavement.
Do you wish to do Battle?? inquired the thief to the shadow, reaching for his Katana.
Yesss... Yes I do! the Dark Figure lunged forwards with a fist that seeped with negative energy, cutting into the very fabric of space.
SSSHING! The Katana was loose from it's holster, parrying the hit. The Swordsman launched himself backwards to escape.
Whheeere aaare yoou going? with that, the Dark Fighter collapsed back into a black cloud, letting loose a dozen dark tendrils at the Swordsman, grasping his legs and arms, holding him dead in his tracks.
The Swordsman swung furiously, cutting off parts of the Dark Fighter, which simply dropped to the floor and wriggled like worms back to the main mass of darkness.
Give me that Blade!! a long wispy tendril shot up vertically from the mass, arched over and whipped at the Swordsman's Katana, stopping the Swordsman's attacks dead, as he now struggled to hold onto his weapon. The Tendril effortlessly yanked the Sword clean out of the Swordsman's grip and across the alleyway, where it dug into the brick wall with a sizeable 'shunk!'. Then like a serpents head, the same Tendril fixed it's attention on the Swordsman's squirming body, this time it shot forwards and wrapped itself around the Swordsman's mouth in an attempt to to choke him.
Jussst go to sssleep and thisss will all be over.
The Swordsman's hollow eyes stared into the darkness that was 'Jarral', where his gaze was immediately met by a horrific screaming face, that appeared from the darkness, enough to terrorize a normal man.
The Swordsman went limp, as he slowly suffocated into submission.
Gooooood., the Vigilante said as he lowered the Swordsman's body onto the pavement.
Then with a giant spark of light, the Swordsman's body disappeared, leaving the Dark Entity reeling backwards, splashing over into the pavement, reforming after a second into a surprisingly young man hooded in a black robe mage's robe, adorned with glowing runes and symbols.
Now where did he go!? questioned the young hero, turning in circles to survey the alley.
I got him! came a female voice high above the alleyway.
Up on the roof, a woman dressed in a green and yellow performed a rolling landing onto the roof a few meters away from the Swordsman, she hastily took out a small cylinder, tapped it against the floor and extended it into a formidable looking Metal Dueling Rod.
The Swordsman took up a lowered defensive stance.
I don't want to hurt you, just give yourself up.
The familiar thick thudding of Helicopter rotors, rose in volume, as the Chopper closed the distance, dropping down so that it was at Rooftop level, shining a blinding spotlight on the two heroes. The Swordsman hastily surveyed the area, as he once again watch the Dark hero from the alleyway, now reform on the rooftop from what seemed to be a thick black fog.
We have you surrounded, do not try to escape. came the voice of Commander Jennings from the Helicopter again.
Nice find Amy... But I'm afraid he's mine!! snapped the Dark Hero at his team-mate before dissolving into his dark tendril form again and launching at the Swordsman.
The Swordsman's eyes narrowed, as he span on the spot and sprinted towards the Helicopter, followed closely by the cloud of nightmarish energy that was 'Jarral'.
Jarral wait! Amy shouted after him.
The Swordsman leapt a full 10 meters from the rooftop, onto the Helicopters landing bar with a clang of metal against metal. Without thinking for a second, he lunged at Commander Jennings, grabbing his collar and ripping him from his seat. Jenning's harness snapped like it was made of paper as he lurched forwards.
Jarral had no time to react, as he was hit by a flailing SWAT Commander, he exploded into a fine black mist in mid air, that was promptly blown away into the wind, by the Helicopters powerful rotors.
Jennings landed awkwardly on the gravelled roof, rolling half a dozen times before coming to a stop at Amy Waters feet. The Heroine dropped to her knees for a second to see if he was all right, he reeled in pain for a second, showing her what she needed to know.
In the Cockpit, the pilot tried frantically to beat the his Hijacker away, but it was no use, he was just too strong for a normal human and before he knew it, he was falling from the cockpit onto another roof, watching the Swordsman escape with his Helicopter over the sea north of Talos Island.
Amy detracted her Dueling staff, and hit a button on her wrist. "Flight mode Activated" said a pre-programmed female computer voice, Amy's rocket boots lit up a neon blue colour, as she sprinted for the escaping helicopter.
I'm going after him! announced Amy as she extended a pair of glider wings from her back pack and dived over the ledge, launching herself into the sky. Once in flight, her Rocket Boots lit up with blue flames, as she powered after the escaping Swordsman.
The Swordsman's cold eyes fixed on a small island off the coast as he felt a sudden pull on the controls accompanied by a sizable 'thunk!'
Amy had retracted her wings and clamped herself to the side of the Chopper with her magnetic gloves. Destabilizing the chopper for a moment with her weight. The Swordsman rolled to the side, and looked backwards to Amy on the side of the Chopper. Get off. he commanded, bluntly as he lifted himself from his seat.
Amy looked up to the rotor blades above her, and then down to the rough sea below. She wasn't ready for a fight here, but she'd have no choice. The crazed hijacker had to be stopped!
Amy pulled out her Tazer gun and aimed it forwards. The strange Swordsman, flipped the Autopilot switch and climbed out onto the Helicopters left landing rail. Get off. he repeated to her as he moved closer.
Why don't you come and get some!? she said, as she fired a pair of highly charged Tazer darts into his chest.
The Swordsman let out a whelp of pain, as he grabbed the Tazer cord, and wrapped it around one of his knuckles.
You need to get off! the man shouted through the wind as he motioned towards the falling flight path of the Chopper, that was now headed back down to earth.
Amy's face filled with a look of shock as she watched the man throw himself from the Landing Rail, tugging at Amy via the Tazer cord. The two of them fell for a few seconds in Unison, before Amy threw her Tazer away and activated her Glider, flying away as she watched the Hijacker and Helicopter crash into the sea a few hundred meters from each other.
Amy circled around and doubled back in a search pattern for the Hijacker, like a hornet at a picnic.
Beneath the waves, in the depths of the sea, all was hushed and silent. A stark and contrast to the noisy world, above where a Helicopter whined it's last strains of life.
Beneath the waves, the Swordsman seemed unconcerned with such human needs as oxygen or warmth, as he dove down as far as he could, propelled ever faster by his heavy metal legs.
As the Ocean floor approached, the figure span to land firmly on the ocean floor, kicking up a large cloud of sand around him. Drawn to a snails pace by the waters resistance, the Swordsman slowly stomped his way towards an undersea cave.
"This is not how it was meant to be." he thought to himself, as he climbed the rocks from the ocean floor up to the cave.
Psyborg Zero had not come to this place to be a 'Dirtbag Villain' as his pursuers had brandished him. His destiny was a noble one.
I will hasten my evolution.
Zero turned and lifted his hand towards the cave entrance, sucking the potential energy from his environment into his palm. A shield of crystal blue ice engulfed the cave entrance, growing from either side of the hole, encapsulating him in a prison of his own design.
Psyborg Zero lowered his hands to his side, then threw them both up like a tempest weaving a magnificent spell.
"Cryostasis Reconstruction!"
With that, large shoots of ice extended from every section of Zero's body like magnificent crystal tree roots, growing ever larger and thicker.
After a few minutes the cave was filled with nothing but Ice and a strange figure encased inside...
((The damn forum timed out on me, so I lost the original copy of this! So stupid I know, so this is 'Aggreived Attempt at Chapter 2, Number Two'. Sorry if it sucks more than the others. Hope you enjoyed it anyway! SO TIRED. Zzzzzzzz.))
((Continued from Hit the Floor))
Chapter 2: The Name of the Law by @The Architect
October 6th, 7:36am - Future Dynamics
Yeah, he was really fast and strong. I'm worried that if a guy like that's running around he could hurt someone, maybe another rookie like myself... Heh heh. Jimmy's words held a reserved apologetic tone. After he'd failed to stop the super shop-lifter himself he'd called the police, but since the strange man hadn't stolen much and had actually saved Jimmy, they took a full day to chase it up.
So, I've got a freeze frame on the CCTV outback for you. Come through... two PPD detectives followed Jimmy through to the back room where an image of the man that night flickered with static on a small screen, next to one that replayed the entire fight from multiple angles on a loop.
Officer Haslow pushed through, leant over and took a closer look. It's a definite Meta case. See how his eyes are bleached white?" he said pointing at the screen with one hand and putting a tooth-pick in his mouth with the other. "Yeeeah... classic trait.
So, when I told you he lifted a truck, that's not a clue? interrupted Jimmy.
Haslow let out a sigh and turned to Jimmy. Leave it to the professionals from now on kid. Kapish? We got this. Jimmy looked down at his feet and stood back in silence.
Okay Mike, take this down for the APB? Haslow asked his partner, who promptly took a pencil and notebook from his pocket. Okay Chief.
Okay... Haslow sat down at the desk in front of the CCTV monitors, scanning them all with a careful eye.
...21 Albino Male, 6ft, white eyes, pale skin, shirtless, white hair and metal pants.
Metal pants chief? asked Detective Bennet, mildly confused.
Y'know... high-tech lookin' armour. I dunno, here. he motioned to Bennet to have a closer look.
...Robot Features. said bennet as he scribbled down the last details and headed outside.
Don't worry kid..." said Haslow with an air of confidence and a glint in his eye, "...we'll catch this guy."
Sunday October 7th, 10:24pm Talos Island, Arena District
Freeze! In the Name of the Law dirtbag! boomed a gruff voice through a Police Helicopters loud speaker, after a figure followed by the Choppers searchlight, darting behind a wooden fence into an alleyway.
The sound of the deafening rotor-blades filled the air as the man pressed his back up against the fence, and scanned the area in front of him before sprinting onwards.
Don't let him get away! came the voice again to officers on the ground. SWAT Commander Jennings turned the loud-speaker off as he picked up the Police-Band Radio on the cockpit HUD. This is SWAT Commander Jennings, requesting special assistance!
Roger that Commander, Heroes have been notified of the situation and Crisis Suits have been dispatched, you have permission to hold off aerial pursuit, we have target on Satellite Imaging.
With the sound of the Helicopter disappearing into the distance, on the ground, the man the police were pursuing, slowed his footsteps, so that he was now gently stalking through the alleyway on Talos Island. He stopped to turn towards where his pursuers once were, and gazed up into the nights sky at the bright half-moon, his face displaying a rare moment of emotional wonder. He was now carrying the stolen Katana across his back, on top of an equally stolen leather bikers jacket.
No body has to get hurt, but I do relish when they do. the Thief span in his tracks to locate the voice. There, he watched the shadows converge into a humanoid figure, rising out of the pavement.
Do you wish to do Battle?? inquired the thief to the shadow, reaching for his Katana.
Yesss... Yes I do! the Dark Figure lunged forwards with a fist that seeped with negative energy, cutting into the very fabric of space.
SSSHING! The Katana was loose from it's holster, parrying the hit. The Swordsman launched himself backwards to escape.
Whheeere aaare yoou going? with that, the Dark Fighter collapsed back into a black cloud, letting loose a dozen dark tendrils at the Swordsman, grasping his legs and arms, holding him dead in his tracks.
The Swordsman swung furiously, cutting off parts of the Dark Fighter, which simply dropped to the floor and wriggled like worms back to the main mass of darkness.
Give me that Blade!! a long wispy tendril shot up vertically from the mass, arched over and whipped at the Swordsman's Katana, stopping the Swordsman's attacks dead, as he now struggled to hold onto his weapon. The Tendril effortlessly yanked the Sword clean out of the Swordsman's grip and across the alleyway, where it dug into the brick wall with a sizeable 'shunk!'. Then like a serpents head, the same Tendril fixed it's attention on the Swordsman's squirming body, this time it shot forwards and wrapped itself around the Swordsman's mouth in an attempt to to choke him.
Jussst go to sssleep and thisss will all be over.
The Swordsman's hollow eyes stared into the darkness that was 'Jarral', where his gaze was immediately met by a horrific screaming face, that appeared from the darkness, enough to terrorize a normal man.
The Swordsman went limp, as he slowly suffocated into submission.
Gooooood., the Vigilante said as he lowered the Swordsman's body onto the pavement.
Then with a giant spark of light, the Swordsman's body disappeared, leaving the Dark Entity reeling backwards, splashing over into the pavement, reforming after a second into a surprisingly young man hooded in a black robe mage's robe, adorned with glowing runes and symbols.
Now where did he go!? questioned the young hero, turning in circles to survey the alley.
I got him! came a female voice high above the alleyway.
Up on the roof, a woman dressed in a green and yellow performed a rolling landing onto the roof a few meters away from the Swordsman, she hastily took out a small cylinder, tapped it against the floor and extended it into a formidable looking Metal Dueling Rod.
The Swordsman took up a lowered defensive stance.
I don't want to hurt you, just give yourself up.
The familiar thick thudding of Helicopter rotors, rose in volume, as the Chopper closed the distance, dropping down so that it was at Rooftop level, shining a blinding spotlight on the two heroes. The Swordsman hastily surveyed the area, as he once again watch the Dark hero from the alleyway, now reform on the rooftop from what seemed to be a thick black fog.
We have you surrounded, do not try to escape. came the voice of Commander Jennings from the Helicopter again.
Nice find Amy... But I'm afraid he's mine!! snapped the Dark Hero at his team-mate before dissolving into his dark tendril form again and launching at the Swordsman.
The Swordsman's eyes narrowed, as he span on the spot and sprinted towards the Helicopter, followed closely by the cloud of nightmarish energy that was 'Jarral'.
Jarral wait! Amy shouted after him.
The Swordsman leapt a full 10 meters from the rooftop, onto the Helicopters landing bar with a clang of metal against metal. Without thinking for a second, he lunged at Commander Jennings, grabbing his collar and ripping him from his seat. Jenning's harness snapped like it was made of paper as he lurched forwards.
Jarral had no time to react, as he was hit by a flailing SWAT Commander, he exploded into a fine black mist in mid air, that was promptly blown away into the wind, by the Helicopters powerful rotors.
Jennings landed awkwardly on the gravelled roof, rolling half a dozen times before coming to a stop at Amy Waters feet. The Heroine dropped to her knees for a second to see if he was all right, he reeled in pain for a second, showing her what she needed to know.
In the Cockpit, the pilot tried frantically to beat the his Hijacker away, but it was no use, he was just too strong for a normal human and before he knew it, he was falling from the cockpit onto another roof, watching the Swordsman escape with his Helicopter over the sea north of Talos Island.
Amy detracted her Dueling staff, and hit a button on her wrist. "Flight mode Activated" said a pre-programmed female computer voice, Amy's rocket boots lit up a neon blue colour, as she sprinted for the escaping helicopter.
I'm going after him! announced Amy as she extended a pair of glider wings from her back pack and dived over the ledge, launching herself into the sky. Once in flight, her Rocket Boots lit up with blue flames, as she powered after the escaping Swordsman.
The Swordsman's cold eyes fixed on a small island off the coast as he felt a sudden pull on the controls accompanied by a sizable 'thunk!'
Amy had retracted her wings and clamped herself to the side of the Chopper with her magnetic gloves. Destabilizing the chopper for a moment with her weight. The Swordsman rolled to the side, and looked backwards to Amy on the side of the Chopper. Get off. he commanded, bluntly as he lifted himself from his seat.
Amy looked up to the rotor blades above her, and then down to the rough sea below. She wasn't ready for a fight here, but she'd have no choice. The crazed hijacker had to be stopped!
Amy pulled out her Tazer gun and aimed it forwards. The strange Swordsman, flipped the Autopilot switch and climbed out onto the Helicopters left landing rail. Get off. he repeated to her as he moved closer.
Why don't you come and get some!? she said, as she fired a pair of highly charged Tazer darts into his chest.
The Swordsman let out a whelp of pain, as he grabbed the Tazer cord, and wrapped it around one of his knuckles.
You need to get off! the man shouted through the wind as he motioned towards the falling flight path of the Chopper, that was now headed back down to earth.
Amy's face filled with a look of shock as she watched the man throw himself from the Landing Rail, tugging at Amy via the Tazer cord. The two of them fell for a few seconds in Unison, before Amy threw her Tazer away and activated her Glider, flying away as she watched the Hijacker and Helicopter crash into the sea a few hundred meters from each other.
Amy circled around and doubled back in a search pattern for the Hijacker, like a hornet at a picnic.
Beneath the waves, in the depths of the sea, all was hushed and silent. A stark and contrast to the noisy world, above where a Helicopter whined it's last strains of life.
Beneath the waves, the Swordsman seemed unconcerned with such human needs as oxygen or warmth, as he dove down as far as he could, propelled ever faster by his heavy metal legs.
As the Ocean floor approached, the figure span to land firmly on the ocean floor, kicking up a large cloud of sand around him. Drawn to a snails pace by the waters resistance, the Swordsman slowly stomped his way towards an undersea cave.
"This is not how it was meant to be." he thought to himself, as he climbed the rocks from the ocean floor up to the cave.
Psyborg Zero had not come to this place to be a 'Dirtbag Villain' as his pursuers had brandished him. His destiny was a noble one.
I will hasten my evolution.
Zero turned and lifted his hand towards the cave entrance, sucking the potential energy from his environment into his palm. A shield of crystal blue ice engulfed the cave entrance, growing from either side of the hole, encapsulating him in a prison of his own design.
Psyborg Zero lowered his hands to his side, then threw them both up like a tempest weaving a magnificent spell.
"Cryostasis Reconstruction!"
With that, large shoots of ice extended from every section of Zero's body like magnificent crystal tree roots, growing ever larger and thicker.
After a few minutes the cave was filled with nothing but Ice and a strange figure encased inside...
((The damn forum timed out on me, so I lost the original copy of this! So stupid I know, so this is 'Aggreived Attempt at Chapter 2, Number Two'. Sorry if it sucks more than the others. Hope you enjoyed it anyway! SO TIRED. Zzzzzzzz.))
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