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“Wow, Jing works pretty fast,” Calo said, still staring at the television screen; even though it was blank. Snapping out of his thoughts, Calo turned around to look at the bent and twisted metal he had left in his wake. He could still hear the screams of all those poor drivers, all they wanted to do was get back home. Calo had been so preoccupied with thoughts and plans that, he didn’t even remember what state he was in anymore. That is, until he walked a few steps and saw a newspaper stand. “One newspaper, please,” he asked the vendor kindly. The man gave it to him and asked for a dollar in return. Calo patted himself, jokingly looking for money. “I’m sorry, I must’ve left it in my other fig leaf.” He grinned as the man’s chubby little head popped off. He opened the blood specked newspaper and read: “The Illinois Chronicler.” “Illinois, huh?” Calo closed his eyes a moment, he was scanning the area for a certain beastly person. Suddenly, her burst out laughing. “How cute…” he muttered. In an instant, Calo was gone. He teleported right to Ajax’s location.
Ajax held Pain his arms, refusing to let her walk; to let go of her again. Harmony, walked behind them, feeling a bit like a third wheel. “I love you…” Ajax whispered into Pain’s ear, she blushed and wrinkled her nose in a fashion that caused Ajax to heat up as well. “Well, well, well ,what have we here?” Calo said as he floated on down in front of the trio. Ajax flashed his teeth in a dog-like manner. He practically threw Pain towards Harmony, “Hold her,” he said. Harmony grabbed Pain and pulled her back with her. “Now, now, I’m not going to hurt any of you. I’ve come to form a truce,” Calo was calm as he looked towards Ajax, whom was skeptical about the whole situation. “We villains need to stick together in this new world that’s forming, you know?” Ajax all the while, was looking towards Pain and Harmony through a third eye he had sprouted on his tail.
“How do I know you’re telling the truth?” Ajax asked, he was in a battle ready posture; hunched forward, ears pricked up, hair standing on end, claws at the ready. “Because if I wasn’t…” Calo giggled, “You’d already be dead…” Ajax wasn’t buying it. He shook his head and walked back towards Pain and Harmony. “No thanks.” Calo was no longer happy. “What do you mean ‘no?!’” Calo demanded, knocking a nearby car into a tree thanks to his telekinetic ability. “We’re not interested, thanks for the offer.” Ajax began to walk away from Calo, Pain in his arms and Harmony following close behind. “I don’t believe you heard me right! Truce! NOW.” Ajax stopped, this time, he gently set Pain on the ground. “I’m not liking your attitude.” Calo didn’t respond, he was too busy launching another car in Ajax’s direction.
Ajax’s arms suddenly grew larger, they became a mix of gorilla and elephant. He sent a punch straight for the car, and it split in half. Calo frowned at the fact that his ploy hadn’t worked. “My turn…” Ajax muttered. He bounced from the ground, onto a nearby wall, and began to run on all fours towards Calo; who was ripping out chunks of the wall in an attempt to stop him. Having reached the closest possible distance to Calo, Ajax jumped, launching himself towards his prey. His teeth grew larger, his mouth began to open wide and his claws extended; he would tear Calo to shreds. Calo, however, put up a shield of psychic energy around himself, causing Ajax to simply, bounce off. He wouldn’t give up, though. Again, with inhuman beastly strength; Ajax recovered and began to pound on the surface of Calo’s defenses. His shield took a massive beating, straining Calo’s concentration until he was no longer able to keep it up.
The punches hit Calo like a ton of bricks. Ajax’s smile was wild as he pounded on the man, hearing a crack, he stopped. Regaining his composure, there wasn’t much to regain, Ajax cleared his throat. “We’re not interested.” He ran off towards Pain, and scooped her up into his arms and ran off. Harmony followed, too, struggling a bit to keep up. “Hey! I can’t run at 70 MPH you know!” she shouted as Ajax broke a cheetah’s track record. Calo lay in a small crater, and stood up, unaffected by the small fracture in his leg. “I want somebody to hang out with, dammit!” he shouted as he floated off into the distance. In a sudden blink, he was gone; teleported off to parts unknown.
“Why didn’t you join up with Calo, hun?” Pain asked Ajax, staring up at him from his large muscular arms. “I don’t really like the guy, now, if he were Red, that’d be a different story.” Pain giggled and rested her head on his chest. “Hey! Can we rest a moment?!’ Harmony yelled, collapsing to the floor. Ajax giggled and sat down next to her, keeping Pain in his arms. She breathed heavily for a while but finally formed a question: “What’d you think about Jing’s declaration as our new ruler?” Pain was interested by the question, too. They both looked at Ajax, he thought for a moment. “Well, there’s no denying it happened. We just have to see what that leads to, if it favors us, then we won’t oppose it.” Harmony nodded, Pain too. Harmony shivered suddenly. “Woah! Is it just me, or did it suddenly get really cold…” Pain shrugged, she was nested in the warm embrace of her love, everything felt good. Ajax felt the same.
“Woah there!” said a man. Harmony looked up at the source of the cold; it was Shamal. He was sitting on a giant chair of ice, that was conveniently hovering over the ground. “Hey there ‘Jax!” he said, nodding. “Pain, Harmony may I say you’re both looking extremely bangable today,” He bowed his head slightly. Harmony giggled, Pain rolled her eyes, Ajax snarled. “It’s just jokes, calm down.” The chair suddenly melted, the water that it was formed from evaporating into the atmosphere. Shamal stood there for a moment before sitting down, he was facing all of them. “What do you want?” Ajax asked, a tone of anger in his voice; he was stating the fact that he was the alpha male. “I’d like to join your little group, if it’s not too much trouble.” Shamal smiled and batted his eyelashes overdramatically. Ajax began to form a growl in his chest, when Harmony spoke out. “Sure, why not?”
“Thank you…” Shamal said, sensually rubbing her knee, she slapped his hand. “I like ‘em feisty.” Pain rolled her eyes as she rubbed Ajax’s chest, calming him down a bit. “Fine! You can come, but, if you do anything I don’t like, you’re a goner.” Shamal chuckled. “Very well then, onward, shall we?” He had already formed another ice chair and was sitting comfortably a top it. Ajax stood up, Harmony followed. “Where to?” Shamal asked, hoping that hey had some sort of answer. They all shrugged in unison, they didn’t really have any sinister plans to fulfill, just as long as they were together. “Quite.” They all just walked and floated aimlessly through the streets.


She cackled as the man spat up blood after she dug her hands into his chest. “And you call yourself a man…” she whispered in his ear, he was already dead. With that last victim, she had taken control of the base; she had won. Her army had grown tremendously. Although it appeared small from the outside, the facility housed many soldiers, which all fell one by one at her and her fleet’s hands. She sat in what appeared to be a general’s office area; it was large and well furnished. The sultry woman leaned back in her leather seat, this was her base now, part of her kingdom. The clothes that her new host had been wearing were unbefitting for a queen, so now, she was simply wearing the black cloak that she had brought with her; nothing more.
She was in America, finally. It was time to start her reign, but how? It was quite obvious that she wasn’t the only powerful super entity, but she had already planned for that; she had everything thought out. “General…” she beckoned. A few seconds passed before the doors slammed open. At the door stood a rather tall, well-built man; clad in an army uniform. “Yes, my queen?” he said in a monotonous tone; this once powerful man was nothing but her pawn now, she always made sure the leader died the most painful deaths. She was the queen. “Good. I’d like for you and your men to go out on a little mission for me, yes?” She looked at the man with her honey brown eyes, they were calling out to him. He would do anything for her. “Yes m’am!” He beat his chest with his fist and bowed some more. “M’am? What a pity… You were beginning to grow on me.” A wave of her hand is all it took to dismantle the man entirely. His dead flesh and blood were sent splattering over the walls, she felt it gave the office a more ‘homey’ atmosphere.
Her patience was wearing a bit thin. “Lieutenant General!” she bellowed, scratching her nails against the desk. The man marched in, saluted, and went silent. “Congratulations, you have just been promoted.” She smiled a moment. The former general’s head began to float towards her, she removed the hat and the head fell; rolling away under some chair in the office. “Here you go…” She held out the hat for the man to receive. The zombie Lieutenant General quickly made his way towards his queen and took that hat. “Thank you, Queen! I will fulfill any tasks given to me with diligence and in your name!” He stood at attention, staring up and body rigid. “Well then, that’s more like it…” she muttered. “Now. I’d like for you to take a rather large army and storm the state, yes?” The man nodded, saluted, and left to fulfill his orders.
She turned around in her seat. Once this state is mine, I’ll move on from there. This was just a chess game to her. She was the queen; the most powerful piece. She was safe for now, comfortable in her seat of power. Standing up, she walked out of her office, and into the base; she wanted to admire her work a bit. Walking, barefoot through the halls and corridors she saw the battalion that would take the state, forming. She nodded at this and kept on walking. Just then, she felt a tingle in her arm. She lifted the sleeve of the dark cloak and saw that her skin had began to tear. She exhaled rather loudly; nothing would ruin her victory. Striding, she entered the weapons room. An unimaginable amount of death causing artillery and other machines littered the shelves. She inspected each weapon, she never really cared for them; she never had to use them. Everybody was dead before they got anywhere near her.
Caressing a gun here and there; she stopped suddenly. Before her, in a Plexiglas case, stood the most beautiful looking weapon she had ever seen. There was a small label on the glass that read: ‘SEP-TUR x10-261’ It was a long rod-like instrument, with a luminous red orb at the tip, the rest was a golden color. “GET ME A TECHNICIAN!” she yelled. Her voice carried despite her delicate appearance. A technician was beside her in an instant. “Yes, your most esteemed highness, your beauty knows no bounds, and you shine brighter than the most radiant star in the galaxy, nay, the universe! Also, I’d like to add that…” “Shut up!” The queen slapped him across the face, if he weren’t dead and his organ functions hadn’t ceased, he would have spilled a few tears. “Tell me! What is that gorgeous thing?” she couldn’t stop looking at it, it was meant for her!
The technician read the label: “It’s the SEP-TUR x10-261, your majesty.” She rolled her eyes, “I know that you imbecile! What does it do?!” The stupidity of her undead minions frightened her sometimes. The man tapped the glass and stared at it for a moment. “Well, it’s supposed to increase the energy output of the wielder…” The zombie dosed off a bit in its muddled thoughts. She was staring at it, rubbing up against the wall. “The government was secretly experimenting on radiation and energy, trying to create some kind of super soldier,” he looked at the weapon too, it was reflecting the light of the storage room. “But, the experiment failed, and this weapon was left here to gather dust.” She had heard enough, she wanted it; she always got what she wanted. “Go get me a Heavy,” she said, flailing her arm at the technician. The man ran as fast as a zombie could, dropping a piece of flesh on the way. Moments passed and loud footsteps resonated as a large undead bald man made his way besides his queen. “Yes my liege?” the man said in a low voice, he had a strange accent; probably Russian. “Break the wall down…” she took a few steps back as the large undead man processed her command.
The man cracked his knuckles. It would take a lot of strength to punch through a thick plastic layer, but his queen demanded it of him; it had to be done. Exhaling a yell, he sent his meaty fist, flying into the sheet of hard plastic. He broke through, leaving a rather large hole where his fist had hit. But, the bones in his arms had shattered, some even protruded through his skin. “Leave me now,” she commanded. The enormous bulk of a corpse slowly walked away, he felt no pain. Her eyes shone as she held the beautiful weapon in her hand. “My scepter.” She raised it into the air, concentrating her power into it. The orb at its tip began to glow, ribbons of black energy began to flow out of it. Her sinister laugh caused a few guns to fall of their shelves. “M-m-my queen…” said a timid voice. She turned around, her eyes were glowing. “What is it?” If the man weren’t dead, he would have emptied his bowels right there. “Th-Th-The fleet is ready.”
She grinned. “Good.” She held on tight to her new weapon, she had immense power now. Having left the weapon’s room, she looked down at her army from the fourth floor. “Peasants. I am your queen, and it is in my name that you shall take this state. You shall spare no one, everything shall be eliminated. They will all know my power.” She elegantly walked down the stairs and took her place at the head of her army. “You don’t expect me to walk, do you?” She tapped the floor with her scepter, the tip glowed a bit as five weak looking soldiers fell apart. Their clotted dead organs floated before her; they began to twist and connect until they formed a throne. She had the power to make that throne, created from the organs of her victims, float; but where was the fun in that? She pointed at four random undead soldiers. “Lift.” They lifted the throne up, she smiled. “Onward then.” The queen thrust her scepter forward and her armies began to march. Soon, the state would be hers. Then after, the country.




“So bored…” she muttered to herself while overlooking a large city. She was on the roof of an incredibly large skyscraper. Her red flaxen locks were tied in a braid which faintly swayed in the wind. She hadn’t realized how cold the day was until she had gotten to the top of the building; the breeze and all. As she sighed a small tuft of smoke was expelled from her nostrils. The blazing fire inside her warmed her up almost instantaneously. She had missed Jing’s broadcast so she wasn’t worried about the villain’s imminent conquering of the States. For her it had been a series of regular days, except for her transformation, of course. That was the complete opposite of normal. She thought of all these things as she fell. The immense gust that opposed her falling caused her clothes and hair to flap like crazy. The ground came closer, and closer until finally with an incredibly acrobatic flip that, thanks to her natural heightened senses and physical state, was landed perfectly and didn’t harm her one bit.
The surrounding pedestrians were too worried about something to take notice of the abnormal sight. “Hello MoD…” said a voice behind her. She turned around instantly, she couldn’t believe her eyes. It was Him. She gulped at the sight of Him. She wasn’t so oblivious to her surroundings that she wouldn’t speculate that others had transformed, too; but she had never expected to see Him first. “Yo MoD! What’s up, dude?!” She was still a bit in shock, her only response was a gulp. The Man stood there, cracking his neck a bit. “R-r-r-o…” she couldn’t finish his name. “Yup! That’s me!” He was at her side in an instant. “So MoD, what’ve you been up to?! Anything radical?” If it weren’t for his dark sunglasses you’d be able to tell he was looking at her. She took a deep breath, she didn’t know why she was so nervous; He was just another person, like her. “N-nothing, just bored really…” she mumbled. The Man looked around the nearby area, making sure nobody MoD and He knew was around. “You can be bored when you’re dead…” He said.
“Wha-?” she was cut off by a sudden lack of oxygen. She couldn’t breathe, and couldn’t build up the strength to send any form of attack towards Him. “Sorry MoD, it has to be this way…” He grinned as he concentrated on the airtight box of telekinetic energy he had formed around the poor meta woman. “W-w-w-hy?” she gasped for air, her arms flailing about, looking for a way out. Seeing as she was going to die, He decided to unveil his plan to her. “You meta humans are a plague on the human race, thus, you all need to be eradicated… DUDE!” His hippie persona was growing on him. It was all over for MoD, she would never get to do anything meaningful with her new gifts, never get the chance to use them for good; to protect humanity from any evils out there. The area was surprisingly empty, that was His doing. He was drilling the idea of evacuation into the minds of anyone near them.
He was surprised that MoD had lasted this long. “Come on, dude! Give it up!” He was sitting on the floor, and in true hippie fashion, pulled out his guitar and began to strum a nice tune. “WAR! What is it good for?! Absolutely nothing!” MoD could feel her eyes slowly starting to close, she had lost without even getting the chance to fight. That was when, she felt it. The side of her that she tried to keep hidden from the world. But, her defenses were weakened, the walls in her mind were starting to crumble, her other half was about to spring out. He turned His gaze to MoD, this wasn’t good. An aura of heat had begun to exude from her body. “N-n-no…” she gasped. He stood up and, with a single thought, sent MoD slamming against the building that she had jumped from. She flew clean through, but, she could breathe again. Gasping for breath as fast as she could, she could feel her defenses rising, the walls were being erected again.
A large portion of her strength having returned, she cracked her neck and turned to face Him. “You two-faced b*****d…” she said, her tone was full of disgust. At break-neck speed, MoD ran towards Him, ready to send an extra tough punch right at His face, it would break his skull. “Woah dude! Weren’t you listening to my song?!” MoD froze solid right in front of Him, He was restraining her; it was then that she realized how much she disliked psychics. “Come on, MoD! You like people as much as I do, right? You dying is what’s best for them!” He was in her face now, moving a strand of her red hair out from her face. “Don’t you touch me!” MoD yelled. The fire had reignited inside her, she was back at full power.
Inhaling suddenly, she sent a large blast of fire towards His face. He was too close to miss the attack completely, so, while he tried to dodge, a part of his face was burned. His hold on her was gone, and taking advantage of His temporary shock, she jumped into the air. From her side she pulled out a jet black pistol, a technological marvel. Aiming, she fired several rounds of laser energy bullets at him. He was still feeling his face, that abomination had besmirched his look. Outraged, he turned to look at MoD, the shots of energy were discarded, deviated into a car, which exploded on contact. He lifted his hands and all the inanimate objects near him began to circle around him. With a flick of his wrist, all those things went flying towards the woman, whom by this time had landed and taken cover. Cars, trees, trash cans, lamp posts, glass shards, and more were sent towards her. Just then, a sudden flash of light enveloped the whole area. He couldn’t sense MoD’s mind near him anymore. She was gone. He was shaking in anger, it was flowing through him. Everything he had sent as an attack crashed to the ground. In a swirl of emotions, he let out a yell of anger that shook the nearby buildings to their foundations. His research had been insufficient. This wouldn’t happen again.
MoD, however, was flying through a tunnel of pure light. Had the attack hit her? Was this a trick? Was she dead? The ideas cycled through her head as she was shot out of the passageway. There was nothing to soften her fall, seeing as all the old mushy trash had been gotten rid of by a certain crazed naturalist. She didn’t want to get up. She still couldn’t believe what had happened. A Man her character had thought of as good, was just a fake. “Umm…” said a nearby voice. MoD suddenly sprung into action. She pulled out her pistol and aimed right for the source of the incoherent noise. “Woah! It’s just me, Sparrow!” the woman said, pointing at herself. MoD wasn’t letting her guard down. “How’d I get here?” she asked, in a serious tone. Sparrow didn’t like the fact that she had a gun pointed at her head. “Well, mama brought you… Er. G.” It felt odd calling her mother by her name, isn’t it for all kids?
MoD was having her doubts, wouldn’t you? “Where are the others, then?” she asked. Sparrow slowly turned and pointed at the warehouse. “So… Let’s go?” she said, turning away from MoD and her pistol and nervously striding towards the warehouse doors. She could hear Sparrow saying ‘It’s MoD, Mama I think you’re gonna hafta talk to her…” MoD kept her pistol clutched tightly in her hand, any harsh movements towards her and the person’d be shot. She passed the threshold into the warehouse. She looked around and saw the others. Ying, WTF, Luna, Sparrow, and G. They all stared at MoD’s pistol warily. A small tear of joy formed, she knew that none of them would harm her. They were the good guys. She put away her weapon and ran towards G specifically and gave her a bone crushing hug. Luna, Sparrow, and Ying ‘Aww’d’ in unison; WTF secretly thought it was all so touching. G patted MoD’s back, “Nice to see ya!” G said to her.
MoD pulled away from the woman, whom she owed her life to; in a way. “You’re hurt!” Luna shrieked, having noticed a series of scrapes and scratches on MoD’s face and arms. “Yeah, I got into a fight before coming here…” WTF reacted to this immediately. “With who?! Was it Jing?!” Everyone exchanged worried glances. “N-no. Jing? What’s he up to?” Ying looked up at her from staring at the floor. “Didn’t you see the broadcast?” MoD shook her head. As they all filled her in on the horrible details, Ying worked on healing her ally’s wounds with some herbal remedies that were 100% effective. “Thanks Ying…” MoD said, referring to the healing; Ying nodded. “So, tell us, how’d this happen?” WTF asked, referring to the wounds. “Well…” MoD felt uncomfortable, she didn’t want to remember the betrayal she felt. “Rosso attacked me.” G covered her mouth with her hand, Ying’s eyes opened wide, Luna gasped, Sparrow cuddled close to Luna, WTF remained silent. The world was going to Hell in a hand basket.



“So here’s the plan…” said Neil to the group of rebellious youth that had gathered. “This, Jing,” Neil said the name with scorn and hate, “Has taken over the country, we few are possibly the only ones that can stop him.” One of the rebels raised their hand, hoping to get a question in. Neil, who was looking rather messy and disheveled, bade him speak up. The shy looking adolescent stood up and cleared his throat. “If he’s strong enough to take over the country, how are we gonna stop him?” Everyone in the group nodded and showed their agreement. Neil, being the unusually brave person he was, puffed out his chest and said “We aren’t the first people to take down a tyrant, it’s been done before, with fewer numbers.” Everyone stood their quietly, then, the same boy that had asked the question before asked another. “But, we don’t even have any weapons…” “Yeah!” shouted some girl. “We’ll loot the weapon’s shop! How do you think our houses are suddenly full of stuff that our parent’s salaries couldn’t possibly afford?”
Everyone began to talk amongst themselves. Neil, after having witnessed Jing’s declaration of tyranny, had decided to form a rebellion. But, he knew nothing of his enemy’s true power. If only there was a way to make this all easier… he thought. Just then, Neil’s head slammed against the desk he was sitting on. Nobody realized this. Images of a nearby park surged into his mind and the words “MEET HERE” flashed. He snapped out of his trance and looked at everyone. “I’ll be right back!” Not waiting for a response, he ran through the heavy metal doors. He didn’t have time to sweat when he was at the park. He frantically looked around, he didn’t know why he was acting so strangely. Just then, something in his line of sight caught his attention. Neil turned to look at the strange object. It was falling slowly from the sky, like a feather. He stared at it in awe, he didn’t know how a strange piece of cloth could appear so beautiful.
Finally, after minutes of slack-jawed staring, the cloth hit the floor. Neil rushed to it, he had to see up close. It was the most spectacular thing he had ever seen, yet it was so simple. A piece of brown, rugged cloth, with two holes symmetrically cut into it. It almost looked like a mask. He passed it through his fingers. Then suddenly, more images pelted his mind. It was him, placing the fabric over his head, then an image of that detestable man, Sir Jing, lying motionless on the floor. Then, as quickly as they came, the wonderful yet disturbing images; were gone. “Woah…” he muttered. He saw the cloth as a gift from the gods, which gods? I don’t know. Time seemed to halt as he raised that musky rag over his head. An earthquake. Everything began to shake violently. Neil, yelled and writhed in pain as he began to ascend into the air. “Make it stop! HELP ME!” Tears of the horribly unimaginable pain he was going through began to rush down his face in slow, painful drops. There was no one near him, no one around to say “Hey. Maybe someone should help that guy…” Nothing.
Just then, the light erupted. It shone through the trees and onto the street, oncoming cars nearly crashed into each other at the sight. The light glittered and expanded into every possible nook. Then, it suddenly reversed and rushed back to its origin point; Neil. He was floating there, completely different. His features were hard to distinguish in the dark. Slowly, his now bear feet touched the delicate grass. He began to take slow, limping steps out onto the street. A streetlight shone above him, he was revealed. The fabric hung loosely on his head. From it, two large horns had sprouted. His clothes had tattered, wrinkled, and discolored. In his hand he held a pitchfork, black. A dark cape rustled behind him. He knew that others waited for his return, but, he wouldn’t return. Without their leader he knew that they wouldn’t go through with their plan. He didn’t want to risk innocent live. So, with a rush of power, He took flight. He didn’t know where he had to go, but he knew who he’d find. Who he’d defeat. Neil was no more. He had transformed, become someone more useful to his cause. He had become possibly one of the greatest heroes of all time, he had become. Hexagon.



Seiune yawned and stretched before sitting on the frilly lace sofa in Ziek’s living room. Phage, marinating her usual serious demeanor, stood against a wall; a towering brooding figure. Sharpie, however, was floating over the coffee table on a cloud of smoke. “Please pardon my behavior earlier…” Ziek muttered calmly. He was sitting in a large armchair. “Well, we came looking for you to add to our small group, we could use more power,” Red had said, while sipping on a cup of tea like a civilized individual; if only the world really knew. Sharpie nodded, “S’okay, Dewbert.” Ziek’s cheeks flushed red. “You okay there, Phage?” Red looked over at her, she was standing in a dark corner. “Fine.” she responded. She was still angered at the whole attack situation. Red stood up from his spot and placed his hand on Ziek’s shoulder. “Well, let’s go.” Ziek stood up, nodded, and walked out the front door. Sharpie floated elegantly behind Red and Phage. The trio of malevolent ne’er-do-wells walked down the once bustling with life streets. That was strange wasn’t it? Where was everyone? It was only 6:00 P.M. There were still people roaming around at that hour.
“Ugh! What’s that smell?!” Ziek, whom had broken out of his introvertedness, shouted. Red was wearing a face cover, so he hadn’t detected it, Sharpie’s lungs were full of smoke, and Phage’s character had become accustomed to the smell of death; that they all failed to notice. It smelled of month old corpse multiplied by a thousand. Screaming was suddenly heard. Each of them turned their heads in unison; the horror. Far off in the distance a large mass of what appeared to be people had gathered, they were breaking into houses, setting fires. Just then, a large blast of energy was sent their way. They all flew, jumped, or puffed out of the way. There was a huge crater left in the massive burst of energy’s wake. Screeching and tremors could be heard and felt. Out of the crater, burst forth thousands of pestilent beetles and maggots; each one bloated and ravenous.
“What the hell?” Ziek whispered to Red. Seiune shrugged him off, the gears in his head grinding. “Well that’s Skele.” Phage stated. Red crossed his arms, “I was just about to say that…” Sharpie lit up. “Queenie! Let’s go say hi!” Ziek sighed as he threw some stray maggots off of him. Red shrugged and nodded at Sharpie’s request. In an instant, she was flying over the pestilence and masses of undead. Phage shook her head, “This isn’t going to turn out well…” “Queenie! Oh Queenie!” Sharpie beckoned once she noticed her royal caravan. The undead queen sat, crossed-legged, staring at Sharpie the entire time. “Heya Queenie!” she was floating a few feet away from her. The whole time, the queen was silent, an unemotional apathetic look on her face. “Hey Queenie! You wanna join our group?!” Sharpie was overstaying her welcome. She had failed to notice that the monarch had no intention of letting her leave alive. A sudden force grabbed Sharpie’s ankles, holding her tight. “You shall be useful,” was all the queen said. “W-what?” Sharpie shouted. She was shocked! Queenie, what had she become? “Rip her to shreds.” The strong hands, which had ripped their way through the ground, began to constrict their grip on Sharpie’s delicate yet sensual form. “Oh Queenie…” she said, a tear forming.
In a quick movement, Sharpie was free. She had transformed her legs into a billowy smoke. She flew off, back towards her group. “Follow them.” The queen held a rather bloated puss filled maggot. It crawled down her skeletal arm and into the ground below; an unnoticeable spy. “Told you,” Phage said, grinning as she saw Sharpie flying back. Red lowered his head and frowned behind his face mask. “She’s an evul beetch.” “Well, it is Queen,” Ziek silently stated. “I recommend we get out of here,” Phage had already floated up to her purple mana cloud. Red sighed and took to the sky, holding Ziek under one arm. “I hate this,” Ziek cursed under his breath, he was referring to the traveling arrangements. Sharpie followed Phage’s eerie cloud. They flew off into the distance. In a matter of hours, the state had been completely overrun by the undead. Queen was in City Hall, standing over the body of the mayor. Taking a seat in his desk, she motioned for his body to arise; and so it did. “Fetch me a beverage, peon.” The mayor nodded and roamed off. She allowed herself a sinister cackle. Things were going according to plan.


And so, it was time. Time for Jing to claim his seat of power. The seat where many of the most powerful men the world had ever seen had once occupied. That seat; the Presidency of the United States. The real president hid there, nerve-wrecked in his Oval Office. “No! I don’t know how this could’ve happened! The country’s been overrun by freaks!” the once calm and collected man was now disheveled and yelling at his advisers. “I mean, I sure as hell didn’t approve any nuclear testing or whatever the explanation for these, these things is!” He, of course, was referring to Jing and the like. “There aren’t any reports in our databases claiming any sort of genetic testing, Mr. President,” said a much older looking man; probably the Vice President. The president began to pace and pace around his safe unreachable room; protected by men who’d gladly give their lives to die as heroes for their nation. Their nation would not remember them. Jing didn’t need to use doors nor entrances, he was energy, he was the power that kept them cool and comfortable; he was electricity.
Now, he being the violent and vicious person he was wasn’t going to take his power without a few deaths; he wanted to make his mark in history. A miniscule explosion occurred in a wall outlet, conveniently placed near the doors to the oval office. He would have preferred to go through the main entrance shooting, but; he wouldn’t give the president a chance to escape. In a surge of flashing energy, Jing materialized under the agent’s very noses. They weren’t prepared; they never stood a chance. “Nice night, huh?” he muttered before sending an unnecessary amount of electrical energy crashing through the bodies of those people; they were just doing their jobs. The unknown agents were dead instantly; one even burst into flames! So, with a grin on his face; Jing opened the door into the main room. “Good evening, Mr. President.” The President, his family, and the Vice President turned to look in shock and awe. “Who the hell are you?! How’d you get in here?!” yelled the VP, the old man had turned red from the stress. “Your nice agents let me in,” at that moment, Jing opened the door wider to reveal the charred remains of the supposed bodyguards.
The president’s daughter began to cry in her mother’s arms. “You monster! You… You ABOMINATION!” yelled the mother. What a strange choice for final words. Mother and daughter died in each other’s arms; Jing didn’t so much as break a sweat. The president fell to his knees, he was now a broken man. “I…I…” the man was speechless. Meanwhile, the VP; that crazy old coot, had taken an old Civil War sword that had been hanging on the Oval Office wall since God knows when. “Oh, you want a sword fight now, do ya?” Jing, showing respect for his elders, pulled out his own rapier; it shone in the artificial light of the Office. The VP charged towards Jing as fast as his withered legs could take him. Jing grinned, took a quick step to the side and… Well, it didn’t end well for Mr. Vice President. “Now…” Sheathing his rapier in it’s elegant sheathe, Jing took slow strides towards the once most powerful man in the world. The president looked up with blood shot eyes. “P-p-p…” Jing’s eyes opened wide and he wore the usual insane smile. “Yes, go on!” This was the part where his victims tried to grovel for their lives.
“P-please… Spare me,” the man was trembling, tears stained his expensive suit. Jing shrugged and walked out the Oval Office door. “Fine.” He slammed the door behind him, and their was silence. The only thing that could be heard was the president’s whimpering cries. His face was resting on his hands, the salty water dripped through the cracks in between his fingers. That man, the one that had changed his life forever, the one that killed his family, was gone. He was safe. Just another insane lunatic that had tried to assassinate him. Taking a shaky, spit-filled exhalation of relief, the president stood up, using his desk for support. He only wished he was one of the passed leaders, they never would have had to deal with this horrible atrocity. So, lying on the floor, he cried more than he had done in his life. The doors slammed open. “Nah, I’d like to be president.” Jing placed his hand over the man’s head. The president shouted and pleaded for his life as mass amounts of volts of electricity went surging into his brain; which promptly liquefied. Picking up the body of the once president, Jing walked towards the Presidential Desk, taking his rightful place in the country. He calmly placed the body over his desk, it was time for another broadcast.


Suddenly the connection hit. “GAAAH!” Calo yelled. He had been flying off, seeking villainous companionship. The strength of the link that had formed was overwhelming. Calo plummeted from many feet in the air all the way to the ground. The concrete beneath him had cracked, the surrounding bystanders all ran in fear. “N-no…” He had already sat up in his small crater and was holding his face in his hands. “Damn her! Damn that woman! I should’ve killed her when I had the chance!” Floating back up into the air via telekinetic ability, Calo flew through the streets. Tossing aside a giant dump truck as if it were a fly. He could feel it, he could feel his other half. That thing that G had unleashed, it was alive now. The scales were suddenly tipping in the heroes’ favor. He had to warn Jing. But where the hell was he? Jing, you see, being the oh so clever person he thinks he is; has a special device that prevents the use of telepathy or any form of mind control on him. “Dammit Jing! You picked a perfect time to be paranoid!” He rocketed into the sky. If he couldn’t find Jing, he’d find someone else to tell. An image of Red flashed in his mind. After weeks of searching, coming upon many a dead end, Calo finally caught up to Red and his group and warned them of Hexagon and all he was capable of. Red heard all of Calo’s rant, but was not afraid. “Hexagon is after Jing, not us,” he stated, “Jing is his only target and he’ll stop at nothing to get to him, it’s best if we don’t meddle.” Phage examined Calo’s worried stance and expression. “And after he takes care of Jing? He’ll come after us!” Sharpie leaned on Ziek’s shoulder, the latter skulked; finding Calo’s voice irritating. “You make Jing sound like some kind of weakling, he’s no pushover, you know that.” Red stood tall, a statue of fortitude. Calo had had it. “Why doesn’t anybody listen to me?!” Floating upward into the sky, he looked back at the small villainous group. “Mark my words Red, don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Shaking his head, Calo flew off; the seeds of a new plan beginning to bloom in his brain. It was time to find a certain few people, ones he knew would be interested in Jing’s well-being.
quirming only centimeters underground, beneathS Red and his group, the bloated maggot that the queen had sent to spy on the clique pulsated with an eerie happiness. It began to undulate back, towards his beloved queen, the job of espionage having bared useful fruit. It’s tiny insect mind suddenly filled with thoughts of how happy his queen would be and how she’d reward him. Maybe, just maybe, she’d eat him. He only hoped that she’d bestow that great honor on him.


Ajax, Pain, Harmony, and Shamal had wandered aimlessly across the country. After a deep inhalation of the air around him, Ajax wrinkled his nose. A disgusting odor permeated through the air. That- was the smell of death. “Something’s not right here…” he said, mainly to no one. Pain, whom was nestled in his arms, looked around and saw nothing out of the ordinary. “What do you mean?” she asked. Harmony and Shamal had just caught up to them both. “Why’d we stop? Break time?” Harmony asked. Ajax had a knack of walking at a pace too quick for Harmony and Shamal to keep up with so, naturally, they were rather tired. “I’m soooooo tired,” Shamal said in an exaggerated tone. Harmony looked at him and his magical floating ice chair. “Oh shut up…” she muttered. “Shh…” Silence. Ajax had placed Pain on the ground and had moved into a crouch. His ears were perked up; moving slightly as if trying to catch a certain sound. “What’s going on?” Harmony whispered to Pain. “Shh…” Ajax insisted.
CAW! CAW! was abruptly heard nearby. A pair of black crows that had been inconspicuously perched on a nearby tree suddenly took flight. Ajax’s nose wrinkled more as the gust that was created by their take off wafted near enough for him to smell. It was the same smell of death. Shaking off the pungent odor, he effortlessly pounced into the air and trapped one of the birds between his fangs; the other flew off, towards the nearby city. “Show-off,” Shamal said with a grimace. “You hungry or something, Ajax?” Harmony asked, she was pretty hungry herself. Pain gently walked up to Ajax, her arms crossed across her chest. “What is it? Is everything OK?” Ajax squeezed the madly flailing crow until it stopped. “Look,” he said, holding out his hand to show the others his discovery.
Pain let out a small gasp while Harmony tried not to gag. The crow was rotting, and infested with maggots; brain exposed. “What is it?” Shamal asked, he was more curious than disgusted. “Well, it’s a crow, only…” Ajax tilted his head to the side “more dead…” Harmony was gasping for breath, the sight of maggots oozing from the crow carcass had left quite an impression on her. “What does it mean?” Pain wondered, she moved her gaze from the disgusting bird to her beloved love. “I don’t know.” They stood there in silence; all staring at the crow but Harmony. Until suddenly, “Isn’t it obvious?” Shamal let out. Ajax looked at him, “Huh?” Shamal’s brilliant mind had come up with the answer. But just as he was about to announce his theory, the answer revealed itself.
“Well, well, well…” said a voice, announcing the presence of another, one that wasn’t part of their group. “You’ve come to rebel, haven’t you?” continued that feminine voice, “How quaint.” Ajax dropped the bird and turned to face the origin of the voice. It was the queen. She was atop a skeletal throne which was being held up by skeletal humanoids. Behind said throne was a small unit of what appeared to be soldiers; they too, were dead. “Queen?” Shamal asked. Ajax pushed Pain behind him and Harmony made her way behind Pain. “Silence!” her voice seemed to echo, creating a suitable atmosphere; for her. The crow, the one that had escaped, landed on the queen’s throne, cawing once more.
“We haven’t done anything Queen, just let us pass through,” Ajax requested. He tried to avoid any conflict that might place Pain in any kind of danger. The queen grinned. Her expression was so, evil. Her face was contorted into a way that, no normal human could ever reproduce. It was the stuff nightmares were made of. “You’re telling me you don’t mean to rebel?” Ajax nodded. She inspected the small group without moving; just her eyes. “Very well, consider yourselves lucky. I’m rather inebriated at the moment and not in the mood for fighting.” She laughed heartily. Shamal joined her in laughter. “Having a functioning body is great…” After a moment of awkward laughing and silence, the group began to move towards the queen’s unit, attempting to pass it and leave the city as quickly as possible.
“Just a moment! I have a proposition to make you all…” They stopped in their tracks. “How would you all like to be my armada?” Ajax disapproved of the idea at once. “No thank you Queen. We’re just passing through.” They continued walking. The queen stood there, watching them go. “Attack them.” The unit suddenly sprang into action. The small horde began to run, towards the group. Ajax, mainly thanks to his keen sense of hearing, had already turned towards the oncoming attackers. “Shamal, Harmony, look alive. Stay back Pain.” Pain frowned, she understood he loved her and wanted to protect her, but… She could take care of herself. Harmony cleared her throat as she walked before the undead unit. “Cover your ears you guys.” With a deep breath, Harmony let out a shrill scream.
The sound waves from the scream were immensely powerful. All that energy they carried crashed into the small undead legion. They flew off in different directions, some broke into pieces. In a matter of seconds, the small unit was gone. The only one left was the queen, who stared with a frown. Her blurred drunken happiness fading. “Let’s get out of here!” Shamal shouted to the group. He feared the worst, and he was right to fear it; given the queen’s past record. Ajax pounced at Pain, grabbed her, and ran into the forest they had came from. Shamal lifted a weakened Harmony onto his iced chair and floated off behind Ajax. The queen was angered at their refusal and easy defeat of her henchmen. The scepter she held began to glow an acute shade of red. Craters began to form in the earth and from said craters sprung the foulest looking creatures imaginable. They weren’t regular dead animals or humans. They were just a conglomerate of dead parts, fused together to form a strong inhuman beast. “Now my lovelies, you find those pieces of fetid filth and you bring them back to me. Remember, I gave you life, and if you fail…” She frowned and stared at one of the creatures with that same nightmare inducing gaze “I can also take it away..."
She knew they couldn’t deny her, but it felt good to cause fear. The ghastly monsters sprang forth into the forest, hot on the trail of Ajax and the others. Nobody denied the queen what she wanted. While Ajax and his group were being chased by the queen’s undead monsters, another meta-human had unknowingly landed in the nearby presence of her majesty. Said hero looked around at the grassy opening he had landed in, it was quaint and only a few miles away from the troubled city, the citizens of which he’d heard crying for a hero. The man’s white shimmering cape slightly fluttered in the calm breeze that had suddenly began to blow. This would be his first mission as a hero, saving a whole city from whatever it was that they needed to be saved from; the reputation that’d give him. Readying himself for the task at hand, he adjusted his green goggles and straightened his sea foam green pants.
Cracking his neck and relaxing his shoulders, his legs began to buzz as he prepared for that grand entrance every hero loves to make. The entrance that would give people hope and give them a taste of his good nature and power. “Okay… Let’s do this!” Just as he accelerated towards the city, he had decided to go with the extreme super speed entrance, something snagged his foot. “What the--?” The grip of the thing around his foot strengthened. Lowering his gaze, the meta realized what it was that wouldn’t let him go, a sickly hand that protruded from the ground. Just then, before he could react and break free from its grip, the ground surrounding his other foot broke away and an array of over inflated insects wrapped their tentacular antennae around it. Their little yet, unusually strong legs, dug into the ground; strengthening their grip.
Confusion and bewilderment rained down upon the unfortunate meta’s mind. But, one of the signs of a true hero was staying calm under pressure. Luckily for him, his hands were free, giving him ample time to reach for his blessed sword, which was conveniently strapped to his back. As he did so, with the greatest ease, that voice echoed behind him. “Look who wandered into my neck of the woods…” He quickly turned to face her, he assumed it was a ‘her’ seeing as the voice sounded feminine. “Oh, crap,” the meta let out as he saw his potential adversary. The queen’s delicate mouth formed a grin as she grew ever nearer to her potential slave. “Get back! I have the power of light on my side!” With that, he drew his blade and slashed the unusually strong insects and the sickly hand, doing so caused them to dissipate in shiny light particles. Our heroic meta had, at this point, pulled out a staff that he also had strapped behind his back. He readied himself for any of the queen’s tricks. She, however, simply held a firm grip on her technological marvel of a royal scepter, it glowing an eerie shade of blue… crystalline blue.
Seeing the light emanating from the queen’s scepter, the meta with the sea foam pants accelerated towards her. His super speed was unmatchable. The queen simply continued to teeter towards him. Thoughts of victory crowded his mind as he jumped into the air and, gravity taking its usual course, dove down towards the queen’s head; sword and staff swinging. He was almost positive that the light from his sword was more than enough to destroy the dark queen but just in case… his control over the wind was increasing his acceleration. Then, with a flash of her cloak, she lifted her arm and thus her scepter with it. As he swung his sword of light at her side, the round, glowing tip of the queen’s scepter struck his forehead; smack in the middle.
The sword managed to gash her side, embedding itself deep into her hip. It was only a flesh wound. But, she didn’t even wince. Her sceptered hand remained aloft and, somehow, so did our caped meta hero. His face was, for lack of a better word, ridiculous. His mouth dropped agape, and his eyes were as wide open as can be. The queen was bleeding herself out, she knew her current body, that of the female soldier Joanna, wouldn’t last long. The energy that crackled around her scepter began to envelope the meta. He remained silent and motionless, something was occurring; internally. “Silly, silly Rush…” the queen said in a relaxed tone that hinted fatigue. “Without darkness…” She paused a moment to let some of her blood drip onto her free hand. “There can be no light.” At that moment, she wiped her blood on his cheek. Rush, fell to the floor, writhing in pain.
“Wh-wh-what’d…” it hurt to speak. There was a pain welling up in his throat; he could feel something tearing at the pit of his neck. “Y-you d-d-d-d-do?!” Blood began to drip down his lips, staining his usually white teeth an atrocious shade of crimson. “Oh, you’ll see.” The queen’s host body let out its final cackle as it fell to its knees. The dark fog that was her soul exuded forth and floated towards that of a dead crow which was, thanks to her previous encounter with a certain beast man, conveniently lying their; awaiting a host. Her soul entered the soulless husk, causing its few feathers to flutter.
While the queen took possession of her emergency host, Rush scratched at his windpipe. He couldn’t breathe. He could feel something rising up, tearing the delicate tissue that lined his esophagus. He spat up more blood, spat it all over what was left of Joanna. “Ohhhhh… Gg-g-ggggod…” Rush managed to gurgle out those few words. He could feel the mass that was fighting to be escape his mouth passing through his tonsils; tearing them up as well. Rush was feeling faint, it felt as if there was a ball of rusty nails and broken glass shards scraping against his mouth. Just then, he finally managed to get it out. That bloody whatever it was, flew from his mouth and onto the bloody grass below. In a flash, the crow queen clasped the object with her talons and flew off into the distance, cawing maniacally.
She left Rush there; for dead or horribly maimed. Luckily for Rush, G’s light shard came to his rescue; maybe a little too late. He was propelled through the strange dimension and crash landed in front of G’s warehouse. “This isn’t good…” was all Rush managed to hear before he lost consciousness. All the while, the queen had flown through the window of her government office and landed on her blood stained desk. She let out a loud caw and, almost instantly, a woman walked into the room carrying a glass of water. The woman placed the glass on the queen’s desk and stood their at attention. She shook spasmodically as her highness’ soul took hold of her. “Now then…” the queen said as she picked up the bloody object which Rush had spit up. “Just add a little water and…” She plopped the item into the water and, as soon as she did so, the blood and tissue remnants floated up to the surface; revealing what the object was. A diamond.


“Is he even breathing?” Ninja asked Ying, whom was looking over Rush’s unconscious and bloody body. Ying bent down and placed her fingers under Rush’s nose. Everybody held their breath in as she did this; waiting, worried. She could feel a very faint tickle of air escaping through his nostrils. As she stood up and nodded, everybody exhaled in relief. “That’s great!” Luna exclaimed, clasping her hands to her chest. She was so happy that they had another member in their heroic horde. G rubbed Luna’s back with a smile. Ying, however, wasn’t looking too confident. “He is alive, but I’m not sure for how long.” This put a great dent in the joyous atmosphere that had formed too suddenly amongst the group. Sparrow sat in a chair in the corner, leaning back and staring at Rush’s scarred body.
“And… there’s nothing you can do?” Sparrow said with a short pause to gather her thoughts, “You know, to help him?” The question was directed towards Ying, who had helped heal up MoD with her natural remedies. “I’ll try my best, but…” She looked down at the body, “…” Silence. G knelt down beside the fallen hero, passing her glowing hand over the body. “Oh…” she muttered. G stood up, her shoulder-length hair covered her eyes as she sauntered towards the door of the warehouse. “Mama?” Luna and Sparrow said in unison. The others stood silent and watched at G’s unusual behavior. She wasn’t walking, it was more of a teetering forward; barely keeping balance. G stood in front of the door; seemingly staring at it. “I-I-It’s…” she began to shiver.
Sparrow was by her mother’s side in an instant. “What is it?” She began to place her hand on G’s shoulder when the latter let out a sudden brusque grunt. Nobody knew what was going through her head, except G herself of course. Sparrow stepped back, biting her bottom lip and brow shrugged. G fell forward and grabbed onto the door handle; twisting it and opening the door. “Q-Q-Qu…” With that, and nothing more, G drew her katana and ran off, through the barren junkyard. Ninja, reacting instantly, ran off after her, his super speed making reaching her easy.
“No!” Sparrow yelled out as she saw both G and Ninja disappear, off in the distance. “Not with him…” she had no trust in Ninja… there was just… she didn’t know. “Should I follow them?” MoD asked, standing up from her nice and comfortable seat cushion. Sparrow shook her head and patted MoD’s shoulder as she passed her. Luna shakily served herself some tea, nearly spilling it all over the quaint wooden table. She was afraid, not knowing if she’d ever see her mother again. Ying was stuffing some leaves into Rush’s mouth, the properties of which would hopefully heal his throat and help him regain consciousness. Maybe he could shed some light on the whole situation.

A certain guitar wielding, sunglass wearing hippie fellow was currently looking through a window. Said window led into a house. Said house belonged to a man whose abilities, as of right now, were still being inserted into his body. The meta’s wish fragment had just inhabited its host and was bestowing upon him great power, which of course demands great responsibility… but… that wasn’t any fun. As the cosmic light dimmed the man’s new persona was revealed. He stood, pale white, wearing a black top hat. He was clad in black and purple, holding a brown, silver tipped cane. Rosso grinned seeing his next chosen victim.
As he prepared to rip through the wall, he felt another approaching. Calo. He knew this because, of course, he too was a telepath. But, Rosso held a tight lock on his own mind, making him undetectable. Calo burst through the wall right in front of the newly created meta. “Calo?” the man said, raising an eyebrow, made somewhat uncomfortable by the scantily clad man. “Let’s go, Mimic. Jing needs our help.” Mimic was taken a bit aback by everything. “What do you mean? What’s wrong with Jing?” Calo shook his head and grabbed at Mimic’s pale bare hand. “No time! I’ll explain on the way.” Calo held Mimic under his arm, using his telekinesis to take up some of the burden of the man’s weight. Rosso leaned against the side of Mimic’s former home.
“Righteous, G.” he muttered to himself, grinning. “Making my job that much easier.” Holding back a smug chuckle, Rosso slowly floated off in the opposite direction of Calo’s rapid rush elsewhere.

Hexagon floated outside the window that looked into the Oval Office, which was empty. He floated towards the window, which opened instantly. The masked hero sat in the president’s chair, and stared blankly at the door that lead into the office. Hexagon entwined his fingers around his pitchfork. Jing had to come in sooner or later and when he did… Hexagon would be waiting.

Where was Jing? The population was told he was out reading to a local kindergarten class; how naïve. But then again, everything was so hectic and chaotic anything was believed by the oppressed masses. Jing was actually in a secret chamber, known only to the C.I.A., which had revealed the existence of the chamber to their new commander and chief after a brief shock therapy treatment. What could be so special about that room anyway? Nothing in it but a file cabinet chock full of schematics and blueprints of alien technology… Jing’s eyes opened wide, his supercomputer eye making note of everything. Satisfied at his discovery, he left the secret chamber; surprisingly beneath the Washington Monument, and decided to head back to his office, the Oval Office, to plot.