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Sylar
Sylar stares at the thing for a moment, almost blankly before he tries to sever the connection, only to yank himself back. Just edging closer made them louder. Any connection with the fire was bad. He orders it to just kill anything in it's way before grasping the connection and attempting to sever it. As the screams get louder and louder, he severs the connection, stumbling over to the car, hopping into the backseat.
Light
Kira looks down for a moment before murming to Hartigan, "Gun ready. We may have visitors. Misa be on the ready with any note piece you have on you. On the count of three. One. Two. Three."
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Jenny Sparks
"Sorry, Doctor," Jenny says. She cups his cheek. "I'm going to make it painless. And when it's all over, when you talk to your sucessor...you can tell me if I was wrong. Okay?" The Doctor has a heart monitor attached to him. A moment later, it flatlines.
Jenny stares at the console.
"Where are you now?"
Midnighter
The Midnighter assumes a defensive stance. Say what you will about him, but he really does not wish to harm children. Ever. He'd kill a man...torture him to death or worse with a smile on his face...but children? Children were different.
"Yes I did. And I'm sorry for doing so. Leave, or I'll have to keep hurting him."
Sam
Sam nods mutely. If this was some sort of action movie, he'd have something confident or heroic to say at this point, like "Yes I am" or "I'm ready to be free of the Devil", but this wasn't a movie, and he wasn't really that confident. A nod was all he could really manage at this point.
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Light
The room is empty. To all intents, nothing has been disturbed, and nothing seems to be missing. The surfaces are not cleaned, so it wasn't room service. More then that, you cannot say.
Misa has a piece of the Notebook out, but looks confused.
Jenny Sparks
For a long minute, nothing shows up. Then a blip, a louder one and finally a stream of information. The Middle East. The new doctor is in Palestine.
Sam
The big man indicates a chair. It's just an ordinary uncomfortable plastic chair. It still endeavors to appear ominous. "We both know what you are. You want to free yourself? Well that sure takes balls." He cracks his knuckles, loudly and painfully. "I'll get right on it. Do you know what you have to do?"
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Anderson
The priest puts his boot on the Wolfboy, slamming him back down so hard the concrete cracks. It occurs to Midnighter he could have intervened and pretty much any time, but didn't.
His other hand slides out an enormous bayonet, almost a cavalry sabre, and lowers it to him. "She's nae a girl, lad. She's ae monster, an willnae thank ye fer prolongin' life. She's long dead. Born tha' way, an' no more human, no more innocent then either o' us."
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Jenny Sparks
"Off to see the Doctor...the wonderful doctor of oz."
The console scanner has a lock on the Doctor's location; an electronic tag on the new Doctor. And Jenny Sparks is very good with electricity. While she had heard that the Door system wasn't working, she had other means of transport. Uncomfortable and hot means of transportation, but still, it was better than walking there.
Jenny activates a targeting laser, and fixes it close to the Doctor's position. Then, the tricky part. Changing her body into pure electricity, she enters the console, and rides the beam all the way down. She only hoped she wouldn't scare anybody. Coming down and appearing from a bolt of lightning wasn't exactly the greatest entrance one could make in the Middle East.
Sam
Dry, cracked lips open.
"N-N-No. Sir."
The Midnighter
"And? She's still a child. And I don't kill children."
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Anderson
The priest slams his forearm into the back of Jacob's neck, grinding him further into the ground. "Nae she is not. She joost looks tha' way. She'll always look tha' way, but that dinnae make her a girl. She be a monster, nothin' else. Nae heart, nae tears, nae mercy. Nothin' tae stop her killin' but us. Ye want tae see more wee bairns join her collection?"
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Sam
He sits you down. "Well, it's hard. First up, we have to break your connection. Bring you back into the world." He places a old fashioned scrub tub in front of you. "You have to die."
Anderson
The wolf wriggles under you, beginning to change back to a wolf.
Jenny Sparks
It's a dingy building, obstinately a bar, with armed guards outside, dressed in robes. Both are holding automatic weapons, which they brandish at the woman who appears on the street, snarling in fear and anger.
Talk fast.
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Anderson
In a blur of movement, the huge priest slides the blade under skin and flesh, then flicks it out. "If ye dinnae stop, I will skin ye, human or wolf. Ye ken, I havenae done it before, Sae I might be clumsy. My hand might shake all over the place."
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The Midnighter
"I understand."
The Midnighter addresses the Monstrosity for one last time.
"Leave this place. Don't harm any more children, or humans. Or I kill you. You have eternity, little girl. Don't throw it away."
Sam
"O-Okay."
Jenny Sparks
Jenny sends a small charge into both their guns. The bullets in their clips go off prematurely. The two shots go wild.
"I'm looking for a man who recently might have collapsed. Had a seizure, or something." She's speaking Arabic, of course. She had known Arabic since 1948.
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Anderson
"Ye're too soft." The priest says, shaking his head.
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Jenny
Your dialect is a little of, but they seem to understand you. They stare, and one of them raises his gun again, despite your earlier move illustrating the futility of such conventional attempts on your life.
The other one, however, appears to be the voice of reason. He indicates a building that has the appearance of a tenth century church. Left over from the crusades, perhaps. "Do not worry, my english is good." He begins. "I am afraid we cannot help you, we do not know such a person. I will gladly search if it would please you." He recognizes you. You don't know whether to be flattered or worried. Depends on his opinions, you suppose.
Nicodemus, Sylar, Kirby
The massive undead construct flails around, decimating the nearby surroundings and tearing the building the police have appropriated to pieces.
They all seem to be trapped inside, unable to escape as it comes down around them.
The Midnighter
"You hurt Jacob." She replies, as though that settles the matter. The other children are advancing again, dead eyes staring accusingly. They are slow and shambling, and yet somehow feel like a threat.
Sam
He takes a hose, and begins filling up the tub. "I'll bless it too, of course. That way I can baptize you as well. You want to come into this world with the slate wiped clean, don't you?"
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Anderson
"How aboot ye wee bairns stay back?" He says, almost conversationally, and removes another strip from the side of Jasper's face. One mad green eye roves over to the tiny girl, and his smile widens. "Call 'em off, an I'll let this dog run home."
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Jenny
"Thank you." Jenny flashes him a smile. The other guard gets a raised eyebrow.
"It would be like he had a seizure or some sort. Started moaning, grasping his head. Maybe something about peace, or enlightenment, or beauty."
Nicodemus
"Wonderful. Come now, gentlemen. We have a package to receive."
The Midnighter
"You hurt Jacob." She replies, as though that settles the matter. The other children are advancing again, dead eyes staring accusingly. They are slow and shambling, and yet somehow feel like a threat.
"Too bad kid."
The Midnighter rushes forward and picks her up in his arms. As strong or fast as she might be, it's useless if she doesn't have any leverage. And raising a quantumly-powered infant has given the man plenty of practice restraining superpowered children.
Raising her above his head, the Midnighter attempts to simply dash her brains up against one of the brick alley walls.
Sam
He takes a hose, and begins filling up the tub. "I'll bless it too, of course. That way I can baptize you as well. You want to come into this world with the slate wiped clean, don't you?"
"Clean would be good."
If this works...he's free. If it doesn't...he goes to hell sooner than he thought he would. And while his Father was probably going to have all sorts of fun tutoring him...forever, the payoff had to be worth it. It had to be.
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Midnighter
The first part of your plan works perfectly. You grab her, effortlessly restraining her and preventing her from moving. The next part is where you run into a crimp.
The children throw themselves at you, surging in a great wave of bodies, hemming you in and restraining you as easily as she is under a great press.
"I don't think I like you."
Nicodemus
The post office is deserted. The windows are broken, and an upside down A for Anarchy has been sprayed on the front door. Inside the place is a mess, with papers strewn everywhere, the bench chopped up with axes, and the cash register broken open.
The only box untouched is 666. A neatly tied package in birthday paper is sitting inside, quite innocently.
Sam
"Right." The big man says, mumbling a prayer under his breath and pouring some scented oil within. Then he gets up. Without warning, he takes the back of your neck and drives you face first into the water.
Jenny
The man returns at last. "I think I have found the man you mean, madam. Follow me." With that he guides you towards a large, semi-modern building you take to be the town hall.
"What are you looking for, may I ask?" He says, as he guides you, slinging his gun over his shoulder. "I know the boy. A bit simple, believes too strongly, but good people. Nothing to do with you."
Ozymandius
Your phone rings. A dull, electronic voice is speaking on the other end. Or perhaps a distortion. You can almost sense emotion. "Rorschach's Journal, October 12th.
A comedian died tonight in New York. A comedian died tonight in New York, and nobody cares. Nobody but me. Do I have your attention, Ozymandius?"
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Sam
He's prepared for it, and tries to relax. However, his body is informing him THAT HE'S DROWNING, DAMN IT and attempts to get his head out of the water by any means possible. Arms and legs flail in a desperate attempt to get out. Drowning is a f*cking scary way to die.
The Midnighter
The Midnighter growls at the crowd.
"Get out of my way."
His hands then begin to squeeze the Monstrosity's neck with a force suitable for bending steel girders.
Nicodemus
Tutting at the mess the post office has been made into, Nicodemus ambles along to the package, picks it up and smiles. Pulling on the string, he begins to slowly unfold the wrapping paper.
Jenny
"What," she drawls. "I'm not good people?"
Her expression turns downcast quickly. "A mutual friend of ours died recently. I'm just here to bring him the news."
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Jenny
The man seems surprised. Of course, it would be surprising. "I mean no offense, of course. You are quite famous." He says quickly. You've come to the house, a small shell of a building. The man turns his back respectfully. "It has been an honor to assist you." He says, and walks away.
There is nothing to prevent you from entering.
Sam
Drowning is not peaceful. You feel a popping sound in your nose, as your brain cells die. spots dance in front of your eyes, and your lungs burn. You try desperately to get free, but the man is strong as an ox, you never have a hope of budging him an inch. Then it goes dark.
Nicodemus
The book is made of parchment and bound in calfskin. it is old, and the letters on the front are a crude approximation of english. It has no magic of it's own, it has just been well cared for.
There is a letter addressed to you underneath the cover.
Nicky,
Here is the book. What's inside is dangerous, and people would kill you for it, but that is nothing new to you. It can be used to effectively erase any one thing from existence, as well as all history of it.
It will gradually unravel the world after performed, so it should not be performed at all. I know you will ignore this warning, and I only sent it to you because I doubt you have the resources to do it.
Thank you for everything you have done for me.
A small, wide eyed bunny has been idly sketched in the corner.
The Midnighter and Anderson
It's like strangling a flagpole. You are having some small effect, but her spine is fine and she doesn't need to breathe, so it's not a very effective mode of attack.
About thirty of the children are grabbing each leg, effectively restraining your movements completely.
They are leaving the priest alone.
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Sam
His kicks and struggles are gradually decreasing. And his brain is going all foggy. Thoughts and ideas jumbled in his head. Boxing a dead soul. Sock sleeping with a stripper clown. Reading a book...Andi. Andi. Andi...
Jenny
"Ma as-salaamah."
Jenny walks into the building.
"Doctor?"
Nicodemus
Cradling his book in his hands like a newborn infant(actually, more tenderly than a newborn infant. They squirm and make far too much fuss when dashed against a rock), Nicodemus smiles. He opens the book, and begins to scan the pages, sparing only the barest of seconds between pages. He didn't need to read the thing; Anduriel's perfect memory would recall the exact contents of the book, and give him the necessary information. As he turns back the last page, Nicodemus drops the book onto the floor, and with a word, sets it on fire.
"Shall we be off, gentlemen? We need to find one other willing participant in our little game."
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Ozymandius
The superhero ran through this quickly and efficiently, shocked for only a second.
His first impulse was to deny the allegations, while he had the call traced. But that wouldn't work. And he couldn't afford another problem right now.
His second was to hang up.
Instead he asked "Why have you remained silent all this time? It has been two decades."
Anderson
"Do ye need a hand?" The priest asked, continuing his idle tormenting of Jacob. He didn't know what to do with the wolfboy yet. Perhaps he would have information. Either way, right now he might be more useful alive.
But not well.
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The Midnighter
"I'm currently holding up the other monster; my hands are a bit busy at the moment. And Apollo's moping in the Veidt building. Yes, some help would be good."
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Anderson smashes Jacob again for good measure, and begins wading through the children, brushing them off as it becomes necessary with just enough gentle to not hurt them more then can be avoided. When he has made his way to the superhero he removes a bayonet and drives it through her eye socket.
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Ozymandius
"Because I didn't need anything from you until now. I know what you did. I have proof. And it is a different world now, one that will be quite content to bring you to justice."
The Midnighter and Anderson
She squirms and twists as the priest approaches, and more and more children throw themselves in his path. They have no real effect, but then, he has his hands free.
The knife enters her brain, and she shudders, spasming and desperately wriggling to no avail.
Sam
Darkness. Then, a small crescent of light, unfocused and bleary. You open your eyes, blinking a few times, and see the massive man in a cassock's face a few inches from yours. You cough and splutter, trying to get the water from your lungs, your chest feels far too tight and everything hurts. But you are alive again.
"Welcome to you're new life, kid." The big man says. "I brought you into it. Now, try out your powers."
Nicodemus
Anduriel is murmuring slightly, trying to get your attention.
Jenny
It's a simple room, plain and adorned with a improvised decorations and fabric, with the only furniture in the form of a bench and table. A young man is sitting atop it, head in his hands, murmuring softly to himself. He is smiling.
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Nicodemus
Yes, Anduriel?
Sam
Sam wiggles his fingers. He doesn't feel any different...
"I don't know if they'll work. Even before...I wasn't really able to control them. Even use them, most of the time."
Still, it's worth a try. Extending his right arm, he tries to visualize the tub rising into the air.
Jenny
She's nervous. New century, new Doctor, new everything. And not a cigarette in sight. Some people were addicted. Smoking since she was thirteen made those people look like wannabes.
Still, she had to make a brave face of it.
"Doctor?"
The Midnighter
The Midnighter tosses the Monstrosity into the air, and with his hands free, begins to swat the mass of children off his legs.
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Nicodemus
Anduriel doesn't reply for a moment. This is deep magic. Far beyond what even my kind are capable of. We will be enslaving forces neither of us understand. It's not fear, it's... exhilaration. This sort of power is the domain of the one above all. With it...
Sam
It gives a sad, pathetic stir, but doesn't levitate. Yep, same as usual.
The man shakes his head. "Well, you're done with your father. And he's done with you. It's all up to you now." He bends over, and starts wrapping a cord around his hand.
Jenny
His eyes snap open, and he stands, so fast if you'd blinked you would have missed it. "Yes?" he says, in a voice that's not his own. It's clear he still isn't acclimatized to it. Right now, he is dangerous.
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Nicodemus
Good. There is nothing more that needs to be said. Nicodemus had been spitting in God's face and intruding on his domain for two thousand years. As far as he was concerned, this was merely one of those times
Nicodemus turns to his fellows.
"Gentlemen, we need to return to a particular house to pick up one more package. Then, we should be prepared to take those boxes for ourselves."
Jenny
Jenny stares at the new Doctor thoughtfully for a moment.
"It feels bloody amazing, doesn't it? All that power. Like you could do anything with it. Every cell in your body sings with the song of life, and you can reach into the world's heart and speak to it and have it listen to your commands. Every hair is standing on end, every movement trembles with unspoken possibility. Every action has its consequence and you can see each one of them one after another in an unbroken line."
Jenny had been fourteen when she first manifested her electrical powers. On the day that World War I was declared, she had first felt the lightning crackle within her. She had called to the storm, and it had answered. She had remembered the exhilaration. She was only fourteen and had no idea of her true role, no idea of what she was. Yeah; she knew how the Doctor felt at the moment.
"And it's scary, isn't it? All that power. You're scared about what you might do with it. Scared and thrilled and loving it and quaking in your omnipotent boots. It feels so right and pure and honest that you can't help but wonder what the catch is. This is all new for you. But I'm here to tell you that it's going to be...not okay, not fantastic, but real. You got all that power for a reason, mister."
Jenny smiles and winks at him.
"Now onto the important stuff. Do you happen to have a ciggie on you?"
Sam
"Thank...thank you." Free. Finally free. No more forced assignments. No more sudden teleportation or strange powers thrust upon him while he's asleep. No more vessels.
But also, no more direction. No more guidance, however mal-intentioned. No more soul-collecting. Because whether or not the Devil is letting the souls escape, they are still doing evil in the world. And Sam can't just let that happen.
"I'm...I'm free of the Devil. But I can't just sit back and do nothing while there's evil in the world. I have one more favor to ask you. Do you know of any way to still be in this fight?"
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Jenny
The man… more of a boy, really, he can’t be out of his teens, shakes his head. “No… no. I don’t smoke.” He’s speaking Arabic, but uncertainly, as though he’s having trouble remembering how to form the sounds.
Language. What an amazing thing. He forms sounds by vibrating air, and uses them to relay complex instructions. He’d never considered it before. Suddnely what he is saying seems meaningless, a collection of bleats and squeals with no rhyme or reason.
He shakes his head, and even that amazes him. The amount of calculations to do it is staggering, yet it seems so simple.
And yet, even while mesmerized by the ordinary great vista’s of the extraordinary are opening before him. Concepts he has based his whole life around now seem trite and nonsensical, as his conscious expands.
At last he shakes his head, finally familiar enough to become aware of his surroundings once more.
Sam
“Which fight would that be?” The priest says, pushing you back in the chair and handing you a glass of milk. Or at least, what seems to be milk, it looks slightly thicker.
Alice shakes her head. “I’m sorry Sam. I really am.”
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Ozymandius
"Nothing ever ends." He mutters, then straightens. "Perhaps. But the fact remains, humanity survived. We rebuilt, and are stronger then we were. Let them judge me, I know the right of what I did.”
He smiles. “But so do you. You haven’t gone to the authorities. You want something from me. Well then, let’s hear it.”
Anderson
The priest catches the girl, and throws her to the floor, attempting to twist off her head.
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Ozymandius
"You disgust me, the fact I am speaking to the worlds greatest mass murderer, your sin is your burden to bear. No, my interest is in the now. I need you to do something for me."
Anderson
She fightes back, but you are considerably stronger then her. At last, her head comes clean off, and the children fall silent.
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Qua'gith
Venice is quiet. The startling sights and sounds of the more nocturnal districts of the city are far off now, replaced with a quiet darkness interrupted only by the sounds of local fauna. Birds and insects are the primary night life of this neighborhood. Between the rows of stark, decaying houses, moonlight plays across the murky waters of one of Venice's many canals. The Elders had told truthfully: this planet was beautiful.
But the young Predator was not here for the planet's beauties. He was here for its potential prey. Namely, the creatures that the humans called 'vampires'. They worried him little, however.
With one Alien already slain, Qua'gith had all at once been flush with pride and courage. This exuberance showed in his movements, resembling those of a lion searching for its next meal.
The Predator stands from his place atop the roof, turning away from the canal and back towards the hunt. Distractions came often now, his assurity at his own ability proving to dull his determination. Why hurry? The young Predator had all the time in the world.
With a graceful, pounding step, Qua'gith sets off over the rooftops of Venice, taking gaps in leaps and bounds. He soars on the wings of joy and vanity, a skilled young warrior blazing his own path through the Great Hunt.
This was the way for a Predator to live. Freedom, plentiful beauty, and another worthy trophy within his grasp.
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Travis asked the cab driver to go take him to see the Pope.
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"This city is in desperate need of peace and order, so I'm in. I'll drop this kid off back home and then we can get to some proper planning. Hey kid where do you live?"
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Travis The Bride
The taxi driver chuckles, but turns down the wheel and heads towards St Peters Basilica.
Jules
Manuel inclines his head. "I knew I could rely on you." He says, paying the tab. "Find us when you are ready." He replaces his hat and leaves.
The little boy shakes his head and grab your leg. He doesn't want to leave.
Qua'gith
You spend a day out of sight, learning the terrain, and becoming used to the world. Noises, sounds, temperatures, smells, the city is almost overwhelming.
Your camouflage keeps you out of the way, and nobody notices you. Occasionally you get a killing urge, but resist it. You are waiting for your prey.
Then, near the stroke of midnight, you detect a hint of movement in an alleyway. And yet, you can't sense any heat. It's like nothing is there...