RPG Black Zeitgeist

[Vicky]

[CENTER]“Power has been taken away from the people, and so the people make their own power… with guns and knives.”


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[B]Black Zeitgeist[/B]

[size=1][b]Jackman[/b] played by Vicky
[B]Adam Bloom 'Hood'[/b] played by DeLarge
[B]The Query[/b] played by Matt
[B]Rose Lynn Hayes 'the Doctor'[/b] played by DeathKnight
[B]Jess Teer 'Jester'[/b] played by Hebe
[B]Alex Tennant 'The Hand'[/b] played by P.J. McKrafty
[B]Creed[/b] played by Andrew
[B]The Endless[/B] played by the Protoss
[B]Alexander V. Eckhart 'Venat'[/b] played by Omega[/center][/size]

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[font=Tahoma][center]Introduction [Incomplete][/CENTER]

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[B][CENTER]Introduction[/B][/CENTER][/FONT]

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[size=1] [I]You can’t believe all the things I’ve done wrong in my life
Without even trying I lived on the edge of a knife
Well, I’ve played with fire but don’t want to get myself burnt
To thine own self be true so I think it’s time for a turn.[/I]

The colony was an ugly place full of shame and whores with no chance of redemption. It’s only hope for happiness was corrupt; it’s only kindness a bleak little hole in the clouds that came from a star that was slowly dying. What was the point of trying to save Hell? Jackman would never, ever understand why all these ‘kind hearted’ self-proclaimed heroes were suddenly appearing - they were just as bad as the demons they tried to stop. Of course, that only made things more interesting for Jackman. There wasn’t much point in playing games if you were always going to win.

It was indeed an ugly, shameful little place, old and dying. But it was beautiful when it cried.

Having lived there all their lives no one would cry at the state of their world – but having things suddenly snatched away from you, having a little bit of hope shot out in a second… now that made them cry. At some point, Jackman planned on making the entire city cry, then the colony, and then… maybe, they would [I]shut the fuck up[/I] complaining and blaming everything on the so-called ‘criminals’.

It was getting dark now. Jackman glanced up at the warehouse window and acknowledge the sun going behind the pillars of Dis. He ruffled his hair and looked back down at what he was making – a grey box, something he had found in the archives of a museum (that was shut down at the time, no surprise there) and was now attempting to build it with what little technology he had stolen.

He worked with a sharp knife screwing parts together and poking at the wires, a serious look in his eyes like he was planning something deadly and this was the greatest scheme ever. It wasn’t a grand scheme, really, the grey box would only give him access to basic coded doors and locks – it helped for warehouse heists and shop security systems.

Oh. He needed a number pad. He never thought to steal one of them…

He twisted the knife tip under his chin and hummed to himself. Now where was he going to find a number pad? He hadn’t robbed anything like that in awhile – in fact, he hadn’t actually stolen anything at [I]all[/I] in –

[B]“Jess!”[/B] he shouted, standing up from the crate and taking a look around. The only reply was his own hollow little echo, which was quite irritating to say the least.

He knew full well Jess had been putting her skills to good use. The chances of her robbing something [I]useful[/I] were quite slim, but he supposed it was worth a try.

There was a system in the warehouse. Jackman kept the things he didn’t want to share in crates on one side of the ‘house, and he supposed Jess felt obliged to do the same. The only difference was, Jackman wasn’t all too bothered about going through her stuff.

He put down his knife and stepped over a few boxes to the far left of the warehouse. He poked at some of the crates with the tip of his boot trying to identify which had been recently used until he came across one with the lid slightly ajar from too much crap packed into it. Delightful.

He pushed off the wooden lid and began rummaging through the loot – crap, crap, crap, a bundle of wires, more crap…

Well this was interesting and something he was looking for. He hadn’t seen one of these since his trip to the museum almost a year ago – a mobile telephone, or something like that. He sat on the floor and crossed his legs, prying at the phone with his fingernails. When that didn’t work he took out a pocketknife from his boot and jarred it into the plastic until the front flicked off. He grinned.

[B]“Hey J-Man, I – what are you doing?”[/B]

Jackman ignored her for a moment while he inspected the number pad. It was a little bit small, but he supposed it would have to do.

[B]“Where’d you get that?”[/B]

Jackman frowned and pointed to the box with his uncut nails. [B]“I suppose you do steal something useful, after all.”[/B]

Jess rubbed her temples in irritation but Jackman didn’t see.

[B]“This is for a more important cause. My cause, of course.”[/B]

He got up and moved past her without so much as a hug or a tap on the shoulder and back to his grey box. Jess followed for a little while behind him and stopped a few metres away while Jackman ignored her some more.

[B]“You know I might have needed that.”[/B]

[B]“No, you didn’t.”[/B]

[B]“Why do you think I stole it?”[/B]

Jackman’s mouth twisted into an ugly snarl as he slowly got annoyed with her backchat.

[B]“I’ll buy you a goldfish!”[/B]

Jackman slammed his fist down on the table and made Jess jump slightly. She shut up with a slight click of her tongue and Jackman continued jabbing the tip of his knife into the grey box, sweating under the mask, boarding the edge of a violent outburst.

Sometimes he hated how quiet it was in the warehouse. When Jess walked away to sort out the mess Jackman had made all he could hear were footsteps and his own shaky breath as he tired to ignore them. The walls squelched out the gross misfortunes of his life, a blank brown canvas that made his mind race when he looked at it. No, he didn’t like that. He needed to keep his mind entertained in case he slipped into his own little world of – well, whatever the fuck it was. Something wicked, anyway.

[B]“How good are you at robbing paint?”[/b] Jackman shouted across the room (a drastic change from snapping at her before).

[B]“What?”[/B]

[B]“Paint. Though it’s probably banned by the government.”[/B] Jackman rolled his eyes.

[B]“Actually, it is.”[/B] Jess looked over at him from where she was and couldn’t help but grin. [B]“The legal stuff ran out, you can only make that on Earth. They banned all the crap you can make here because it’s toxic.”[/B]

Jackman sneered between his teeth. [B]“So there [I]is[/I] something more than blood in that head of yours, girl.”[/B]

She didn’t reply to that.

[B]“Before you brain dies on me again – as it does oh so often – where would a paint factory have been located?”[/b]

[B]“…Neapolis?”[/B]

Jackman scratched under his mask. [B]“Hmm. Clever girl.”[/B] Of course, he already [I]knew[/I] the answer to what he asked, this was all just a little bit funny to him.

[B]“Well if we want we could go over next week and sea -”[/B]

[B]“Ha!”[/B] Jackman dropped his knife into the crate he was working on and pointed a finger at her. [B]“We? No, no, that’s not right at all. I have far too much to do next week than run around for paint all the way to fuckin’ Neapolis – I don’t even [I]like[/I] that place.”[/B] He stood up and stepped forward slightly with his hands behind his back, head slightly inclined like he was something better than everyone else. [B]“After we test this out a few times,”[/b] he tapped the grey box, mismatched and glued together roughly, [B]“I’ll send you off to get paint. How about that?”[/B]

Jess rolled her eyes. [B]“Is that before or after I get the goldfish?”[/B]

[B]“It’s before I slice your ears off with a blunt butter knife, [I]kid[/I].”[/B] He snarled the last word and watched Jess narrow her eyes at him but keep quiet. His voice was probably the only thing that gave people an idea to his emotion – a cold voice that spiked from sarcasm to hatred, slow and almost snarled most of the time.

He sat down over his grey box again and looked up at the window. Yeah, it was dark alright now. He would wait until the glue had dried on the edge of the grey box and – maybe – put on his nice voice and ask Jess to join him for a test-run of the box. He needed someone to pick the lock if it didn’t work, anyway.[/SIZE]

[DeLarge]

[SIZE=1]Police sirens wailed and engines droned as the black-clothed figure ran and leapt across the rooftops of Neapolis. Spotlights tracked across the buildings, trying to spot the fast-moving figure.

He ran at full pelt towards the edge of the building, and leapt over the chasm between that building and the next one, landing hard and rolling to keep his speed up. Looking up, he heard a helicopter, and looked up to see the police-issue chopper soaring above him. He was beginning to wish he'd been a little more subtle about his most recent hit. Marcone's man had been flanked by more security than usual, and he'd had to change his plans at the very last minute. It had been messier than he liked, but he had to roll with it.

Marcone's man had gone down, but his security detail had phoned in support from any cops they could lean on. They had money and blackmail behind many cops in the city, and could call in heavy support when they needed to. They simply reported a high-profile murder, and SWAT teams, helicopters and half the cops in the city were out in force.

He took another leap, landing crouched on the next building, taking off again at a sprint, dodging between the chimneys and TV aerials that covered the roofs. Keeping his head down, he launched himself across the next gap, a much larger one than before, and only just managed to grab onto the fire escape, his gloved fingers clamping around the metal rail. He hauled himself up with some effort, and began running up the stairs back to the roof.

As he vaulted from the fire escape to the rooftop, he suddenly became acutely aware of the human presence on the roof. There was no police, strangely, but there were several large, grizzled-looking men with handguns now waiting for him. He swore silently to himself, and Marcone's thugs came walking towards him, the biggest one, apparently the leader, scratching his scraggly beard and speaking in his gravelly voice.

[B]"The famous Hood. You think you can do whatever you like in this city without consequences, but the joke's on you this time," [/B]he said, smiling, [B]"You never killed Grigori. We had a tip-off that you were out tonight and used a decoy, idiot." [/B]A man stepped out from behind the security detail, and he recognised him instantly as Grigori, one of Marcone's top men, dressed stylishly in a white suit, the collar of his black silk dress shirt open, revealing a hairy chest and a gold chain around his neck. His black hair was speckled with grey at the temples.

[B]"Who knew that this would be our chance to catch the infamous Hood," [/B]he said, his Russian accent thick, almost to the point of incomprehension, [B]"And we are not going to let this go quickly. You've caused us a great deal of stress, and you will be punished accordingly. Alexei, take his weapons."

[/B]The big bearded thug stepped over to Hood, and patted him down, ripping his jacket open to grab whatever weapons he had.

[B]"Grigori," [/B]he said nervously, [B]"He doesn't have any weapons."

"Not even his bow and arrows?" [/B]asked Grigori, turning back to face his man, [B]"But he never goes anywhere without them."

[/B]Suddenly, two arrows thudded into Grigori's chest. Other arrows flew into the chests, stomachs and heads of his security detail, including one in the eye of Alexei as he drew his gun. The entire group fell to the floor, bleeding out from arrow wounds.

[B]"You think I wouldn't use a decoy, idiot?" [/B]said the real Hood, three buildings away, his targeting reticle locked down over his left eye, his bow in his hand and his hood pulled up over his head, cloaking his face in shadow. Slinging his bow onto his back, he took off towards the edge of a the building and leapt off.
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[P.J. McKrafty]

[SIZE=2][COLOR=Navy][FONT=Arial]I looked down at his watch. I got off duty just an hour ago and have been waiting in line to cash my pay check since. Didn't even have time to change out of my uniform. The new automated system just made things more complicated if you asked me, but they say its safer. No clerks, just computers and holograms. Virtually unrobbable, but criminals still find a way.

Suddenly the front doors to the bank shot open and three men stormed in. All of them dressed like they were just on a battlefield and sporting the toys to match. The first one across the threshold let loose with a burst of automatic fire; which had everyone diving to the floor, screaming their heads off. They saw me before I could do anything. The second guy had me in his sights and started screaming profanity.

[B] "Don't you fucking move or I will splatter your head all over this fucking place!"[/B] he yelled as he started toward me.

The other two had taken of me but decided to let him deal with me and start in on the other patrons.

[B] "No one tries anything funny and everyone leaves alive. We want you all to empty your accounts and we will take what you can get."[/B] The third one said quite calmly pacing between civilians and periodically leveling his machine pistol at ones head making them scream.

[B] "You!"[/B] The second one screamed at me. [B]"Hand over your belt!"[/B]

I can already tell this guy is the weakest one, the other two have so far kept their cool where as this guy has been freaking out since he came inside. I complied and unfastened my belt and held it out. He came closer and stopped about four feet away from me. That is where he made his mistake. He let go of his rifle with his left and and motioned at me to throw it to him. I looked and thee other two were directing people over to terminals and were not paying attention. So I made my move.

I threw the belt as hard as i could. With all the gear on it it must weigh a good ten pounds. It hit him in the chest and set off his balance. I flung myself at him and grabbed the barrel of his gun. Pushing hard I made the stock hit him in the face. Blood sprayed from his nose from the hit and he fell to the ground.

I quickly spun the rifle around and fired two shots. It hit the third guy in the upper thigh and in the forearm making him drop his machine pistol. I wasn't quick enough for the first one. He grabbed up a woman and had his pistol on her temple by the time I had lined up my sights.
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"Why don't you just chill the fuck out there hero!"[/B] He yelled with his head ducked behind hers.

[B] "Let the woman go. We can talk this out."[/B] On cue the sirens from about a dozen cruisers came flooding into the bank after I said this. The bank must have some sort of automated alarm system.

He tensed up and pushed the gun harder against her head making her whimper. [B]"You called backup?"[/B] His voice cracked. He is starting to lose composure.

His partner I shot struggled to his feet while cradling his shot arm. I whipped my gun on him, but he just put his free hand up and sat back down, kicking the machine pistol away from himself. Good man. While I had my attention on him the first man threw the woman to the ground and made a run for the door.

I threw the rifle down and dove toward him. I caught him mid-waist and we both tumbled to the floor. I hit my head on landing and it threw me into a fog. He had the upper hand. I caught a right hook on the lip and my mouth started to fill with blood, so I used it. I spat in his face and shoved my knee into his groin. He tensed up and I delivered the final blow by head-butting him as hard as I could.

The rest of the experience was to muddy to make out but backup arrived and cleaned the place out. A medic got to look at me while they took the perpetrators away in stretchers. I might get a medal from the city for this whole thing. Whoop-dee-fucking-doo. But for today, i have work to do.
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[Orcus]

[SIZE="1"][INDENT][B]?I hate mob bosses. That?s all there is too it. Most of you are exactly the same- your suits, your fake accents, your macho attitude, and your misguided beliefs. There?s no difference- not in you nor the man that you hired me to kill. You rely solely on fear and loyal grunts- men who need you to fill their pockets so they didn?t starve. You?re almost right on one account; fear is a great motivator, and could get a man far, especially on this planet. You?re almost even right in trusting money. True, every man has a price. But you believe that if you find that price first, that pathetic wretch is yours forever. That he?d wait on your hand and foot if you keep providing him. Wrong. Essentially, you train your lapdogs to work for the highest bidder, or rather, to continue through with my metaphor, to run to whoever has the biggest piece of meat. That?s no way to create allies. What makes you think that bond would survive your dream? You think these men would ever follow you if you ever became the Black Zeitgeist? No. They?d kill you, in cold blood, taking the spot for themselves. They?d kill each other, matter of fact, until not-a-one was left, and the position was once again vacant. Does that seem worth it? Feeding these hungry mouths so they?ll keep chewing apart your competition- just to have them turn on you when you look more appetizing??[/B]

[B]?Granted, your men are loyal now- which is all you need. Maybe at one time you viewed them as family- but a man like you has to have realized that to get to the top, you?d need to sacrifice anything that kept you down; like minor petty criminals below you, or even selling out your personal, loyal bodyguards. In all honesty, that?s pretty clever, if I say so myself. Not much in the way of character, but you?re a criminal. And, a lesser one at that. Most of your henchmen are more decent humans then you. Why? They don?t only use fear, they know fear. They fear death. They fear jail. And they fear you. So they put in their all to avoid any of the above. They?ll even step on and destroy anyone beneath them, without a second thought, to protect their own hide. Not in greed, but in self-preservation. That?s not evil, that?s survival. This planet fights to survive, the people fight to survive- even my brother and I fight to survive. But you do not. And that is why?um?I?m sorry, what was your question??[/B] Alexander smiled sheepishly and rubbed the back of his head.

A room full of mobsters, angry mobsters, aiming guns at him, and he had spent the last 5 minutes monologuing? Well, at least he understood the appeal for villains now. A disgruntled mob boss dismounted his throne and drew his gun on Alexander.

[B]?It wasn?t no question. It was join us, or die.?[/B] Alexander winced slightly and retorted.

[B]?Hey, watch the double negatives friend. And to answer your ultimatum? Neither?? [/B]The mob boss laughed, and his henchmen laughed along with him. Alexander put on a puzzled look and glanced around. The only reason he even attempted to show any emotions anymore was because he was learning to manipulate his smile to show a decent range of emotions. Practice made perfect, right? But, back to the problem at hand; the angry mobsters with the guns. The mob boss spoke again.

[B]?Look, obviously you?re skilled. Probably more skilled than my best men. Which is why I?m making you this offer. Don?t be stupid- you couldn?t take us all.?[/B] He took a moment to look around, mimicking Alexander, then spoke again.

[B]?And seeing as your brother decided to skip out on this meeting, we?ll come after him next.?[/B] Alexander stared up at the ceiling and sighed, shoving his hands into his pockets. He spoke without looking at his employer.

[B]?And with our help? You?d eliminate all of the other gangs, criminals, villains, and vigilantes, and then rise to the position of The Black Zeitgeist, right??[/B] The gangster flashed a yellow, toothy grin in response. Alexander lowered his face back to the man?s eye level and shrugged.

[B]?Sorry, no can do. I?ve only met a handful of criminals who?d make a respectable Black Zeitgeist? And I think Drake would do a better job than you.?[/B] Angered, the mob boss spat back at him.

[B]?Who the fuck is Drake--?[/B] And with that sentence, faster than the eye could see, the portly man found himself at knife point. The other goons re-aimed their guns at the shadowed attacker. The assailant brought his face close to the mobster and whispered in a raspy voice into his ear.

[B]?Drake, you say? I watched a Drake die once? You wanna know how??[/B] The mobster screamed as The Endless stabbed him in the side. His henchmen steadied their guns to take care of the figure, but Alexander wasn?t just about to let them ruin his brother?s fun. He quickly drew his handguns out and picked off four of them quickly. The others turned to finish him off, just as Alexander had predicted, but were struck violently between the shoulder blades with knives before they had the chance to fire. Alexander quickly rolled into the shadows and took care of the goons on the top floor. He could hear his brother talking to the mob boss as he continued to torture him, telling him about how their sister was killed in the same fashion. He sighed and straightened himself out, walking casually over to him, just as his brothers was about to begin sawing off the man?s head. Alexander put his hand on his brother?s shoulder leaned close to him.

[B]?Drake.?[/B] He whispered it, but that was all he needed to do. The Endless was calm now. Alexander smiled down at the mob boss and shook his finger at him.

[B]?You see? You see what I mean? You just couldn?t cut it as top dog. Hard times aren?t enough to create a true super-villain anymore. Now, you need a touch of insanity. Luckily for us, we?ve got plenty.?[/B] Alexander turned on his heel and grabbed the money they were too be paid for the hit, then walked back over to the mangled man, aiming his gun at him.

[B]?Well, this goes without saying, but this is it for you. It was a pleasure doing business with you. And now, for the last order of business. Say it. Say his name again.?[/B] Alexander looked over to his brother and had to suppress a chuckle when he noticed he was wearing war paint. His brother?s serious expression only amused Alexander more. The mob boss, however, did not find the situation humorous. Being a bloody stump of a man at gun-point being forced to say the word that will undoubtedly bring him a slow, painful, horrible death was not, contrary to popular belief, the way most wanted to leave this world. He merely shook, speechless. Alexander smirked and shot him on what was left of his arm.

[B]?Say his name!?[/B] He then began to kick all of the man?s wounds, until, in sheer pain and agony, he screamed out.

[B]?Okay! Okay! Drake! Drake!! DRAKE!!!?[/B] The Endless closed his eyes and brought his knife back to the man?s throat. When he opened his eyes, his pupils had narrowed. He smiled and whispered to the man again.

[B]?Drake, you say??I watched a Drake die once.?[/B] Alexander walked off to the other gangsters and retrieved their weapons, whistling to himself to block out the blood drowned screams and his brother?s psychotic laughter.

[CENTER][U][I]At The Police Precinct?[/I][/U][/CENTER]

All of the policemen gathered around the odd bag on their doorstep, guns at the ready. The Commissoner stepped forward, casually sipping coffee, his gun still perched at his side. He picked the card off of the bag and looked it over. He grimaced slightly at first, disturbed by the randomly placed ?ha?s? written on the note with blood. He read the car aloud, as his men drew closer to the bag.

[B]?Dear Commissoner. I hope you?ll find this little gift as a peace offering between your men and my brother and I. We took the liberty of cleaning up to criminal bases for you- and we brought you their profits. Have a lovely afternoon. P.S. I apologize for the blood- my brother has a sick sense of humor. Yours truly, the Eckhart Brothers.?[/B] The commisoner scoffed and shoved the card into his pocket. He looked back over to the bag and dropped his coffee as he went to cover his mouth. A bloody, sawed off head rolled out as his men opened the bag- but the millions of dollars underneath it managed to settle his stomach.[/INDENT][/SIZE]

[Hebe]

[align=justify][SIZE=1][B]"He thinks he has control over me, doesn't he? That I'm willing to do [I]anything[/I] to please him..."[/B] She mumbled angrily to herself, as she ambled behind him like a dog to its owner. He paid no attention to her while they walked to their destination, it was almost cruel - they had been walking for hours to reach the warehouse.

[B]"Why do I stick this guy?"[/B] she thought. Then she remembered. She didn't have anyone else. She left them behind when they became dim and couldn't follow her detailed plans, her cunning intentions. Their ignorance bled. Half of them couldn't even string a sentence together, let alone do what she could. If only he would... -

She awoke from her daydream with a hard smack across the head from Jackman.

[B]"Stop your dithering you insolent fool! How the fuck do you think we're going to get the this damn warehouse if you're all the way back there, head in the clouds, with that bloody map?! The only daydreaming you should be doing is about me anyway. Damn women." [/B] His words hurt her. Cutting right into her heart- where only [I]he[/I] could hurt her.

When they arrived at the warehouse, Jackman was in his usual 'DIY' mood and pushed Jess aside. After what could only have been about a hour of strife and resistance, he needed her help.

[B]"Get over here, Jess!"[/B]

She wandered over to him, obedient as always. [B][I]"What?"[/I][/B]

As far as insane geniuses went Jackman wasn't too good at making things work. He was always breaking the computers, and ruining the devices he made for his missions out of pure anger. That's why he needed Jess around every once-in-a-while, when fucked things up and got too frustrated to fix them himself.

[B]"I need you to get this door open,"[/B] He said bluntly. [B]"Let's put those lock-picking skills to the test."[/B]

She grumpily reached into her back, and withdrew her device (which she always carried with her just in case) and began to pick the lock. [B]"This lock sure is a tough one!"[/B] She said as she grappled with the lock (Jackman rolled his eyes).

[B]"Just get on with it."[/B] He replied vacuously.

The lock clicked open, and Jess turned to Jackman and muttered, [B]"what are we looking for in this dump anyway?"[/B]

Jackman shooed her to one side and marched into the warehouse and threw his arms into the air like some sort of circus god and proclaimed -

[B]"CARS!"[/B][/size][/align]

[Darth Vectis]

[SIZE="1"]The darkness was the kind to the Endless, it cradled him in its cold embrace and he accepted it. He was doing what he knew would benefit his brother, he was remaining unseen, undetected by these poor excuses of people. These men, these criminals understood nothing of what it meant to be a true villain, what it took to survive in a world where even the kindness person was full of evil and malice for his fellow man. He reached into his pocket as his brother was lecturing the men on what it meant to be the best you could be. He pulled out a small container and then unscrewed the lid, he placed the lid under the container and then dipped his fingers into the black substance and took out a generous amount. He then glided his fingers across his face, starting from his noise and going across the left side of his face.

This war paint was just a new part of his current personality, he was in a mood of utter hatred and calculating menace that lurked in the darkness of this shady warehouse. He saw as the mod boss was speaking down to his brother, and how well his brother handled the situation. Endless knew what would of happened if he wasn't following a strict plan, one him and his brother concocted as they were coming to meet their current employer. He remembered clearly the wicked look his brother had when he had ideas, but, his brother kept the idea to himself. The Endless didn't mind, he knew his part was clear, he simply had to wait until his role brought up. He didn't know when it was, Alexander simply told him he would know when it was.

But, he trusted his brother so he would wait. He skulked the darkness, moving around them easily and smoothly. He killed several of the perimeter men, bringing them down with little noise. Maybe they made a small peep but nothing to draw attention. He listened intently as he murdered in cold blood, doing what came very easy to him. Many people in this city were still pure in the sense that they hadn't murdered, The Endless was miles and miles away from that innocence anymore. He had killed countless, he couldn't even remember all of them sometimes.

[B]?Sorry, no can do. I?ve only met a handful of criminals who?d make a respectable Black Zeitgeist? And I think Drake would do a better job than you.[/B]? His brother spoke his name, and he suddenly looked around. He was filled with wonder and worry, he didn't know where he was or what was going. He simply saw his brother and was about to go to him. Ready to weep in his arms has his brother simply took care of him as he always did. He look one step when something happened.
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?Who the fuck is Drake--?[/B] He heard his name, something he had forgotten so long ago. He instantly became something so wicked that it took only a moment for him to react, he had forgotten who he was and was someone new now. But still, he was always The Endless, that never left him alone, he would always be the same Endless. The dark abyss that swallowed up everything in its path, he was on the mob boss without any problem. His wicked smile was on his face, a chuckle trying to escape, he didn't let it, knowing it would turn into a chilling laugh. He had no time for such a laugh at this time, it would come later. After this man was dealt with properly. He leaned in to speak into his ear, his raspy voice escaping with wicked intentions spilling from his lips.

[B]"Drake, you say? I watched a Drake die once? You wanna know how??[/b] He stuck the man in the side, he was focused on this man alone, the world around him melting into obscurity. He was suddenly in his own world, and he had brought someone new to experience the pleasure of it. To anyone else, the insane nature of his little world was enough to make criminals lose their senses. The Endless made sure to speak to him slowly, cutting with every letter of every word, he delighted in every scream, every plea, every whine for mercy. He didn't understand the word, mercy was not something he ever permitted. He recanted the details of the night their sister was brutally murdered, of the rape she endured from under the fat greasy man.

He told the mob boss every every blow to his sister, he re-enacted every hit, every bash, every cut, every single injury inflicted on his poor sister. Or, rather, Drakes sister, this was not Drake Eckhart, this was a whole other monster. After he explained the whole mess,in disgusting way of glorified violence and brutality, he finally spoke of the death of Drake Eckhart. Still cutting away at the man as he explained in vicious detail of the sick things he did to Drake Eckhart, of the way he twisted and changed him into something impossible to recognize. Into something that could survive this horrible world, something that was stronger. He had a sickening smile on his face as he replaced his knife he had used to cut apart the man, and then pulled another out from under his trench coat. This one was a wicked looking blade, a saw like edge is what he enjoyed about this knife. He never left home without, he always did one of these execution on these kinds of jobs.

His cold blade touched the warm throat of this man, he was about to draw it across his throat and let his delicious and warm blood spill all over the warehouse floor. But, he heard a single word whispered into his ear and a gentle hand to reassure him that it was safe. He blinked and shook his head lightly, he had come back to the world around him and released the broken man. He held the knife loosely in his hand breathed slowly, he looked around in a serious manner. His expression cold and unfeeling, just the way he was on the inside. Nothing affected him anymore, he could hear the mumbling of his brother to the crime boss, but he listened to little of it. He let it all soak in, the blood that was on his knife, his hands, his clothes and the sheer ecstasy that flowed through him from the recollection of it all. He observed his brother turn and snatched up the money they were to be paid. He came back to the man, and was looking at his brother.

The Endless simply stared off, looking around, occasionally looking at the broken being laying on the floor in pain and in terror. He heard his brother speak of how being tough was not enough to be the best, the best required some insanity. The Endless thought about what that meant to him, it meant that you had to be willing to do whatever it required, being impaired in the mind was the only way to achieve this status. You need to be able to even withstand fear, fear was that killed lots of people. The Endless feared nothing, he felt nothing that would ever hinder him, he didn't even fear death. It was just another place for him to destroy, another place he couldn't wait to burn. When he heard the gun shot he came back from his own world, he looked as the man screamed and his brother kicked him.

[B]?Okay! Okay! Drake! Drake!! DRAKE!!!?[/B] He tightened his grip on his knife and pulled the man up. Snatching what hair the man had and made sure he was looking up at him. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, he let the breath escape and opened his eyes. They had narrowed and showed that distinct look of a mad man, a terrible smile spread across his face, he licked a little bit at the scar at the corner of his mouth. He placed the knife on the mans throat, he spoke in a new voice, this one was smooth but full of venomous intent.

[B]?Drake, you say??I watched a Drake die once.?[/B] He drew the blade across and the man did his best to scream as his blood spilled out. The Endless' laughter escaped this time, and it grew in moments, turning from a small chuckle to a hysterical and terrifying laugh. He cut away at the mans throat, doing as he had done several times before, his laughter perused as the cuts became deeper and deeper. He eventually reached his spinal cord, Endless released his knife, leaving it lodged in the mans throat. He grabbed his head with both hands and violently twisted, his neck snapped instantly. The Endless finished sawing the head off and held it by its hair, his laughter continued as he held the dripping head and the bloodied knifed.

[CENTER][U][I][B]Later that day[/B][/I][/U][/CENTER]

The Endless was fast asleep, this was the worst time for him, everyone, including his brother thought he slept so peacefully, this was not so. This was when it would hit him the worst, every memory every created, even false ones were slammed into him. He was indifferent to them all, he laughed at them all, he coward from them, he fought them, he destroyed them, he did everything to them. His personality was the most sporadic in his dreams. He shifted into a new person every moment, there was nothing but the Endless see of people. He was asleep in the passenger seat of their newly stolen car, or one they had purchased, he couldn't remember. He was sleeping quietly, still changing and fighting in his mind. Memories of countless murders, dealings, jobs, assassinations, drug deals and shipments, and whatever else came their way was shown to him. But, this time, new memories were presented to him.

These were of his childhood, when him and his brother would pretend to be super hero's, feeling they needed to save the world. He saw his mother telling him that he could change the world with such a kind heart and soul. The Endless could see into his brothers mind as well, his brother could do the same. He probably knew of the torment of his mind, maybe he was lucky enough not to know. But, he saw his mothers gentle face, and his fathers reassuring aura that made them feel good about themselves. He suddenly felt the car stop and woke suddenly, his eyes filled with a lost innocence and as if he was lost. He reached out, trying to find his only source of comfort.

[B]"Alexander, Alexander! Where are you? Where are we? Where are you?"[/B] He said frantically, using both hands to find his brother. He felt Alexander's hands grab his and then he felt his brothers arms cradle him. He weeped openly, his brother simply shushed him and had a smile on his face, whispering to him to be still. Alexander always took care of him when he was like this, made sure to reassure him that everything was ok. The Endless looked up after he was doing tearing.

"[B]We need to save these people, we have to help them. They will be lost without us, mother told me so. She told me we could save the city. Please, we need to save them."[/B] Alexander smiled and patted his brother on his back.

[B]"Of course we will save them, we will make sure they are all going to be ok. You just relax, we will save them all."[/B] The Endless smiled as he hugged his brother, he thought of all the good he was going to do. Of all the kind things he would do for these people, of how he would stop the terrible intentions of these awful people. His smile grew as the thoughts grew, as they became more pure and more awe inspiring. He let go of his brother ans relaxed in the chair, his brother kept driving and kept smiling. The Endless was smiling with him, but, even with the kindness in his voice and thoughts, you could still see the sick and destructive mind of a killer. The Endless knew nothing right now, he was simply lost in his ideology and future intentions of amazing deeds.[/SIZE]

[P.J. McKrafty]

[FONT=Arial][COLOR=Navy][SIZE=2][FONT=Arial]I walked through the common area of the station, where the officers were preparing to change shifts. A number of cliché praises were mentioned and a couple officers that were a bit wet behind the ears shook my hand and said that they hoped to see me in action some day. It?s nice, real nice; it?s the praise I sought to gain when I joined the force. It?s only fitting that I am preoccupied by my other duties to properly soak it up. Love that irony.

[/FONT][/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Arial][COLOR=Navy][SIZE=2][FONT=Arial]Commissioner Harris called me in and sounded beyond pissed off. He didn?t mention any details before hanging up. I pushed the door to his office open. He stood staring out his office window at the city. I cringed when I looked at what lay on his desk. A head half concealed by a bag and a stack of bloody hundreds lay strewn about the table top. The sight of the head alone made me want to throw up my past three meals.

[/FONT][/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Arial][COLOR=Navy][SIZE=2][FONT=Arial][B]?Sir you ??[/B]I was cut off by my own gagging. [B]?W-wanted to see me??[/B] I held my hand up my mouth to try and block the smell.

[/FONT][/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Arial][COLOR=Navy][SIZE=2][FONT=Arial]He remained silent for a moment just staring, and then he turned and met eyes with me. [B]?We need to fix this?[/B] he said waving his hand to the head.
[/FONT][/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Arial][COLOR=Navy][SIZE=2][FONT=Arial][B]?Sir, I don?t know what to say but, I don?t think he is going to make it.?[/B] I am glad the hand was there to hide my smile at my own comment. Harris didn?t seem to enjoy it as much as I did.

[/FONT][/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Arial][COLOR=Navy][SIZE=2][FONT=Arial][B]?These vigilante shits are making us look bad, I need you to look these guys up. The Eckhart Brothers, look for them, bring them in.?[/B] He sat down, his cold eyes staring daggers at me as he lit a cigarette.

[/FONT][/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Arial][COLOR=Navy][SIZE=2][FONT=Arial]I just nodded and left, I knew there was nothing I could say that wouldn?t dig me in deeper, besides there is work to do.

[/FONT][/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT][center][FONT=Arial][COLOR=Navy][SIZE=2][B][U][FONT=Arial]That night?[/FONT][/U][/B][/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Arial][COLOR=Navy][SIZE=2][B][U][FONT=Arial][/FONT][/U][/B][/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT][/center] [FONT=Arial][COLOR=Navy][SIZE=2][B][U][FONT=Arial]
[/FONT][/U][/B][/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Arial][COLOR=Navy][SIZE=2][FONT=Arial]I can?t tell you how many times I have gone to [I]Kitty Kat?s Klub[/I]. Not for the erotic dancing, the drinks, or the ?benefits you get for being a good tipper. No, I come here for sleaze that owns the place. Hu Meng, a tiny little prick that seems to have his ear to the ground as to what goes on in the underworld. If these brothers are decapitating crime lords, then Hu will know where I can look for them.

[/FONT][/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Arial][COLOR=Navy][SIZE=2][FONT=Arial]I stick mainly to the shadows, guy wearing a costume kind of draws a bit of attention if he walks down the sidewalk. The club comes into view and I know it right away. Decent sized place, bathed in pink lights from the neon he has strewn about the place, gives it that real smutty feel that you would expect a place like it to have. What you never expect is the people who go there. Business men, lawyers, politicians, any man with an out if control libido can be found stalking the locale at all hours of the day.

[/FONT][/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Arial][COLOR=Navy][SIZE=2][FONT=Arial]I made my way up the access ladder to the roof and waited at the back entrance for Hu to make his appearance. It didn?t take long for the bastard to make his cue. A short and portly man wearing a stained suit left through the back door with one of the clubs best girls in tow. They climbed into Hu?s car and I waited for a few moments so that I could catch him while he is? distracted.

[/FONT][/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Arial][COLOR=Navy][SIZE=2][FONT=Arial]I jumped down from the access ladder and crept up to the car. It rocked slightly as I checked the door. It was unlocked. I flung the door open and there he was seizuring on top of the now unconscious woman?s body. I grabbed the pig?s ankle and dragged him out of the car. Still in shock he didn?t start cursing until I was a good ten feet from the car. I stopped and let him up and let him get his clothing situated. When his pants were back up I caught his with a right hook sending him to the ground again.

[/FONT][/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Arial][COLOR=Navy][SIZE=2][FONT=Arial][B]?Hello Hu, I?m back,?[/B] I said cheerily as I wrapped my left hand around his throat and drew my pistol with my right. [B]?I need some information.?[/B]

[/FONT][/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Arial][COLOR=Navy][SIZE=2][FONT=Arial][B]?Fuck?s wrong with you??[/B] He replied, trying to fidget. [B]?What makes you think I am gonna answer your questions??[/B]

[/FONT][/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Arial][COLOR=Navy][SIZE=2][FONT=Arial]I drew back the hammer on the pistol and put the barrel on his forehead. [B]?Intuition.?[/B]

[/FONT][/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Arial][COLOR=Navy][SIZE=2][FONT=Arial]Hu replied by chuckling. [B]?You know how many times we have done this song and dance? I know you ain?t gonna kill me, so this threat ain?t working.?[/B]

[/FONT][/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Arial][COLOR=Navy][SIZE=2][FONT=Arial][B]?Your right,?[/B] I said pulling the gun up. A smirk grew under my mask. [B]?But this won?t kill you.?[/B] I moved the gun to his groin and his expression changed from confident back to the scared little pig face I was used to.

[/FONT][/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Arial][COLOR=Navy][SIZE=2][FONT=Arial][B]?What do you want??[/B] He screamed sweat not welling up on his forehead.

[/FONT][/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Arial][COLOR=Navy][SIZE=2][FONT=Arial][B]?Anything you know about the Eckhart Brothers, and mind you, I am not feeling very patient tonight.?[/B]
[/FONT][/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Arial][COLOR=Navy][SIZE=2][FONT=Arial]Hu cringed as I pressed the barrel down harder on his groin. [B]?They have become a real pain in the ass for a lot of families around here. They don?t feel safe anymore.?[/B] I pressed down again. [B]?The have been seen around the Grainger Storage Facility in the Slums!?[/B]

[/FONT][/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Arial][COLOR=Navy][SIZE=2][FONT=Arial]I sat there for a second reading his face. I believe him. I let the hammer down and got up. Hu sighed with relief and instantly went to checking his face. After he decided there was minimal damage he started to get up. I gave him a good kick in the ribs and made my exit.

I need to wait out the Grainger Storage Facility to see if the Eckhart?s show up tonight.[/FONT][/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT]

[Doublehex]

He stood in the night, the dust illuminated streetlights revealing a shadow of his appearance. He was dressed in a long detective coat, the navy blue adapting very well to the dark scene of the city streets.

In the dark streets of Dis, a large gallery of characters walked. People modified to become animals, punk teenagers with half of their hair dyed colors none should ever boast. People were dressed in clown costumes, women baring their breasts. To be considered normal and to walk the streets this late into the night was an impossibility. Only the insane and the foolish were here.

Few gave head to the man with no face. He called himself the Query. Anyone in the police would give up their mothers just to know he was here. Good things these assorted individuals didn?t give a damn about anyone, including the cops.

He moved through the streets, his shoulders nudging away those that got in his way. He made his way towards the Big Rick Bar, an establishment as fine as the gruel found at the bottom of their jugs. It was a place where the lowlifes of Dis drank away their woes, wooed their women, and made use of their finer packages. The voices were so loud they were booming past the brick walls.

It was a great place for information. You just had to know how to make the right nudge. He entered the bar, pushing the door open. The heads turned towards the faceless man, and the voices choked to a whisper. The patrons were slowly having the time of their lives until The Query stepped in. Now, they were having their shallow experiences of hell, as they waited for him to choose his next scapegoat in order to extract information.

The Query made his way to the bar counter, passing by the fearful expressions. Some brave fool muttered dirtbag, but he was quickly silenced by his co-patrons. A punch in the head would do that to anyone.

Behind the counter stood Merry Jerry. He was a big man, with a shaved head and a beard that had outgrown its usefulness. His usually dark skin had converted to pail hue. Sweat dripped all over his face, and his lips stretched into a fake grin.

?Hello Merry Jerry.?

?Hey there Query,? his voice cracked. ?How are you?? He was on the burst of tears now. ?Oh, for the love of God, don?t kill anybody. [I]Please![/I] Last time, I almost went out of business.? He was barely audible now. ?God, please...?

The Query turned to the crowd, all of them breathless in anticipation. He passed by their rounded tables, most of them being properly balanced by a cement block or an old, dusty book. He turned his faceless look towards each of them, examining them. [I]Which would break first? Last?[/I] None had ever resisted his touch. His record was a minute. His longest was a week.

But none could escape his fingers. He knew how to make the pigs squeal. After all, he was the Query. He had questions, and these scum had answers. True, some of the answers were convoluted, but at worst they were hints. The best of them you just had to put in common sense, and all of the pieces would fall into place.

He laid eyes on a man with a face similar to a cardboard box ? large, angular, useful on the outside, but once you started at him, he was just a worm. If anything, he was just a useless man. He did not have the answers.

He passed by two tables, and stared at a man, thin and pale. Likely a drug dealer. His red hair was greasy, and he had tunnels under his eyes. His face was long, and angular. The Query approached him. His lips, once straight, were now dipped. They were shivering.

His gloved hands grabbed his collar and pulled him out of his seat. No one said anything. They stared at his face. They didn?t do a thing but stare. With his free hand he pulled out a kitchen knife. ?With this knife, I am going to slowly carve into this fine man?s face. It will be painful. Yesterday, a clown was found dead. He was dressed in his clown suit. He was found in the sewers. Semen was found in his butt hole. I want to know who did this? The room remained silent. ?No one? Very well.? He brought the knife to the man?s face, and dipped it just a bit. The edge cut into the man?s face, more paper cut than a wound.

He was whimpering like a girl. He squirmed, kicking at tables and moving his body. He just pinned him to a table. Glass shattered under his weight. The knife went in deeper this time, but it was nowhere close to touching bone. It still hurt like hell. The man was screaming bloody murder. The Query silenced him with a glove to the throat.

The knife was going deeper this time. The man?s eyes went wide with pain. They were begging for mercy.

The room remained silent. The knife went deeper. The pale men kicked and squirmed, despite his Adam?s apple being pushed ever deeper into his throat. A leg broke, and the table fell to the ground. The Query pinned his knee on the man?s gut, and got back to work.

?It was Mercis Harim!? A man, built like a bear, stood up. He was paler than a ghost. He was shivering.

The Query stood up. He slipped his bloody knife into his coat. He straightened it. ?Thank you.? He stepped over the shaking man. He quietly pushed the door ajar, and left the room as quiet as he came.

[Vicky]

[size=1]OOC: [Filler]

You weren't getting anywhere without transportation. If Jackman was going to actually get what he wanted, he figured he needed something to take him around and about. In truth, he had been planning on getting a car for some time now. He just wasn't sure where they kept them in Dis.

This was a storage place, or so Jackman had been told, for the most normal sets of wheels in the city. Jackman didn't want anything too fancy, because those kind of cars were easier to catch. When they entered the factory floor the lights flickered on above their heads, revealing lean cars lined up in rows. Jess fumbled with a panel to her side to keep the warehouse doors open and followed Jackman in suite, while he seemed far more preoccupied with his failed invention.

[B]"I think this needs fine tuning, don't you?"[/B] he asked in a murmur referring to the grey box. Jess didn't reply for a moment, looking around and not looking all too comfortable with this.

[B]"Won't we get caught? They'll check the registrations and -"[/B]

[B]"What, do you think I'm [i]stupid[/i]?"[/b] he spun around and pointed a finger at her accusingly, eyes narrowed. [B]"We're switching the fuckin' number plates, twit. Then we'll rough up the paint job a bit so it won't be brand new. Besides, I'm not going to leave it lying around."[/B]

Jess shrugged. [B]"You're the boss."[/B]

[B]"I am. Now be quiet and keep a look out over there."[/B] He waved his hand and knelt down beside one of the cars, taking a knife out of his pocket.

With careful precision and a fair bit of speed Jackman twisted the screws off a number plate on an average looking yellow number - a disgusting colour - and inspected the numbers on it. He then did the same to the front of the car and collected both the plates before waltzing out into the middle of the factory floor and taking in what was on offer with a chesire cat grin on his face.

Red. He liked red.

It only took him a few minutes to replace the plates. He threw the unused ones ontop of the car and pondered for a minute - where would they keep the keys?

[B]"J! Get down!"[/B]

Jackman's head swerved to the door Jess was guarding and noticed the handle was twisting. Both criminals darted behind a long black vehicle and peered from the bottom of the car, Jackman's heart racing with anticipation and excitement at the thought of what could [i]possibly[/i] happen next.

They saw a pair of shiny shoes emerge from the door, a clearly angry man who slammed the door behind him and took long, arrogant strides across the floor looking for the intruders. Jackman slide back slightly and pressed him palm against Jess' shoulder to indicate her to do the same, while taking out a long knife hidden in his cloak with his other hand.

Jackman quieted his breathing while the guard came closer. A twisted grin appeared on Jackman's face when he saw the guard's feet approach his position; he still had to careful, of course, since things rarely went according to plan.

As quickly as the thought of hurting this man came into his head Jackman was on his feet and vaulting over the car bonnet. Before the guard could react Jackman had his blade at his throat and his hand around his mouth, tip of his mask pressed into his neck, hot breath against his ear as he spoke.

[B]"Don't scream. God, don't scream, I got really sensitive ears."[/B] He told the man.

Jess stood up from behind the car and took out one of her guns to aim it at the man in case he tried anything drastic or stupid.

[B]"Now where you keep the keys for these pretty zero-pollution high-drive four-wheeled pieces of junk?"[/b] he whispered in the guards ear, brushing a strand of his blond hair out of his eyes with the edge of his knife.

The guard couldn't move, too afraid to do so, and instead shifted his eyes to the side. Jackman followed his gaze to a small room built in the corner, complete with a keypad for security.

[B]"Good boy."[/b]

He dragged the guard towards the door and waited for Jess to follow (guns were probably better than knives at these kind of threats). When facing the door Jackman leaned in closer to the guard and whispered against his ear again, choking back a laugh.

[B]"Enter the code. [i]Now.[/i]"[/B]

The guard raised a shaky hand and punched in the code. Jackman wasn't in the mood for patience so he pushed the guard into Jess who - like she knew best - threw a hand over his mouth and pressed her gun into the small of his back. Jackman looked for the make of the car he wanted and the colour, snapping up the keys and walking out.

[B]"Great. You coming, Jess?"[/b]

[B]"What about -"[/B]

Jackman's eyes rolled in the back of his mask and his blade, probably without his knowledge, dug into the guard's stomach. He coughed and spluttered blood into Jess' hand who had to buck back slightly to avoid the knife, a slight look of disgust on her face.

Withdrawing his knife Jackman threw it across the guard's throat with a flick of his wrist narrowly nicking Jess' hand. She let go with a cluck of her tongue at Jackman's nature and let the guard fall on his knees, still coughing and spluttering against the stray blood rising in his throat.

[B]"Run for it?"[/B] Jess asked looking down at the body.

[B]"Uhuh."[/B][/size]