Reapers Revolt

"Which hand is your dominant hand?" He asked me. "My right" I said, holding it out to him.  He took my left hand and placed a revolver in it.

"From here on out, we'll be training you to fire from your left hand.  Your dominant hand will be busy with other things during combat so we'll optimize your off hand by training you to shoot with it" I did as he said but my thoughts were less on target practice and more on my -or should I say, our current situation.  I thought about Kaitlyn and how she must feel right now, still unable to talk.  Still very much unhappy to be with me.  About a month ago we lost contact with Scott and Mercedes, its doubtful they're together at this point.  And I've had my hands full just trying to keep K with me, though I'm sure she knows things would be worse for her if she didn't stay with me.  Alone and unable to talk.  Though being with me she's still alone, regardless of how I may treat her.

"Jane, you need to learn to aim while using just your left arm, stretch it out and take down the targets" I took aim, and dropped the targets with little effort.

"I used to be a Ranger, my marksmanship is very good" I said, reloading the weapon.

"That might be the case, but you're about a tenth of what you used to be.  Strength, dexterity, agility are all reduced, so you must learn the way your body works at this point.  Try taking down the targets while they're moving" He flipped a switch and the targets moved around at astonishing speed.

"Red target" He said, I spotted the target and fired.  My first few shots missed but I managed to put the last two through it, not pretty hits but hits nonetheless.

"Reload and fire at the green and blue targets" He said.  I opened the cylinder and dumped the empty shells.  I had to put each individual round in, which cut into my speed.

"Faster, if those were the Holy Order you'd be dead by now!" The pressure was building.  I managed to finish and took down the targets with more sloppy hits.  He turned me around and went to slug me in the cheek.  I managed to overtake him, but he came around with a gut shot.  It had been awhile since I'd felt pain like that, I was winded.

"If this was combat you and your useless friend there would be dead, those around you would likely follow suit too due to your shitty abilities.  You need to learn that you're not that powerful anymore.  The opposite in fact.  We're more vulnerable to the Holy Order now than ever before, and look at us.  We're dealing more damage now than before" I struggled to breath, the pain was still overwhelming to me.  I looked at K, she wasn't interested in what was happening.  She just sat there, lost in thought.

"This revolver is screwing me up, I can't use it"

"Flexibility in combat is necessary, that revolver may be all you have left, if you can't use it your done for" He kicked the gun out of my hand and hiked it up to his own.  He opened the cylinder and slid in six rounds before I could blink.

"Your her bodyguard, act like it!" he pulled the trigger.

<->

I woke in a cold sweat, my sight darted around the room.  A room occupied by nothing but dark mahogany dressers and white light shining through open curtains.  It was morning, and I was safe.  Well, safer than most. I removed the sheets, my clothes were drenched in sweat.  I hopped in the shower.  As I tied my hair back into its regular ponytail I noticed a particular scent in the air.  Someone was cooking what smelled like breakfast.  I couldn't be K, she wouldn't be caught dead cooking, unless 'He' asked her to.  Pestilence would rather starve than cook so she was ruled out too.  Someone was in the house.

I thew a robe on and tightened it down, grabbed my revolver off the bed and made way to the kitchen with extreme caution.  The sound of shuffling cookery and a stronger smell of real food made my stomach creak in hunger.

"If you plug me full of lead you wont get any breakfast" a smooth voice called, I rounded the corner with my gun at the ready, my aim deflected by a kitchen knife.

"Looks like someone's not hungry" Famine said as he flipped a pancake.

"Famine! what are you doing here?" I said.

"I've been ordered to deliver a message to the three of you" Light footsteps came from the upstairs hallway.

"Hey, Blueberry, are you cooking something?" I hated that nickname.  Pestilence came downstairs wiping the sleep from her eyes.  Pest has been with us for about a month now making her way back to Death just as we've been.

"Huh? Famine is that you?" she said, somewhat un-surprised.

"Yes, now would you like some eggs and pancakes?" he gave his sinister grin while holding up a fresh batch of eggs.  Pestilence leaped to the table, almost drooling.

"Why don't you go wake up the Princess Jane, she'll want to be here" Kaitlyn was still in bed, not like she had much reason to get out every morning.  She hadn't seen Death in over a year, her reason for living was so far away.

"And put some clothes on while your at it" Famine said.  I had forgotten I was pretty much naked except for my robe.  I threw on a dress shirt and some shorts from the closet before going to K's room.

"K? you awake yet?" I heard faint coughing, I opened her door and knew she was having a coughing fit like she always did if she said anything.  I saw her hit the bathroom floor, some blood met the tile where she lie.

"K! you alright?" It was clear she wasn't, but what else could I say? I went to help her up and she shoved me away.  She was in control of her fit now, she wiped her face and looked at me as if to say "what do you want?"

"You need to come downstairs, Famine is here" her eyes lit up, she rushed past me, and I followed.  Famine had the table all set with everything a breakfast could ever include.  Eggs, sausage, bacon, pancakes in a few varieties.  Milk, OJ and toast.

"Enjoy, I'm sure the three of you haven't had something this good in a while" Famine said.  The three of us, while curious as to why he was here were more interested in eating at the moment.  K though, wanted to hear the news.  Famine insisted she eat some first, she groaned, and scooped some eggs to her plate.

Tool (Death Incorporated)

That day? Yes I remember it, the day I realized why it is that I am a tool for Death to use.  A mere item for him to send off to do his work.  It was years ago, before I even met Death.  I was still living at home.  The ones I referred to as my parents were, as any other day, oblivious to my existence.  Research and progress in the ways of science were more important than my well being, but it was supposed to be that way, A necessary ignorance in order to allow them to train me, to make me who I am to become.

"thats not good enough" he would say. "you need to be more aggressive, don't give me an opening to make a counter" I was young, and not very strong.  Not that it mattered to him, everyday him and the other assistants to the house put me through training that would break your average soldier, and I was still in elementary.  I took up the sword, and lunged at him again, his form so elegant and pure it made me look like a rotten sack of shit.  That day was a bare knuckle day.  His fist drove into my cheek with the force of a hammer.

"get up! we're not done yet" all the time I had with him meant I had grown somewhat used to his pain, it was required for me to break the false sense of superiority I had, I had no superiority.  Never did, never will.  A tool like me has no need for such useless mindsets, he did well to extinguish the thought from my body and mind.  If it weren't for him and his team of assistants, the world as we know it today would be very different.

Whenever I was at school, nobody asked what happened to me, the way I looked it was like I had been thrown into a cement mixer filled with hammers.  Not even the teachers asked me about my injuries.  Makeup hid most of my failures from the world but not all of it.

People were miles away from me, even when they were inches away.  He did good to make them seem insignificant, yet.  So, desirable? I walked among them but not with them, like I was alienated from them but found them so fascinating I dare not intrude upon them.  Like I could very well spoil their humble lives.

"get up Mercedes, we are not finished, now come at me again!" My children's books were replaced with fighting manuals, time with 'friends' was time with firearms, vacations were replaced with sleepless treks through mountains and deserts across the world.  Dinner time was filled with mends to wounds I had been dealt.  There was one thing, however, that did not change.  In all my time with him, with them, one thing that stayed the way it was meant to be.

Dessert.

Whether it be a slice of the most delicious cake, a handful of the best cookies in the world, a wedge of the sweetest pie, dessert was one small thing in my life I did look forward to.  If I did good I was rewarded with the finest sweets they could make.  I guess, it was a form of motivation.  As I got older, the rewards got smaller, I started to work harder to get what was given.  Then the moment came that told me what I am.

"Your holding back, focus on me and strike me down!" I talked back to him.  I was upset, angry with him that he took my reward away bit my bit.  I lashed out at him in a fit of rage, and he came back at me with the most important thing he could have ever done for me.  He parried my pathetic strike, hit me with all of his strength.  So hard he broke some ribs and punctured a lung, but those were nothing compared to his finishing blow.

"Remember your place Mercedes, you are a tool.  The greatest tool to have ever been crafted in this universe. I have the privilege of making you that tool, even if I have to break you a few times to make it perfect!" with the sword he gave me, he drove it through my leg, causing irreparable damage.  That day, was the last day I walked on two legs.

The next day he came to me, standing behind what he said.  He handed me a cane, a heavy iron cane that has since disappeared.  I stared at that cane, feeling it.  Swung it around and took its overall measure.  It might as well have been a hammer.  Thats when I realized it.

I am a tool, nothing more than a tool used for the benefit of others, a support for much more than just my existence.  A column for all the world to weigh on and more.  I am not a person, I am a tool.  The greatest tool ever crafted.  I had been awakened, been reborn.

I had been shown my destiny.

I had been broken.

The Grim Reaper: Valley (Death Inc)

Although I find myself walking in the valley of the shadow of death, I did not fear the evil that surrounded me. It was there, no doubt about it, but I was exempt from all it was capable of. I walked through the valley and I remembered the few names it went by. the valley of the shadow of death, the river styx, or simply just Death Incorporated, thats what it was called in the Netherworld. The world of the living had a different name for it... Times Square, you decide which one is best or even, appropriate.

I just called it home, for it is here that I live, and work and train. I am the Grim reaper, that is the title given to me. is it a good title? that all depends on your definition of whats good and whats not. For me it was good and bad, I had a purpose, I was able to put myself to good use, keeping the universe's from falling out of balance. But on the cynical side I wasnt even praised for my work. I did the jobs and got new ones immediately after, I was always on the move. I was a tool shown in its purest of forms.

I may call it home, but I was never around long enough to take in its feel of home. he who calls me daughter says that he loves me, but he has no true understanding of the word, but he does his best. Sometimes it feels like I only get to see the darker side of him, a dark and cynical side that has no feeling, even when I deserved it. I cant complain though I did save the worlds afterall. A single pathetic excuse for a man tried to claim to be the one true deliverer. With my given abilities I ground him down into dust good enough for me to walk upon. that was just the beginning of my test, and I passed it with flying colors. Flying, flaming, roaring, screaming, exploding colors. I was too good, not that he would tell you that, he would probably say something along the lines of "good for shit that is" it made my blood boil, and made my skin tremble. when he said that to me I wanted to take this silver hammer of mine and make a new place for him to put his puzzles. but no matter how much I was motivated to do it... I found an outlet and it ended up putting me on more solid ground with him, few instances he would say "That was impressive" and I felt like I could take on the whole Holy Order again... by myself.

the shuffle of the rubix cube was branded into my skull, the one sound he always enjoyed making was the one that drove me insane. I had even made a word for it...'shirk' I could enjoy the rest of my existence without ever hearing that dreadful sound again.

I looked at the time, I was going to be late. I hobbled my way into the building in the center of the river styx, the valley of the shadow of death. I wasnt afraid, my work was done, better than expected. he would be happy. the shuffle of my blazer was heavier than normal, my Kel-tec was joined by extra ammo and my 74u. I even had to change the silver hammer into the sleeper.

my joints felt like they were as rusty as the castle I came from. I was tired, but that wasnt even an excuse in his mind. fatigue meant nothing to him. I trudged through the building and found the empty desk in front of his office again, I've never seen who it was that sat there, it made me curious every time I walked past it. I put my hand on the brass handle and walked inside the dark room, the first thing I heard was that sound I hated so much... 'shirk' I figured it was going to be a hard day, and that was all the proof I needed.

The Grim Reaper (Death inc)

Black, white and Grim as always.  The Netherworld was always a hard place to be.  Mercedes had spent most of her life in the world of the living, where there was color and shade and texture.  Here in the Netherworld though, everything seemed to be simple and plain.  The grand castle that stood before her didnt seem as awe inspiring because it blended in with everything else.

Mercedes hobbled her way towards the main doors of the castle.  Her B-type cane still found with her even after the events of the thirteenth Netherworld war.  The creeking door revealed to her the innards of the dead castle.  Her target was somewhere inside, waiting for her.  there were many enormous holes running around the castle like a circulaory system.  She wasnt given much about her mission here, then again she was never given much info on her missions.  A form of Deaths tough love, he gave her everything she would need, then she had to take that and solve the rest herself.

"creature of large, I dont know where a huge creature could hide in a place like this"  she walked around.  The inside of the castle was dark, no lights were on nor any candles lit.  Mercedes was already used to this place, so many things in her life felt just like this.  A soft howl echoed throughout the castle.  Mercedes started her search, she sifted through the various sections of the castle and found nothing but bodies that have yet to be buried.  Nobility in the Netherworld looked identical to those who were in the living world; cold, corrupt, and single minded.  Another light howl blew through, Mercedes could tell better where it was coming from better than before she made her way in the general direction.  Mercedes walked outside into an elaborate garden.  The colors of the floweres rolled across her vision as she looked around.  Faint sights of reds and blues, among various colors.  The ground thundered beneath her, she was close.  Whatever this thing was she could feel its movements.  

There was a tower near her.  A giant hole made her think that the creature was lying in wait.   She tread with caution as she progressed towards the tower.  The broken entrance to the tower was blowing air out.  She stepped inside and looked around.  the lower areas were black as night, she couldnt see anything below her.  A roar came from below, for the entirety that Mercedes looked, the eyes of a monster were glowing green.  The shade of green reminded Mercedes of someone she met.  Before she could think anymore about it, multiple arms sprung up and attacked her.  Mercedes leapt upwards into the tower.

"I have to get out of here" Mercedes leapt for the exit but got knocked up and away.  As she attemped to get back down, the monster had already passed the hole.

"there must be another way out of here, a window" Mercedes started to make her way up towards the top.  The monster sent another barrage of limbs and Mercedes responded with firing her PLR-16 at the limbs as she ran upwards.  The smaller limbs fell as they were struck but the bigger ones remained unaffected.  Mercedes gripped the handle of her cane and ignited the Anti-Reaper power blade.  Even though the blade was made for Reapers it was still formidiable against every other type of target.  She flipped the weapon in her hand so she held the bottom of the shaft, she reared her arm and swung at the monsters limbs.  Cries of pain echo up the hollow tower.  Mercedes looked down and saw a red jewel in the monsters mouth.

"I would have to say that is a weak spot, it feels necessary for me to break that" Mercedes, leapt off the spiral stairs and dove for the monsters exposed weak spot.  The monster closed its exposed body as Mercedes collided with it.  She attempted to cut into the monsters body with her power blade but it had minimal effect.  The monster started to climb again, while it ascended it attempted to shake off Mercedes.  She leapt off and ran up the stairs till the monster stopped.  She would have to summon the Sleeper in order to break the armor.  She flipped the B-type so she had it as a cane again.

"third gear, Sleeper!" the B-type started to change in her hand.  The cane started to wind in, around her arm then she whipped her arm out and a new weapon was present.  A long handle war axe appeared.  The weapon was themed after a V8 engine, why the creator decided on automotive themes was beyond her its all his fault she moved the weapon around in her hand and got a good grip.  She ran up and got a little distance, the she jumped off and dove at the monster again.  The armor was still closed, she swung the Sleeper with all her strength and the protective armor shattered into pieces.  The monster screamed again and Mercedes was tossed upwards.  The armor opened and the limbs attacked.  Mercedes swung Sleeper around so that she spun around, the axe cut the limbs down as she fell.  The armor closed back up, but the swing from the axe broke through and smashed the weakspot.  Another cry of pain came from the monster and it started to ascend with ferocity.  Mercedes would have to think fast if she didnt want to get crushed.

Day/Off:exerpt (The Empire/Death inc)

sorry but I dont have a new story for today.  I've had a few ideas in my head but nothing that I find worth putting down at the moment, its not good enough as far as I'm concerned.  what I do want to do is work more on character development, I feel thats where most of this writing inspiration has been coming from.

what I will do is leave an exerpt of what I've cleaned up on another story I've been working on.  The last while I have gone through and redone and cleaned up some of Day/Off in hopes that I would regain my spark and continue from where I left off (so far... nothing, figures) 

Exerpt

The sound of flesh and moving parts fighting each other echoed through the semi-outdoor shop as dirtyBIRD’s face was munched on by the belts of the Mustang.  Jethrow stood there laughing. 

“do I seem familiar now Booster?” the only thing about the situation that wasn’t right was the collection of wiper blades that were thrust into his gut, held in place by a hand that connected to Booster’s arm.  A dark, more menacing laugh started to come from under the hood of the car 

“that was pretty good Mason, that’s quite the getup you have” Booster shoved Mason back, and turned to face his opponent.

“You foul Reaper, how dare you shove me so casually, I‘m going to kill you and burn the body” 

“That’s a lot of talk coming from a pretty boy like you, ill take you on without even summoning my powers” Booster spoke with confidence.

“Ill make you wish you hadn’t said that you pathetic monster” Mason took stance

“And by the power given to me by the Lordmaster Russell Knightreign, I will deliver another false deliverer unto the destroyer” Mason charged Booster.  

They had moved out into moving traffic.  The ignorant masses merely lay on their horns as they sped past the fighting men, both of them eagerly trying to throw the other into the way of oncoming cars.

Sterling walked to the front of the car where he thought dirtyBIRD was with the customer.  It seemed that nobody noticed dirtyBIRD and Mason’s little skirmish.

“I guess the customer went off lot.  Park this when it’s done, dirty probably went home” he told the others as he lit up another smoke.

Mason had finally pulled some weapons out to fight with.  He had produced a series of leather belts linked with chrome chains and hooks.  Booster saw them and he started to laugh.

“What the heck are those? Belts? What are ya gonna do whip me to death ‘oh no mistress no more I can’t take anymore’, you really are hopeless”

“you fool, these aren’t any normal leather belts, these are anaconda straps, capable of crushing rocks and gems with so much as a thought.  There linked by the strongest metals in the world, there’s no way you can escape from these once you’ve been caught.  And who are you to talk, your fighting with wiper blades!”

“Ah but these aren’t any normal wiper blades, these are forged with Breakdown alloy in the frame and the rubber, easily capable of cutting through your pathetic metals and belts” Masons red tinted glasses went opaque as his expression became angry.

“Soul separation at forty percent, adjusting stance to defense” Mason said as he changed his footing and center of gravity.

“Fourth horsemen complex at level four… Death, the fourth horsemen of the apocalypse has granted me minimum power.  Keep power until target is dead” Booster grinned his wicked grin.

The two fighters were prepared to attack, their weapons chosen, their stances offensive, and their confidence to defeat the other peaked.

-D-

The doors of the elevator opened up and a girl around the same age as Jane ran in, the time was somewhere around three so school was out.

“Huff… thanks for waiting” she drew in a couple of breaths.

“Sure, no problem” Jane said, overlooking the girl as she leaned on the opposite side of the elevator.  She was overly blonde, the kind of blonde that was a bit overwhelming to look at.  The girl hit level 29 and rummaged through her purse.

“Don’t you hate it when you can’t find a single thing in your purse? It drives me crazy” the girl said without looking up.  Jane didn’t carry a purse, not after that day, the need to constantly monitor her appearance had dropped dramatically, not that she got lazy about looking good, her new body does a lot more upkeep than before.  She decided to humor the girl and play along.

“I know, looking your absolute best is such a nightmare” slight sarcasm was hidden in her words.

“I'm going to have to call my hairdresser and make an appointment, I've got a big day today” she started to giggle as her legs started to gallop lightly, she was so full of energy.

“A hot date I’m betting” Jane asked.  The girl looked at her with a big smile, her body still eager to expel the contained energy.

“I’m so excited, he’s the soon to be governors son, he’s totally loaded too, if I stay with him long enough, he might even want to marry me, and who knows, he might even be like his dad and ill have the house to myself most of the time, can you say ‘dream life’?” that last part had a musical spring to it, Jane felt annoyed.

“He’s a good guy right?  Smart, respectful, and loves you for who you are right?” she asked, prying  hoping that the girl would agree.

“eh… he’s… nice and all, but all that money, I cant think of another person who could put that money to better use than me.  The thought of all that cash makes me willing to walk through fire” the passion in the girls eyes was proof enough, she had fallen in love with some idiots money.  Jane didn’t know what to say, she thought for sure there wasn’t anything she could say to change the girl for better.  If it wasn’t for dying and everything, Jane would probably be on the same path.

The elevator stopped and Jane got out.  Just before the door closed Jane reopened them “just remember, if you stay in this frame of mind, you better be prepared for the long run” it didn’t come out as well as she hoped, the girls look was very confused.  The door closed and Jane stood there staring at herself in the polished aluminum reflection “shut up” she said as she turned around.

The plain beige and magenta hues of the hallway were badly sculpted like a Las Vegas playing floor, the carpet was too busy to look at, and the walls and ceiling were too boring, all she could do was look straight forward.  She unlocked her door and walked in.  Her Blackberry phone started to ring.  She was receiving a text message

{Good work this week Jane; you are really becoming quite the member of Death Inc.  As a small token of appreciation for everything your doing, I have put some coupons in your mail and a small bonus in your check.  Keep up the good work-Death =where’s the beef?}

Deaths text signatures drove her nuts sometimes why does he want to know where the beef is? We don’t even need to eat, he can be so strange sometimes but then she figured, it better that he’s more casual as opposed to the stressed and evil grim reaper the media always seems to portray.

-E-

The fight between the Booster and Mason had been very intense to say the least, but no progress had been made in the defeat of the opponent.  They were simply to equally balanced, even when they didn’t bring out the big guns.

Their fight had moved from the middle of 21st into Sugarhouse Park.  Mason, having the advantage of the high ground made his next attack.  He unleashed a very long band of belts and links from both his hands and hit Booster from both sides.  The belts wrapped around just like a snake would to catch its prey.

“And now for the final move, I will crush your bones into dust and shove your blubbery carcass into a wood chipper” Mason said beaming with confidence.

“y’know that’s good and all but your forgetting a major thing” as Booster spoke, he made his arms tense and launched a volley of wiper blades from his short sleeves, in between his arms and the binding belts.  Although he dug into himself, he was freed himself from the clutches of the anaconda belts.  The breakdown alloy in the wiper blades had read the composition of the belts and the metal links and found the fastest means possible to break it down into worthless little strings

Booster threw himself at Mason; he was extracting more of the blades from the concealment of his work shirt and brought them to bear on his opponent.  With little time to react, Mason bent over backwards and put his weight on his hands, he kicked his legs up and thrusted his fire painted shoes through the attack and into Booster’s chest.  The attack sent the Reaper upwards, unable to control himself in the air he flailed about.  Mason pushed against his hands again and landed on his feet, he slung another collection of links from his sleeve and whipped them at Booster.

“Some bird you turned out to be, you can’t even fly”

“The dirtyBIRD is a land ridden species, it doesn’t need to fly” the wiper blades thrashed at the belts, he dropped the blades in one hand and grabbed one of the belts; he pulled himself towards Mason as fast as he could.  This time there was no escape for Mason, the force was overwhelming and his strike was precise.  As they made contact, a bright flash of light, came and went just as fast as lightning.  Booster had ended up behind Mason who was standing like he was a statue meant to show off a scene from a dramatic play. There was silence as the two didn’t move an inch.

“Alright listen, I’m supposed to be off from work right now, can we call this a draw already?” Booster stood up and drew his weapons back.  Mason turned around and flailed around with a sense of urgency

“What? No, we aren’t finished yet, I‘m just getting warmed up” 

“look we both know this isn’t getting us anywhere, besides, we still have your car, and you still need to pay us for the service we did to it” Mason wasn’t going anywhere without his Mustang, that car was a part of him as much as he wanted Mercedes to be.

“… alright, we’ll call it a draw, for now, but the next time we meet, it’ll be no holds barred, and the gloves will be coming off”

“Ooh I’m scarred; c’mon Blondie your car is waiting”

“You better stop calling me Blondie, and prettyboy or else”

“Or else what? Maybe ill call you Emo from now on”

“what the hell is an Emo?!”

-D-

Jane sifted through her mail and found the two letters from Death inc. one with the coupons and the other with her check.  She set the other letters on her kitchen counter and she looked over the various discounts.

“discounts on clothes, free movie tickets, oh a free manicure and pedicure, huh? Discounts on meals at restaurants? That doesn’t even make sense” the food coupons seemed pretty redundant to her, probably some kind of joke if it is, I’m not laughing she pocketed the coupons that would come in handy and opened her other letter, the check was missing, the only thing in the envelope was a small note [all checks are wired to the proper accounts] well that made things easier, she didn’t have to take her checks to the bank anymore.  She tossed the note and all aside and she went to her room, a short nap sounded good to her.  When she woke, she would decide on what she will do with her weekend.

-E-

Booster was almost home, he was at the light just before the entrance to the secret underground base of the Empire.  His job had been long and arduous but when he got home he could relax and find a nice game to play, or maybe someone at the base had other plans for the rest of the team.  He parked his Black Service Van by the service bays of the Secret undergrounds garage.

He exited the second sector of the base and headed for the commons area where most of the members of the empire should be.

He opened the door and saw Blackhawk at the computer, his favorite place to be, Zip and Triki were fighting over the tv remote while Salili and H2O Boy looked through their music collection.

“Blackhawk” Booster said

“Booster” he returned, the girls and H2O Boy greeted him as well.  Booster made his way over to the Playstation, which was unoccupied at the moment.  He switched it on and inserted an FPS.

After about an hour the door to the commons area was opened, Moe and MJOLNIR entered.

“C’mon Moe, your so good at explaining it, couldn’t you just help me with this one assignment?” MJOLNIR begged.

“It’s not that hard… alright look, come over here and ill explain it to you again, and put that stupid player away” Moe said as she pulled her studies out and placed them on the table, MJOLNIR did the same.

The dinner bell rang and everybody but Booster got up and headed for the kitchen.

“Hey Booster, you coming?” Moe asked.

“Um… no” there was an awkward silence before Moe punched herself in the head.

“Oh yeah, sorry I forgot”

“its fine, its funny, you’re the only one who seems to forget that” Booster just smiled and turned towards his game.

Moe was about to leave the room when she remembered something, she snapped her fingers as she turned back to Booster.

“Hey I almost forgot, remind me to talk to you later” she exited before he could answer her what does she want to talk about? Why does it have to wait till after dinner, geez now this is gonna bug me Booster thought as he shut the Playstation down and switched to an Anime DVD.

-M-

As Moe walked to the kitchen she became enveloped in her own thoughts I wonder what he’ll say, probably no, he‘s not the type to be into this stuff, I’ll just have to make an effort to pull him out of his shell unattached to her surroundings she bumped into a hand lying on the ground, startled by the unexpected contact she stepped back and assessed the situation.  It was racistBOB, lying on the ground, moaning.

Moe stepped up to him and looked him over, his face expressed that of discomfort, and his pink dress shirt and vest were hiked up on his person, exposing an unnaturally inflamed belly.

She kneeled down and hesitantly poked at the sick boy’s stomach.  The belly waved with the majestic beauty of the blue Atlantic, the ensuing moan from the mostly mute boy followed.

Moe looked around and saw that he had already had dinner, a very large portion of it.  The remnants of the large plate looked like lasagna, funeral potatoes, and butter roles, mixed with pixie sticks and other sugar based products intended to give any child an immense ‘sugar-rush’

“A natural born Garfield” Moe said as she left the boy to tend to his punishment.  When she entered the kitchen everybody was standing around talking.

“So what’s up, we gonna eat or what?” Moe asked.  Blackhawk looked at her.

“Well as you saw, racistBOB ate all the food, and whats left doesn’t look safe for anyone to eat so we’re just working on figuring out where we want to go eat at” H2O Boy gestured, and suggested a restaurant.

“Why don’t we eat at Famous Dave’s?” Blackhawk looked over at him and nodded in agreement.

“Any objections?” everybody agreed and they made their way to the Garage.

The Empire took a car and went off for dinner.  Booster got tired of watching cartoons and swapped for a live-action film.

-D-

Jane had been asleep for a few hours, when she woke she hopped in the shower and got cleaned up.

“A DATE!!!” she yelled from the shower.  She scrambled out of the bathroom and got dressed.

-E-

Reapers Fall (Death inc)

before i get into another story (COMMENTS) ill talk a little bit.  todays been pretty boring, woke up around late 11.  ran a few errands, did you know the key FOB for a subaru is $75.00, i am glad to say that i didnt have to pay for it, cause someone thought it was a good idea to wash my pants without taking my keys out.  water+gadget=death.  other than that we took the dog to the groomer.  after a lot of deep thinking (concerning characters ive made) ive felt that letting this story out was a decent idea to help me make some character quirk choices.  one thing i want to make clear is that, within this story i am not blind, i am overly sensitive to light to a point that it hurts so bad death sounds not so bad.  i just want to get that out so i dont have to do it later.  concerning the content of the story this is a 'what if' story, completely non-canon, just used as a thinker as to "what if this really did happen, what would happen within"

Reapers Fall:

The London sky was filled with smog, casting a hue of brown and orange across the city.  The streets were filled with lines of exhausted de-powered Reapers, now taken as prisoners by the Holy Order of Sacred Knights.

"the next group will live in the A-Ring, everyone with a mark of X on their shoulder will relocate immedieately" the announcer spoke through the radios cast about the city.

"c'mon Booster, this way" Jane said as she took his hand.  They both had X and so were ordered to move.  They wound through the streets till they found a blocked off area marked X.  The living quarters were some rather luxurious houses.

"do we know how many people are in the X-Ring?" Booster asked.

"just you, me and Kaitlyn as far as i know, thats all i was able to hear" they approached the temporary door and earned access.  They approached the first house and went in.  After Jane set Booster down she looked around for items in the house.  Almost everything was removed, food, beds, and a radio were the only things still in the house.  Jane opened the fridge, the only food inside was the special mixture the Holy Order gave to keep everyone as tired as possible, while giving them enough energy to make it from area to area.

The front door opened, Jane approached with hesitance.  The figure stepped in and removed their coat, it was Kaitlyn, she too had a aura of heavy fatigue about her.

"Kaitlyn, are you okay?" Jane stumbled towards her friend and helped her into the room where Booster was.  Kaitlyn didnt say anything she just sat there with blank, empty eyes.

"K... whats the matter? say something" Jane repeated.

"considering that she hasnt said anything, she must've gotten one of the five curses" Booster rubbed his face as he spoke.

"what do you mean?"

"my sight has been heighened to the extent that it hurts to look at the light.  either she cant speak cause it hurts or she cant speak cause her vocal chords are gone" Booster adjusted so he was lying down.  Kaitlyn took the other side of the couch and tucked herself into a ball.

"I'm sorry you two, this is so horrible.  if only Death hadnt given us that order-" Jane stumbled back, Kaitlyn had punched her in the stomach.  She looked at Jane, she had tears rolling down her face.  she didnt do anything but tuck herself back in.

"(sigh) I'm sorry K... s-sorry" it was getting dark.  Three of them turned in for the night.  Kaitlyn went into her own room and shut the door.  Jane and Booster took the other room, she set him on the bed and she removed some bands from her coat.

"before we turn in, i want to change out the bands on your eyes" she heard Booster shuffle on the bed.  He was getting scared, so scared that he fell onto the floor.  He didnt say anything, he knew it would do no good.  Jane stepped over to the light switch and stepped to the curtains.

"there, all the light is shut out, you wont see a thing" she approached him, he was trembling under her.  She massaged his arm and his shaking slew down.  Jane took in a deep breath and unraveled his bandages.  As she removed the layers, Booster tried to make some small talk, to distract himself.

"heh... y'know with all these bandages on, i kinda feel like Solid Snake, and Riku.  dontcha think?"

"i have no idea what your talking about"

"didnt i show you those games? i could've sworn"

"you probably did, i just dont pay attention to the crap you play"

"you did not just say... what i thought you said? Janey Waney"

"Boostie, your not in any position to tell me otherwise on anything,  i can reach the switch from here" even after saying that, she didnt feel his trembling worsen, he knew she wouldnt do that.

"someday ill get you to play something with me, that i promise you" Jane bumped him on the head, she might have hit him harder than she meant to but she knew he would live through it.

"gagh... Tsundere smasher"

"I seriously dont know what your talking about" she got the last bandage off, the last thing to take off were Boosters smart glasses, they were the only thing he was able to see with.  somehow he was able to look through the images without pain, why that was the case neither of them knew.  the thermal imaging and vibration detection gave him a sense of awareness.  she had to be careful when taking his glasses off.  she decided to undo her ponytail and let her hair block out more possible light.  She held herself over him and let her hair fall freely.

"Mmm, cherry and peppermint, whatever that stuff is you use keep using it"  she hit him again, this time hard on purpose.

It was morning, the radio was blaring out names and locations like it always did.  It was time to get registered so the three of them took off.  The line was naturally long, but it moved quite quickley.  As the three of them moved along they brushed up against people further back in the line as it passed through a narrow area.  many Order members were watching the croud as it moved along, someone in the line lost their balance and fell into the other part of the line and fell into Booster.  The two of them fell out of line and collided into an Order member.  The Order member was enraged, he threw them off to the side, the stumbler landed on Booster and slipped something into his bandages.

"i-im so sorry about that" she said, the girl stood up. and ran off.  Booster was confused, in his thermal imaging the girl seemed strange, the top of her head was yellow hot while the other side was cool green, that and her voice seemed so familiar.  the girl ran off and the Order member chased after her.  Jane and Kaitlyn ran to him.

"Booster, are you alright?" he stood up and looked in their direction.  he nodded and smiled, the two girls sighed in relief and they got back in line.  The three were at the end of the line, just as they went up to register, some of the Order Members grabbed them and set them aside.

"whats going on Jane?"

"i dunno Booster, just hang on for a sec" after a moment Genesis stepped out of a room.  Her dark grin was present as ever.

"ah there they are, bring them in here" she said as she went back in.

The room was cold and dark, the only people inside were Jane, Booster, Kaitlyn, and Genesis.  the three were sitting in chairs while Genesis walked back and forth.

"how have thing been for the three of you? good?" Genesis said as she stepped back and forth, favoring her bum leg.

"how can you ask us that, you know what we go through everyday, i feel like i forget someone every couple of hours"

"thats too bad, it feels pretty depressing actually" Genesis grabbed Janes coat and pulled her in close.

"Hm... ive never seen how bright those eyes of yours are, their pretty"

"Let her go Genesis" Booster said, looking in their general direction, his fist was trembling.

"please, just leave her alone"

"Booster shut up its alright"

"hmph... fine then" Genesis gave Jane a swift shot to the gut, then placed her in the seat again.

"finish your registration and go back to your quarters immediately, your time does not end today"

The three went back to their house as quick as they could.  Jane slammed the door as hard as she could.

"damn that Mercedes, who does she think she is, treating me like that, i felt so vulnerable and weak, if only i had my power i wouldve ground her face into the curb, yeah that feels awesome right now" Jane was off in her thoughts.  Booster recovered the item that was lodged in his bandages.

"Jane stop with the LULZ already and look at this for me please" Jane exhaled deeply and stepped over to him and took the item out of his hand.

"its a micro SD card"

"really? hand it over" Jane gave it back, and Booster wormed though the layers of bandages with cautious hands.  he yelped as his eyes caught the light in the room.

"Booster! quick shut the curtains K"

"I'm alright Jane this might be important" he got the disk in place and set the bandages in place.

"good the disk was recognized.  open file to view folders... play audio file"  Booster was still as a statue as he listened to the file.

"Jane open your coat, is there anything in there?"  Jane shuffled around in her coat and produced some energy supplements and metal wrist bands.

"yeah some energy bars and some high tec wrist bands of some sort" Booster went back to the recording and listened.  he reached through the bandages and touched his glasses.

"whats going on? what are these for?" Jane asked.

"it would seem that Death was never caught.  he's made a plan to get to Russell and the other high rank members of the Holy Order and put an end to all this"

"DEATH!!!" Kaitlyn yelled, she started to cough and dry heave from the pain in her throat.  her devotion to Death was still high as ever.

"hold onto those we'll need them in the morning"

"what are the wristbands though?"

"their gifts from Khaos, they will restore our powers, for a limited amount of time, long enough to let us get away and rejoin Death and the others"

"this seems really risky, what about the other Reapers?"

"their wasnt anything about the others in here, I'm sure it means we are to assume what happens for the actions we take tomorrow" Jane could feel her guts sink to the bottom of her body as she thought about that.  she did not like the plan, not one bit.

"everything will go down tomorrow, during the propaganda speech by the section leaders.  while everyone is walking about tomorrow, Anna will cause a distraction, and we'll make our way out of here"

"Anna is here?"

"she was the one who crashed into me" Jane thought for a moment.

"this is going to be big, im really nervous about this"

It was morning, the propaganda speech was about to start, the three Reapers were caught in the middle of the crowd as they went about their daily routines.  the three of them felt so much stronger than usual, the energy bars they got were doing their job.

"any moment now..." Booster said as he stood perfectly still.  The radios started booming, the beginning of the speech was Russell talking about ideals and why the idea of the Reaper is inferior to his Holy Order.

"over there, look" Jane said as she saw a figure standing above the others.  It was Anna, the Order Members approached her and started barking orders, she leapt off the small building and smashed the radio as she fell.  she landed in a circle of Order Members and they attacked her, she produced a nightstick and took her opponents on head first.  the crowd scattered in a minor panic, many of the Reapers joined in on the combat trying to do some good.  Booster jumped in and snatched one of the Members E.M.O. Blades and took off.

"Jane, Kaitlyn, this way!" he said as he started running.  the two caught up and they ran down the narrow corridors.  Booster stopped for a second and fiddled with the sword.

"what are you doing? where are we going?"

"hush its almost done" Booster was gliding his fingers across the sword, moving and manipulating the parts within.  after a moment the end of the handle opened and exposed a glowing green ball of energy.

"thats the tech Russell made to fight against us, what are you doing?"

"im rearranging the parts within so that the power can be better used, it was on the SD card"  he snapped the case closed and the weapon was useable again.  Booster twisted the handle and the blade separated into different shards, the center of the blade was glowing the same green color of the energy in the handle.

"alright lets go" after a while of running they came to a door at the end of an alley, there was a moment before the door opened.

"in here hurry please"

"MERCEDES!" Jane grabbed the sword from Booster and lunged at Mercedes.  The tip of the blade struck her in the shoulder and pinned her against the wall.

"how DARE you treat me like that, how DARE you look down on me with those eyes of yours, how DARE you..." she just stood there and looked at Mercedes.

"Jane stand back and let her go now!" Booster grabbed her and pulled Jane back.

"Jane, she's on OUR side"

"What? you cant be serious"

"its true, Jane, we're all on the same side" Mercedes said as she rubbed the wound, after a second it was healed.

"we dont have much time we need to take down the generator and make our way out"

"what generator?" Booster asked.

"it wasnt in the disk you got, but if we destroy the AR generator all the Reapers will regain their powers and we'll be better off"

"who's idea was that? Deaths?" Booster asked.

"yes, he sent a message to me saying that if at all possible we are to shut it down, so that the others will at least have half a chance in here"

"alright then, Jane" Booster looked at her.

"what is it?"

"from here on out ill need you to guide me around, its too dark and i have low vibrations, so i cant see"

"please follow me, i know where to go" Mercedes gestured towards the hall.

they wove through the tight areas and made it to the generator.

"thats it, if we can just shut it down we'll be done and we can make it out of here"

"if you think you can shut that down you have another thing coming dear Genesis"

someone stood out from the shadows, it was Mason and Psalms.  Mason was on one end and Psalms was standing in front of the entrance to the generator.

"yo-you guys are in a lot of... trouble" Psalm said, gripping his revolvers tight.  Mason was loading his C96 replica as he stood in the room.

"Mason, Psalms, how did you find us?" Mercedes demanded.

"the Lordmaster wanted someone to guard the generator, so i gladly took the offer, he said that he was sure someone would try to interfere"

"Mercedes, Jane take care of Psalms, Kaitlyn back me up, Ill take care of Mason" Booster strapped the wristband on and pressed the button, Jane and Kaitlyn did the same.  the three of them could feel ther power return.  Mercedes summoned her Autobust weapon.  the 'All Motor' was a giant axe themed after muscle cars that are naturally aspirated, motors that rely on their own strength to win the race.

Psalms stepped into the next room.

"c-come and get me if you c-can" he popped a few shots and stepped out.  Jane and Mercedes engaged their opponent and Booster did the same.

"do you actually think you can take me on? in the state your in? your blind as a bat"

"dont underestimate me Blondie, ill take you on just like i always do and win"  Booster twisted the handle on the sword.

"your confidence is empty, ill make you miserable in your last moments, prepare to be wiped from existence" Mason put his gun away and produced his fireblades.  the two charged eachother and commenced combat.  Booster took defense as Mason swung with fiery rage.  the parrys werent making progress.  Booster found an opening and shoved Mason back.  Booster swung the sword around and the energy started to build.

"whats going on, what have you done to that sword?" Mason watched as the energy got bigger.

"Blade beam!" Booster slammed the sword into the ground and the energy carved into the ground, Mason dodged the attack, he was sure that if Booster could see clearly he would've been hit by that.

"for being blind your accuracy is amazing, but it'll be your ultimate weakness" Booster threw the sword into the air, the energy was building with amazing speed.  Booster took Mason head on, he threw a few punches and backed off just in time to catch the sword.

"Sonic Boom!" Booster threw the sword around and the energy swung out like a boomerang.  the energy slashed across Mason's chest as he dodged the attack.  the energy rang through him like razor wire.  after a few seconds his chest was healed.

"at this pace you dont stand a chance, im impressed that you were able to make our weapons do that, when i cleave you through for the last time ill take this to the Lordmaster and he'll congradulate me. I thank you for this, truly i do.  now i have to say that im tired of this, you are done for"  there was an explosion from the generator room, Mercedes and Jane were thrown out with violent force.  Psalms walked out and readied himself for another go round.  Boosters strength was lost in an instant.

"the wristband, times up"

"and now your finished"

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Phew that was a lot (COMMENTS)

Down the road: The Third Horsemen (Death inc)

Forget what i just said and read.

Down the road: The Third Horsemen

The Netherworld sky was a swirl of greys, as far as Pestilence was concerned it should've been red in all the chaos that had been going on in the recent years.  Monsters called Reavers were quickly thinning out the once well numbered Death Incorporated.  The whereabouts of these monsters and how they continue to appear anywhere has put the company in a widespread panic.  The only one who seems to not be afraid is Death himself.  Then again its not like he has much to be afraid of.

Pestilence was at Death Inc.'s England branch speaking to the head.

"with all the recent Reaver activity, we regret to inform you that we are pulling this branch and relocating you to the main headquarters, as a safety measure"

"now thats ridiculous, Ma'am, you know as well as i do that we are fully capable of handling the Reaver situation as it stands now.  we have over eight hundred Reapers on active role at the moment and we have changed our work to operate in pairs.  I believe that you can tell Death things are safe and sound"

"you know as well as i do, that too many Reavers have crossed over to the world of the living and done enough damage to nearly reveal us as a whole.  we're not afraid of the safety of your staff, we're operating for the good of the planet, and all living creatures.  order 98 is going into effect in almost an hour.  After that half of the Death inc. staff will be transferred to the world of the living for the next ten years.  While the other half sanitizes the situation"

The two of them sat in silence for a moment.  The overseer looked over Pestilence as she casually sat.  Time had done nothing but good for her, physically.

Her many years in the world of the living have let her grow quite well, the physique of a collge graduate in an old fashioned pin-stripe suit and matching fedora, reminded the overseer of better days, peaceful days.  The one thing he couldnt stop looking at were her eyes.  although she was calm as a summer cloud, her expression said that she was ready to take on a warehouse of enraged bulls with nothing but a stick with a single leaf on it.  Her emerald green eyes were like looking into the soul of rage.  The only thing that was more threatening than her were the machines that stood next to her 'Pestilence's army' since she was still mortal, it was requested that she have body guards in case of an emergency.

"hmph... alright ma'am, ill send out an immediate message to all staff that they are to relocate to HQ to be informed of their duty"

"we appreciate the cooperation, unfourtunately we're not having any luck getting through to some other branches about this, we shall leave immediately" Pestilence stood up as did the overseer and she reached out for his hand as an official close of the deal.  Just before their hands met they heard a noise at the bottom of the building.

"did you hear that?" the overseer said.

"unfortunately" the overseer dashed to his desk and called to the main floor.

"this is the overseer, tell me what that sound was" there was a panicked voice on the other end, throwing out words like they were an ex-boyfriends clothing.

"just calm down and tell me whats happened" there was a scream and the intercom went silent.

"well this could've been better, wouldnt you say?" Pestilence said as she dropped into the couch again, stretching her arms out and crossing her legs.

"this is insane, how did so many make it here like this" the overseer looked at Pestilence, she looked like she was bored, it was making him angry to see her like that.

"so what do we do now? we cant just walk out of here"

"thats correct"

"so are we just gonna be destroyed here, like moths to the flame?! tell me!"

"shut up and let me make a phone call" she said as she put her phone to her ear.  she closed the phone and returned it to its pocket.  she leaned forward and took in a couple of deep breaths.

"so whats happening, ma'am, what are we going to do?"

"you are going to put out a message to everyone in your staff to attack the threat with everything you've got, you and me on the other hand are leaving immediately" 

"your... not serious are you? you want me to leave my people behind to fight those thing while i leave for HQ? your mad"

Pestilence looked at him with stone cold expression.

"Mr. Overseer, during NWXIII what was your position?" he stood back a little, her hat was tilted down a little and the light in the room made her eyes look like they were glowing green.  

"um... i was in charge of field analyzing researching how the Holy Order members attacked in the settings they were in, minimal battle experience"

"then its understandable how giving an order like this seems cruel.  In battle its only natural for us to want to make it out alive along with all our friends.  But we know better than to think like that.  If you dont order your people to attack them now they'll only think negative on your person, the fact that you havent said something already has put you in a poor position.  If you dont give the order... i will, and ill make it seem like your a complete coward of a man, with nothing to reflect on, that will make you the 'bottom of the barrel' in their eyes" the overseer thought for a moment then lifted the reciever.  He put the message out and dropped the phone.

"well done, we're heading up to the roof, there will be a jump carrier waiting for us when we get there"  she held her hands out and two of her guards placed a weapon in each hand.  The first weapon was a sawed-off shot gun, but an over-and-under style as opposed to the side-by-side that was traditional for a gangster cut.  The other weapon was a grenade launcher, just like the shotgun it too was gangster gut for compact size.  She stood up and started for the door.

"Typhus, Cholera, please watch over Mr. Overseer. Influenza, Malaria, your with me" the machines snapped to the orders.

The door was opened and they walked out to the stairs.  As they walked there were Reapers everywhere armed as they stepped into the elevator, the door shut and the sound of screams echoed inside the small room.  The doors were forced open and multiple Reavers were attacking the Reapers, one Reaver leapt out of the elevator and charged Pestilence.

"Ma'am watch out!" Pestilence stood her ground, the Reaver was a horrifying sight.  the creature was a mutated humanoid with many sharp bones protruding from many places, their muscles were exposed due to their extreme strength. and the empty look in their eyes exposed what they used to be.  Pestilence drew her shotgun and popped a round in the creatures face, it stumbled backward and Pestilence whirrled around to plug the other round in its back, the chest started to bleed from many of the small holes in its chest.  the creature was unable to stand, as the nervous system was ruptured.  Malaria came up and crushed the creatures head in one swift stomp.  they looked back at the elevator and saw as a dying Reaper, surrounded by Reavers destroyed the elevator cables and sent the small box plummeting to the bottom.  

Typhus provoked the overseer to keep moving.  Pestilence drew back her sleeve to expose a hidden Bandolier on her arm, she removed two rounds and readied her weapon.  in the stairwell more screaming could be heard down below.  The overseer looked down to see more people fighting against the Reavers, from all the grey the Netherworld washed itself in, he was bits of red splattered all over the walls.  once the reavers looked up from their work they ascended the stairs after their new prey, Typhus extended and arm out of its cloak, producing a gatling gun.  it leaned over the side and sent metal rain down the stairs, striking all the Reavers as they climbed.

"Malaria, Cholera, carry us to the top, Typhus and Influenza will hold them off" the overseer was scooped up and the four of them jumped from stair to stair as the other two hung behind.  The windows in the stair well were crawling with Reavers, many of which were breaking the glass to get in.  many floor above the Reavers got in, they dove towards the group with breakneck speed.

"Influenza!" the machine retreated its weapons and prioritized getting ahead of the group, Malaria produced an LMG and fired at the falling Reavers as Influenza worked to join them.  Shards of glass fell around them as did the bodies of the defeated Reavers.  The group stopped as the machines calculated the safest possible scenarios.  Malaria and Cholera stepped to the sides and let Influenza blast past them with its scythe ready.  There was a short segment of slashing and breaking glass.  After a moment, the door to the stairwell opened and Reavers were right next to Pestilence and the overseer.  Pestilence drew her grenade launcher and shot at the arch of the door, striking two Reavers, leaving Cholera enough time to shift Pestilence in its arms and gun down the two Reavers.

The machines communicated with eachother and started to ascend again.  They were almost at the top, the machines clicked and beeped at eachother.

"we need to get on their backs, they need to climb on the outter walls" the two of them rode 'piggyback' as the machines climbed outside.

They were on the roof now, out in the distance a plane was closing in.

"thats our way out, we need to stave off the Reavers till they get here" Pestilence loaded a new round into her grenade launcher and snapped it closed.

"how long till they get here?" overseer said.  there was a loud thunderous sound climbing the building.  they looked over the side and found a Digger making its way up to them.

"dammit, of all things a Digger had to show up" Pestilence looked at her guards.

"run program 'homewrecker' initiate" the four machines spread out to the four corners of the building and jumped off.

"where are they going?! are you mad? we're fish in a barrel like this"

"their going to take care of the whole thing for us" their going to drop the building on top of the digger so we can escape"

"WHAT?! we're dead"

"they calculated the arrival of the plane to our reaction speed so that when when we're safely aboard the plane the building will tumble"

a handfull of Reavers made it through the roof entrance.  Pestilence fired her grenade launcher and hit one in the chest, the other dodged and ran straight for her.

"watch out!" overseer yelled, Pestilence fired into the leg of the Reaver, the monster fell.  Before it could get back up, Pestilence punched it in the chest, and something happened to the Reaver.  a strange object was coming out of it.  Pestilence's hand was retrieving another weapon, pulling it out of the Reaver, she ripped it out and the monster fell lifeless to the ground.  The overseer watched as the disgusting thing in her hand shifted into a bigger grenade launcher.  More Reavers exposed themselves and she took them head on.  She fired multiple rounds into the air, and the area became covered in a bright pink gas.  Pestilence knocked the monsters into the gas where they immediately started to dissolve into piles of multicolored goo.

The plane had arrived, the side hatch opened and a figure leapt out and assisted Pestilence.

"Get back Miss" the figure yelled.  Pestilence stood to the side and let the figure strike the enemy as she and the overseer climbed aboard.  The figure leaped back into the plane as it lifted away from the building.

"Mr. Overseer, i would like to introduce you to the one person who won NWXIII for us" the woman turned around and met him face to face, she had deep black hair and a combination of bright white and dark black clothing, she stood there favoring a leg with a black cane.

"hello good sir..." she held her free hand out and they shook hands.  There was a loud series of crashes as the building collapsed the four guards leapt towards the plane and grabbed on, each holding on to the other.  The Digger broke through the building and was able to grab onto Cholera, the machine reactively released its grip and confronted the monster.

"get us out of here NOW!" Pestilence yelled, the plane lifted and the three machines clambered in as the doors closed.

"get us back to HQ ASAP, its almost time"

Pestilence: Bed Ridden Agony (Death Inc)

so i tried to do this a few nights ago and left to join Josh in some antics, but when i returned it had dumped all my stuff into the world of oblivion.

lets try this again.

Pestilence: Bed Ridden Agony

It was the middle of the night. the hospital was as quiet as it could be, but one room in particular was quaking with yelling.

"Move... Move... MOVE!!!" Pestilence pounded at her legs, which had stopped working since she woke up a week ago.

"Move... Move dammit. Your MY legs and i order you to move like i want you to" she struck her legs over and over, they had become riddled with many small bruises. she ceased her attack and threw herself into her pillows. she was overcome with her thoughts. ever since she woke up she had been exhausted, even though she was up and active the day before she ended up in the hospital, and she still doesnt know why or how she got there.

"why havent Mom and Dad come to see me? why dont my legs work? and why wont any of the doctors or nurses tell me anything?" she wanted to cuddle into a ball but she couldnt get her legs in place. she shifted her upper body and looked out the window, at the awkwardly yellow, orange mix. as she looked at it she started to feel sick for some reason. off in the distance she saw the lights of an airplane.

she heard the door to her room open. it mustve been a nurse. someone called for the nurse outside the room.

"yeah what is it?" the nurse asked, chatter came from down the hall made her push the door inwards and close slowly.

"no its nothing i cant do later, im right there" the door closed slowly. Pestilence looked out the door and saw that a newspaper was resting in a wastebasket by the counter of the nurses area.

"i want to see whats happening, i need that newspaper" she threw off her sheets and slowly moved herself off her bed. she was almost off the bed when her legs slipped off and smacked into the cold tile.

"ouch... grr, how stupid of me" she threw the pain to the side, her objective was more important than soothing the pain.

she reached the door and stretched to grab the handle. the door opened just a bit, enough to look like it was still closed. she slowly opened the door and gave herself a sliver of sight. her heart pounded as a nurse walked right past her room. she exhaled in relief and observed her surroundings. it was clear, there was a security camera, but by the time she was spotted she would've gotten what she wanted, she didnt care what they did at that point.

she pushed the door open and dragged herself quickly across the floor. so far so good she reached the wastebasket and pulled the paper out, some of it was soaked in coffee and chewed bubble gum was stuck to it. she looked for the date.

"october second? of two-thousand eight? but its april of oh'six" she read on, looking for anything else that might make sense.

she found an article about a murder case. she started to read it, but just a few lines in she was shocked.

+the bodies of two people were finally found after two years of searching. they have been identified as+

she read on, and the names she saw were of her very own mother and father.

"MOM, DAD, their DEAD!!??" a scream from down the hallway was heard. Pestilence saw a nurse with her hands on her cheeks and a look of shock and fear across her. the nurse summoned more people to help her. Pestilence was almost out of time. she read to learn that two years ago her family was targeted by gangsters who broke in and killed her parents, after that they beat the child and left her burning in the house. by some surprise she made it out alive but was caught in a coma up till now.

Pestilence suddenly felt naucious, she could feel her dinner coming up. she did her best to hold herself up and away from her mess, she was overcome with dizziness and she fell to the floor unconsious and scared.


phew so there it is whether or not this is canon or not is TBD and ill make that decision... later?