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Post by champ103 on Apr 15, 2005 12:11:58 GMT -5
667 Heroes-The Saviours Of The Day
Authors Notes: Hope you enjoy this new 667 Fanfiction I'm working on. Ask if you'd like to be a character and I could perhaps add you as a minor character later on. Enjoy, and please reveiw!
Chapter One: Jeopardy
‘Right,’ Tragedy said, his face serious, his eyes glaring at the few people sat around the table. ‘This is what I want you to do.’
The people looked at it each other. Tragedy often asked them for favours: making new banners, helping out whilst he was away, but he was never as serious as this. It made them curious, they were interested to see what it was that Tragedy wanted them for. It seemed that he had chosen the five of them very specifically. Pandora, Dante, Luna, James and Aimee were about to spend the next few days doing something very important. They just didn’t know it yet. ‘If you take a look at this board over here, I’m sure you’ll understand the true horror of what I’m about to tell you,’ Tragedy said, and spun his chair round to a whiteboard. He quickly flicked on a projector, and a sudden image flashed in front of the six peoples eyes. It was a photograph, a faded picture of a woman in a leather cat suit rushing from a cloud of dust. And behind her, in the black and white photo, was a little glimpse of fire.
‘This is Black Widow ,’ Tragedy said. ‘The most evil member of our civilization known.’
‘Which member?’ Luna couldn’t help but ask. Tragedy smiled, but then gave a shrug.
‘Her identity is kept secret behind her disguise,’ he explained. ‘And I want you to find out who she is, and most importantly, foil her plan.’ There was a quiet hustle of whisper around the table.
‘But how?’ Aimee asked. ‘Why? And what are her plans?’
‘How?’ Tragedy repeated, switching off the projector. ‘Because you are super, you five. Your superpowers will come in more then handy in this special operation.’ Silence: the very feel of it tingled down the five member’s bodies. They were all aware of their superpowers of course, but when they had joined 667, they had sworn to secrecy to never use them-they weren’t aware that they were not in fact the only ones.
‘Why?’ Tragedy questioned. ‘Because the fate of the forum rests in your hands, to put it simply. Black Widow is planning something dreadful: sources tell us that she is planning to bring the dead to life, and the living to evil. She is planning to make your fellow members, your beloved associates join her side, completely hypnotise them in a way. They won’t know what they’re doing, but they’ll do it anyway. And you are the only ones who can save them.’
More silence.
‘So, what do you say?’ he asked. Nobody answered for a short time, but James quickly ended that.
‘So, we have to save the forum?’ he asked.
‘Yes.’
‘And we’re the only people who can do it, right?’
‘Yes.’
‘And there’s nothing else that we can do?’
‘Yes.’
James sighed. ‘Then I’m in.’ The others looked around. They knew it seemed stupid to refuse. After all, there were five of them, and only one of Black Widow. They all nodded, and included themselves. Tragedy beamed: he looked obviously happy.
‘Good,’ he replied. ‘Thank you. Now, I know you haven’t used your powers since you first joined the forum, so maybe you aren’t up to scratch with them. I’ll call in Agent Antenora to help you with that in just a moment.’ He picked up a small phone by his side and muttered a few words into it, before giving a nod, and a quick laugh before placing it down. ‘She’s on her way,’ he said.
The wait for Antenora didn’t take long, but to the five members it seemed to take a lifetime, as they digested the information that they had heard. Every moment they spent thinking about made them more eager, and by the time Agent Antenora arrived, they were ready to start.
‘Good evening,’ Antenora said quietly with a smile. ‘I must say it was a surprise to realize that all you had superpowers. I’ve set up a kind-of gym in the Lord Of The Rings section to help you prepare, if you’d like to follow me.’ Everyone picked themselves up from their seats, and followed Antenora through the large double doors. Pandora looked back, and saw Tragedy sitting on his chair. He mouthed two words to her: good luck. She smiled back, and continued following the others through a series of hallways that took them to the large Lord Of The Rings Section, where Antenora stopped them.
‘Here we are,’ she said. ‘In here is a training room if you will. Targets to hit, punch bags to punch, and lasers to dodge. Hopefully it’s quite helpful. I’ll stay and observe for now, until you’re ready to be equipped. After that, you’re ready to go.’
The five members of 667 looked at each other: it was quite bizarre. In just a few minutes, their lives had been turned upside down. Their lives were in jeopardy: the forum’ life was in jeopardy, as were all the members of 667 Dark Avenue. So many lives were in jeopardy, and that was the thing that really scared them most.
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Post by Dante on Apr 15, 2005 12:17:25 GMT -5
I noticed near the end that you slipped into a Snicket-like writing style. I like that. And I like this story. There's lots of good stories in Chaotic Creativity right now.
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Post by odh on Apr 15, 2005 12:42:46 GMT -5
Great story! Love it! And thanks for including me! But I need you to answer a question: what is the forum? Is it online or a real place? If a real place, describe how you can have a LOTR section in real life?
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Antenora
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Post by Antenora on Apr 15, 2005 13:21:40 GMT -5
A real-life LOTR section would be a room devoted in some way to LOTR, one containing the books and full of posters for the movie, where people gather to discuss those.
It's a cool story, Dupin. Yay for good stories!
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Post by Charles Vane on Apr 15, 2005 14:27:53 GMT -5
Ohh I like the idea, it seems semi-Incredibles-esque which is so suprising coming from you, Dupin. It was an interesting first chapter, I want to know what everyones super powers are.
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Post by BSam on Apr 16, 2005 4:00:40 GMT -5
are we posting these now?
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Post by PJ on Apr 16, 2005 4:17:20 GMT -5
I'm volunteering for random minor character #1. I can be the random guy who screams in terror when Godzilla arrives. I mean..cough cough. Also, how many bets do I have that Dante's power will be something destructive, and probably to do with fire? Hehe, you should make it healing, just for the wackYness.
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Post by champ103 on Apr 18, 2005 12:44:55 GMT -5
667 Heroes-Saviours Of The Day
Chapter Two: Equipment
Three rings, two of red. And the staring eye in the middle, looking down at the five superheroes as if they were insects. And that was just one of the targets. They were lined up by a set of moving targets: Dante, Aimee, Pandora, Luna then James were ready to show off their powers. Antenora smiled, and gestured a hand out. ‘Dante, would you like to have a go?’ she asked. Dante nodded, and took a step forward towards the set of moving targets. He grinned, and rubbed his hands together roughly, before pulling them out to create a furious ball of fire from the centre of his palms. The inferno of the ball made you sweat to look at it, and Pandora gave a look at Dante. Not a bead of sweat on his face.
And with that, the ball went straight from his hands towards the path of a target high up towards the ceiling. In seconds, it was destroyed, ash dripping down as it did so. Everyone gave a look of awe at what they had seen: it wasn’t much of a surprise that Dante would have fire powers, but what they had seen was incredible.
‘Very nice!’ Antenora cried, obviously amused and impressed. ‘Aimee?,’ she then asked. ‘Would you like to have a go?’
‘Of course,’ Aimee replied, and took her place where Dante had stood seconds ago. He had now taken his place at the back of the line, as Aimee prepared to know a target. Suddenly, she turned to face the opposite way: eyebrows were raised as her back faced the targets. But she raised her hands, and pointed to a ‘Three in one Lord Of The Rings Trilogy’ book-a large volume of pages and typed words. She lifted her index finger, and as she did, the book lifted itself. Aimee spun round, as if she were throwing a hammer in the Olympics, and sent the book towards another target: a lower down one this time. The target was hit: there was a small sound of a bell as it was knocked over, and Aimee grinned in triumph.
‘Great job Aimee!’ Antenora cried. ‘I rather like that power- is great, don’t you think?’
Aimee nodded, and pulled the book back towards her, before placing it back in its place, despite the ripped pages and dents. ‘And the best part is,’ she said. ‘Anything I lift up using weighs half it’s original weight. So a car won’t way too much.’ Antenora gave a nod of understand, and signalled for Aimee to join Dante at the bank. Aimee did so.
‘Pandora?’ Antenora said, and Pandora smiled and gave a nod as she took her place in front of the moving targets. There was now less of a choice of which target to hit, since Dante and Aimee had both taken one each, but Pandora quickly turns to a target that was moving towards the window, and punched forward. At first, the five people watching in awe were a little confused, but then, as Pandora’s arm stretched out towards the target, it was easy to understand.
There was the faint bell as the target was hit, straight in the bulls-eye. Pandora’s arm returned to normal, and she rushed back to her place with Dante and Aimee. There was a mutter of ‘wow’ and ‘very impressive’ around the group, until Luna walked forward, ready to hit down yet another target.
She pointed at a target, one that was swooping down low around in a circle, and in seconds it pretty much exploded. It was too quick for people to really see what was going on, but as they saw the quick electrical surge heading from Luna’s finger towards the path of the target, they realized what her power was. Luna gave a nod of acknowledgment, obviously delighted that she had hit a target. ‘Very nice Luna,’ Antenora replied, jotting down something quickly in a small notebook. ‘Electrical powers are a great thing to watch in action.’
‘Thanks,’ Luna said. ‘I guess you’re right.’ With that and a shrug, Luna took the back of the line, leaving just one target left, and one member to hit it.
James gave a run up towards the target that was right in the corner of the ceiling, moving speedily around in different directions. He gave a jump into the air, nowhere near high enough, and Antenora couldn’t help but give a little giggle. But James didn’t land-he gave a kick in the air, as if he were swimming and continued his journey towards the target. He flew up, straight towards the target, and simply kicked away the final target with his left foot, before diving down towards the floor again.
There was a small crackle of applause from the five members, and Agent Antenora. The targets had all been hit away, and in the first try as well. Antenora stepped forward.
‘Wow, you were all fantastic,’ she reported with a smile. ‘I guess this means you should go and get equipped now. You have a long journey ahead of you, and it’s best that you all set off as soon as possible. Follow me, I think PJ is waiting in the Aggravating Art hallway.’ Antenora turned around and headed towards the double doors once more. The five members followed, wondering what they would be equipped with. Super suits? Gadgets? Whatever it was, they were looking forward to it.
And before they knew it, they were in a small room where another member stood by a smaller member. There was instant recognition of the taller, male member, and they all knew him as PJ.
‘Hey PJ,’ Antenora said. ‘You should have seen these lot-they were amazing in the Lord Of The Rings Section.’ PJ nodded.
‘I’d imagine so,’ he replied, and turned to face Dante, Luna, Pandora, James and Aimee. ‘Black Widow is a sinister woman,’ he said sternly. ‘And so I’ve managed to provide some wonderful things here.’ At this point he turned his attention to the smaller, female member and sighed. ‘CCV helped with the suits,’ he said quietly.
‘Why yes I did!’ CCV cried, rushing forward. ‘Top quality, of course! She jogged over to a wardrobe by the wall, next to a large Lemony Snicket poster. She pulled the wooden doors open, and pulled out a collection of masks. ‘These are to keep your identity secret,’ she explained. ‘They’re vital.’ She handed them around, and the members quickly slipped them on. CCV them pulled out a long red body suit, with a little image of fire on the chest, and small orange boots and gloves.
‘Dante, this is for you!’ she cried. Dante looked at it, and was silent for a short while.
‘Isn’t it a little…tight?’ he asked. ‘And do I have to wear those pants over it?’ CCV sighed, and grabbed some scissors off the floor, where someone was cutting out images of Emily Browning’s face. She quickly snipped away the pants from it.
‘How is it now, your Dante-ness?’ she asked. Dante’s frown didn’t change, and CCV gave a large groan.
‘There’s always the alternate super suit,’ she whined, and pulled out a red shirt with the same fire logo, and a pair of dark camouflage trousers. ‘Is this better?’ she growled.
Dante nodded. ‘It’s good enough,’ he said, and CCV handed it to him, before turning to face the others.
‘Now, is there anyone who would feel comfortable wearing the one piece suit with the pants over?’ she asked. Nobody raised their hands, and she sighed, and quickly walked over to the wardrobe. ‘Alternate suits for all!’ she cried.
CCV turned back to the wardrobe, and reached her hand down into the back of it, where there was a thump: a quick dagger into the ground that made everybody stumble. Then there was the explosion.
A burst of flames tore apart the room, the walls flying from the air, ash and dust swamping the remains of the Aggravating Arts section. The people in the room were thrown everywhere: Pandora smashing into the wardrobe, Aimee tripping through a hole ripped open by the explosion.
And then there was silence, except for James giving a small cough as debris filled his mouth. And then the sound of footsteps. CCV looked up and gasped. Six men dressed in black, large visors and masks covering their faces, apart from their mouths, which smiled evil grins.
‘The Black Widow wanted to give you a little present, to start you off on your ‘mission’,’ one of them said, loading a gun. Luna turned to face PJ, an eyebrow raised. How did they know about them? However they knew, it wasn’t good. The man strode over to Aimee, who had clambered from the ditch in the floor, and was lying restlessly on the floor. She clambered up at the sight, of him, and quickly put the small gun against her head. She whimpered in fear.
‘Scream, and you’re dead,’ he cried in whisper. ‘Move and your dead.’ He turned to the four other members of 667, and had clambered up to him and were ready to pounce on him. ‘Move, and she’s dead,’ he cried.
A heel slammed into his jaw suddenly-he didn’t have the time to pull the trigger fast enough, as Pandora stretched her leg in just a second. He stumbled back, quickly pulling the trigger. It headed right towards Dante, but it suddenly exploded as Luna sent a ray of electricity towards it. The man gasped, and turned around, but a large piece of glass slammed into his head. He fell to the floor in a pool of blood.
Aimee lowered the bloodstained glass and gave a sigh of relief. ‘Thanks,’ she said quietly.
‘That was pretty impressive,’ I must say,’ one of the men said. He faced his colleges. ‘Let’s get them.’ The men rushed towards them, protected with guns and knives. All the members of 667 had were themselves. And unique superpowers.
It was war.
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Post by Dante on Apr 18, 2005 13:05:42 GMT -5
I like stories with CCV in them because it's basically just a cheap excuse to insult her - and this one did it particularly cleverly.
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Post by PJ on Apr 18, 2005 15:27:15 GMT -5
Excellent work! I wonder, is this but a test that PJ or perhaps Antenora has set? Could the men be there just to test the heroes power in combat? Also, do they have a name? Like are they just called "The 667ers" or do they have another name? Also, I sensed a bit of confusion with the times, mostly it was past tense, but occasionally I caught a glimpse of the present in there too. But overall, great job! And thanks for adding me as....clothes dispenser. ;D
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Antenora
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Fiendish Philologist
Put down that harpoon gun, in the name of these wonderful birds!
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Post by Antenora on Apr 18, 2005 15:31:04 GMT -5
A good chapter. This story certainly seems like lots of fun.
This is perhaps the golden age of 667 stories(and Chaotic Creativity stories in general).
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Post by Charles Vane on Apr 18, 2005 16:20:18 GMT -5
I'd never thought of myself as having Stretch Armstrong kind of powers, but I like it. Good story, I hope you post the next part soon.
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Post by champ103 on Apr 22, 2005 11:07:19 GMT -5
667 Heroes: The Saviours Of The Day
Chapter Three: Destruction
In seconds, the quiet atmosphere of the room exploded into a loud rush of fighting: each member of 667 took on one of the Black Widow’s henchmen. PJ and Antenora watched from their places behind a clump of wall as the battle started to erupt.
Dante created a force of fire in his hand as the henchman raised his gun, and as the bullet came flying, the ball of fire when flying towards it. The bullet disappeared into the flames, which was slowly travelling towards the enemy, who quickly ducked.
There was a roar of flames as the wall was hit by Dante’s fire. His eyes widened as he saw the flames quickly start spreading around the walls. He started running towards it, unsure of what to do, when suddenly it was doused out by a fire extinguisher, which was floating in midair. It lowered to the floor, and Aimee gave Dante a reassuring smile.
Dante returned the smile, and twisted around to see the henchman recovered, and running towards the gun, which he had dropped on the floor. Dante quickly opened up his hand, and fire shot from his palm like a flamethrower, straight towards the gun. After his practise in the Lord Of The Rings section, Dante was pretty good at aiming, and as he had hoped, the gun was destroyed by the fire, which didn’t spread, but just ended at the twisted remains of the metal.
Dante grinned, and strode over to the helpless henchperson. He rubbed his hands together, which erupted in a small flame, and held it up to the man’s neck. The henchperson had huddled up to his wall, panting heavily, and every breathe shook the flame slightly. In a second, he kicked at Dante’s legs. Dante stumbled back, and was pushed against the wall in a turn of events.
The henchperson held a knife up to his neck-Dante was wrong. He wasn’t weapon less.
Dante gulped.
Pandora’s fist whacked into the masked face of the henchperson that she was facing. She was on the other side of the room, away from Antenora and PJ, and where Dante was furiously being threatened, and was unaware that he was in trouble. She was too busy focusing on taking care of the henchman whose nose was bleeding in front of her.
She stretched out her leg to kick again, but the henchman dodged, and grabbed hold of her leg. He pulled it, and Pandora collapsed to the floor in pain, trying desperately to stop him. She stretched out her hand to punch him away, but he grabbed hold of that with his other hand, and started dragging her towards a pole that was used to help in emergencies. He quickly tied her arms and legs to the pole, and once he had done with the ones in his grip, he grabbed her other arms and legs, and tied them to the pole as well.
He laughed greedily, and began to walk away, as Pandora struggled frantically. He chuckled to himself, as he made his way over to the area where his colleague was fighting with Aimee. There was a small thump, and he fell to the floor, his head stained with a small quantity of blood. Pandora smiled, and returned her head back to where it usually was.
Aimee smashed into the wall, and fell down. She clambered up, and coughed heavily, getting rid of the dust in her throat. The henchman ran over, and held a knife to the side of her temple. Aimee didn’t fret-she quickly flicked her finger, and the knife went flying across the room, and landed on the floor with a clatter.
She stood up, as the man looked behind to check where his weapon had landed, and before he knew it, he was flying through the air. Aimee grinned, as she lowered her hands to whack him against the floor. He was stuck in her control. But quickly, she saw her mistake. She had thrown him in the same place as the knife, and before she knew it, he was aiming it straight towards her.
Aimee quickly took control of it, and swiftly moved it out of her way. But whilst she did, she had to leave her control from the henchman, who had rushed her over, and pinned her down to the floor. He then place his thick hands against her neck, and began to strangle her. Aimee moved her hands up to take control of him, but started to choke and her attention left her control.
She quickly did whatever she could-she lifted up her hands from beside her, and slapped him around the face. He looked slightly stunned for a second, but it didn’t stop him from throttling Aimee, so she kicked his back, and he fell forward towards Aimee’s head. She took this chance to roll over backwards, and push herself up. The man gave a cry, and started scrambling from the floor, but Aimee took control of him.
After he smashed into the wall, he instantly died.
James had no trouble from escaping the wrath of the henchmen. He quickly sprung up to the ceiling, and watched down on them from below. Only now was he having problems, as one started taking fire at him, bullets shooting towards the remains of the ceilings. They shot everywhere, he had to scramble around in midair to dodge them, and now and then he could feel them buzz by.
The henchperson pulled the trigger, and James quickly moved to the left. In a split second he realised no bullet had come, and before he could move, he felt a sting in his leg. He gave a cry of pain, and watched as drops of blood made their way down to the floor, and drifted along in a splash. He started pulling himself down to the floor: he couldn’t travel through the air with a bullet in his leg.
A knife came towards him, and James realised he’d have to. He tried pulling himself out of the way, but his leg was stiff-he could only move ever so softly. And then he felt something, and he was quickly thrown out of the way. He looked down to see Aimee smiling, and giving him the thumbs up. James looked up-the knife had clashed with the ceiling, and was making its way down. He quickly moved across as quickly as he could, and grabbed hold of the handle of the knife. He quickly darted it down towards the henchmen’s head as quickly as he could. Before he could hardly take a step away, the henchperson felt a thick feeling through his temple. He fell to the floor.
James lowered himself down to the floor, where Aimee rushed over to him, examining his leg. Blood was still pouring out-slightly less them before. James felt weak, and leaned back, closing his eyes.
‘Does it look okay?’ he asked Aimee, who was quickly gazing at the wound.
‘It looks nasty,’ she said. ‘In fact, I’m not sure if you can even come on this mission.’ James’s eyes widened.
‘What? You think I’m just going to sit around here helplessly whilst you risk your lives?’ he asked, then lowered his voice. ‘Then probably end up a hypnotized victim of the Black Widow’s plan?’ he added.
‘Maybe it’s best if you do,’ Aimee replied. ‘But I’m not a doctor-I have barely any knowledge on first aid. But we need something to block the blood and stop the wound from getting infected. Otherwise you’re not going to come on this mission at all.’
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Post by champ103 on Apr 22, 2005 11:08:07 GMT -5
CHAPTER THREE CONTINUED
Down the other end of the room, Luna was running for her life, turning around a sharp corner by the wardrobe. She looked back to see a gun rose towards her, and quickly held out her fingers. Electricity shot out of the gun, which went flying out of the hands of the henchman. He stopped, and rushed to pick it up, giving Luna a few more seconds. She rushed outside of the Aggravating Arts room, as a bullet hit the door behind her.
Luna looked quickly around, trying to see the logical way to go. She chose left, which would take her to the main hallway of 667 Dark Avenue. She immediately regretted it. Many members would be walking around there, minding their own business, on their way to check out different seconds, and would find themselves in the middle of a big war. What would happen is the bullets missed Luna, and hit an innocent member. Or if Luna missed herself. She turned back, and knew she couldn’t return back to the door. The henchman had left the room as well-he was rushing down the hallway towards her. She sent a zap of electricity, but it was dodged and it snapped against a wall, which spurted with dust and bricks. It didn’t give Luna the confidence that was needed as she made her way into the main chamber of 667.
Luna sighed, as she dashed down the hallway, people staring at her. It was the rush hour: seven in the evening, and the chamber was pretty full. She had to be very careful. She couldn’t give him too many shots, or it’d be very likely that he’d hit someone. Her eyes widened as someone shouted, ‘Oh my gosh-he’s got a gun!’ and someone cried to her to run.
But Luna spun around. She couldn’t let him have shots. She had to get him down quickly. She walked a few steps to get a close target, and quickly opened up her hands wide. Electricity swung out. One female member screamed. Luna watched as the electricity missed-the henchmen sneered.
‘Good shot,’ he whispered. Luna looked around him. A member was lying, lifeless on the floor. She gasped. Countess Mecilia, one of Luna’s best friends in fan-fiction, sprawled out. Luna knew the damage that her powers could do-she rushed towards the crowd forming around the body, and as she came up towards the henchmen, as close as she could get, she sent a load of electricity swamp into his head. He died before he hit the floor, but Luna didn’t even look back.
‘Mecilia!’ she cried, and kneeled down by the body. ‘Is she breathing?’ she asked Kimia, who was standing nervously, shaking.
‘Yes-I checked a second ago,’ Kimia explained. ‘Akbar’s calling the ambulance.’ Luna nodded, and listened to Mecilia’s heart. It was a bit slow, but seemed okay. Akbar joined the centre of the crowd.
‘The ambulance is on its way,’ he explained, slipping a phone into his pocket. ‘She’ll be okay,’ he assured Luna, then frowned. ‘May I ask what you did…I mean, what happened? I just saw this huge ray, and then Mecilia was sprawled on the floor.’ Luna didn’t know what to say-was she still supposed to keep her powers a secret. Or was it best that the members knew?
‘I really can’t explain,’ she decided to say in the end. ‘It’s something pretty supernatural, that’s all.’ With that, she started sprinting back towards the corridor of Aggravating Arts, back towards the room of war.
Dante gave a small cry. He needed help, or he was dead. He could see by the sinister smile of the henchmen that his time was up. He muttered a swear word, and them gasped. The henchperson’s arm limped, and his whole body swung towards the floor, his knife just dodging Dante’s throat. Behind the henchperson, Antenora was revealed, with a brick in one hand.
‘Woah, thanks,’ Dante said, relieved. He wiped the dust of his trousers and sighed happily. ‘Thanks a lot.’ Antenora blushed.
‘Well, I saw no one was going to do anything about it-PJ and CCV have disappeared, so I just grabbed the nearest thing and went for it,’ she explained, still holding the brick. Dante smiled, and Antenora smiled back, slipping her hand into his, and running towards the centre of the room, dragging him along.
‘We need to find the others,’ she explained. ‘The Black Widow knows about you now, which isn’t good news.’ They reached the middle of the room, and she let go.
‘Stay here,’ she said bluntly. Dante sighed, and took a second to think. He hadn’t been able to in quite a while, with all the fighting. He hoped that everyone had been as lucky as he had. Suddenly, the doors burst open, and Luna rushed in.
‘Dante!’ she cried. ‘Everything okay?’ Dante nodded, and Luna smiled. ‘Good.’
‘Everything okay with you?’ Dante asked. Luna shrugged.
‘If you count knocking out one of your best friends okay, then I guess so, yeah,’ she sneered. ‘Is everyone…alive?’
‘I’m not sure, I think so,’ Dante said. ‘I hope so.’
‘I’m sure they will,’ Luna replied. Aimee rushed over, pulling James alone. He was hobbling, and his ankle was wrapped in cloth.
‘What happened?’ Luna asked, observing James’s leg.
‘He was shot,’ Aimee replied quietly. ‘It worries me slightly-will he be okay to come.’ Dante said nothing, just gave a small shrug, and Luna leaned in and looked closer.
‘Maybe you ought to ask Agent…’ Luna replied, looking for words.
‘Antenora,’ Dante finished for her. Just at that point, Antenora joined the middle of the room, with Pandora by her side.
‘Sorry I took my time,’ she said. ‘Pandora was a little ‘tied up’, if you mind the pun.’ Luna raised an eyebrow.
‘So what happens now?’ Luna asked.
‘We have to sort out James’s leg,’ Aimee cried, placing an arm on James’s shoulder softly, and smiling at him.
‘And then we ought to get going,’ Antenora replied. ‘After changing into the super suits of course.’
There was a sudden noise from the wardrobe, and a hand crawled up. It looked dirty, with curled nails and a grubby palm. PJ pulled himself up, CCV next to him. They looked unhurt, but slightly dazed.
‘PJ?’ Dante asked. PJ didn’t seem to know what was going on, much the same with CCV. ‘Hello?’ Dante called. PJ turned to face them. His eyes were horrific: they looked like they’d been wrenched out, and placed in again backwards. Whatever had happened, it wasn’t good, and as PJ and CCV started walking towards the heroes with evil glares, and the dead henchmens’ guns in their hands, it seemed that the Black Widow’s evil plot had started to take place earlier then expected.
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Post by odh on Apr 22, 2005 11:19:11 GMT -5
Trust me to get shot. . DANTENORA. SQUEE.
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