The Enemy

A class of human students, about grade 6 or so. Were sitting intently as Erik pressed his chalk against the large slate at the front of the class. he made various curves straight lines and symbols of every size and shape. Finally ending with an enormous mathematical equation. It looked unsolvable and slightly similar to algebra. There were a number of variables including "a,b,c,d,e,x,y, and z" The class looked at the equation in amazement. Erik was substituting for another teacher and believed he should take the class as far as possible while he could. Before Erik began explaining the problem, a man fired through his door. "There's a call to arms! Balor has returned!" The man screamed. Erik simply frowned and asked "What is the call asking for?" in a calm smooth tone. Much like the voices of all Janwan. "A last desperate plea from Scallion! Asking for any able bodied men for a life-or-death mission!" the man replied. The class was trying to salve the problem and waiting to see how Erik would respond. He began rubbing the bridge of his nose with his forefinger and thumb, as if trying to suppress a headache. Erik finally answered the man with "Very well" then he turned to the students and said "Copy this problem and go home. Class is dismissed" as he started cleaning up papers from his desk. After the last student had left, only about 4 or 5 minutes later, the man said "I'm sorry for interrupting your lesson sir" Erik glared at him with his usual non-emotional, and neutral-in-every-way look. Eventually saying "apology accepted, you can leave now." And the man left. Erik left the school building as well and went to his house. He but on a uniform wit a curtain training outfit look to it. Then he opened a small hidden door in his closet and retrieved a chest. He got a key from his bedside table drawer, and opened it. Within the chest was a pair of three-sectioned staves. They were very finely crafted and had layers of steel and silver in each poll. The said "I never thought I'd use you two again.." to himself and continued to putting them into his belt. Then he went to his kitchen and took out any non-perishable foods he had, and put them into a backpack-esque container. Then he walked out and began walking in the general direction of Scallion. Talking and arguing with himself as to which roads were the fastest. and How much he had in accordance to perhaps buying a horse in the next town.

Baal grinned "That Naru boy is a nascence that keeps coming back! like an infestation of maggots!...Trusty Ame will be sure to exterminate him for good." Baal walked around looking for signs of hope. There was still a small section of heaven that was yet to be concurred. "What will we do when Ame finds out that we don't have any information about his girl?" The fox demon asked nervously. "Well he'll surely kill you. And he has no idea I was a part of this." Baal said smugly. "W-What?!" the fox exclaimed "I'll tell him-I'll tell him it was all your fault. It wasn't Satan or God that messed up with his girl it was you!" The fox continued but Baal looked unchanged in his smugness "I'll tell him everything! He'll kill you too!!" The fox paused to catch his breath when Baal cut in. "First of all: you are nothing. Do not try to threaten me! Secondly, I am Baal! I'm immortal!!" "Besides, he'll find your dead body, and I'll explain why I killed you, because you ripped him off with an offering of information that you never had. I did him a favour" The fox raised a feral eyebrow and asked "What are you talking about!? You-" He was again cut off by Baal, or his head was at least. The body fell to the ground and black blood squirted and gushed from the stump of a neck that was left.

Some o the best are already up here. So this is like my third funniest song. It's another hit by wierd al, and it'a called The Night Santa Went Crazy. Down in the workshop all the elves were making toys For the good Gentile girls and the good Gentile boys When the boss busted in, nearly scared 'em half to death Had a rifle in his hands and cheap whiskey on his breath From his beard to his boots he was covered in ammo Like a big fat drunk disgruntled Yuletide Rambo And he smiled as he said with a twinkle in his eye "Merry Christmas to all - now you're all gonna die!" The night Santa went crazy The night Saint Nick went insane Realized he'd been getting a raw deal Something must've finally snapped in his brain Well the workshop is gone now, he decided to bomb it Everywhere you'll find pieces of Cupid and Comet Then he tied up his helpers and he held the elves hostage And he ground up poor Rudolph into reindeer sausage He got Dancer and Prancer with and old German Luger And he slashed up poor Dasher just like Freddy Krueger Then he picked up a flamethrower and he barbecued Blitzen Then he took a big bite and said "It tastes just like chicken!" The night Santa went crazy The night Kris Kringle went nuts Now you can't hardly walk 'round the North Pole Without stepping in reindeer guts There's the National Guard and the FBI There's a van from the Eyewitness News And helicopters circling 'round in the sky Now the bullets keep flying the body count's rising And everybody'd dying to know - Santa, why? My, my, my, my - you used to be such a jolly guy. Yes, Virginia, now Santa's doing time In a Federal prison for his infamous crime Hey there little friend, don't you cry no more tears He'll be out with good behavior in seven hundred more years. (Alternate verse used in concert) Yes, Virginia, now Santa Claus is dead A guy from the SWAT team blew a hole through his head Yes, little friend, that's his brains on the floor Guess you won't have the fat guy to kick around anymore Now Vixen's in therapy and Donner's still nervous And the elves all got jobs working for the postal service And they say Mrs. Claus she's on the phone every night With a lawyer negotiating the movie rights (They talk about) The night Santa went crazy The night Saint Nicholas flipped Broke his back for some milk and cookies Seems to me like he was tired of getting gypped The night Santa went crazy The night Saint Nick went insane Realized he'd been getting a raw deal Something finally must've snapped in his brain Something finally must've snapped in his brain Tell ya something must've finally snapped in his brain.

OK, this is the worlds worste pick-up line. Before I tell you, I want you all to know I have never used it. I am clean. My friend told me and another friend to use it and we both laugh about it to this day (it was like 3 months ago). Anyhow if you think it's work please say so. Boy: Fat penguin. Girl: huh? (me and said other friend figured there would be a slap or some sort of kick placed here) Boy: I needed something to break the ice. And of coarse. The guy who came up with it had no idea what he would say afterwards. Now girls, would you or would you not; think the guy was calling you fat if he walked up out-of-the-blue and said "Fat penguin." ???

Signing up for:One of the three from the old time era. Name: Martivir(Marty) Age: 242 Personality: Marty is a very soft and easy going guy, although in the time period he grew up in this is an extremely limited part of his identity. And he does ,however, change entirely when in battle. He becomes closed off and cold.But at all times day or night he can be counted on to be kind to his trusted dragon Karaglen. Being a Dragonrider he has put his life in Kara's claws. He has to put his trust in her daily, and in thus sshe has become the closest friend in his life. Either of them would be willing to die for the other. Appearance: Karaglen, Marty's dragon, is the first attachment. He is the second. Marty has a greenish hue to his face and skin. This is the result from several severe burns and burn scars, with attempted magical healing. Weapon: As in the pic he uses the large lance, but He also uses a longsword. He is partial to lances, because they are easier to use while in mounted combat. His shield is also custom for flying.

After being shot 47 spun and sat undercover of the roof guard. He unbuttoned his shirt and blood stained under shirt. Then with his not shit arm, he reached into his suit and took out a small med kit. The wound was deep. He reached into it with a pair of tweezers from the kit and painfully pulled out the bullet. He inspected it carefully and figured that no tenants or arteries were torn. So he began sewing himself up. After sewing he wrapped the wound in a white gauss cloth. to further stop the bleeding. Then he found a small hotel to stay at. He knew Hiro would be out of the picture with the hit he got off. He strolled in and then asked for a room. The clerk gave him a key for $150 and he went to the room. 47 opened the door with his hand with the shot shoulder. And cringed a little in pain. He then went into the room and put his rifle case/ sit case down on the floor. Then he laid on the bed, after closing and locking all doors and windows, and he went to sleep. His wound should be healed by morning, He thought. As he lay in bed. He contemplated what he would have to do to take out Hiro, and if he would need to kill Aaron as well. He figured they'd be incapacitated for the time being and nodded off for the night.

[B]*Flashback*[/B][I] It was about a year ago. Just after a high profile hit. 47 was walking with Ashe, when Ashe pulled a gun on him and they fought. Ashe had been happy working with 47 up till now. He had liked having a professional hit man to do at least half of the hard work. And 47 did more. But having a "partner" in some sense meant he didn't get the whole pay. 47 knew he was good at killing so he figured he should use his talents, he didn't care if he 'only' got 100,000 instead of 2. Alas Ashe had grown greedy, he wanted all of the pay from each job they did. Recently he had been asking for more and more of the pay cheque, 47 had allowed it since he usually had some excuse about how he needed the money for a debt or emergency. And of coarse 47 didn't 'need' the money really at all, so he let Ashe have it. Anyways, Ashe had decided he didn't want 47 after all. So he decided to take him out. Ashe held the barrel of his pistol to 47's brainstem and then 47 turned around. "You can't do it." 47 said "Sure I can I've killed a ton of people before." "No, I mean, you don't have enough skill." Ashe looked at 47 with anger. He knew 47 was top agent but until now 47 never bluntly said he was better. 47 then dropped under the gun. "Hey!" Ashe exclaimed, but it was too late. 47 delivered a low round house and knocked Ashe to the ground, the gun slid across the floor. By the time Ashe got to the gun and looked up again. 47 was gone. Ashe, now Hiro, hasn't seen 47 until the airport. He had only heard rumours about an urban legend, killing people of for pay.[/I]

Aaron and Hiro arrived at a small deli, and decided it should have good enough food. Soon after they sat down a waiter came to them. "What shall we have this evening?" the waiter said in a cocky tone. "I'll have a number three, and she'll have a.." Hiro began to order but was interrupted by Aaron. "Number 6!" she exclaimed. Then she received a questioning glance from Hiro. She simply shrugged it off with "It looks really good." But hiro replied with "6 is the biggest meal in the menu." Aaron answered "So?" and they argued for a moment about how much food a slim girl like Aaron needed. Finally ending in a slap to Hiro's cheek, as Aaron assumed he was saying she's gaining weight. The lunch rush was over and the deli was empty other that a few waiters. One of them walked over to the table while Aaron and Hiro were only half way through their meal. "A message from the gentleman at table two sir" the waiter said handing a note to hiro. The note read as follows "You won't get away. No one ever gets away." Hiro was somewhat scared by the note and looked around to see who it was from. But alas the tables accept for his, were empty. He knew it was from 47. So he said "we hafta go, now." as he got up and places a 20 on the table. He grabbed Aaron by the arm, and pulled her out. "What what's the problem?" Asked Aaron urgently. "47! He followed us!" Hiro replied walking down the streets in an almost paranoid fashion. "That guard guy? He didn't seem that bad when I saw him." she said walking with Hiro. "He didn't wanna kill us before, now he does. Believe me, he's bad." Just then a telephone poll chipped a bit next to Hiro's head. "FUCK he's got a sniper!" Hiro almost yelled. Then another shot bounced near Aaron and they both started running. 47 meanwhile was on top of a nearby tall building. with his WA2000. "No one can know me." He said to himself. OOC: if you want me to change anything, like if I played ur guys wrong, just pm me k?

OOC: hey finally gettin' this thing started! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It had been only a few days since the group arrived in heaven. There God himself stood looking over his kingdom of salvation. But there was unrest in the kingdom, a scream was heard in the distance. A body fell to the ground, large blood soaked white wings came from the back of the being. God was there in an instant. "I thought this would get you out of hiding." said Ame in a cruel tone. "I'll finally get revenge for what you did to her.". A single tear rolled down his cheek as he gripped a red dagger in his hand. "What are you talking about my boy?" God said cheerfully, yet worried. "You bastard! you don't even remember the girl you damned!" Ame exclaimed. "She prayed to you and you left her to Satan!!" he continued. "My dear angel, I'm sure I have no idea what you're talking about." God replied placing a hand on Ame's shoulder. "You'll remember me." Ame said smiling grimly "Everyone will remember me." Ame grabbed Gods hand and drove the red dagger into him forehead. God, the almighty was slain. Soon afterwards a large hole in the ground ripped open. Baal walked through and shook a little. He then changed into a being like no other, the skull grew flesh and hair. is bony figure developed the resemblance of a body. And a new Baal was born. A new age of hell and suffering had began. Baal uttered a loud growl-like yell, and a heard of demons flew into heaven from the hole behind him. He laughed menacingly and angels screamed. Baal walked calmly threw heaven and any angel who dared cross his path was swiftly cut to pieces under his scythe if fire. One of Baals many generals of damnation was closely behind him. It was Diablo. Another large group of bat-like demons the size of wolf-hounds was also at his side. "Go with Diablo, kill anything you come across" Baal actually told the demons with his mouth. Then he turned to Diablo and said "Well, go! If I see you behind me for another minute I'll cut you down with this blade. He threatened while waving his scythe in front of Diablo. He soon left but seemed annoyed at Baals commanding threat. Baal walked around until he found Ame, "Good work, there will be a new hell yet.? as Baal uttered these words he almost seemed genuinely happy.

47 seemed extremely aggravated that he was well known to this Hiro guy. He frowned and said "Perhaps I shall meet you two there. I have to leave for the time being. And with that 47 walked out of the lobby and out of the airport entirely. The call he got was a big change in plans, he was now to be at the warehouse when the meeting took place. This was to protect his superior from any misfortune their new employer might bring. He took the car he drove there in and headed back, He arrived before the cab and decided to head in and change from the guard uniform. He got out and walked into the warehouse. He had never seen his superior in person so he assumed this lazy looking man was him. He glanced at John and said "I'm going to change, I'll be back shortly". John didn't seem to care. 47 then walked into the hidden back room and put on another suit of his own. Once he reloaded his baller he walked out with it concealed within the vest of his suit. He walked over to John, who was sitting on a table, and he simply stood next to him. John could tell something had annoyed 47, he had a very keen knack for reading peoples emotions. "What happened?" John asked in a serious tone. "Apparently I'm well known throughout the assassin underbelly of this hell hole." 47 replied in his steely voice. The worlds were a little cryptic but John soon figured out what he meant. Someone must have identified him face to face. He knew that always ticked 47 off a bit. Soon enough the cab pulled up and Felix stepped out. The large man also got out and carried his coat in after him. Felix looked at the pair by the table and assumed 47 was Mr. Drong. Looking more professional and ready to kill. He greeted them with "Hello I am Mister Conland." and he held his hand out to 47 for a shake. 47 obviously cleared his throat and said "We know, this is Mr. Drong" making a gesture to John. Felix responded and said "Oh I see, well hello Mr. Drong." moving his hand so that John could shake it instead.

47 was bored waiting for the meeting to begin, so he decided to take a walk. He had just stepped out of the warehouse wearing his normal suit, and as usual carrying a briefcase. When a car sped past him. He was on the side walk a few feet away from the road. But he still felt the wind of the car push against him. He looked at the car driving away felt rather annoyed. He didn't respect the law but in his perspective "If you're going to break the law, break it quietly.". So he planned to follow her, he drew his silverballer and shot a single bullet into a passing car. Hitting the driver in the head, the car swerved a little and finally stopped a few blocks down. Fortunately for 47 the car stopped just a little turned to the left, right in front of a red light. He opened the door and a body fell out. It was late so the streets were relatively void of anyone. 47 had enough time to drag the body into the trunk and get into the car before anyone showed up to see it. He drove as fast as the car could go down the road in the direction that the previous car had gone. Soon enough he saw skid marks from a car going to fast around several corners. Figuring this was the track of the one he was following. He simply followed the skids. They led him to the airport, he eagerly grabbed his suitcase and took out his cell, as he ran into the lobby. As he ran into the ticketing area he sent a beeper message to his boss telling him he might be leaving the country. He couldn't tell who has driven the car as it had been going quite over the speed limit. So he looked for anyone running or in a big hurry anywhere. He had almost given up when he noticed a man and girl in the front of the ticket line. They weren?t moving much and seemed to be in some sort of stale mate. 47 also saw that the girl was panting quite noticeably, and he knew she had obviously just stopped running. 47 caught a glimpse of something, it was metal seeing how it had flashed in his eyes when the light caught it right. Upon closer inspection, he realized it was a handgun, and this situation had gotten a lot more complicated. He instantly ran into the bathroom looking for some authority figure to suit. Luckily he found one, an airport security guard. He shot him quickly and took the uniform. In his hurry however he forgot to lock the door, so a man waiting for just a bit too long in the lobby had walked in. 47 dropped his handgun and briefcase and pulled out the fiberwire. He swung one handle around the mans neck and caught it in his other hand, then he turned and pulled the wire over his shoulder. forcing the man to be pulled away from the doorway and onto his back. The man soon stopped struggling and 47 dashed out of the bathroom. He took the keys off the guard belt and broke one off in the door, keeping it shut. Then he ran to the ticket booth as fast as possible. 47 was very good at controlling his breathing so it was relatively easy for him to hide his deep breaths. He saw that the two were still locked in silent combat. As the ticket clerk was fetching their tickets. Smiling to himself slightly he walked over to the pair of them and put his hands on each of their shoulders. He looked at the ticket clerk and said "Don't worry I just need these two for a moment. Please excuse the interruption." 47 then pulled them by the shoulders to the lobby and asked the two of them. "Who exactly are you? Neither of you have very much respect for the law I see." Hiro considered shooting the guard, but 47 seemed to be standing in just such a way that if he did. About 30 to 40 people would see it and panic. Using desert eagles, he definitely didn't have enough ammo to take care of everyone who saw the first shot.

By the time 47 was done he had a total of 5 masterpieces. Each of which were perfect to the finest detail. And works of genius. [list] [*][I]Pistol:[/I] His Silverballer, it has the Following customizations: A built in silencer, a laser sight, a red dot sight(minor scope), subsonic low calibre ammo, extended and double wide clip. [*][I]Shotgun:[/I] His custom shotgun is of his own design, it's somewhat a combo of the existing DAO-12 and Pancor Jackhammer shotguns. It has a laser sight, a red dot sight, a custom built drum magazine, various custom made rounds, a screw on and built in silencer, and a butt stock. [*][I]Assault Rifle:[/I] 47 has excessively customized an M4 carbine with a drum magazine. a screw on silencer, a medium range scope, a laser sight, an extra pistol grip, armour piercing ammo, and a grenade launcher loaded with a stun grenade. [*][I]Sub-machinegun:[/I] This is a minutely changed H&K MP5, 47 has added a medium range scope, a screw on silencer, low velocity ammo, a double wide extended clip, and a laser sight. [*][I]Sniper Rifle:[/I] This is 47's custom walther WA2000 he's added a long range scope, a screw on silencer, low velocity ammo, and a double wide extended clip. [/list] Shortly after completing the final one, 47 got a message to hide the guns and hide from sight, he took several briefcases to a back room in the warehouse behind a secret door, and he his there, just laying on a bed in complete silence.

47 took a few minutes to assemble his assault rifle, then he walked out of the office. A few guards took notice of his enhanced firearms and asked "Hey dude, why can't we have guns like that, we work just as hard as you. But you get the promotion?! What the fuck is that?!" 47 just decided to agree to save casualties "I've been working overtime a lot lately, maybe this is related to that." he said holding up the rifle. "Yah whatever, this is fucked!" said another guard as they both stormed off. 47 looked at a small map of the factory, he was supplied with in the suitcase. Upon finding where the financial workers would be 47 dropped the map and walked down to the second floor. He walked into a large room full of cubicles. 47 knew the low velocity rounds wouldn't break through everything he wanted them to. He kneeled down and opened his suitcase, then he took out a clip full of magnum ammunition. He loaded the rifle and stood up again. The magnum rounds flew harder and faster, they would easily pierce the cubical walls. "Who here is a financial worker for Steven?" 47 asked loudly but calmly. Then a short man in a grey suit walked up next to him. "Are you stupid this room is where the financial people work, everyone here is completely advised about Stevens monetary affairs." "I understand, thank you for your assistance." 47 replied holding up his rifle. He fired one shot silently into the mans head then continued by fired a line across the room. Shooting through every cubical. There were only a few survivors. And 47 took them out, as well. He walked around the cubicles shooting any living workers in the head. By then almost all of the guards ran in. 47 hid in a cubical and changed back into his suit, which closely resembled that of the ones just shot. And hid his rifle once again in a briefcase. He ran out of the room trying to act as emotional as possible. Saying "I'm getting out of here it's too dangerous, I'm never coming here again!" But by the time 47 was out side his act was over, he stopped running and he took out his cell. 47 beeped his superior telling his the job was done. and the money transaction was secure. Then he walked back to the warehouse. He reloaded all of his guns and, to kill time, began making new guns with other customizations.

47 had made his rifle in such a way that he could take it apart when he needed to, he did so and put the pieces in a suitcase. He took his new baller and put it in his usual holster just within his suit. Then he walked out of the ware house. He walked to a street corner where an arranged ride was waiting disguised as a cab. He stepped in and said "I need to take care of some fireworks." The driver responded with "Yes, the fireworks have been dangerous" and the cab drove off. It stopped just outside a large factory, inside there was a huge weapon production line, making rifles, pistols, and shotguns of every make and kind. 47 walked to the security quarters and found there, a single guard, watching TV on a small portable television set. 47 stuck up behind him after locking the door then placed his hands on the guards chin and the side of his head. 47 pushed in opposite directions and the mans neck cracked grotesquely as he died. 47 looked around and soon found a closet full of security uniforms. He found one that would fit him and he put it on, then he walked out of the guards quarters and found a staircase. He proceeded to the second then third, and finally forth. He found Stevens office and walked in. Steven looked him up and down and eventually greeted him with "I don't recognize you, you must be one of the new ones.". "Yes, I just got employed" 47 replied. He looked around the room and saw Stevens wife, Samantha. Steven told her about everything, surely she knew about the money transaction. He also saw two more guards, they were patrolling in and out of the room so they weren't really a problem. 47 waited for the guards to leave. Steven was looking over a small balcony over his factory, and Samantha was looking at Steven. This meant no one was paying too much attention to 47, a lethal mistake, many have made before. 47 drew out his Baller and fired one shot into Samantha's head, she barely moved since she was already sitting, and Steven didn't turn around. 47 then walked next to Steven and asked "Why do you give your customers bad goods?" "How would you know about that??" Steven asked back angrily. "Do you give refunds for those who ask??" Steven knew something was wrong as he turned around saying "Only my financial workers know that info, them and my--MY WIFE". Stevens voice changed drastically as he saw his dear Samantha dead behind him. "That's all I needed to know. Thank you for your co-operation." 47 said as he aimed the silver baller at the back of Stevens head. As he fired the guards stormed in, hearing Steven's scream about his wife. They both drew hand guns, but 47 shot them before they got any shots off to alarm the factory further. He dragged all of the bodies to the center of the room and moved Stevens desk as well to conceal them. 47 then walked out of Stevens office to find and destroy his financial workers. So he could get the bonus money.

*ring, ring* 47 took a cell phone with his logo on it, out of his pocket. He opened the phone looked at the caller info and the number calling and flipped his phone closed. Then he made his way to the briefcase next to a dumpster. He opened in and took out a file folder and the small black device, he plugged the device into his laptop as he stood reading the file. To let files upload to the laptop. His next target was one working with his last kill, a very close business partner to Frank. His Name was Steven Yorzenov, a young successful business man dash arms dealer working just under Frank. When Frank was taken out of the picture, drug dealers tried to take over the transportation part of his dealings, but they were beaten to it by Steven. They wish to have it for themselves and 47's superior himself wants Steven dead. There was also something about extra money 47 and his company could obtain if they took out other targets close to Steven. Once done reading, 47 threw the folder into the dumpster along with the black device, after unplugging it. Then he read new files about the safe house his boss had set up and weapons there for 47 to restock with. 47 went to the warehouse and began looking through the weapons and weapon parts, making new intricate arms he could use on this mission. His first creation was a new silverballer. He completely took his normal baller apart and laid out a large assortment of parts. His final product was a baller with an extended slide, built in silencer in the barrel, extended double capacity clip, a laser sight, and a minor scope. Of coarse he also kept his rapid fore modification intact. Next he built an assault rifle, it was an m4 carbine, with a medium range scope, a drum magazine, extra pistol grip, double size magazine, and screw on silencer, all topped off with low velocity ammunition. 47 had a knack for making arms, and he would need some special guns for this mission.

47 walked along the street and got a call on his cell, he didn't answer he just looked at the number and the caller info and closed his phone. He then made it to another bus stop. And noticed a briefcase with his logo on it. He sat down on a nearby bench and read the documents inside the case, then he closed it and threw it in a trash can while he walked away. 47's job to kill Mistuki was called off, but a new hit was assigned in New Jersey. He got to the airport and asked the counter attendant for any reservations made under the name Mr. Byrd. The attendant cheerfully smiled and escorted him to a private jet awaiting him in the runway. As 47 flew to New jersey he used his laptop to study up on his next target a little. it was a Mr. Frank Robson.The owner of an overly successful trucking company that's been using it's resources to transport illegal arms through boarders. Some higher up drug dealers in the area have been getting bad or undersized product from his companies. And they wish for that type of transportation to go under new management. He arrived in New Jersey in the late afternoon and decided to take out Frank immediately. He travelled to Franks main base of operations, a rather large truck stop, conveniently close to the airport. 47 walked in disguised as a trucker and asked for Frank, for he needed to give him some cash from a recent buy out. Some tough looking truckers brought 47 up three floors to a hidden penthouse owned souly by Frank. They wouldn't leave then alone together, so naturally the second Frank left for some air, 47 quickly and quietly disposed of the guards, with his silverballer, and dragged the bodies to the closet. Then once Frank returned, 47 hid behind the door. Frank ran to the center of the room and was shocked by the blood all over the floor. Before he could call for more guards however, 47 jabbed him in the neck from behind with a needle. Frank fell to the ground in almost an instant, and 47 threw his body out the window, since there were so many drugs in Frank's system already. There was no way someone could tell he was poisoned. When everyone in the area ran out side to look at the fallen body. 47 quietly snuck out a side exit and changed into his suit, before sending a beeper message to his superior telling him that the job was done. And that he needed a place to stay tonight.

47 looked at his overly expensive sapphire studded watch, he didn't want to take a plane all night so he needed a place to sleep. But first, his hit. He had one hit in this town to take care of while he was here. He took out a piece of paper and stroked off the name 'Stan Salaxo' and looked down the list. 'Mitsuki' Apparently working in a convenience store on the other side of town. He walked to a bus stop and got on the next bus there. He rode down to the general area of Mitsuki's store, and walked the rest of the way. After a few minutes he was there, he strolled in casually and flipped through a magazine. Then he took out a picture from his pocket and compared it to the clerk in the store, not Mitsuki. His boss was the only one there. 47 walked over to the counter and asked where Mitsuki was. "Why? You his boyfriend?" Asked Mitsuki's boss in reply. "No, never mind can I apply for a job?" 47 asked. "No I have all the workers I need." said Mitsuki's boss. Then 47 went back to searching for Mitsuki. "ok, tell Mitsuki that Mr. Julio was looking for him." 47 told him in his usual unemotional steely voice. "Yah whatever, lemme right that down." replied Mitsuki's boss looking for some paper "OK 'Julio' how do you spell that J, U,--" The clerk was interrupted by three bullets shattering his spine. "I think this will send the message just fine." 47 said as he walked away and reholstered his silverballer. Mitsuki's boss was on the floor surrounded by blood, 47 had flipped the "come in we're open/ sorry, we're closed" sign, so no one would find the body to soon. Next to the body a small piece of paper lied soaked in the blood of the corpse "Dear Mitsuki whenever you decide to come in, a man was looking for you, his name is Mr. Ju" The note stops half way through the fake name 47 gave.

A man walks down the street, he has a newly pressed suit and a nice tie. He seems to be in a hurry, he's also holding a briefcase that says "Lockland law inc." on it. He walks into a large court house. He is sweating quite a bit, clearly nervous, as he heads to the bathroom to wash up. He goes into the bathroom over to the sink and washes his face a few times. Then as he goes to walk out a small silver cord falls around his neck. Within seconds the cord tightens and the man begins to struggle. He flails and waves his arms franticly. As he tries to get free everything begins getting dark. He catches a glimpse in the mirror of his attacker. It's another man, slightly taller than the first with no hair and a look of indifference in his eyes. The man falls to his death, and 47 stands before his dead body. 47 has killed many times before, he drags the body into a stall and locks the door from the inside. Then he changes into a suit identical to the lawyers, and walks out of the bathroom as if nothing happened. 47 then proceeds to the waiting room and asks his 'client' to follow him. Unfortunately the client follows. The client himself is a short man with short blonde hair and a raggedy suit. His name is Stan Salaxo, he witnessed a murder and 47's employer would rather he didn't testify to against the killer. 47 lead Stan to the bathroom where he had killed the first, the actual lawyer. Then asks him to look into an empty stall. When he does 47 takes out a small hand gun, his trusty over customized silverballer and asks Stan to look closer. Stan tries and says "Hey man, I can't see anything , maybe--" he was cut off by a nearly silent shot from the baller. The bullet fired through the brainstem and Stan?s lifeless body falls onto the toilet. 47 casually changes back into his original suit and closes the second stall door. He sits on a bench and opens a small laptop, then he sends an email saying the target was eliminated and read an email for his latest job. Then he stood up and began walking towards the local airport, while counting through several bills. Checking to see how many tickets he can buy without getting more cash.

[B]Name:[/B] N/A [B]Alias: [/B] He has many, some include: Flech Fisher, Mr. Julio, Mr. Byrd, Mr. Johnson, Jacob Leiter and Dr. Cropes his most common when not is public situations is simply 47. [B]Age:[/B] 30 [B]Description:[/B] 47 is completely bald. No hair grows on his head. The only visible sign of hair on his body are his eyebrows, which are brown. A barcode tattoo is prominently displayed on the back of his head(640509-040147). 47 also has rather piercing, blue eyes. His facial features are quite imposing, with a long face, large cheekbones, prominent brow, and recessed forehead. 47 is also taller than average, although not exceptionally so, roughly 6'4". On his missions, 47 almost always shines in a well-tailored, silk-lined black suit of Italian make, with a red tie and white shirt underneath. With this suit he wears a pair of black leather gloves. [B]Weapon(s): [/B] -[I]Hypodermic Syringe[/I]: Contains a mixture of Sodium Pentothal, Pavulon and Potassium chloride, when mixed together they form a concoction which can kill within 7-10 seconds. -[I]The Fiber Wire[/I]: A synthetic cord attached to two handles that is used for strangulation. -[I]The Silverballer:[/I] The Silverballer is a semi-automatic .45 caliber handgun. 47 has extensively customised the Baller, attaching silencers, scopes, laser sights, and other upgrades to improve performance. It is also possible to modify it with an extended magazine and full-auto modification, essentially converting it into a machine pistol. [B]Location:[/B] currently New York, but he travels alot. [B]Bio:[/B] N/A

Al raised an eyebrow then said "When you were staying where Kali?" Ragnor sighed and Kali looked away. "Oh and a correction. Ragnor by buddy, I care about innocence. If I found a guy who kills or steals, human or not you could eat 'im whole." Al grinned "But I won't just stand by and let you killanyone if they don't desurve it. If there's one guy who deserves destruction it's the prince himself, that's why I'm here." Al looked to the ground worriedly. that's the first time anyone had seen him unhappy in anyway.

The Al's all disappeared "I want to play." Al's words echoed through the area. But he was nowhere in sight. Al apeared infront of her again, with a smile. "Come get me." he said calmly. Kali's wings flapped loudly and she flew forwords. She tore through Al and he fell to the ground, blood everywhere. "heh I thought you weren't gunna kill me.." Al said from the ground. Kali felt slightly saddened. "No Al I didn't mean to.." she said to herself defencivly. "HA, I dunno why I was afraid. Tere's no way you can get anywhere near me." Al said clearly from behind her. "WHAT?!" Kali screamed ,enraged. "I can make you suffer just as much." Al continued with a twisted grin. Then rgnor walked out from around a corner."Hey sensai!" Al said in Kali's voice. Kali looked over screaming "Hey what the..?!?" Then Al threw a dagger into Ragnor's throat. He fell to the ground maoning in pain. Then with the last oince of his strength, he looked over to kali and asked "K-Kali how could you...?" Finally he vanished and Al's laughter could be heard once more. "Stop it!" Kali exclaimed. Slashing at Al again futally. "You can't beat me Kali." Al said from behind her again. "I'll just keep taunting you. It'll get boring soon." He said mockingly. "So if you have anything interesting left to do, please show me." He concluded shaking his head and shrugging sadly.

The Al's all threw their daggers, and caught the dagers of the Al's opposite them. Creating a storm of daggers. Slashing Kali all over. "Had enough yet?" Al stopped throwing daggers, to hear an answer. "not even close" Kali replied dashing for one of the Al's as her wounds healed quickly. The Al vanished into dust as Kali's claw's struck it. The Al's giggles in unison as one spoke. "You didn't think it would be me on the first trydid you??" She assumed that the only Al talking was the real Al so she attacked that one next, unfortnetly that Al also vanished into dust. "Show yourself gnome!" Kali exacaimed in anger. "No!" the Al's replied "Iif you wanna hit me you hafta work for it." Then the Al's began running all around Kali it was hard, even for her eyes, to keep track of any specific one. Then one used his quick-razor on Kali's right kalf muscle. She dropped to one knee in pain but stood up as it healed over in seconds. Al laughed out loud "What's so funny?!" Kali demanded. "Well you're healing so I can't leave a pmarke on your skin, and I wouldn't dare kill you. But your clothes don't heal, so at this rate you'll be naked in no time!!" Al laughed louder. Kali got frustrated again noticing the gash on her kalf was healed but there was still a cut in the cloth almost all the way around her leg. "Damn you gnome if you wreck my outfit I will kill you." Al got a little frightened as he could not tell if she was joking or not.

Al saw Kali jump out of the corner of his eye. "No! Not on my watch!" He said to himself knowing where she was headed. He turned to Ragnor and said sorrowfully "We'll hafta hold off our prank for another night. I'll be back shortly." He focussed his energy and created a double of himself 20 yards away. And by conferring his conciousness from double to double. He followed Kali.Soon enough he was standing next to a girl. "She wants you?!" Al asked jokingly, but his sudden appearence from nowhere scared the girl to much to answer. "Listen you gotta get out of here!" He exclaimed, but the girl just stood in shock. "Gah!! Move!!" He snapped his fingers and a large dragon-like creature apeared beside him, showing it's grusome fangs and roaring terribly loud. The girl screamed, which just wet Kali's appetite mere seconds away. Al faked a scream badly and said "Oh gosh we hafta run as fast as we can!!" in a badly acted, scared voice. The girl ran and as soon as she was out of sight Al dispelled the creature into nothingness. And Kali landed next to him. "Al what are you doing here!?" She asked in amazment. "You were going to kill that girl! I know you were!" Al replied convictingly. "You know there's blood in the house specificly for you!" "I won't let you kill an innocent human as long as I have the power to stop you!" Al continued, also taking a dagger from his wrist sheath. "Go back to the house, or I'll carry you back myself." As he spoke more of him appeared. Al had a tendency to use more powerful illusions when he got emotional. And this time he was mad at the very idea she would kill without reason. He split himself as he normally did, but this time there were at least ten of him, maybe more. All surrounding Kali in a circle pattern.

OCC Hey I've been in with Terror Town since the beginning, here's the latest chapter It had been only a few days since the group arrived in heaven. There God himself stood looking over his kingdom of salvation. But there was unrest in the kingdom, a scream was heard in the distance. A body fell to the ground, large blood soaked white wings came from the back of the being. God was there in an instant. "I thought this would get you out of hiding." saids Ame in a cruel tone. "I'll finally get revenge for what you did to her.". A single tear rolled down his cheek as he gripped a red dagger in his hand. "What are you talking about my boy?" God said cheerfully, yet worried. "You bastard! you don't even remember the girl you damned!" Ame exclaimed. "She prayed to you and you left her to Satan!!" he continued. "My dear angel, I'm sure I have no idea what you're talking about." God replied placing a hand on Ame's shoulder. "You'll remember me." Ame said smiling grimly "Everyone will remember me." Ame grabbed Gods hand and drove the red dagger into him forehead. God, the almighty was slain. Soon afterwards a large hole in the ground ripped open. Baal walked through and shook a little. He then changed into a being like no other, the skull grew flesh and hair. is bony figure developed the resemblance of a body. And a new Baal was born. A new age of hell and suffering had began. There would be no happy ending, just survival and damnation. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ OK, here's the deal. Ame killed god and is now ,with the help of Baal, taking over heaven to create a new purgatory. The goal is to destroy the remaining angels and take over completely. Maybe they'll succeed or maybe the angels will rebel and fight back...you decide! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sign up sheet: Name: (something pronounceable please) Age: (since there will be angels in heaven for a while this can be anything over 15) Appearance: (pic or description please) Personality: (pretty much anything) Weapons: (Any you can think of, preferably something non futuristic) Magic: (Anything you like, can also be derived from an item) Here's mine: Name: Baal Age: Unknown (multiple mellenia) Gender: Presumebly male Appearance: since going into heaven Baal has taken a more human appearence, he now sports green hair and a green beard, with skulls hanging at the bottem. And his traditional cloak is now more of a steel rusted by blood colour. Bio:Once Ame had killed god Baal's power was strong enough to allow him to break into heaven himself. He's since, been killing off all the angels. Heavens last line of defence, although there are some that have more strength than others. Perhaps they are the only ones that have a chance of stopping him. Weapon: His sythe, since the entrance to heaven he has gained more power, making his sythe change accordingly. It is now made from the fires of hell itself. Magic: He has lots of powerful destructive magic. Each of his spells are usually accompanied with a burst or streak of bright red fire.

OCC:Clever very clever. FEAR THE NEW BAAL'S POWER!!!! Name: Baal Age: Unknown (multiple mellenia) Gender: Presumebly male Appearance: since going into heaven Baal has taken a more human appearence, he now sports green hair and a green beard, with skulls hanging at the bottem. And his traditional cloak is now more of a steel rusted by blood colour. [IMG]http://www.wizards.com/dnd/images/dd_gallery/dd1/Nerull_p86.jpg[/IMG] Bio:Once Ame had killed god Baal's power was strong enough to allow him to break into heaven himself. He's since, been killing off all the angels. Heavens last line of defence, although there are some that have more strength than others. Perhaps they are the only ones that have a chance of stopping him. Weapon: He still has lots of destructive magic and his scythe. But with the gaining of power his sythe is now made from the fires of hell itself. Another note is that his red lightning is now streaks of bright red fire, and the red smoke accompanying his teleports is also now a burst of bright red flames.