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Varthonai
July 24th, 2008, 12:49 AM
"Excellent," Hector smiled. "Just those last two poor fellows over there, against the three of us... almost pitiful, really."

The team advanced toward the final target, ready for battle.

***

A lone man in a brown fedora walked through the halls that led to the heart of the Level 5 complex. A microphone buzzed in his ear.

"What do you want?" hissed the man in the fedora.

"We need you to check in at the Core," came a reply.

"I'm off-duty! I don't need to do anything!"

"Mr. Frederick, I'm afraid we can make you do whatever we ask. You're under our control as long as we have your termination codes. The undead flesh you inhabit only lasts so long as we continue to keep our fingers off of the keys that deactivate your regenerative medical devices."

"It's DR. FREDDY," replied the Elite. "You know that, you were the one who pulled me out of my world's Hell and into THIS one, remember?"

"Very well, Dr. Freddy. Be prepared for combat, unlikely as it is. You may activate your primary weapon."

Five long razor blades slid out of a glove on Dr. Freddy's right hand. The Doctor growled into his headset.

"I'm going to get compensation for this. This is ABUSE."

"Call it what you will, Dr. Freddy. Now go and investigate. We're running on a tight schedule."

***

Herald observed Dr. Freddy's progress from the Observation Deck. One of his co-workers came to watch with him.

"What... IS he?"

"He is a clone of the corpse of a different man," Herald replied, "implanted with that man's memories, given supernatural strength and power and weapons. He was originally created to combat one of our rogue co-workers. You see, in his former life he had a vendetta against our psychiatric consultant... so we turned to him when our psychiatric consultant turned out to be just as depraved as the men we were trying to contain."

"You're talking about--"

"Don't say his name out loud," Herald warned. "Betrayals from the inside are always classified. There are many people who might overhear in this area."

"But it's him, isn't it? You know who I mean."

"Yes," Harold answered. "Him."

The other man was silent. "So Freddy's mad at him for some reason? Did they have a fight?"

"Freddy was brutally beaten and then decapitated by The Man In Question."

"...I see."

"Even after their initial fight, when The Man In Question fled, we decided to keep Freddy, though. Bloody rage is a powerful ally, and he's become a capable fighter."

"So why are we wasting him on a recon op?"

"Necessity, my friend. Necessity."

***

The three members of the shaky truce stood victorious over the burned, bloodied bodies of the patrol team.

"All right, I have the combination to the vault," Hector said, immediately going back to business. "Stand aside, it'll spring fast when it--"

"YOU!" boomed a voice from across the hallway, resonating with disbelief. "YOU! YOU F*CKING BASTARD!"

Hector swerved. "What the hell are you--how did they know?! How did they--"

*shkt*

Hector dodged just in time from a blow that came--not from "Dr. Freddy"--but from the Joker. A thrown playing card slashed Hector's ear. It had been aimed at his neck.

"HAHAHAHA! I knew it, Hecky! This was a setup!"

"No, you idiot!" hissed Hector. "HE'S the one who--"

The Joker's fist hit Hector in his masked face. The pale-skinned devil had been palming a joybuzzer, and some of it coursed through the material of the helmet to shock Hector badly.

"Gahhh!" screamed Hector, shaking erratically. "Stop it, this is--"

*SHKT*

Three razor-sharp claws slid through the Joker's back. "No one is going to kill that bastard except for me," growled Dr. Freddy into the Joker's ear. "NO ONE."

The Joker's bloody body fell to the floor, spitting blood and convulsing. Dr. Freddy didn't bother finishing him off--he had bigger fish to fry, so he turned his rotting eyes on Hector.

"So. We meet again."

"Spare the archenemy formalities, Frederick, I'm not in the mood," said Hector, spitting out a few teeth--teeth that were rotted and blackened, and moist with swamp-like gooey material. "At worst you could say we've killed EACH OTHER; the vendetta's over."

"Yet here you are, alive and well again," hissed Freddy. "I will not rest until you are DEAD and never come back!"

Shriek had been pacing the room, trying to get in a shot or a sound to manipulate Freddy. Freddy turned his head to her.

"Spare it, ma'am," he chuckled. "I'm already technically dead, so your lightning bolts will do little harm--and I only obey commands from the Corporation, so don't bother trying to control me either. But I'll make you a deal--you can join the Corporation if you like. It's better than having to live in those ridiculous cells and run through the Corporation's arena games like a damned Roman gladiator."

"Don't listen to him, Frances!" shouted Hector. "They'll just make you into an Elite! A disgusting monster like him!"

"You call ME a monster... ha, that's ironic, isn't i--AGH!!!"

Hector had lunged at Freddy and knocked him to the floor. He had his mouth very close to Freddy's face--it almost looked like he was trying to kiss him, but on closer inspection it was obvious that he was biting Freddy's ear off and seeming as if he were about to chew right into his enemy's brain. His hands were working furiously to hold Freddy's limbs still, but if the undead creature beneath him got one hand loose it was all over...

I have the upper hand now, thanks to his incessant need for monologues, Hector thought. But I hope you aren't seriously considering his offer, Ms. Barrison...

(SPP, this is an actual turning point. Your character can continue from here as an ally of Hector, or she can turn on Hector and become an ally of the Corporation, or she can simply walk away from the fight and try to find her own path out of the Corporation's prison. As you will.)

Silverpaperplate
July 24th, 2008, 02:17 AM
Shriek took one glance at Joker. He had been acting quicker on the same thought they both had had about Hector. No way in hell was she gonna stay here, which meant any consideration of Frederick's offer was out of reach. She didn't need much time to think things through. Hector was they key to getting out from these endless halls. She didn't mind working alone, and she was convinced she'd make it out at some point.
...Yet, having company had always been an option Shriek preferred.

Time had run out for Hector, as Frederick managed to get free -- One ear less. He violently pushed Hector away from Joker and Shriek. I might not be able to work on this bastard's mind, but no one mentioned any rules about any other options.
With determination in every movement, Shriek clenched her fists, loaded herself with enough energy to easily shove a car away and aimed at Frederick.

Missed. Damn it!

Shriek still had enough power to reload , but with a killing machine coming at her like a steam engine, it had started to become a stressful affair and she had to back away to 6uy more time.
He was close, closer than Shriek liked as she sent off the bolt.
A joyous shiver went through her as the body slamming into the wall with a horrifying dunk. She panted slightly and took a few steps forward towards Hector, but stopped. He's fine as he is.
"The person you call Ms. Barrison died before you ever had a chance to meet her, Hecky," Shriek said in a mocking tone.
She sighed and chuckled. "Considering to keep up, Joker?"

Varthonai
July 24th, 2008, 02:39 AM
Shriek still had enough power to reload , but with a killing machine coming at her like a steam engine, it had started to become a stressful affair and she had to back away to 6uy more time.
He was close, closer than Shriek liked as she sent off the bolt.
A joyous shiver went through her as the body slamming into the wall with a horrifying dunk. She panted slightly and took a few steps forward towards Hector, but stopped. He's fine as he is.
"The person you call Ms. Barrison died before you ever had a chance to meet her, Hecky," Shriek said in a mocking tone.
She sighed and chuckled. "Considering to keep up, Joker?"

("Cool" doesn't even BEGIN to describe that post, SPP. :thumbsup:)

The Joker coughed up some blood. "Heheh... I'm paintin' the town red here... or at least the jail... heheh..."

"This is no time for jokes, you asshole," Hector growled. "It's your own fault that this happened."

Hector bent down and looked at the wounds. "Agh, he was stabbed in the gut. He'll live but he won't be able to move, except by crawling, until we can get somewhere safe. He needs surgery..."

Freddy was running off. Shriek made a move to go after him but Hector shook his head. "He already called in a squad. There's no point going after him now."

"Heh--Heck, boy," the Joker laughed, spitting a bit of blood again, "what're we gonna do now?"

Hector bent down to the vault and entered a code sequence. The mechanism whirred and the door sprang open suddenly, like a clamp.

"I'll tell you what we're going to do," Hector said, in a low and dangerous voice. "We're going to go through with the plan. Joker, you're useless in a fight... take this and install it in the computer down there."

Hector thrust a USB drive into the pale man's twitching hands, picked him up, and dropped him down the hole. The Joker landed on the ground about ten feet below.

"We'll hold them off," Hector shouted down. "Just get it in the computer, quickly! We'll get you as soon as the virus is loaded into their security and the system goes down."

Hector slammed the vault door shut again and turned. "You've made your point," he said, reluctantly. "Shriek."

One of the fallen patrolmen had been a medic. Hector took a scalpel from his First Aid kit and twirled it expertly.

How do we first begin to covet? Hector thought to himself. We covet what we see. And I have seen so very many people die by my hands...

***

"Dr. Frederick," hissed Herald into the comlink, "You will not go back and fight. You will seek medical attention and let the enforcement team do the heavy work."

"But HE is there! He is--"

"THAT'S AN ORDER, Elite."

"...I do as I am commanded."

"Yes, you do. Now go and do it."

Herald cut the connection and turned to the CEO.

"It's our old friend from Psychiatry. He's decided to show his face again. He's trying to take control of the Core Terminal."

The CEO nodded. "I know."

".............WHAT?"

"I know. I've been monitoring his actions for some time now. Private feed, only to me."

"And you did nothing?!"

The CEO looked stern. "I run this Corporation, Herald. There are other forces at work than the ones you know. Do not question my judgment."

"...yes, Boss."

"Now order in the strike force. I want all three of them dead."

"Dead? Not recaptured?"

"DEAD." The CEO licked his lips, savoring the word. "DEAD. DEAD. DEAD. We have Level 11 Clearance, Herald! It's wonderful! We can kill every last rat-bastard one of them if we like!"

"As you wish, Boss." Herald typed another command into the terminal. "KILL--NOT CAPTURE."

castlemanic
July 24th, 2008, 07:30 PM
(goddam, im not letting this thread die)

Sylar kept on pushing through the darkness, hoping to find some flaw, a mistake in the design of the blackened state of the room. he kept on walking for hours, he had eaten right before he had fired at hi first guard, Sylar still didnt know if he was alive or dead (your call varth). Sylar continued on when he eventually bumped into something, and uneven patch of ground in a pitch black room. Sylar grinned.

Varthonai
July 25th, 2008, 12:30 AM
(goddam, im not letting this thread die)

Sylar kept on pushing through the darkness, hoping to find some flaw, a mistake in the design of the blackened state of the room. he kept on walking for hours, he had eaten right before he had fired at hi first guard, Sylar still didnt know if he was alive or dead (your call varth). Sylar continued on when he eventually bumped into something, and uneven patch of ground in a pitch black room. Sylar grinned.

(For the millionth time, people, THIS THREAD IS NOT DYING. In fact, it's one of the most active RPs on the forums, with 7 active members! Good Lord.)

The Joker felt the ground hit him hard in the face. His wounded abdomen exploded with pain, but he hardly noticed. Pain was often a factor in the Joker's line of work, and he had learned to ignore it a long time ago.

Hand over hand, he pulled himself toward the computer terminal. "Come on, come on," he groaned, straining. "Come to Papa..."

This was useless. He could barely move. By the time the Joker got to the computer terminal, Hector and Shriek would already be captured or dead.

"INTRUDER. CLEARANCE NOT RECOGNIZED."

A computerized voice beeped near the Joker's face, and a robotic security camera with a red electrical eye appeared before him. It was mounted on a robotic arm with a number of extending joints, going all the way up to the ceiling of the Core.

"PLEASE SCAN AGAIN. CLEARANCE NOT RECOG--"

The Joker pulled a card from his pocket wearily, straining to even turn his crawling body. "This is my identification, you failed HAL stunt double. Let me through."

The arm moved closer. "CLEARANCE STILL NOT RECOGNIZED. PLEASE PROCEED TO--"

The tip of the arm exploded in a burst of sparks as the Joker pushed the razor-sharp card clean through the lens of the camera. It reeled backwards erratically. The Joker had latched onto it with both hands, hanging on with an iron grip while it flailed around the room.

"No, no," the Joker groaned, annoyed. "No, move THAT way, toward the terminal!"

The arm moved around the room completely at random, spouting occasional nonsense.

"PLEASE PROCEED TO CLEARANCE YOUR RETINA SCAN WITH AUTHENTICATIO10101010000"

At last, the arm arrived nearby the computer terminal. The Joker released his grip and landed heavily in the swivel chair by the machine.

"Direct hit, heheh," the Joker chuckled. He coughed a little more blood. "Hecky, you'd better be right about this," he continued, pushing the USB drive into the computer, "or I will be one very mad clown..."

***

"On your left!" called Hector, slashing an enforcement officer's neck and kicking him away.

Shriek fired a bolt of power to the left and blasted away an enforcer who was getting into firing position.

"They're armed with automatic weapons," Hector shouted above the sound of gunfire. "That means the CEO finally got Level 11 Clearance--bad news for us."

Shriek didn't have time to speak, but figured Hector's word was as good as anyone's in this situation. She blasted another man about to open fire and he splattered against a wall.

"You fight long-range offensively, I fight melee defensively--we should be most efficient if we work that way, as long as we aren't separated," Hector continued, stabbing another man in the face. "Don't let them drive a wedge between us."

Hector picked a handgun from the man he had just killed and fired off several rounds. Three gunmen went down where Hector aimed, struck by a hail of small-caliber rounds.

Another man tried to ambush Hector from behind and got a faceful of scalpel. Hector pulled the weapon out again, licked the bloodstained blade and turned to Shriek.

"Can't you set them against each other, or something? How strong are your powers since you escaped?"

Shriek was about to speak when a loud buzzing noise cut her off. The enemy heard it to--all of them looked up at the ceiling, the source of the noise.

Then all the the lights went black.

"What the hell?" was whispered silently among the guards several times, in several variations. Hector knew that enforcement squads weren't equipped with night vision--but he had Spec Ops armor. He did.

He moved quickly and silently among them, striking occasionally and with excessive force. There were perhaps fifty soldiers left when the lights went out; Hector had killed thirty-four of them within ten minutes. As he slit the throat of his thirty-fifth victim, he realized he had come full circle and bumped into Shriek.

"Shriek," he whispered. "Joker succeeded... we are now at a significant tactical advantage. Now, aim left. No, ten degrees further... as much power as you can."

BOOM. The walls shook and a dozen soldiers were blown to pieces. Several more were flung unconscious against the walls. The brief flare of power lit up the room, illuminating the carnage for a few moments before vanishing into the darkness.

Hector scanned the room with his night vision filter and saw one remaining man who was alive and conscious. He grabbed the man by the lapels and hissed threateningly.

"Run back to your boss, little man. Tell him I'm coming for him."

"Y-yes sir," squealed the soldier. Hector grinned.

"No, not really. On second thought, I'd rather surprise him."

Hector raised his scalpel and rammed it all the way through the soldier's throat, then yanked it out again and licked it clean. The dying man gargled and made a death-rattle sound, then collapsed and ceased moving.

"Come on," Hector said to Shriek, turning his head. "I'd better go have a look at the Joker now."

***

<commencing subroutine 5.405>

<authorizing>

<ERROR ERROR ERROR ERROR>

<corrupt files detected>

<corruption identifies unknown virus>

<scanning...>

<attempting purge>

<purge failed. reattempting purge with antiviral 2.0>

<purge failed. reattempting purge with antiviral 3.0>

<aflkdjfwmfanvappwaeffatal_exceptionadffkllvcancell ing>

<EMERGENCY REBOOT>

<SHUTTING DOWN>

<System Shutdown complete; restarting>

<This is the SylarGuard Artificial Intelligence. Welcome.>

<authorizing new guest>

<new guest: name = PsychoLog666>

<SYSTEM OVERRIDE by PsychoLog666; authorization granted>

<System renamed. System is now the CorporationBane Artificial Intelligence>

<PsychoLog666, would you like to continue modifications? Y / N>

***

Nny and the Corinthian had just finished attaching wheels to the Wall when suddenly the world disappeared around them. They were in an large 10x10x10 meter cell, standing in the same positions that they had occupied only moments before. One noticeable difference was that Nny now had several wire attached to his head with suction cups.

"That was... convenient," noted the Corinthian. "Something must have happened to distort their generator system."

"I see..." said Nny, drowsily. The Corinthian walked over and pulled the suction cups off; Nny perked up immediately.

"I think I was right," the Corinthian continued. "You were generating most of their reality yourself. Or... or perhaps the world was more a part of you than vice versa from the beginning. Either way, we're out now."

"LOOK! NAIL BUNNY!" screamed Nny, diving at the ground. Indeed, Nail Bunny was lying on the ground beside the now-mobile Wall; so was Nny's "Die-ary."

"Lovely," said the Corinthian. "Now... back to practical matters."

He charged at the barred door of the prison and burst it open with his shoulder. "After you, Johnny."

***

"CATASTROPHIC!" Herald screamed. "Boss, prisoners are leaking out all over the place!"

"It's a bit more hectic, yes. It is far from a catastrophe," maintained the ever-calm CEO. "We are almost ready to move to the next stage of the plan, after all. And our opponent is still stuck on the 5th floor... isn't he."

"Yes, Boss, but--"

"Then he can't be a problem for much longer. All of our troubles are gathering in one spot, Herald--we can wipe them out with one fell swoop."

The CEO hovered his throne over to the main control panel. "Let's step up the offensive, Herald. It's time... to order Phase Three."


(Alright, gang, this marks the end of Story Arc 1. The first stage of Hector's plan seems successful, the killers are escaping and grouping together, and all the active players are finally free to walk out of their prisons--YES, even you, castlemanic. The CEO's mysterious plan is developing further... what horrifying secrets will we uncover as we progress further through our prison?)

(I'd like to take the time to thank all of you active players, for helping make this RP special; I'd also like to clarify that XAXEM IS ON VACATION with no access to a computer, and he will be resuming his post as Johnny C. sometime in August unless something allows him to do it earlier.)

(Let's make Story Arc 2 even more kick-ass, guys! Hell yes!)