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Post by BSam on Aug 2, 2007 3:53:55 GMT -5
next two days off, i have half written my next part but it's not postable yet, sorry fo4r being so slow and stuff
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Post by PJ on Aug 2, 2007 5:46:54 GMT -5
Part two. Next bit I'll post tommorow. Things are coming to a head.Well, a head. The end isn't in sight, yet.
Tribulations - Part Two[/size]
Dante
Almost all the n00bs had been killed. Dante felt good. Already, there was less clutter on his desk. His moderator duties had been increasingly easier with the decline of n00bs in 667.
He was sitting in a park. It was getting late. He enjoyed walking back home in the evening, however, so he often stayed out late. Less people about at this time, as well. He brought his laptop with him, now, so that he could check up on any new developments on Tragedy’s computer via the link he had installed. He allowed a smug grin to play across his face as he considered what he had done. Murder? Yes. But was that such a bad thing? 667 was, after all, a better place now. No more irritating n00bs running around, befouling the place, breaking the law. By killing the idiots and the criminals, had he not done away with idiocy and criminality? 667 was a better place for his actions.
A sudden flash of lightning illuminated the empty and darkening park. Dante frowned. Where was this coming from? The weather had looked fine, when he had set out earlier on this evening. But, as he looked up, huge, black storm clouds began to gather. What was going on?
It began to rain. He jumped up, just as his laptop gave a beep. He shot a glance at the screen, and his eyes widened at the message that had just been entered. Murder! And for once, it was not he.
The rain intensified, and he quickly set off towards his home, his mind whirring. There was another murderer out there. Gigi. Gigi was head of moderators. Why had she been killed? This, Dante felt, was tied to the bomb that gone off a few days ago. The one that had almost killed Antenora. His heart gave a jump. Was this connected to her?
Lightning came crashing down and struck a tree not five metres from him. Dante stared at it for a moment, shocked, and looked upwards. The sky was ablaze with lightning. It looked as though the world was ending.
Tragedy, Dante thought. Tragedy does lightning. But why? The murder? He was walking quicker, now. The murderer. He had to find them, and stop them. Was it not his duty, he thought, to cleanse 667 of all evil, of all crime? He thought he had done it. He had been foolish, he saw. N00bs weren’t the only ones who committed crimes. He would find this murderous, new person, and end them.
Lightning crashed all around him, and suddenly, Dante was running. Pure terror shot through him as the sky thundered above him and rain fell in thick, cold sheets. He saw his house ahead, with relief. There he would be safe. He was wrong, as it were. There was already someone inside, waiting for him.
Tragedy
“It came from that way!” Tragedy yelled, pointing, and he and Linda set off quickly. Tragedy’s heart was pounding. Had there been another murder? Another murder in 667? He was the chief, the populace looked up to him in times of distress. And what had he accomplished so far? Nothing. Murder! In his city! He would not tolerate it any longer.
Lightning began to group around him. He felt it coursing through his veins, through his bones, through his blood. An involuntary jolt of electricity struck the floor as he ran towards the gunshot, and he hoped Linda hadn’t noticed.
He had to control his anger. No good to lose his cool at a time like this. Heck, they might just be running towards a person with a loaded gun. As a precaution, Tragedy concentrated the lightning into his hands, so that he’d be able to defend himself if he had to.
The pair of them pounded around a corner, and Tragedy recognized this area. Gigi lived near here. Her house was – there!
“There!” He yelled, his heart sinking, as he ran towards the dark shape lying on the lawn. Linda followed him without a word.
The two came to a halt before the body. Linda gave an involuntary sob. It was Gigi. No doubt about it. And she was dead. Shot in the head. Linda knelt by her side, and felt for her pulse, just to be sure.
The pair were silent for a moment. Tragedy felt the anger boiling within him. Someone had killed the Head Moderator. For what reason? Electricity was coursing through his entire body. “Go…” He said, to Linda. She stared at him for a moment, a look of fear in her eyes. “Go warn the others. I’ll…I’ll have a look around.” Said Tragedy, his voice sounding forced, somehow. Another spark of lightning shot from his finger and fizzled out onto the floor. Linda nodded, and sprinted off.
Tragedy let the lightning course through him, magnified it, intensified it. If he found the person responsible… He felt the sky darkening above him, but he didn’t care. He glanced left and right, as though expecting the culprit to still be there. He saw no-one. A small voice in his head told him that he should stop – there was no-one here. But Tragedy knew. He knew the murderer was still around here. He just knew.
The lightning suddenly discharged, blasting outwards in a ring that struck random objects, singing them. Lightning was flying across Tragedy now, lighting him up like a light bulb. A blast of lightning struck a nearby tree, snapping off a branch. He didn’t even look at it. He was concentrating entirely on his power.
The energy was filling him, filling him to the brim, and he suddenly realized – with a jolt of panic - that he had lost control. He tried to stop it, tried to get rid of the energy, but there was only more and more of it. It began to rain, and Tragedy was shaking wildly, lightning shooting off him in spurts. He tried to fight it, but it was impossible, like trying to hold back a river with his bare hands. He did not know how long he stood, there, battling himself internally, but the effects of the battle could clearly be seen all over 667.
Above him, the thunder seemed to spread, quickly covering the city in a web of electricity like some bizarre canopy. Lightning was roaring through him, upwards, spreading outwards, and he was powerless to stop it. A cage of lightning was pulsing all around him, feeding the huge nexus of electricity that hovered, menacingly, above 667.
“Hello Tragedy.” The sudden voice seemed to echo through his mind. His eyes settled on a figure standing before him. Ann. Holding a gun. “You!” He breathed, and tried to vaporize her on the spot. But the lightning shot forward and…disappeared.
Ann laughed, twirling the gun in her hands. “You can’t touch me.” She said, and extended her arm. And, as she did, a hole appeared in the web of electricity that Tragedy was encased in, as though the lightning was trying to escape from Ann.
He tried to shoot lightning at her, again, but it simply dissipated, the power, gone. She was neutralizing his power, somehow. He tried to run, but the lightning seemed to hold him fast. His eyes flashed towards Ann, who glanced back at him, defiantly.
She raised the gun and fired. Instantly, the enormous flow of electricity winked out, leaving 667 in darkness. She pulled out her mobile quickly, and dialed the same number. “You’d better have Dismay’s power.” She said, quickly. On the other side, Kate smiled. “I sure do,” she said, gleefully, “I just got James to fetch her. He’s just bringing her back now; she won’t remember a thing.” “Good. Then come over to Gigi’s house. Tragedy’s dead. And I need you to impersonate him. Make it quick. The others will be back soon.”
She hung up the phone and dragged his body out of sight.
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Post by Dismay on Aug 2, 2007 11:01:01 GMT -5
Wow, that's cool. I'd like write some more too. My trip was delayed, so I have a couple of days.
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Post by PJ on Aug 3, 2007 8:45:52 GMT -5
Last part of my trilogy. Hope you like it. This should change things somewhat. Sam'll post his bit soon, and after that, I guess Linda and Dismay will do something. Maybe. Probably. I've got a future piece set up, but I can only post it after Sam's posted. Anyone else interested? Sora?
Confrontation - Part Three
What on earth was going on? Why had Tragedy brought about this storm? Who had killed Gigi? What was going on in 667? He had seen several suspicious people out today – he could have sworn that the super powered members had been patrolling the streets. On who’s orders? Tragedy’s? Didn’t seem likely. He would have written it in his computer.
Then who?
His house was lit up by the lightning above. Still, no one had seen him commit any murders, so, he was safe, for now. Even the fiasco with Libitina had blown over; they hadn’t come knocking, so she mustn’t have identified him. She had joined their investigation, sure, but he was safe, for the moment. He’d kill her, eventually. Or perhaps the danger had already passed.
He stood, panting, on his porch. Safe at last. He pulled his key out, and opened the front door. A flash of lightning revealed PJ, standing resolutely at the end of hallway, a look of grim determination on his face. Dante simply stared at him, caught off guard. “You should have killed me when you had the chance!” PJ roared. Dante tried to kill him there and then, but already PJ was in his mind, flying through his memories, and Dante’s eyes were filled with bygone times. And if he couldn’t see PJ, he couldn’t kill him. He panicked, whipping the hallways telekinetically, striking the walls and ceiling blindly, trying to grab PJ, who was nowhere to be found.
This was nothing like it had been with J. J.’s power was soft, soothing. Had she lived, her power would no doubt have been able to cure the mind of all sorts of diseases. But PJ was the exact opposite. He forced his way into your mind, could manipulate it, force it, tear the very memories out of it.
“I’m going to bring you back to the way you were before.” PJ said coldly from somewhere, and Dante blindly directed his power towards the source of the sound; but PJ had already moved. “That won’t help! I’ll become what I am now as soon as I re-discover my power!” Yelled Dante in reply, trying to distract PJ, stumbling down the hallway. He needed more time, he thought, as past memories whizzed past his eyes. “Then I’ll take it all away!” screamed PJ, and began to erase Dante’s entire memory.
It was agony. Pure agony. They say a person is the sum of their memories. If this was true, then Dante’s entire persona was slowly being torn right out of him. He screamed and stumbled, hit a wall, and fell to the ground, panting. With great difficulty, Dante calmed himself down. He had to kill PJ, before it was too late, he thought through the blinding glare of pain. He reached out, and systematically began to search with his power. He felt across the furniture and the walls, all the while PJ was tearing through his memory. He ignored the pain, and suddenly – there! He had found his enemy. Within the blink of an eye, PJ was dead.
Killing someone who is linked with your mind is never a good idea, as Dante found out. Searing, agonizing pain ripped through his entire being, more pain than he had ever felt before, or ever would feel again. The pain of having his memory removed was nothing compared to this. He was screaming, but he couldn’t hear or see anything. He crashed to the floor, and his brain shut down, incapable of dealing with the pain it was feeling. At the same time, the thunder storm outside died.
He awoke hours later, with a killer of a headache. He awoke a changed man. Chunks of his memory were missing. PJ had violated his most inner sanctum, and had done irreparable damage. Unspeakable rage filled him as his eyes settled on the corpse of his one-time ally. Time to change the game.
Robert and Libitina found him PJ a few hours later, hanging by a rope in his apartment, in a room that was locked from the inside. In the suicide note, he confessed to all the really cool member murders. He had used his powers, he said, to destroy the minds of the n00bs, after which their bodies had simply stopped working. He had used his power to conceal the memory of the murders from J., and then had killed her to avoid any future confrontations, the note claimed. It was killing her, he said, that had finally prompted him to kill himself. He was sorry, he said, but he had only been trying to make 667 a better place. Which he now had.
The police believed it all and the case was closed.
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Post by alyssa on Aug 3, 2007 9:17:29 GMT -5
Wonderful.
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Post by BSam on Aug 6, 2007 14:00:08 GMT -5
One Brief Montage Later (in which Sam works out the extent and limitations of his powers)
"...so basically I can have any characteristic of any animal. However it only works when I have alcohol in my system. The drunker I am, the more powerful the animal power, but the less control I have over them." Steve looked at Sam. They were back in the pub. It was a few days later. It had been rebuilt. "That's kind of cool. Show me something you can do." Sam thought about frogs. "Throw me some of those beer nuts." Steve threw the beer nuts in the rough direction of Sam, who proceeded to catch each one with his frog tongue. "That is cool." said Steve as he finished his pint,"So what are you going to do with your new powers?" "Wait for crime, I guess. Not much else i can do, now that I'm a SUpEr HERO!"
They glanced at the TV. ...and in more recent news. CRIME! That's right, crime has hit the streets, and there is not much anyone can do about it. Murders a plenty, muggings, suspicious activity, and much much more...
steve tried to get Sams attention, to tell him about his great idea, but Sam was way ahead of him. Already using his super sonic sonar radar bat hearing to find some suspicious activity.
He walked the streets like a ferret, looking for to snout out crime.
meanwhiles, not too far away
A french style cafe. Two people sitting at a small round table outside the cafe, there are other tables, all with their chairs and sun umbrellas, but only one of the tables is occupied.
A waiter emerges from the cafe carrying two croissants and some coffee. He refills the coffee and places croissants on the table, before retreating back inside.
"James, why did you order more croissants?" "I thought it'd look less suspicious. If you insist on having our nefarious meetings at cafes, we need to look the part." "Understandable, but croissants? I'm on a diet and won't touch them, and you are racist towards the french. Surely you should have ordered something we could eat."
They watched the croissants for a few minutes, occasionally sipping at their coffee.
James phone started ringing. He answered it, grunted a short greeting and listened intently for the nextminute before hanging up. "The boss says you have something for me." "Yes. It's the file I've been working on for our evil activities. I made you a copy" A package changes hands underneath the table. "Thank you, I shall be off now then. I shall see you again when the need calls for it." "Same to you. So long."
"Evil activities?" Sam thought to himself, as his ferret body climbed out from under the table, "James and Klaus19s Evil activities." he continued to think, remembering the label on the package he saw being passed from one to the other, "this is just the sort of crime that my powers will help to stop. But first, to the pub!"
Two croissants and one quick jaunt back through town later and Sam is back, drinking with Steve. For privacy, Sam chose a booth away from the bar, and Steve was at the bar, getting a round of drinks in. As Sam waits for his drinks, Antenora runs into the pub. She looks around until the sees Sam and approaches him. "Thank God You're Here! I have something very important to tell you..."
We cut to outside the pub. Where Kate and Ann followed Antenora this far but don't go in. "She must know, you know, using her power and all." "Then she must die. No-one can know who killed Gigi." "Very well then, wait, who is she talking to?" "It looks like Sam. Does he have to die also?" "Yes. Pity, he was such a nice guy. But as we can't have anyone knowing the truth..." The two ladies head into the bar. Sam and Antenora are nowhere to be found. "salsa. What now?" "I don't know, I just don't know."
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Post by PJ on Aug 7, 2007 1:50:26 GMT -5
Hahahahaha, that was excellent. Brings a much needed sense of humour to this story.
Excellent writing style.
SO WHO'S NEXT?
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Post by BSam on Aug 14, 2007 1:48:53 GMT -5
yerah, who is next?
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Post by PJ on Aug 14, 2007 1:58:59 GMT -5
So sorry, I've been busy with other things. I've got something written, but it's not done.
After that, who wants to write? We've come to far, I'll do it all myself if I have to. But I'd appreciate some help. We're slowly coming to the end of this, I'm thinking.
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Post by PJ on Aug 14, 2007 7:49:16 GMT -5
Here it is. Still need someone to do the bit after this. I've done a little, and Sam wants to do some, but he's very busy and can't do anything for a while. So still need people.
Fight or Flight
BSam staggered out of the bar, somewhat drunk. Well, pretty drunk. He did this often, especially nowadays – what with his power and all. The local bartender had stopped giving him free drinks for performing funny, animal related tricks, but still, all was well. He was now amusing himself by changing his skin colour – like a chameleon – to match his surroundings. BrickSam! And then he noticed that he was being followed. It was his dog’s nose that tipped him off. He had gotten the hang of his power, but the damned dog’s nose kept popping up without warning. It was damn helpful, but somewhat disconcerting to the ladies Sam often tried to court while drunk.
He moved a bit quicker. So did the shadowy figure behind him. salsa. He had a bad feeling about this. What animal did he get that from? Bad feelings? Maybe it was just part of being human. He turned a corner, and began to run. So did the guy behind him. Who was following him? And why? He had some idea.
He transformed his limbs into those of a gazelle and galloped down the street, easily outrunning his pursuer. There. Now. Where to go? Not home, surely. They’d be watching that. He had to find another place. He was still drunk, so the local bridge seemed to be a funny place to sleep under.
And then! Someone was running towards him. BSam veered aside, his hooves pounding down another street. A third figure came bolting towards him from the left. How many of these bastards were after him? He turned another corner and another figure was already waiting, under a streetlamp which clearly illuminated his face.
Cybermystery. Wha? How did he fit into any of this? Then suddenly the youngster split into 5 other selves, all of which ran at Sam. Oh salsa. There was another time to think. Sam turned around, only to find another 4 Cybermysteries running at him. He turned to the right, only to find half a dozen of them rushing towards him. Trapped. Or was he?
Growing horns, he charged at a group of them; they all scattered satisfyingly. Then someone tackled him from the side. He threw them away and rolled to his feet, more Cybermysteries arriving every second. There was at least thirty of them, now. “What do you want?” He yelled, panicking. More and more of them kept coming! This was like a bad movie. Especially since everything was fuzzy and wonky.
“You.” They all intoned in reply, like zombies. Something was not right here. The look on the Cybermysteries’ faces…they seemed almost entirely emotionless. They were coming closer, tightening the circle. Sam grew bear paws and swiped one of them aside. They charged at him, and suddenly there were Cybermysteries everywhere; he was swiping left right and centre, and had grown a large dinosaur-like tail that was sweeping back and forth, knocking the clones off their feet. And he was holding them off. Barely. But there was more and more and more of them every second; what kind of crazy power was this? BSam backed away from the Cybermystery Army, growling, and hit a wall. At least a hundred Cybermysteries stood before him.
“You can’t escape.” They intoned, creepily. Whoever was controlling this horde was obviously messing with him. A sudden thought struck BSam, and he grew insects legs, and before the crowd of Cybermysteries before him could do anything, he was scaling the brick wall. “Wrong!” he yelled, laughing drunkenly.
He clambered onto the roof, but his face fell when he saw Cybermysteries climbing up to join him, using some metallic stairs BSam hadn’t yet noticed. What could he do? Take out the stairs? With what? Was there any kind of animal with some sort of acid spit? No, just poison spitting cobras.
The building was surrounded. More of them were climbing up onto the roof. No way out. This wasn’t exactly how he had planned on spending his evening. There was only one thing left to do, but it really wasn’t a wise thing to do while drunk. But he couldn’t do it any other way. He closed his eyes, and concentrated.
Two of the Cybermyteries reached him, and grabbed him roughly by the shoulders, but with an animalistic roar he sprouted enormous feathery wings. With one flap of them he sent half a dozen Cybermysteries hurling away.
Think of something clever to say as you escape, he told himself. Think! Think! “So long suckers” was a tad childish. He needed something more in-character. “Booooooze!” He yelled, finally, launching himself over the edge of the building, flapping his wings furiously. All thoughts of why he was being pursued instantly shrank away as he indulged in the pleasure of flight for the first time. Hellz yeah.
Antenora had been in hiding for most of the day. At PJ’s house, as it were. She figured he wouldn’t mind anymore; he was dead. And it was the last place her adversaries would look. Or was it? She had had a very interesting and necessary conversation with PJ, however, and was now contemplating what to do.
Death was everywhere. Yet only she could see it. PJ hadn’t known, for instance, that an old man had passed away in his house several years before he had had lived there. Just outside, 3 youngsters had died in a tragic car accident. Antenora didn’t just see the dead, she brought them to her. Her powers awakened some sort of remnant of dead people, and enabled her to talk to them. They weren’t there all the time, oh no. Antenora brough them there.
She had become quite disillusioned with life. Death, literally, stalked every street, every house, every corner. Death was everywhere, and no one realized it. The graveyard had been the worst…she…
And now she knew who the really cool member killer was. PJ had revealed all. Would she expose him? No. Death would happen anyway, to everyone. All Dante was doing was shortening the time the 667ers would have to spend with the n00bs. Which, she saw, was almost entirely a good thing.
But what to do now? She would meet with Dante. Explain everything. He could help her, protect her. Yes. That was it. With his telekinesis, he could deal with any threat. She picked up PJ’s phone, and dialed Dante’s number.
“Hello,” she said, “this is Antenora speaking.” On the other side, Dante’s eyes widened. “Uh…hello, Antenora. How do you do?” He asked, caught off guard. “Look,” she said, “I know you’re the really cool member murderer. I was just talking to PJ – shame about him, but it was either him or you. Dante was silent.
“And it’s ok, I won’t expose you. You have my word. But there is an important matter I need to talk to you about. I know who murdered Gigi and –“ A sudden crash caught her attention. “Oh no! Someone’s coming! Meet you at the park in 10 minutes!” She slammed the phone down, and bolted to the back door. She heard footsteps behind her, as she ripped the door open, and sprang out of PJ’s home. She slammed the door behind her, and began to run. She heard a shout behind her, and a loud crash as someone burst through PJ’s door. Not good. Someone with super powers was pursuing her.
She ran as hard as she could. But it was late, and no one was around to help her. She was alone. Behind her, she heard a scream of rage. This was not good. Antenora dodged into an alley, swerving suddenly, and slipped on the wet pavement. With a yelp she tripped, and landed on a bunch of garbage bags.
Before she could do anything, her pursuer was in front of her. A moonbeam illuminated her face; it was Klaus19, a strangely blank look on her face. “Help!” Screamed Antenora, just as Klaus19 struck her.
It was like being hit by a car. She flew several metres and landed roughly on the pavement. Pain flared through her body, and Antenora suspected that several ribs were broken.
Klaus19 loomed above her, staring down at her, and Antenora whimpered pathetically. Something was wrong with Klaus19, something glinted strangely in her eyes. “Please…” She uttered, but Klaus19 kicked her viciously with her super-strength, sending her hurtling against a wall. Antenora hit the wall with a sick thud, her blood already flowing freely. She lay limply on the cold, hard alley floor, a broken wreck.
Klaus19 took a step forward, to check to see if she was still alive, when something heavy and feathery landed in front of her. “Leave her alone!” Sam yelled, already scooping the deathly pale Antenora into his arms. Klaus19 stood, stunned, as Sam leapt into the air and carried her intended victim away, his wings beating furiously.
He landed lightly, and place Antenora gently on the neat lawn. Glancing around suspiciously, he finally knocked on the door, after he was satisfied that no-one was watching him. After several minutes of knocking, the door finally opened, revealing a very sleepy looking Annelise. She saw the ruffled looking Sam, and the badly injured Antenora, and her eyes widened. “She desperately needs some healing,” Sam simply said, “And I need a place to hide at.” Annelise nodded solemly, and opened the door wider.
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Post by BSam on Aug 14, 2007 8:08:20 GMT -5
you win
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Post by Black Bert on Aug 14, 2007 14:30:36 GMT -5
I'd offer to write something, but honestly I can't tell all the 667ers apart.
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Post by Linda Rhaldeen on Aug 14, 2007 15:23:15 GMT -5
I'll write next. I should have it finished within about a day or so.
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Post by A. the Returned on Aug 15, 2007 9:05:04 GMT -5
Woah, so I'm all caught up on this story now. I wish I could have read it earlier, pure awesomeness!
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Post by Sora on Aug 16, 2007 4:01:54 GMT -5
Sorry I haven't written in SO long. The story is absolutely brilliant, and I reckon you should finish it PJ. If Linda is nearly done with her chapter, I'll post the next one if that;s ok. Well done to everyone else, this has really come along.
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