((HALT MINORS.
There are ADULT THEMES in this thread.
Now carry on like you were going to anyway... 18?
Yeah right.))
Like Father Like Son of the Hatesman
Father.
Oswald span in place and eyed up the young man before him. Tensing his muscles he scanned his location.
You must be an illusionist. This isn't where I was standing a moment ago, and I don't have a Son. Who the hell do you think you are messing with me, BOY?
I'm...
A dead man if you don't take me back right now. said Hatesman furiously. In the blink of an eye and a flash of lightning, he was in the young man's face. He grabbed his throat and lurched forward with the sound of cracking bones.
HUAAAAGHH!? Oswald looked down in pain as he felt his arm crushed in the boys grip. The bones in his own hand had been the source of the noise too. The young man released his grip and shoved Hatesman backward. Oswald staggered back like an injured animal, but found his footing before dropping to one knee and assessing the damage he'd done to his own hand trying to force the Boy's neck. It was as if a normal man had tried with all his strength to move a fifty tonne weight. Hatesmans fingers were throbbing with pain that only helped fuel his rage.
You... Cretin!! Hatesman bit viciously, as cracks of electricity sparked across his body with each word.
Still don't believe me or do I have to persuade you some more, Old Man?
Hatesman rose to his feet and snatched an ampule from his belt, flipping the cap off with his thumb before digging it into his wrist. A surge of Super-Adrenaline coursed through his veins, inflating them like blue hose pipes held beneath his skin.
Do your best you little *******. I'm not afraid to die, kill me and more like me will come to stand in my place.
The Young Man smirked and lowered his gaze. Just like Mother said you'd say.
What else did the wench tell you? I'll take her life when I'm done with you.
She said you'd say something like that. Threatening my mother if I mentioned her. She also told me your weaknesses, and that exploiting them was the only way to make you understand. All I can say Dad is that you're in for some serious PAIN. C'mere you old coot. he mocked with a beckoning motion.
F*** YOU. barked Hatesman as he flew at his opponent, planting a clean hit on his jaw.
Ugnhhh! the Young Man flew from his feet in a perfectly horizontal trajectory into the grey fog of the surrounding storm.
Hatesman dropped to his knees again and clenched his fist. Aaaaggggghhhhhhh!!! a wave of water crashed up against the side of the Leviathan. How the hell did he do this!?
Oswald drew himself to his feet and limped toward the communications tower, holding his throbbing hand as he went. He stumbled forward a little as the Young Man returned before him, pushing the Sub down in the water as he landed on its grey outer deck.
Wow, that one actually hurt... he said, rubbing his red face, and blinking with dizzied eyes that failed to focus properly. ...how'd you...?
You make me ANGRY, and I HURT YOU. replied Hatesman bluntly as he landed a firm blow in the young man's gut, following it up with another punch to the jaw which scattered the water from his soaking wet face and hair.
Before he could feel the consequences of his action, Hatesman grappled the unstable young man with a hand placed behind his neck. Hatesman wasn't about to let him recuperate, he did not show mercy to such powerful Meta-Human.
Jerking forward, Hatesmans forehead impacted his opponents like a pair of golf balls colliding in mid flight. Bone audibly crunched from the force. They both felt the force, blinding them to all but their axillary senses. They fell to their backs screaming with breathless agony that was rarely heard from a fully grown man, let alone two of them at the same time. The pain was vicious and uncontrollable for Oswald, he felt nothing and everything at once. His skull was too tight for his brain, causing a pressurization that punctured deep down into the back of his neck. As he writhed and wriggled in his blinded darkness like an upturned beetle, he clawed at the deck of the ship. Stopping as he heard the footsteps of his opponent making a hesitant, random line for him.
Kill me... now if you think you can!
You idiot... YOU IDIOT... the Young Man breathed furiously. What have you done!? I didn't even come here to kill you! You f***ing psychopath! I came here to save you. Now what the f*** have you done to me... Aagghhh!!!
Hatesman laughed spitefully before being silenced by a swift kick to the kidney. Uuannnghhh. he groaned.
Shut up old man. Shut the hell up...! Oracle? Oracle? Can do you read me? Oracle, if you read me, I've suffered critical damage to my Temporal Cortex...
Temporal... Cortex? Hatesman choked in agony. You're a time... traveller. You're a time traveller using my technology...
The Young Man let out a furious growl. I'm your Son you piece of sh*t. I'm from the future. As the Hatesman's vision slowly returned to him... he found himself staring back at a young man who seemed almost familiar.
I... I don't believe... started Oswald, unable to finish his sentence. He was a scientist, he understood that he didn't need to believe in such things for them to happen.
My name is Gregory. You named me after your own father. Look... I have to tell you something before Oracle tracks me and transports me back to the future.
Hatesman snapped Tell me then!! he yelled before falling back into his pain.
Unh... Look. he said, grabbing Hatesman by the neck and lifting him upwards. You're going to be killed in a few weeks. I can't tell you by who, because frankly, a lot of people want you dead. But as far as I know, it's orchestrated by someone from my time. He wants to wipe me out through you, see? If you don't kill him when you meet him, he'll either kill you or go after your parents to wipe you out. Again and again, he will head down our family tree, recruiting new people to do his dirty work, until he destroys an important link that removes me from the future. I've been unable to stop him on my own, but I'm going to return to the future, collect my troops and meet you at your complex in the Jungle in a few weeks time.
That's when and where you're killed.
But we can't let that happen! Can we Old Man? Am I getting through your thick skull!? We're going to make a stand, and stop your assassination from ever happening.
Gregory opened his palm and revealed a small metal device. Here, take this MP3 player, it contains all the files you need to prepare...
Hatesman coughed. An MP3 player?
Yeah, there's about a Gig of data, it's all I could find that's compati--
Oswald jolted forward. He sat in his bunk in a lonely captains cabin aboard the Leviathan. Sweating profusely, his head was searing with pain. He stumbled out of bed and made his way to a mirror, checking his appearance. He looked like hell, even more-so than his regular disfigured self.
Noticing something in his grip he jumped back with fright. A palm sized MP3 player dropped to the floor, cracking the LCD screen down the middle.
A knock at his cabin door alerted him again, and he darted toward it, throwing it open to reveal a young woman with white hair, dressed in the tight leather TLF Covert Ops suit. Oh... Captain. she saluted to her naked commanding officer. Oracle reports that the LoRD's have boarded the Tempest and are en route as we speak.
Her eyes wandered across his pale naked body and then met his gaze again as he leaned into her face. Maia... It's disturbing that you're the one to deliver me this information. Turns out I need your unique talents.
The young soldier smiled and placed her hand on Hatesmans powerful chest. Not that. said Oswald as he took her hand and pushed the MP3 player into it. Decrypt this at the nearest work station.
Oh, my other skills... Gotcha big guy. she winked. Taking the device she headed down the corridor playfully. Hatesman watched with a scowl as she left, then turned back to his room to locate some clothes.
> Hatesman is visited by his Son from the Future. They have a super awesome fight, and his son, Gregory, tells him that he'll be assassinated soon if he doesn't get his act together. Thus wiping Gregory and Hermann Oswald from the timeline.
Hermann Oswald, Daddy Hatesman awakens in his cabin abboard the TLF Leviathan Nuclear Submarine, finding himself in posession of the Data device his son gave him in his "dream". He is disturbed in his fumbling, to find a TLF Operative named Maia instructing him that the League of Righteous Destroyers are on their way to the sub, it is the night of the meeting. Spooked out, he enlists the help of Maia, a tech specialist to decrypt and analyse the data, all the while planning his game at the next LoRD's meeting. <
Now read the whole thing because I wrote it while sober, and so it's probably at least mildly entertaining.]]
((HALT MINORS.
ADULT THEMES 
in this thread.
There are
Now carry on like you were going to anyway... 18?
Yeah right.))
Like Father Like Son of the Hatesman
Father.
Oswald span in place and eyed up the young man before him. Tensing his muscles he scanned his location.
You must be an illusionist. This isn't where I was standing a moment ago, and I don't have a Son. Who the hell do you think you are messing with me, BOY?
I'm...
A dead man if you don't take me back right now. said Hatesman furiously. In the blink of an eye and a flash of lightning, he was in the young man's face. He grabbed his throat and lurched forward with the sound of cracking bones.
HUAAAAGHH!? Oswald looked down in pain as he felt his arm crushed in the boys grip. The bones in his own hand had been the source of the noise too. The young man released his grip and shoved Hatesman backward. Oswald staggered back like an injured animal, but found his footing before dropping to one knee and assessing the damage he'd done to his own hand trying to force the Boy's neck. It was as if a normal man had tried with all his strength to move a fifty tonne weight. Hatesmans fingers were throbbing with pain that only helped fuel his rage.
You... Cretin!! Hatesman bit viciously, as cracks of electricity sparked across his body with each word.
Still don't believe me or do I have to persuade you some more, Old Man?
Hatesman rose to his feet and snatched an ampule from his belt, flipping the cap off with his thumb before digging it into his wrist. A surge of Super-Adrenaline coursed through his veins, inflating them like blue hose pipes held beneath his skin.
Do your best you little *******. I'm not afraid to die, kill me and more like me will come to stand in my place.
The Young Man smirked and lowered his gaze. Just like Mother said you'd say.
What else did the wench tell you? I'll take her life when I'm done with you.
She said you'd say something like that. Threatening my mother if I mentioned her. She also told me your weaknesses, and that exploiting them was the only way to make you understand. All I can say Dad is that you're in for some serious PAIN. C'mere you old coot. he mocked with a beckoning motion.
F*** YOU. barked Hatesman as he flew at his opponent, planting a clean hit on his jaw.
Ugnhhh! the Young Man flew from his feet in a perfectly horizontal trajectory into the grey fog of the surrounding storm.
Hatesman dropped to his knees again and clenched his fist. Aaaaggggghhhhhhh!!! a wave of water crashed up against the side of the Leviathan. How the hell did he do this!?
Oswald drew himself to his feet and limped toward the communications tower, holding his throbbing hand as he went. He stumbled forward a little as the Young Man returned before him, pushing the Sub down in the water as he landed on its grey outer deck.
Wow, that one actually hurt... he said, rubbing his red face, and blinking with dizzied eyes that failed to focus properly. ...how'd you...?
You make me ANGRY, and I HURT YOU. replied Hatesman bluntly as he landed a firm blow in the young man's gut, following it up with another punch to the jaw which scattered the water from his soaking wet face and hair.
Before he could feel the consequences of his action, Hatesman grappled the unstable young man with a hand placed behind his neck. Hatesman wasn't about to let him recuperate, he did not show mercy to such powerful Meta-Human.
Jerking forward, Hatesmans forehead impacted his opponents like a pair of golf balls colliding in mid flight. Bone audibly crunched from the force. They both felt the force, blinding them to all but their axillary senses. They fell to their backs screaming with breathless agony that was rarely heard from a fully grown man, let alone two of them at the same time. The pain was vicious and uncontrollable for Oswald, he felt nothing and everything at once. His skull was too tight for his brain, causing a pressurization that punctured deep down into the back of his neck. As he writhed and wriggled in his blinded darkness like an upturned beetle, he clawed at the deck of the ship. Stopping as he heard the footsteps of his opponent making a hesitant, random line for him.
Kill me... now if you think you can!
You idiot... YOU IDIOT... the Young Man breathed furiously. What have you done!? I didn't even come here to kill you! You f***ing psychopath! I came here to save you. Now what the f*** have you done to me... Aagghhh!!!
Hatesman laughed spitefully before being silenced by a swift kick to the kidney. Uuannnghhh. he groaned.
Shut up old man. Shut the hell up...! Oracle? Oracle? Can do you read me? Oracle, if you read me, I've suffered critical damage to my Temporal Cortex...
Temporal... Cortex? Hatesman choked in agony. You're a time... traveller. You're a time traveller using my technology...
The Young Man let out a furious growl. I'm your Son you piece of sh*t. I'm from the future. As the Hatesman's vision slowly returned to him... he found himself staring back at a young man who seemed almost familiar.
I... I don't believe... started Oswald, unable to finish his sentence. He was a scientist, he understood that he didn't need to believe in such things for them to happen.
My name is Gregory. You named me after your own father. Look... I have to tell you something before Oracle tracks me and transports me back to the future.
Hatesman snapped Tell me then!! he yelled before falling back into his pain.
Unh... Look. he said, grabbing Hatesman by the neck and lifting him upwards. You're going to be killed in a few weeks. I can't tell you by who, because frankly, a lot of people want you dead. But as far as I know, it's orchestrated by someone from my time. He wants to wipe me out through you, see? If you don't kill him when you meet him, he'll either kill you or go after your parents to wipe you out. Again and again, he will head down our family tree, recruiting new people to do his dirty work, until he destroys an important link that removes me from the future. I've been unable to stop him on my own, but I'm going to return to the future, collect my troops and meet you at your complex in the Jungle in a few weeks time.
That's when and where you're killed.
But we can't let that happen! Can we Old Man? Am I getting through your thick skull!? We're going to make a stand, and stop your assassination from ever happening.
Gregory opened his palm and revealed a small metal device. Here, take this MP3 player, it contains all the files you need to prepare...
Hatesman coughed. An MP3 player?
Yeah, there's about a Gig of data, it's all I could find that's compati--
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Oswald jolted forward. He sat in his bunk in a lonely captains cabin aboard the Leviathan. Sweating profusely, his head was searing with pain. He stumbled out of bed and made his way to a mirror, checking his appearance. He looked like hell, even more-so than his regular disfigured self.
Noticing something in his grip he jumped back with fright. A palm sized MP3 player dropped to the floor, cracking the LCD screen down the middle.
A knock at his cabin door alerted him again, and he darted toward it, throwing it open to reveal a young woman with white hair, dressed in the tight leather TLF Covert Ops suit. Oh... Captain. she saluted to her naked commanding officer. Oracle reports that the LoRD's have boarded the Tempest and are en route as we speak.
Her eyes wandered across his pale naked body and then met his gaze again as he leaned into her face. Maia... It's disturbing that you're the one to deliver me this information. Turns out I need your unique talents.
The young soldier smiled and placed her hand on Hatesmans powerful chest. Not that. said Oswald as he took her hand and pushed the MP3 player into it. Decrypt this at the nearest work station.
Oh, my other skills... Gotcha big guy. she winked. Taking the device she headed down the corridor playfully. Hatesman watched with a scowl as she left, then turned back to his room to locate some clothes.
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[[Too Long;Didn't Read Version:
> Hatesman is visited by his Son from the Future. They have a super awesome fight, and his son, Gregory, tells him that he'll be assassinated soon if he doesn't get his act together. Thus wiping Gregory and Hermann Oswald from the timeline.
Hermann Oswald, Daddy Hatesman awakens in his cabin abboard the TLF Leviathan Nuclear Submarine, finding himself in posession of the Data device his son gave him in his "dream". He is disturbed in his fumbling, to find a TLF Operative named Maia instructing him that the League of Righteous Destroyers are on their way to the sub, it is the night of the meeting. Spooked out, he enlists the help of Maia, a tech specialist to decrypt and analyse the data, all the while planning his game at the next LoRD's meeting. <
Now read the whole thing because I wrote it while sober, and so it's probably at least mildly entertaining.]]
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