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REAPER - THE VICIOUS VIGILANTE EPISODE 3: MOMMA’S BOY

                   SOMEWHERE WITHIN THE CITY OF VITALITY…

            “Vigor Bakery.” Reaper says to himself, looming over the building from across the street on another, higher, building. Inside, the bakery has booths set up with a few people sitting in them. A woman’s behind the counter counting the cash in the register next to a glass case of freshly baked bread and pastries . “So, that’s what she’s doing now…” Reaper says as he watches the woman behind the counter. Reaper jumps down off the building, landing with a thud then crosses the street. Walking across the street, he pushes the door open to the establishment. Everyone in the room freezes as Reaper looks over to the couple eating pastries. They quickly get up out of fear and cautiously speed walks around Reaper and outside.

             “Why do you come here, Reaper?” The woman asks with a mild British accent. She’s Caucasian with sharp eyes a button nose and thin, pink lips. Her skin is pale and her hair is a jet black, slightly curly and comes down to her ears. She’s wearing a blue bodice over a red old timey dress with white shoes.

             “The fact that you’re extremely calm, I think you know why I’m here, Molly.” Reaper says, standing his ground. Molly continues to count the money in the register, not making eye contact with Reaper.

             “Perhaps, or perhaps I don’t fear you as everyone else.” She states, still counting the money.

             “I would suggest you don’t waste my time and just tell me what I want to hear.” Reaper insists.

             “Then hark, carefully.” She starts as she stops counting the money. “I’m not telling you shit.” She states as she closes the cash register then walks towards the back.

             “Is it John?” Reaper says aloud making Molly stop in her tracks. “It’s hard to except the fact that John’s is working with Sue but you have to realize that he’s hurting innocent people.”

             “SO, WHAT? I JUST BETRAY MY OWN SON AND PREY YOU ASSASSINATE HIM HASTEFULLY?” She bursts, turning around with tears in her eyes.

             “Don’t be stupid. You know how I do things.” Reaper tells as she places her hands onto the counter, looking down. “I’m going to kill Slue Foot Sue and destroy her operation before she sends this city down the shitter and your son is the key to helping me do that, so I need him alive.” Reaper explains as Molly continues to stand there, hands on the table.

             “Do you promise me to spare his life?” She requests, wiping a tear from her eye.

             “I can only promise that if he’s smart enough to walk away.” Reaper tells.

                    LATER THAT NIGHT IN VIGOR’S FREIGHT YARD…

             “There they are, right on time.” Reaper says as he spots a Luxurious car and a pickup truck pulling in underneath a large freight crane. He kneels down listening, scrutinizing the situation as three individuals from a luxurious sedan get out their vehicle while three individuals from a pick-up truck exit theirs.

             “What are they doing?” Reaper asks himself. “I’d better record this.” He says before pressing a button on his eye mask. There are three thugs, wearing farm-wear, standing across from two suited bodyguards and their boss. Their boss is young, he has solid short black hair and pale skin. He has big eyes, thick, trimmed eyebrows, a button nose and thin pale lips.

             “There’s John.” Reaper says aloud. Two of the thugs walk off to their square framed sedan. Reaper squints with skepticism before the thugs pull open the doors to a Caucasian man. His hair is long and scraggly, his eyes are low, his nose-tip droops minorly and his sharp chin protrudes a little. He’s wearing a farmer's straw hat, a white shirt, blue jeans with suspenders and dress shoes.

             “Huh… this is new. Usually, Tall Tales are on the same side.” Reaper says to himself, watching the man step out of the car and walk to the group with a black briefcase. “That farmer guy… that must be Johnny Appleseed.” Reaper deduces. The man opens the case and drugs are revealed inside. The pale, black haired man walks up the other man holding the briefcase then gives him a portable disk drive from his jacket pocket. Reaper lets out a cynical grunt as he stands up. Before he takes a step, his head is grabbed by the hands of a being with a white aura. Reaper’s eyes expand before the being snaps his neck. Reaper falls limp and is chucked towards the hoods. Reaper’s corpse hits the ground rolling, alarming all the hoods except for John.

             “Told you he would show,” John tells with a grin. “My connections don’t lie.” The glowing figure flies over and levitates next to the distinctive farmer. The glowing woman looks to be Caucasian, she has long white hair, soft eyes, a protruding nose and marginally large natural lips. She’s wearing a white gown complementing her white glow and no shoes.

             “Good job, Vivian.” The Appleseed tells the glowing woman as she gives him a smile. “That you did.” He says to John, turning his attention to him. “And here I thought this was going to be another drug deal. It’s not every day that you kill Death himself.”

             “So what are you going to do with him?” John asks.

             “I think I might keep his body, to be honest.” He answers. “Maybe parade his carcass around town a bit. Hell, now that he’s out of the way, I don’t have to worry about him ruining any of my plans. Now I can focus on real shit like running the Tall Tale Syndicate myself.”

             “What?” John says out of confusion before a bullet pierces his skull from behind. Blood bursts from his and his bodyguards’ heads before they collapse to the ground. A few more farmers walk out from behinds some crates a way away with RFB’s. Appleseed walks up to John’s body then smiles.

             “Sorry, kid. But you’re small time.” Appleseed claims before spitting.  “Grab The Grim Reaper and put him in the back of the truck.” He orders as his lackeys pick up Reaper’s dead body. The men carry Reaper over the back of the truck then tosses him into the back. The farmers with the rifles depart from Appleseed and the other farmers. “Alright boys, step one can now be in full effect.” He tells. “Let’s go celebrate!” Appleseed claims as they all howl in agreement. They all enter the car as the guardian angel sits next to Appleseed. The truck starts then peels out of the docking area.

                                LATER IN THE STREETS OF VITALITY…

            Driving down the street, the farmers chat as Appleseed stops at a red light.

             “Yall check how The Grim Reaper is doing out there.” Appleseed orders. The three in the back seat comply as they look back.

             “Uh, John… there ain’t no one back here…” One of the farmers claim

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TRAILBLAZER - THE SCORCHING SPRINTER EPISODE 3: THE TRAP

                   SOMEWHERE IN THE KEENSTON FOREST…

              “MUSH! MUSH!” Queen yells, spanking TrailBlazer, as she rides his back through the forest. TrailBlazer grits his teeth as he’s spanked. “Whoa! Slow up!” She says before slapping his butt again.

               “Could you stop spanking me?” TrailBlazer asks, slowing down. “That’s not even how you slow a horse down.”

               “That’s not what you were saying a few nights ago!” Queen claims, grinning.

               “That’s because you gagged me.” He argues as he comes to a complete stop.

               “Now you see why I gag you.” Queen stresses as she slides off TrailBlazer’s back as he lets out a sigh.

               “Do you see or hear this guy or anything?” He asks, looking around.

               “Well even if I did, I wouldn’t tell you as loud as you’re talking to me.” She answers in a lower tone.

               “My bad.” TrailBlazer realizes, lowering his voice. “Are we close or…”

               “Well, we have to go where the insect density is high.” She tells.

               “Do you have a map or anything that might let us know where that is?” TrailBlazer asks, stepping closer to her.

               “I do.” She answers with a smile. “So what we are going to do is set a trap.” She follows up as TrailBlazer gives her a skeptical look.

               “Ok, what are we going to use to trap a human sized spider?” He asks. “Please don’t say me.” He refers to himself.

               “No silly, I already told you no.” She answers before getting gitty. “As we were traveling, I had someone follow us.” She states looking up. TrailBlazer looks up with her as well to see a floating, mobile, dual turreted machine floating above.

               “Uhh, Queen… that has mini-guns…” TrailBlazer states a little unsure.

               “I know! isn’t it great!?” She bursts, giving a short hop out of joy.

               “No!” He exclaims turning to her. “I’m trying to catch this bastard, not turn him into Swiss cheese.” He explains as she grins.

               “Mmm, cheese.”

               “Queen!” He yells.

               “Joking!” She clarifies. “He’s multi-purpose.” She states hugging TrailBlazer from behind as the turret floats down in front of them.

               “Multi-purpose? He?” TrailBlazer questions, gently holding and massaging Queen’s forearms, staring at the stove-sized, turret.

               “Yeah.” She answers, squeezing him a bit before letting him go. “He’s the best.” She says before petting one of the machines multi-cannons

               “I don’t know…” TrailBlazer says before Queens swings around to the front of him, smiling up at him.

               “Just trust me, Boopie, by the end of all of this, you’ll be proud of our son, Jack.” She claims as one of TrailBlazer’s eyes raise.

               “Son?” TrailBlazer bursts as Jack begins to wonder off.

               “Yep, I just finished him last week.” She says.

               “Does he have somewhere to go?” TrailBlazer asks as Queen turns and sees Jack floating off before exhaling out of happiness.

               “Come here, baby!” She releases TrailBlazer and skips over to the turret. “He’s learning so much, he can’t help it!” She tells as she turns and sits down between the two multi-cannons, resting her arms on them, crossing her legs. “Now follow me, Boopie, we don’t have time to lollygag.” She says.

               “Wait, you can ride that thing?” He asks pointing at it.

               “Mhm.” She answers.

               “Then why did your ride on my back al-“ Queen takes off past TrailBlazer, cutting him off. “ALL THE WAY HERE!” He finishes before sprinting after her.

                                    DEEPER IN THE FOREST…

               “Do you see him?” TrailBlazer whispers to Queen as they hide behind a tree.

               “Not yet, but hopefully he goes for the bait.” She whispers back, kneeling behind TrailBlazer.

               “You mean the big sack of bugs conveniently hanging from a tree branch?” TrailBlazer questions with a straight face.

               “Yeah, that one.” She answers as his eyebrows lower.

               “Are you sure that Jack will do his thing?” TrailBlazer asks, adjusting his stance against the tree. “We only have one shot.”

               “Trust me, I built it.” She says as Jack stares up at a bird in a tree behind them.

               “I know but I’m still worried.” He responds, scrutinizing the scene.

               “Are you worried about the mask I engineered for you, too?” She asks, saddened.

               “Well, I haven’t used it, yet.” He answers.

               “I’m sorry if it doesn’t work.” She apologizes, discouraged “I tried my hardest.” She says, quietly. TrailBlazer turns around quickly with concern.

               “No! It’s fine!” He assures, with a smile “I’m sure this’ll work just great!” He says pointing to his mask.

               “You think so?” She asks, sniffing as he takes her into his arms, standing her up.

               “Yeah!” He answers. “It’s even more comfortable then my old mask.” He explains before looking into her eyes. “I… I also forgot to thank you for making it for me.” He adds before kissing her forehead, making her smile. “I appreciate you going through the trouble to make something for this little black boy.”

               “Aww, your welcome” She answers, pecking him on his lips. “That’s because I love this little black boy.” She says as she rubs her little nose against his as they share a giggle. Soon afterwards, TrailBlazer looks over and sees nothing hanging from the tree.

               “Uh… Queen?” TrailBlazer asks.

               “Yeah, Boopie?” She asks, looking over.

               “Where’s the sack of bugs?” He asks.

               “Uh-oh…” She says.

               “Shit!” TrailBlazer bursts. He takes Queen and lifts her into his arms and carries her over to the spot.

               “Where did he go?” She asks wrapping her arms around his neck. TrailBlazer stares at the ground, activating his thermal vision. He see’s warm shoeprints before looking to his right.

               “This way.” He exclaims before speeding off into the forests. Jack soon follows behind them, speeding as well.

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STAR BRIGHT - THE FIRST SON OF LIGHT EPISODE 3: BIGGEST MOM IN THE YARD

                         AT T.E.S.T. LABS, INSIDE AN ELEVATOR…

               ~I’ll keep you on the comms, Max.~ Hunter says aloud in a black, sleek suit as he stands within an elevator. “Talk to you in a bit.”

               ~Affirmative.~ Max says on the other end. The elevator levitates to a floor with a receptionist desk on the left, with a computer monitor and some other office utensils on it with a large crystallised window behind it, letting in some sunlight. A woman dressed in an all-white shirt and skirt combo with orange trim is sitting at the desk. Her hair is shoulder length, straight and brown. Her eyes are dark brown and soft, her nose is thin and her lips are full with orange lipstick. The transparent doors on the elevator open before Hunter walks out to the desk where the woman sits.

               “Hey, Nat. Where’s my mom?” He whispers as Natina’s eyes shift left and right.

               “She’s not in your office, thinking you’re in the restroom.” She whispers back.

               “Oh shit.” Hunter’s eyes expand. “Is she mad?”

               “She’s something.” Natina answers, unsure.

               “Ah, man.” Hunter closes his eyes in minor disbelief.

               “I suggest you go in there with this.” Natina tells before digging underneath the table. She raises with a small red box. “I know she likes chocolate frogs so I bought this yesterday just in case something like this happened.” She explains, standing up. “Just didn’t think it would be this soon…”

               “Awesome! Thanks!” Hunter celebrates before accepting the box.

               “Go!” Natina stresses as she slips on an orange glove, walking over to the large door. She punches numbers on a holographic keypad with her gloved hand. The door unlocks and Hunter gives a smile and nervously makes his way into the office. It’s a nice sized office, with pictures decorating the walls with some lounge chairs in the corners. There’s a television mounted on the wall with the news channel on it. A middle aged Caucasian woman is sitting behind a crescent-shaped wooden table in front of a window that is overlooking the bright districts of Charisma City’s nightlife. A nice sized flat screen computer sits comfortably on the table with a glass of wine on it.

               The woman sitting behind the desk looks up at Hunter. Her hair is blonde and in the style of a bob, her eyes are green with crow’s feet around them. Her nose is defined and her lips are minorly wrinkled and glossy. She’s wearing a navy blue jacket-pants combo with a white dress shirt underneath.

               “Hey, mom,” Hunter speaks up, walking towards the table. “You wanted to see me?”

               “No.” She responds. “I just wanted to know where you were.”

               “I’m sorry I wasn’t around, I was cau-”

               “I know, Hunter. You’re ‘friend’ told me.” She cuts him off. “What’s that in your hand?”

               “Oh yeah! I almost forgot.” Hunter bursts as he places the present on the table. “This is for you.”

               “Hmm…” His mom looks at the present box then smiles. She opens the box and sees a smaller box of chocolate frogs within it. She closes the box and places it next to her.

               “Do you like it?” Hunter asks.

               “Tell Natina I said ‘thank you’.” Hunter’s mom says as Hunter grins nervously soon after. “What?” His mom questions.

               “Aside from the fact that you knew I didn’t get you the frogs, I expected you to be more upset, is all.” Hunter explains.

               “Why?” She starts rhetorically. “You’re here, I have my favorite chocolates and most importantly you clocked in on time. I don’t see why I would be upset.”

               “I clocked in?” Hunter asks under his breath.

               ~Your welcome.~ Max says through Hunter’s comm. Hunter’s mom stands up with her hands behind her back then turns her back to Hunter then walks to the window that overlooks the city.

              “Hunter, I just can’t believe that a maniac just tried to kill Star Bright, on my property.” She starts as Hunter rubs the back of his head.

              “Yeah. I saw.” He responds.

              “It’s terrible how the crime rates across Charisma are spiking. Hell, the world, even. I know R.I.P.P.E.R. has their hands full with the Malformed infestation in South America but some help here would be nice.” She explains.

              “Well it's either R.I.P.P.E.R. contains the Malformed in South America or they continue to police the world, letting the Malformed spread, in which, would be ironic because their job is to combat people with super powers,” Hunter explains. “But I’m sure people like Star Bright, TrailBlazer, and Reaper, about as far as that bastard is, can continue to help keep the Malformed from having their way with America.” Hunter tells as he places his hands in his pockets.

              “I tell you, Hunter. I’ve seen a lot of people in my years, but The Grim Reaper… he’s special.”

              “What do you mean? Other than the fact that he kills people.” Hunter states.

              “He just screams ‘Righteousness by any means’, you know?”

              “Yeah, he does.” Hunter agrees

              “He’s obscure.”

              “Yep.”

              “Enigmatic.”

              “Yep.”

              “But at the same time, Courageous.”

              “Sure is.”

              “Isolated.”

              “Very.”

              “Handsome.”

               “…Yeah...”

               “Dazzling.”

               “Kinda the same as ‘handsome’.”

               “And may I add… a little stimulating.” She adds.

               “Hey, I was just wondering,” Hunter quickly starts. “Could I leave a little early today?”

               “Hunter we’ve talked about this over and over and it’s just getting old now.” She counters with turning around. “You have to stay your full shift from now on unless it’s an emergency.”

               “But I have an appointment for the dentist at five o’ clock today at the Electronic Orthodontists?” Hunter explains, before shifting his eyes.

               “You do?” His mom prods, squinting at him.

               “Yes, I do.” Hunter assures as she sits at the table.

               “Hmm... I’ll see.” She tells, skeptically before she picks up a pair of reading glasses. She shifts over to the computer and starts typing on it. “Looks like Natina has you down for an appointment.” She says. “I’m more than sure she doesn’t have any emergency appointments that she’ll have to leave for, coincidentally, at the same time?”

               “What? No.” He reassures. “Come on. You should trust me more, Mom.”

               “And you should lie less, Son.” She counters as stares at him, squinting again. Hunter clears his throat, taking his hands out of his pocket.

               “Well, I’m going to go see how development is doing in the tech wing before heading out.” He says, pointing his thumbs behind him and walking backwards.

               “I don’t know why you’re still in here.” His mom states as she starts to write on some papers.

               “Right.” Hunter says as he turns and heads out of the room. He slowly closes the door behind him then exhales. Natina looks up at Hunter, seeing his expression.

               “So… how did it go?” She asks, worried as he walks towards her table.

               “Everything is fine.” He tells with a smile, placing his hands on the desk.

               “That’s good.” She exhales, soon after, out of relief. “Hey, by the way, are we still on for tonight?” She asks, starting to play with her hair, a little nervous.

               “Sure, babe. Just be sexy when I come by to come get you.” He tells with a smirk.

               “Ok!” She bursts. “Ok, I will.” She reiterates in a calmer voice.

               “See you later, babe.” He tells as he heads for the elevator. He digs in his pocket and slides on an orange glove and presses a holographic button. Soon after the doors open and Hunter steps in. He smiles at Natina and presses another holographic button inside the elevator causing them to close. He waves child-like at Natina as the elevator starts to descend. As soon as Hunter can no longer see Natina his smile disappears. “Now to pay that oogly bastard a visit.” He states to himself.

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STAR BRIGHT - THE FIRST SON OF LIGHT EPISODE 2: STAR VS YO MAMA

            “Oh shet! Oh shet!” Star Bright panics. “Okay, okay, okay, okay!“ Star Bright hyperventilates, plummeting towards the Earth. Sounds of the flowing winds continue to blow as Star Bright, franticly, looks all over his suit. He looks at his hand and notices a small device on it as he nears the ground. He grabs the device and grunts as he yanks it off his suit. Very shortly after, the lights within and outside his suit flicker before lighting up. “YES! YES!” He chants as the boosters activate, slowing his descent. Slowing near the ground he shoots back up into the air, his visor covering his entire face. “Max! Can you hear me?” Star Bright

            ~I can hear you.~ Max answers. ~May I ask what happened?~

             “Did I tell you the joke about Your Mom and the Dumbass Bloke?” Star Bright questions, annoyed.

            ~I do not recall such joke.~ Max responds.

             “Can’t wait to tell you when if I make it back!” Star Bright tells with sarcasm. Seeing a figure fly away from T.E.S.T. Labs, Star Bright abandons his ascension before he starts flying after the figure. “What the hell are you going, mate?” Star Bright asks aloud. Catching sight of the figure, it becomes clear to Star Bright that it’s the jumper, zooming through the air with a jetpack strapped to his back. Star Bright grits his teeth as he begins to increase his speed. The Jumper notices Star Bright then starts to fly lower to the ground, boosting past the residents of Charisma.

             “Bollocks! Max, could you would you look for a weakness on this bastard in front of me?” Star Bright requests. “I don’t want to hit the wrong thing on that jet pack and have him explode. People, including this asshole, will be in danger.”

            ~Affirmative. Searching…~ Max tells as one of Star Bright hands transforms into an arm cannon that glows a bright yellow within it.

             “Max?” Star Bright says with ill-confidence.

            ~I am still searching~ Max responds as The Jumper turns a tight corner.

             “Max, I don’t mean to rush!” Star Bright tells, zooming around after The Jumper, following the trail of smoke.

            ~Still searching…~ Max replies as The Jumper shoots a cascade of bullets at Star Bright. Star Bright gasps as he covers his face with his arms, bullets hitting the suit, causing sparks to fly off.

             “MAX!” Star Bright screams.

            ~I just found a section on his jetpack to exploit. Marking it onto your HUD.~ Max informs.

             “Thanks, bruv.” Star Bright appreciates before lifting his glowing hands in front of him. “Time to eat, little bastard.” He taunts as he shoots a beam of energy at The Jumper. The beam shoots from Star Bright’s arm cannon then scrapes against the left portion of The Jumper’s jetpack. The Jumper loses control for a bit but continues to fly. Star Bright charges up his cannon again then shoots a larger beam hitting the left side of The Jumper’s jetpack.

             “Bullseye! HAHA! Got him!” Star Bright cheers as The Jumper starts falling towards to the ground, about to hit the concrete. Star Bright flies to catch the perp but is shocked when he sees The Jumper’s backpack grow two long, thin, sharp, metal, sword-like legs, stopping The Jumper’s fall while skidding him to a stop. Star Bright slows down as The Jumper’s metal legs ease him to the ground. The Jumper looks over his shoulder to Star Bright with a smile.

             “What the fuck was that shet?!” Star Bright complains. The Jumper uses his sword-like legs to turn all the way around. Using the mechanical legs, The Jumper starts stepping towards him. “Alright, but you made one mistake.” Star Bright states as he extends his cannon. Star Bright’s cannon transforms back into his normal arm before he shoots a blast from his palm into The Jumper’s chest. The Jumper grunts as he flies backwards and tumbles across the ground, rolling to a stop, unconscious. Star Bright’s visor rises just above his mouth, showing his grin. “You’re not wearing any armor.” Star Bright levitates and hovers over to The Jumper then shoots a low energy blast into The Jumper’s back. “Double tap.” Star Bright says to the unconscious charlatan.

            ~Good job, Star Bright.~ Max says through the comm as Star Bright pulls off The Jumper’s backpack. ~Do not forget to question the perpetrator to understand his motives for staging a suicide.~ Max adds while Star Bright examines the backpack.

             “Thanks, Max, let me just take this mom aficionado to the nearest precinct and I’ll question him later.”

            ~There is such a facility but it’s not near your locat-.~ Hunter’s helmet gives a musical jingle as “Natina is Calling” Shows up in his visor’s HUD.

             “Max, call and direct the C.C.P.D. to that bloke’s location.” Star Bright orders.

            ~They are almost to your location.~ Max complies.

             “Great.” Star Bright celebrates. “Hello, Natina? How’s it hanging?” Star Bright answers.

            ~Hunter!? Oh my god! I kept trying to call you but I kept calling the wrong number!~ Natina starts, frazzled. “There was a man trying to commit suicide at T.E.S.T. Labs!~

             “Whaa?” Hunter responds.

            ~Then Star Bright showed up, then he exploded and just ugh! Where are you, are you inside?~ Natina exclaims as police officers show up to the location.

             “No… uhh… the police aren’t letting me in just yet.” Star Bright tells with a little unease in his voice. He gives a wave to the officers before taking off to the skies, his visor covering his entire face.

            ~They let me through, though.~ She tells as Star Bright zips through the skies.

             “They let you through? Noo, that doesn’t sound right.” Star Bright asks a little overdramatic. “Anyway, is my mom there?” He asks.

            ~Yeah and she’s looking for you.~ Natina informs, a little worried.

             “FU-ntastic!” He bursts. “Ok, tell her that I’m going to the bathroom as soon as I get in there.” He requests, zooming towards T.E.S.T. Labs.

            ~Are you sure you just ca-~

             “Natina, I gotta take a dump!” He exclaims before his tone shifts to a softer one. “Thank you, love you!” He finishes as the phone hangs up.

            ~The authorities have detained the suspect and are currently transporting him to the nearest precinct.~ Max informs.

             “Thanks, Max.” Star Bright appreciates, in his British Accent. “Hopefully I have the same luck to detain my job!” Hunter tells as he zooms through the streets.

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REAPER - THE VICIOUS VIGILANTE EPISODE 2: REAPER VS MAGARAC

        IN THE DARK PARKING LOT OF AN ABANDONED STEEL MILL…

             “I’m giving you your first and last warning, Magarac. Leave this life now while you still have legs to carry your body.” Reaper warns as Magarac continues to walk towards Reaper.

              “You will never win. I’m the hero.” Magarac tells as he clenches his fist. Reaper grips his scythe tighter.

              “Then you will die like a hero.” He states before he takes off running at the steel man. Magarac stands his ground then throws a punch. Reaper slides under the punch and rams the staff end of his scythe into the back of Magarac’s knee. Magarac falls to one knee as Reaper throws his leg across Magarac’s head. Magarac falls over to the gravel, gritting his teeth as Reaper leaps into the air. Magarac rolls out of the way as Reaper drives his knee into the concrete, denting it. Reaper gets up to his feet then runs at Magarac before swinging his leg at his face. Magarac, on one knee, catches the kick as Reaper gasps. Magarac holds tight on Reaper’s leg then drives his arm through Reapers leg, breaking it.

              “ARGGGHHHH!” Reaper yells before Magarac drops Reapers leg and comes up with thunderous a punch to Reaper’s face, sending Reaper across the lot and through the old, rotting, walls of the steel mill.

             The mill is large in size. There are a plethora of stair cases leading up and down the entire mill. There is a line of batch furnaces along the walls and continuous furnaces smelting metal ingots that roll on its belt. There are filthy, scrawny men and women sluggishly working these machines with others stumbling around on the second story walkways. They all flinch as Reaper flies into the room from above, all gasping. Reaper picks himself up but screams as his broken leg gives way under his weight. He looks at his leg then around the mill, seeing all the hostages.

              “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU STANDING AROUND FOR?” Reaper yells. “GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!” He commands.

              “We can’t!” One woman speaks up. Magarac smelted all the doors shut. We’re stuck here…” explains. Reaper turns around and looks at a set of doors melted shut under an “exit” sign.

              “Shit.” Reaper says aloud before he sees Magarac jumps through the hole he made with Reaper. “Shit squared.” Reaper utters to himself as Magarac walks towards him, his steps vibrating. Reaper spins on the floor and trips Magarac with his good leg before kicking him in the face, making Magarac spin-slide across the floor. As Magarac hits a nearby furnace, Reaper looks at his leg, gritting his teeth. Grabbing it, Reaper yanks it with a loud snap, making him grunt in agony soon after. Reaper starts to get up to his feet but Magarac comes with a huge running front-kick to Reaper’s chest, sending Reaper flying into a furnace as well.

             Magarac sprints for Reaper and throws a huge punch for Reaper’s chest. Reaper dodges the blow as Magarac punches through the furnace, dislodging the smelting metal onto the floor. Reaper spin kicks Magarac in the back of the leg, dropping him to one knee then pushes Magarac’s face into the fountain of the smelting metals. Magarac screams in agony for a short bit before elbowing Reaper in the stomach. Reaper loses his wind as he holds his stomach, backing up. Magarac, now possessing a partially melted face, swings his fist across Reaper’s face, knocking Reaper’s mask off.

             Reaper scrambles to regain his balance but he's met with another thunderous punch to his face. Reaper spins before he hits the floor, white blood trickling from the side of his mouth, his lip swelling. Reaper stands back up to his feet and returns with a blow of his own to Magarac’s face, stumbling the giant but Magarac quickly returns with another swing. Reaper ducks under the punch and catches Magarac with two body punches and an uppercut, stumbling Magarac once again.

             Magarac catches Reaper’s punch then drives his other fist into Reaper’s face, but doesn’t let Reaper’s hand go. Reaper, nose starting to drip with blood, is hit once again, spewing blood from his face. Reaper goes for a swing but Magarac blocks it with his free arm and quickly tucks it under his arm pit. Reaper drives his knee between him and the metal man, trying to push away but Magarac still doesn’t let go. Magarac comes down with a head-butt with his melted jagged face but Reaper moves his head aside and under Magarac’s other armpit then uses the power of his legs to lift Magarac up and over his shoulders, slamming him onto the floor, shattering the concrete beneath them.

             Magarac lets Reaper go as Reaper sluggishly rolls across the floor and up to his feet. Reaper drearily looks over and picks up his scythe as Magarac starts to stand. Reaper spins his metal staff and swings it across Magarac’s face, stumbling Magarac while stumbling himself. Reaper regains his balance and swings his staff the other way but Magarac catches the staff into his fist, making Reaper’s eyes expand. Soon after, Reaper yanks on the staff, pulling Magarac into a hard head-butt to the stomach. Magarac lets go of the staff to nurse his stomach as Reaper drops his scythe then leaps in the air towards Magarac, screaming out in pure rage.

             Extracting the blades from the top of his gauntlets, Reaper forces one of the blades through one of Magarac’s eyes while pouncing onto him. Magarac shrieks out in excruciating pain as Reaper holds his blade through Magarac’s eye while holding on to Magarac’s head. Reaper, riding Magarac, extracts the blades with a grunt then angrily drives it back into Magarac’s eye wound, liquid metal disgorging out. Magarac grabs Reaper and tries to pry him off but Reaper wraps his legs around Magarac’s body, repetitively, driving both blades through the eyes of Magarac, yelling in fury. Dislodging loads of liquid metal from Magarac’s eyes. Reaper, dripping with Magarac’s blood, notices that Magarac is starting to tip backwards but continues to ragefully stab Magarac through his hemorrhaging eye wounds. As Magarac falls onto the floor, Reaper, still, mercilessly drives his blades through what’s left of Magarac’s face, punching him in the process.

              “RRAAHHHHHHHHHHH!” Reaper roars before standing up, hyperventilating, liquid metal spewing up from his soaked blades. He looks around the room, pissed, as he sees the frightened faces of the men and women held hostage staring back at him. He turns and limps over to the closed doors, flexing his hand. Outside it’s quiet with feint sounds of vehicles driving around. The front doors to the old mill bursts open and Reaper, silhouetted, stands in the doorway as the large group of hostages walks out, some weeping, others helping one another walk. As the crowd disperses, there is no one standing in the door way anymore.

             Inside the mill, Reaper, with his face not showing any signs of damage, is crouching next to Magarac, searching the corpse. Digging through Magarac’s overall pockets, he pulls out a crumpled card with a phone number on it. Reaper squints at the paper before he places it into his utility belt. As Reaper leaves the body lying on the floor, he scoops up his skull mask on the way out. Outside, Reaper digs into his utility belt and pulls out a device. He presses a button on it and it starts to glow and beep repeatedly. Reaper places the device back into his belt and starts running for the exit of the mill. Running, lights from a vehicle flashes in Reaper’s face as he leaps into the air. He lands on his motorcycle then speeds off into the night.

                     LATER IN THE STREETS OF VITALITY…

             Reaper is walking the streets, wearing a black, double-breasted trench coat with white pants and calf-high black boots. His hair is a pitch black, medium and smoothed down with bangs covering a portion of his face. He walks to a payphone near a gas station then digs in his pocket. Cars pass by as Reaper takes the phone off the hook and places a few quarters into it. Soon after, without referring to the paper he looted of Magarac, he starts pressing numbers on the payphone’s number pad. He places the phone to his ear as it starts to ring. He stands there for a short moment, waiting. He exhales as he slowly closes his eyes, starting to lean against the payphone.

             ~Reaper.~ A woman’s voice with a southern accent sounds off on the other end. ~It’s always a pleasure to hear your voice.”

              “Sue…” Reaper says into the phone as he squints.

             ~How ya doin’ sugar plum?~ She asks.

              “I will find you, Sue.” Reaper tells, intensely.

             ~You probably will, but by then, it’ll already be too late.~ She informs. ~So how much time I got with you?~ She asks.

              “It’s too late for you to leave this life,” Reaper explains. “For you and your boyfriend. What you two have created is a plague upon Vitality and I’m going to purge it. You and you’re friends are going to die.” Reaper promises as Sue laughs a bit too hard on the other end making Reaper squint.

             ~You think any of these brainless hoohas running ‘round town are my friends?~ She questions as she continues to laugh. ~You really don’t know what’s going on, do you?~ She taunts.

              “Enlighten me.” Reaper states as Sue’s laughter ceases.

             ~This city doesn’t belong to you. This city doesn’t to me. This city doesn’t even belong to the ‘tards that live here.~ She speaks. ~This city belongs to the strong and that’s the very institution I plan on bringing to its knees.~

              “By capturing innocent people??? By forcing them to sell your narcotics??? By forcing them to live out twisted fantasies of tall tales???” Reaper thunders into the phone. “WHAT DO YOU GAIN FROM THIS???”

             ~What I just gained from you.~ She says before the phone gives a dial tone. Reaper eyes expand as he slams the phone onto the hook.

              “SON OF A BITCH!” He yells. He looks down to the ground with squinted eyes for a bit. Reaper then storms past the phone booth and onto the side walk. As he takes a few more steps, the pay phone rings. Reaper stops, surprised, as he hears the ring. He slowly turns around, eyeing the phone. The phone continues to ring, Reaper staring at it, confused. He starts to make his way back to the pay phone, with a skeptical look writing his face. As he stands in front of the ringing phone, he grabs the phone off the hook and places it to his ear.

              “Hello.” He finally says into the phone.

             ~Reaper, this is Max. Remember m-~ Reaper cuts off Max by hanging up. Reaper exhales before he starts to take off but the phone rings soon after. Reaper stops once again then turns around. The phone continues to ring, Reaper staring at it with an apprehensive expression. Reaper’s face soon turns to annoyance as he storms back to the phone and picks it up off the hook and places it to his ear.

              “What is it, Max?” Reaper says, annoyed, into the phone.

             ~I apologize for inconveniencing you… I understand that we aren’t on the best terms as well as everyone els-~

              “Max, spare me the rhetoric and tell me why the fuck you’re calling me.” Reaper demands.

             ~I overheard your phone call with Slue Foot Sue and I was acquiring your attention so that I may offer assistance t-~

              “I don’t need any help, Max.” Reaper tells taking the phone from his ear.

             ~Vigor Bakery.~ Max says as Reaper places the phone back to his ear.

              “What?” Reaper blurts.

             ~Vigor Bakery next to Vigor Park.~ Max tells. ~There will be a woman working there tomorrow that I believe to be involved with Slue Foot Sue’s Tall Tale Syndicate.~ He explains.

              “This doesn’t change anything, Max.” Reaper assures.

             ~That was not my intent. My intent is only to help you.~ Max tells before Reaper hangs up the phone. He walks passed the pay phone and onto the sidewalk. As rain begins to pour down from the clouds, Reaper places his hands into his coat pockets as he continues walking down the sidewalk.

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A picture for TrailBlazer’s 2nd episode. I’m about to go to sleep, I’ll reblog the story that goes with it later.

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TRAILBLAZER - THE SCORCHING SPEEDSTER EPISODE 2: THE ZERO TO HERO SCHEME

          LATER AT THE PERCEPTION CITY POLICE DEPARTMENT…

               “HE GOT AWAY!?” The police chief thunders at TrailBlazer with a mild Italian accent. They are both standing in The Chief’s office in front of his large desk with scatted papers on it.

               The chief is wearing a police outfit, only decorated with a lot of small different colored ribbons. On the left side of his chest, there is a name tag with “Giuseppe” plated on it. His hair is full and styled to the right with hints of grey on both sides. His eyes are green and sharp with crow’s feet and light bags underneath. His nose is large and pointed and his lips are thin and pink with a light, full, beard that’s starting to grey. “HOW DO YOU LOSE SOMETHING THAT BIG?”

                “I couldn’t see, I burned out my contacts.” TrailBlazer counters.

                “Why do you even wear them when you’re just going to use your heat vision?!” Giuseppe exclaims.

                “I didn’t know that was going to happen!” TrailBlazer argues. “It just happened.”

                “Why the hell are you using powers that you have no control over, then!?” Giuseppe asks.

                “It’s a high-stress reflex! I’m not going to just shoot beams from my eyes from sneezing.” He answers.

                “Ok,” Giuseppe says lowering his tone. “Aside from you being a blind beam of heat, how did you lose him when he was right in front of you?”

                “He psyched me out.” TrailBlazer starts. “He looked at me and I just…”

                “Why?” Giuseppe questions, throwing his hands out.

                “I have arachnophobia…”

                “GOT DAMNIT!” Giuseppe bursts while turning and swiping his hand, violently, across the table, sweeping papers along with his distinguished chief hat. TrailBlazer's eyes expand before Giuseppe quickly turns back around. “You mean to tell me you let a huge ass spider man get away because of a fucking phobia?” Giuseppe blurts, slightly turning red. “Well, look at you! You just think you’re special, huh? You think you can go through life just avoiding things you’re afraid of?”

                “If possible.” TrailBlazer answers shortly after.

                “If any of my officers were afraid of doing a drug bust because ‘there might be rats in there’ I’ll smoke their ass so fast they’ll think they’re chopped fucking ham!”

                “Do you know how hard it is for me to just look at a spider?”

                “And there it is!” Giuseppe shouts. “You didn’t catch Tyrantula because you couldn’t look at him. Well, now I can’t look at you.”

                “That’s harsh, chief.” TrailBlazer adds with a straight face.

                “You’re useless, TrailBlazer.” Giuseppe retorts.

                “Hold on a sec.” TrailBlazer squints. “I’ve brought damn near seven Malformed into custody by myself. How does not catching one man knock me down to zero?”

                “Because you’re on my team, and on my team, it’s either ‘do’ or ‘don’t expect a damn pat on the back for failing’.” Giuseppe states.

                “Could have fooled me.” Says under his voice.

                “What?” Giuseppe questions, raising one eyebrow.

                “I said ‘I’m seeing a lot of blame being thrown around but no solutions’.”

                “You want a solution?” Giuseppe answers with anger before walking behind his desk. “Alright, I got a solution for your ass.” He says digging into his drawer, TrailBlazer’s eyes widening. Giuseppe places a portable radio transceiver on his table as TrailBlazer softly exhales. “Take this radio. If anything remotely looks like a spider, call it in.” He states. “I’m putting together a special task force that uses this radio’s frequency,” Giuseppe explains. “I was going to lead the investigation myself but why do that when you have all the super powers.”

                “See?” TrailBlazer starts, taking the radio. “Solutions.”

                “Now get the hell out of my office.” Giuseppe orders.

                “Ok, gladly.” TrailBlazer complies, starting to walk for the door.

                “And if that radio breaks, it’s coming out of your paycheck.” Giuseppe adds as TrailBlazer turns around, mouth agape. “Get the hell out of my office before I fasten your black ass to a chair.” Giuseppe threatens as TrailBlazer exhales before turning around and heading out. TrailBlazer closes Giuseppe’s door and heads down the hallway towards the exit to the back of the station. He presses the door open walking out onto the parking lot, cool breezes blowing by.

                “How you doing, Boopie?” A woman’s, playful, voice sounds off behind him. TrailBlazer turns around to see a woman smiling and sitting on the roof of the station, swinging her legs.

              The woman’s skin is a pure white. She’s wearing a pitch black, full body unitard with an inverted heart-shaped cleavage window. Over her tights, she’s wearing a neck-high, pure red, corset, with thin vertical black trim, that pushes up her bust. On her lower body, she sports a white, small pouched, utility belt that wraps around her small pair of matching red, spandex short-shorts. Her red heeled boots are knee-high and she has a pair of red gloves with white trim around the opening, on her hands. Her face is round, her nose is small and pointed and her lips are thin and a distracting red to match the rest of her outfit. She’s also wearing a black domino mask over her eyes and has very shiny, wavy, brown hair that hangs down to her butt.

               “Hey, Queen,” TrailBlazer says in a low tone. “I’m alright.”

               ”I don’t believe you,” She starts. “You’re not as red as you usually are when you see me.” She explains before extending her hand between her legs for TrailBlazer to take. “Come up here and tell me what’s the matter, baby.” She offers, softly. TrailBlazer sighs before running up the side of the precinct and taking Queen’s hand. She pulls him up with ease and places him on her lap. TrailBlazer’s eyes lower as he scoots off her lap, sitting next to her. “Aww.” She says in disappointment.

               “I’m sure you’ve heard of that spider guy running around town causing trouble.” TrailBlazer starts.

               “Oh no, not spiders! You have arachnophobia.” She states, worried.

                “Yeah, and I can count on three hands how many fucks The Chief gives. And now I’m on a man-hunt to find that ugly bastard.”

                “Giuseppe?”

                “What? No! Tyrantula.” TrailBlazer corrects with a confused look on his face. “That fucker pinned me and I blasted him right in the face with my heat vision but it burned my contacts in the process so I couldn’t see anymore.”

                “Aww, not your contacts, again.” Queen tells, sincerely.

                “Yep…” TrailBlazer says.

                “Well, I don’t think it’s fair that you have to find something you’re afraid of so I’m going to help you find him.” She insists, determined.

                “But I thought you didn’t want to be my partner.” TrailBlazer tells, puzzled.

                “This isn’t about being your partner, it’s about me making sure you don’t face your fears alone.” She clarifies.

                “I appreciate it but I can’t have you help me on this one.” He rejects as she looks at him with animosity.

                “Why not? Is there a ho that’s going to help you ‘on this one’?” Queen questions, squinting.

                “What? No!” TrailBlazer assures. “If I find thi-”

                “Good.” She states with a straight face as he stares back at her with a slight squint for a short bit.

                “…If I find this guy,” He slowly continues. “I’ll have to call it in.” He explains. “Which means if you’re there when Giuseppe’s new task force comes in, I’m going to have to take you in too.”

                “I’m sure you didn’t give your boss your cell phone number to contact this ‘ho force’.” Queen says, certain.

                “No.” He answers

                “Good, because you haven’t given me your number, yet.” She states. “So what are you using to call them in?” She asks before TrailBlazer digs into his utility belt. He pulls out the transceiver, closing the pouch.

                “This.” He shows her as she places both her hands on her cheeks flabbergasted.

                “Ooo! Can I see it?!” She asks

                “No…” He denies.

                “Aww come on, I’m not going to break it.” Queen prods, smiling.

                “I never said you were and now it’s a definite ‘no’.” He states placing back into his belt.

                “Fine.” Queen, submits, crossing her arms, pouting. “Well, now we’re never going to find Tyrantula.” She adds.

                “How is using my radio going to help us find Tyrantula?” TrailBlazer quizzes as Queen grins.

                “What do tarantulas eat?” Queen questions.

                “I don’t know, little black boys?” TrailBlazer shrugs.

                “No, that’s racist. Try again.” She insists.

                “Radios?” TrailBlazer answers, unsure.

                “No, that’s techist.” She corrects.

                “Queen!” TrailBlazer chastises.

                “Tarantulas eat bugs.” She finally educates.

                “What are you getting at?” TrailBlazer asks.

                “If tarantulas eat bugs then high chance Tyrantula’s tap-dancing in the Keenston Forest where all the bugs are.” She clarifies, smiling wide.

                “Tap dancing?” TrailBlazer questions, squinting.

                “Yeah, so all we have to do is lure him out and I know just how to do it.” She tells with a mischievous smile, standing up.

                “How?” TrailBlazer asks, standing up as well.

                “First, I’ll need your walkie talkie.” She states holding her hand out.

                “For what?” TrailBlazer queries, skeptical, as Queen lets out a loud groan.

                “Do you want to catch Tyrantula or not?” She crosses her arms, holding one hand out.

                “Fine!” TrailBlazer succumbs, digging back into his utility belt. He holds the radio over her hand then reluctantly drops it into her hand.

                “Thank-ie kindly!” She appreciates. Without hesitation, she throws the tech onto the ground and stomps it under her boot. TrailBlazer freaks out, placing his hands on his head.

                “WHAT THE FUCK, QUEEN!?” He bursts.

                “Shhh… shhhh.” She says, placing her gloved finger to his thick lips. “That’s the first step.” She tells removing her finger. “Now your boss won’t get mad for not calling him.”

                “Yeah, but that shit comes out of my paycheck!” He illuminates, pissed, as she realizes.

                “Oh… I’m sorry.” She apologizes as she turns her back to him, stepping backwards into his arms. “So what are you going to do to me for breaking your toy, TrailBlazer? She seductively asks, kicking away pieces of the transceiver. “Are you going to break me?” She asks as she presses her butt into him.

                “What? No! I’m mad at you. Let’s just go.” He states as she giggles with glee.

                “Aww, okay. But take me home first?” She asks.

                “You mean to that abandoned hospital you said I’m not allowed to go inside of? What for?” TrailBlazer asks.

                “I can give you something there that might help your vision problem.” She explains as TrailBlazer’s eyebrow raises.

                “Queen, that’s never helped my vision before.” He says with emphases making her giggle again.

                “Not that, silly… that’s for later. I have been working on something there that’ll help your vision.” She explains before jumping into his arms. “Carry me?” She asks, looking up at him with her big brown eyes as he sighs out of inevitable affection.

                “Alright.” He says looking down at her with a grin. “Just hold on tight, okay?”

                “YAY!” She cheers. “Kisses?” She asks, batting her eyes and making him chuckle a bit.

                “Come here, girl.” He orders as he leans down but soon stops. “Just one, okay?” He adds as she nods with agreement. TrailBlazer gently presses his soft lips to hers, holding her firmly in his arms. She moans a bit as they detach their lips from one another. Holding his queen, firmly, TrailBlazer hops off the roof and lands without struggle. “WEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!” She cheers as TrailBlazer takes off down the road, leaving a trail of dust.

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TRAILBLAZER - THE SCORCHING SPRINTER EPISODE 1: A VENOMOUS ENCOUNTER

          IN PERCEPTION CITY’S DOWNTOWN DISTRICT: ACUITY…

               “ARGH!” TrailBlazer groans loudly as he’s thrown into a car, kicking up glass all over the ground. TrailBlazer is African American, his skin is a light brown and his body is well toned. His eyes are dark brown with soft-angled eyebrows and his hair is permed and slicked into the style of a pompadour. TrailBlazer’s high-top running shoes are a shiny grey with red trim around the bottom with black trim above the red trim that possess red shoe strings. His pants are black and with a thick, red, trim down the sides of the legs. His utility belt is primarily grey with red trim on the pouches, with flex cuffs attached. His shirt is a matching pure red with a symbol on his chest.

              The symbol is a black inverted triangle with a red inverted triangle within it, with a thick black “T” within the red triangle.

              Over his pure red shirt is a pitch black, fitted, fire retardant, leather jacket with the collar popped that cuts off at his utility belt showing off the large silver, gleaming, inverted-triangle, buckle, with his symbol plated on it. Along the arms of the jacket, there’s red trim flowing down it, matching the pants. He’s wearing black gloves with special grips on the finger tips with a thermochromic “T” on the back of the hand that’s glowing red and a black domino mask.

              Some pedestrians run and scream for their lives as other pedestrians record the action on their phones, hiding behind vehicles. TrailBlazer looks up in minor pain then his eyes expand before he speeds out of the way, dodging a thrown car that soon crashes onto the one he just extracted himself from. Sliding, TrailBlazer presses his hand to the ground, skidding to a stop.

              “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU?!” TrailBlazer thunders, avoiding eye contact as arachnid lets out a growl.

              “I’M TYRANTULA!” The monster hisses.

              Tyrantula has brown undercut hair with a trimmed full beard. His eyes are pitch black and his top canine teeth are brown, exceptionally large and furry that hang down to his chin. He’s wearing a grey tank top, showing off his hairy arms and chest, with blue jeans and black work boots. Tyrantula hisses as he runs at TrailBlazer. TrailBlazer’s skin reddens with heat as Tyrantula throws a punch. TrailBlazer spins off the man’s arm and sends his searing fist into Tyrantula’s stomach. Tyrantula grunts but he quickly grabs TrailBlazer’s arm and throws TrailBlazer over his shoulder and a far ways down the street. TrailBlazer tumbles across the ground, rolling violently before sliding to a stop.

              “Ugh… son of a bitch.” TrailBlazer moans to himself. Tyrantula runs down the street, full speed, towards TrailBlazer as TrailBlazer stands up, recollecting himself. TrailBlazer notices Tyrantula then sprints towards him as well, TrailBlazer’s skin still red with heat. With a little distance between them, TrailBlazer looks away, throwing a punch but is tackled hard, his skin reverting back to normal again. Pinned by the arachnid, TrailBlazer looks up to see Tyrantula coming down for a bite with his dripping fangs.

              “UGGHHH NONONONONO!” TrailBlazer panics “AHHHHRRGGHHH!!!” TrailBlazer screams in terror as he holds Tyrantula at bay with his forearm to Tyrantula’s throat. Struggling, Tyrantula hisses as his fangs start to drip with more green discharge that leaks onto TrailBlazer’s cheek and mouth. TrailBlazer, panicking and looking away, repeatedly punches Tyrantula in the face area with his free hand. Tyrantula brushes off the punches and slowly start to lower on TrailBlazer, overpowering him. “ARRRAAAAHHHHHH!” TrailBlazer screams as Tyrantula’s fangs slowly start to pierce TrailBlazer’s shoulder. TrailBlazer’s eyes expand before they begin to emit a red glow. TrailBlazer lets out a scream as a beam if of heat blasts from his eyes, shooting into the sky while scorching a portion of Tyrantula’s face. Tyrantula screeches as he quickly backs off of TrailBlazer, holding his burnt face.

              TrailBlazer closes his eyes as the glow fades behind his eye lids. Getting up off the ground, TrailBlazer clenches his bleeding shoulder, squinting. “Fuck, not again!” He exclaims to himself as he looks around at the blurry world before spotting a blurred dot leaping into the air. The dot lands on a building’s side and begins crawling across it. TrailBlazer, dirty and bleeding, wipes the venom from his mouth before rolling his shoulder.

              “Ah, hell.” TrailBlazer yells before he takes off after the monster. TrailBlazer sprints up the building, closing the gap between them. Tyrantula turns his head with a hiss, psyching TrailBlazer making TrailBlazer jump over Tyrantula and towards another building. TrailBlazer bursts through the window of an apartment and rolls on the floor as a man and woman lying in their bed scream in terror.

              “WHOA WHOA! GUYS! I’M SO SORRY! I’LL PAY FOR THE WINDOW!” TrailBlazer promises, inching his way towards the window and holding his bleeding shoulder. “I’ll let you guys get back to it, then.” TrailBlazer tells before sliding the broken window up and stepping outside onto the fire escape. Closing the window, TrailBlazer looks around for the beast but the foggy world has nothing to. TrailBlazer lets out a sigh before he leaps off the fire escape and onto the ground. Citizens stare and point at him, some smiling, some in awe. TrailBlazer spots a couple before speeding to them, squinting.

              “Hey, you guys haven’t seen a muscular man crawling the sides of buildings around here by any chance, have you?” TrailBlazer asks as the citizen shakes her head.

              “I haven’t! Are we going to be ok, TrailBlazer!?” The woman panics as others around listen.

              “NO NO!” TrailBlazer reassures. “You’re going to be fine. Just let the police know if you see anything weird like that, ok?” He tells with a smile.

              “Are you going to be ok, TrailBlazer? Oh my god, Look at your shoulder!” The man asks, looking at TrailBlazer hold his bleeding shoulder.

              “Yeah, I’ll be fine, nothing some ointment won't fix. Thanks.“ TrailBlazer assures still smiling. He turns holding his shoulder and takes off down the street. Running, he sprints up the side of a tall building and hops over the top. Rolling on the roof he continues to the other end but he starts to blink his eyes quickly as his vision worsens. “Oh shit…” He says to himself out of surprise before he collapses onto his hands and knees.

              Breathing heavy and sweating, he digs into one of the pouches on his utility belt. Starting to foam at the mouth and choking, he pulls out a metal case, falling onto his stomach. He shakenly opens the case exposing a syringe with a cloudy liquid inside. TrailBlazer removes the syringe, weakly, gargling, attempting to breathe. He sluggishly jabs the needle into his neck then pushes the cloudy liquid into is veins.

              “ARRGAAAAAHHHH!” Logan screams as his skin reddens. “SON OF A BITCH! ARRRGGHHH!” He exclaims in pain, pupils dilating. He pounds the roof in agony as he gets up to his knees, now pounding the roof with both fists. Breathing heavy, the foam around his mouth starts to disappear as he grits his teeth. His skin reverts back to normal as he rests on his forearms and knees, veins popping out of his neck. Still hyperventilating, he falls over onto his back, lying there, catching his breath.

              “Holy Hell…” TrailBlazer mutters to himself, exhaling as he lets the syringe roll out of his hand. He slowly starts to get up to his feet, groaning as he ascends. He rolls his shoulder but doesn’t flinch. “I’m never taking that shit again!” He states to himself as he starts to walk across the roof top. “Shit… what the fuck was that thing?” TrailBlazer asks himself. “Had to be a fucking spider, ain’t that about a bitch. Now I can’t see… it’s not like I have a hundred other problems to deal with.” He continues. He walks over to the edge and places his hands on the edge, looking down at the city. As he scans, he sees blurry, blaring lights street-level. “Oh shit, Giuseppe is going hand me my ass on a plastic plate for this one.” He says to himself before speeding off.

                                             MINUTES LATER…

              TrailBlazer speeds to a stop within a nearby alley between an underwear store and the remains of a building that has been caught on fire recently. There are workers within the decimated building, throwing out all the charred rubble. TrailBlazer walks to a dumpster then digs underneath it. He pulls out a black, leather shoulder bag and starts to walk off deeper into the darkness of the alley. He speeds out of the other side of the alley with the bag around his shoulder. Running at unbelievable speeds, he leans his body forward then throws his hands behind himself, picking up more speed.

              Zooming down the roads of Perception, he drops onto his left knee and left gloved hand and starts to drift left around the corner. Using his knee for balance and the grips on his glove for control, he swings right around the corner, then zips off down the yellow line that divides the traffic. After a short while of sprinting and drifting, he speeds into a nearby alleyway. Soon after winds are heard within the darkness. Soon after, he walks out of the shadows in a white collared shirt with a few top buttons undone and the sleeves folded up to his biceps, blue jeans and black boots. Instead of a pompadour, his hair is in the style of a quiff. “Good thing I keep spare contacts in my bag.” He says to himself soon after walking out of the alley. He steps across and stares up at the hospital before exhaling.

                                LATER INSIDE OF A HOSPITAL ROOM…

              “Hey, Logan.” An average-build African American man softly tells TrailBlazer, lying under the covers in a hospital bed. His skin tone is a medium brown, he has some wrinkles around the mouth and eye areas. He possesses a greyish-black full beard around his thick lips and a small black cottony afro. He’s wearing a white gown, with a few cords hooked up to him. There are light bruises over his eyes, his bottom lip is minorly swollen along with his cheeks and there is a cast on one of his arms

              “Hey, Dad,” Logan responds with a smile, sitting in a chair next to the bed. “How you doing?”

              “Well, my back hurts, my knees hurt, my arms hurt. And as always, the food here tastes like ass and the nurses here aren’t as sexy as the ones on T.V.” Logan’s dad says.

              “So you’re doing better?” Logan asks with a grin.

              “If ‘better’ mean doing the same.” He answers as Logan grins.

              “Better than doing worse.“ Logan tells.

              “But it’s worse than doing better.” Logan’s dad counters as Logan’s grin disappears.

              “Dad, has there been anyone here that’s weirded you out or…” Logan asks as his dad thinks.

              “No, why?” He asks.

              “I don’t want that guy that attacked you, to find out where you are.” Logan tells, worried.

              “I’m going to be fine, Logan. I have faith that either the P.C.P.D. is going to catch that asshole, or TrailBlazer is.”

              “I worry, Dad.” Logan answers as he exhales, saddened. “Sometimes I don’t think TrailBlazer can beat that guy.”

              “Well, he was able to stop the bastard from killing me. Of course, Glacier Comics burned down in the process, but like I said, I’m just happy to be walking on dirt, then to have dirt walking on me.” He tells before Logan starts staring down at nothing. Logan’s dad takes notice of his son being distracted. “I’m going to be fine, ok, boy?” Logan’s dad assures.

              “Yeah.” Logan tells looking back up at his dad.

              “So how you been?” He asks.

              “Oh, yeah, I’ve been O-“ Behind his dad and out the window Logan sees a shadowed human-like figure, wearing a hoody, standing in front of the setting sun on a higher building across the street. Logan's eyes widen as he rushes around his dad’s bed.

              “What?” His dad asks, confused. “What?” Logan stumbles over to the window, distraught. He looks out the window to see no one there.

              “What the fuck?...” Logan whispers to himself.

              “What the hell is it, boy?” His dad blurts. Logan stands there in the window, staring out of it.

              “Nothing… just a weird looking bird,” Logan tells his father. “It was small but fat in the face.”

              “Well, you acted like that bird was carrying a sexy nurse or somethin’.” His dad tells as Logan lets out a weak chuckle. “I was two seconds of telling you to send that bird my way.”

              “Sorry.” Logan apologizes turning around. “So what’s your plans for today?” Logan asks before sitting back down next to his dad with a smile.

              “You’re a funny son of a bitch, you know that?” His dad tells with his eyebrows low.

              “Thank you, thank you, I’ll be here-” Logan looks at his watch. “For about five minutes.” TrailBlazer announces.

              “Why five minutes?” His dad questions. “Gotta go to work?”

    ��         “Yeah, but I’m also preparing to get chewed out by my boss, too.” Logan tells a little uneasy.

              “What you do?” His dad asks.

              “Let’s just say, I screwed up real bad on a delivery.”

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REAPER - THE VICIOUS VIGILANTE EPISODE 1: CHASING A TALL TALE

                   SOMEWHERE IN THE MOONLIT CITY OF VITALITY…

              “PLEASE DON’T DO THIS!” A suited man pleads being dangled off the edge of a building by Reaper.

              Reaper’s wearing a pair of black, full-body pair of armored tights. Around his waist is a black utility belt that holsters two dark blue collapsible sickles. On his back, there is a long black pole that is held in place, diagonally, by a staff holster. Over his tights is a slim, dark blue, padded vest that extends to his shoulders, dark blue gloves that extend up to his forearms with black arm gauntlets and dark blue boots. Over his outfit is a large, dark blue, cloak, which is heavily torn at the bottom that possesses the ominous hood that shadows his skull mask. “I’LL GIVE YOU MONEY, DRUGS, WOMEN! ANYTHING!” The man fearfully promises.

              “Where’s Mags?!” Reaper thunders through his angry skull mask and demented voice.

              “I DON’T KN-“ Reaper drops the man but quickly catches him. “AHRRGH!” The man squeals.

              “Does that jog your memory? Because it does mine… and I’m remembering that it’s probably your time to die next.”

              “HE’S AT LE TALON’S TURKEYS! HE’S AT LE TALON’S TURKEYS!”

              “Which one? They’re a chain!”

              “On 2nd street!” He screams in terror.

              “Thank you.” Reaper throws the man to the ground behind him then stands over him. “If you are lying to me, I will come back for you.” He says, turning and walking to the edge. He steps off the building, wind flowing through his cloak before he lands, minorly denting the ground. He retracts his mask into his hood before taking off running into a shadowed alley.

              Reaper’s skin is a pure white. His face is a sharp, with noticeable cheekbones and deep blue eyes. He has a thin, short, nose and his lips are thin, white and straight.

              After a moment of silence, a motorcycle engine is heard within the alley, then a huge light beams from within the shadows. Reaper zooms out of the alley on his high-tech motorcycle, turns into the street, skidding, then takes off down the road.

                                                     LATER…

              Reaper turns and parks his cycle across the street in an alley before jumping off. He walks to the edge of the alley and scrutinizes the inside of the restaurant. He spots a man wearing a navy blue suit and tie sitting with a set of blonde twin women dressed in red silk dresses. He backs into the alley getting some distance from the restaurant. He takes off tremendously fast then leaps out the alley extremely high, clearing the entire restaurant, landing with a roll behind it. He walks to the back door and flicks his wrist causing a blade to unsheathe from his gauntlet. He shoves the blade into the crack of the door and slides down quickly, breaking the latch.

               He reaches into his utility belt and pulls out a spherish object with a gripped top. He twists the top then places the device on the ground. Soon after an electric popping sound is heard inside the restaurant along with a few gasps and screams. Reaper presses his fingers to the side of his eye mask, activating night vision before he runs into the restaurant. Jumping over cooking tables and around the blind, panicking employees, he finally reaches the dining area. Looking around, he doesn’t see Mags anywhere. He slowly walks through the dark, panic-filled restaurant, looking under the tables but doesn’t see him or his girlfriends. Tires screech outside alarming Reaper as he sprints for the front doors of the restaurant. Reaper bursts through them and looks down the road to see a sedan speeding through the streets. Reaper zips for the alley across the street and jumps on his bike, taking off soon after.

               Flying through the streets, he dodges traffic left and right. Keeping his eyes on the speeding vehicle, he continues to near-miss other cars and trucks. Catching up to Mags’s car, Mags’s back windows roll down and the two girls pop their bodies out the window with modern Thompson Submachine Guns and begin firing off bullets in Reaper’s direction. Reaper’s skull mask slides over his face as the bullets penetrate his body, the road and vehicles surrounding him. Vehicles swerve off road to avoid the incoming fire. The girls throw their empty magazines at Reaper before they place another mag into their guns. One of the magazines hit Reaper’s mask as he increases speed. Bullets continue to fly causing drivers to swerve out of the way again. One of the swerving vehicles turns into Reaper’s motorcycle, causing Reaper to go flying off the bike far down the road. Falling, he finally hits the ground, hard, tumbling on his side. He uses the momentum to get up to his feet and takes off sprinting. Limbs moving at extraordinary speeds, he zooms through the streets of Vitality, keeping up with Mags’s car.

               Reaper, dashing along the yellow line of the streets, is still being shot at by the, now, panicking girls. Reaper reaches into his belt and flings a throwing knife into the tire of the speeding car. The girls retract their bodies into the car as they drive through a chain-link fence and into the parking lot of an abandoned steel mill. The car veers off and collides with a lamp pole and sits there with a smoking hood. The battered, bleeding girls open the door, groaning, one holding her head and the other holding her shoulder. They see Reaper standing behind the car, staring at them.

               “Kill me, Grim Reaper!” One thunders with a raspy voice. “But leave my sister out of this!” She orders. Reaper walks to the chatty twin as the other looks on with pain and fear. Reaper gawks down at her with his livid skull mask. “She’s only doing this because of me! Please don’t take my sis- AHCK!” Reaper grabs the girl by the throat and lifts her with ease off the ground. She chokes as he lowers her face to face with him, holding her tight as the other girl witnesses her sister being strangled.

               “You’re in no position to make demands. I know your faces, I know your fears. I will come for you if I ever see you again.” He promises before tossing her to the ground behind him. The other twin runs over to her sister and gently helps her up to her feet. They gawk at Reaper before taking off running. Reaper walks to the front door of the car and rips the door off the hinges, flinging it far across the parking lot. He grabs the bleeding Mags by the suit jacket and throws him out and onto the ground. “There are dozens upon dozens of missing people, Mags, and I demanded that you free them.”

               “Ahrgh! Please! I’m ju-ACK!” Mags yells as Reaper grips him by his neck then lifts him off the ground.

               “I told you that I would kill you if those missing people weren’t released back to their families.” Reaper states. “And yet you up your security.”

               “I’m just… a… decoy….” He weakly states, bleeding excessively from his nose.

               “Doesn’t matter what you are... you’ve crossed paths with me for the last time.” Reaper responds, tightening his grip. Mags shakenly lifts his hand and points behind Reaper. Reaper turns his head and is back-handed extremely hard, sending him and Mags flying across the parking lot. Reaper and Mags both land on the ground but Reaper quickly gets up to his feet.

              Reaper leers at Czech American man whose body is made of pure shining steel. The man has steel, feathered hair a bold nose, squinted eyes, thin lips and a strong chin. He’s wearing a pair of overalls but folded down to his waist and a pair of brown work boots.  The steel man is walking towards Reaper, his steps vibrating off the ground from his mass.

              “What the hell?” Reaper says to himself, staring.

              “So, you’re the man who’s been wanting to release the workers.” The man states, still walking.

               “I’m no man…” Reaper responds, clenching his fists.

               “Those workers will continue to burn the furnace and I, Joe Magarac, will build that railroad from Frisco and back and down to Mexico. You will not stop me from being their hero.” He states with a livid expression.

               “Not if I kill you first.” Reaper states as he takes the staff off his back and flicks out the scythe blade.

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STAR BRIGHT - THE FIRST SON OF LIGHT EPISODE 1: ANOTHER DAY IN THE SKIES. Shout out to ryan-royal for their artwork. check them out at http://ryan-royale.tumblr.com/

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STAR BRIGHT - THE FIRST SON OF LIGHT EPISODE 1: ANOTHER DAY IN THE SKIES

                INSIDE OF A PENTHOUSE SUITE IN CHARISMA, CITY…

               “I’m glad you had a good time too, Natina.” Hunter says into his phone, sitting at a table covered with papers and a monitor in front of him. Hunter has blond, short, neat, feathered hair. His eyes are dark grey, his nose is sharp, and his lips are thin and pink. The light stubble on his chin extends all the way to his upper jaw. Hunter’s wearing a blue shirt with “Gordax The Eater” written on it in bloody font, light blue jeans and white sneakers.

               ~By the by, are you coming in to work today?~ Natina asks, worried.

               “No, I’m coming in to work, I just have a few errands to take care of here at home.” He tells.

               ~A few errands.~ Natina asks with skepticism in her voice.

               “Yeah, more personal errands.” He adds, grinning.

               ~You know you also have T.E.S.T. Labs to run too, right?~

              “Yeah, I know, but this can’t wait, ok?” He continues as he takes the phone from his ear and places it onto the table. “I assure you Natina, this is extremely important.” He says to the phone as he starts to type. “You hear that, that’s the sound of hard work at home.” He states, proudly.

               ~Alright, Hunter. I’m in traffic right now, so just be sure to take the back roads so you can make it there before me. The last thing you want to do is make your mom mad for being late, again.~  Natina says through the speaker.

               “Me and my mom are on great terms.” Hunter tells as he starts typing on the keyboard.

               ~…That’s why I said, ‘the last thing you want to do is make your mom mad, again’.~ Natina reiterates.

               “I know.” Hunter answers as he uses his mouse to scroll down the screen, distracted.

               ~What’s A squared plus B squared?~ Natina asks.

               “I know, babe.” Hunter answers, diverted.

               ~I knew you weren’t listening.~ Natina says. ~What are you distracted with, Hunter?~ She asks as there’s no answer. ~Hunter?~ She asks as Hunter snaps back to reality.

               “Oh, I’m sorry, sweetheart.” Hunter apologizes.

               ~Please, Hunter, don’t make the same mistakes again. That’s all I’m trying to tell you.” Natina adds sincerely. Hunter stops scrolling and sighs.

               “Alright, Natina. I’ll come to work on time.” Hunter complies. Steps are heard behind Hunter as he quickly sets his phone to “mute”. Hunter turns in his chair to a shining metal man whose skin is a complete chrome-silver with a well-toned body. He sports short organic brown hair in the style of a brush cut. He has a subtle nose, thin lips, and turquoise eyes. Instead of toes, his feet are angular-shaped and he’s wearing a distinctive, bright, teal cape.

               “What’s going on Ma-“

               ~I’m happy that you understand.~ Natina continues speaking through the phone as Hunter jumps a bit. He grabs his phone and unmutes it.

              “Yes sweetheart, I’ll see you in a bit, love you, kiss kiss!” He quickly says before hanging up the phone. He puts the phone on the table and turns in his chair, back to Max.

              “What’s going on, Max?” Hunter asks.

              “Hunter, There is a situation at T.E.S.T. Labs. According to police radios, there is a man on the roof of T.E.S.T. Labs and is contemplating suicide.” Max tells.

              “WHAT? Shit ok, I’m going!” Hunter bursts before rushing out of his chair. On his monitor, there is a long list of collectible monster cards with “Zodiac Combatants Home Page” at the top. He rushes to the black leather couch that sits in front of a widescreen T.V and searches around the expensive coffee table. “Where’s my Suitpack, Max?” Hunter asks, distraught.

“It’s on the balcony, by the pool” Max informs as Hunter rushes for the sliding glass doors on the other end of the room.

                “I’LL REACH YOU ON THE COMMS IN A BIT!” Hunter preps as he opens the sliding doors and runs onto the huge balcony. There is a large swimming pool with 2 chairs, umbrellas and dry folded towels next to it. Hunter spots a black metallic backpack next to the towels and sprints to it. Putting it over his shoulders. He crosses his arms over his body, pressing his thumbs against the straps. The backpack activates, starting to scale over Hunter’s body in an exoskeletal battle suit. After the suit covers Hunter’s entire body, his visor descends over his entire face as the star on his chest emits a bright yellow glow. Star Bright runs and leaps over the edge of the balcony as his back boosters explode, rocketing Star Bright into the deep blue sky as Max watches from the glass doors.

“How are the officers doing?” Star Bright asks in his British accent, soaring through the skies.

~They have not been effective.~ Max answers. ~He has not moved since our conversation.

                “Shet, hopefully I can chat him down.”

MOMENTS LATER…

“Max, I’m approaching T.E.S.T. Labs, let me know if anything changes.” Star Bright requests, slowing in speeds to the tallest building in Charisma.

              ~Affirmative.~ Max answers. Flying down from the skies, Star Bright approaches T.E.S.T. Labs. The Building is in an “H” shape with a beautiful courtyard outside, complete with a fountain spewing water around a statue of Earth with benches surrounding it. Surrounding the front of T.E.S.T. Labs are a huge line of police cars and officers holding back bystanders with yellow barricades along with a few choppers hovering around the top.

              “You don’t have to jump, sir. You have plenty to live for!” An officer yells into his megaphone. Everyone on the ground spots Star Bright and chatters as some point as soon as they see him. Star Bright spots the dot on the edge of one of the rooftops and descends to their level. Star Bright’s visor rises just above his mouth as he and the man lock eyes. The choppers flying around the building begin to back off a bit, their sound waning in volume.

              The man is Caucasian. He has brown feathered hair, a 5’o clock shadow and shades that cover his eyes. His nose his bold, his lips are thin and his chin is strong. He’s wearing a dark red long sleeved shirt and dark red pants and boots. He’s also wearing a matching dark red backpack.

              “Hey.” Star Bright starts, sincerely, levitating.

              “Hey.” The man answers with a saddened face.

              “Is it ok if a float here?” Star Bright asks with a grin.

              “Yeah… yeah.” The man answers with a slight grin of his own.

              “AH! I just made you smile, so now you have to tell me what’s wrong!” Star Bright tells, smiling.

              “My job. My family. My life…” He answers.

              “Where do you work?” Star asks.

              “I’m not permitted to tell you.” He answers.

              “And I’m guessing since you work for a secret organization, I’m guessing that’s how you lost your family?” Star Bright sleuths.

              “What do you think?” He answers

              “I’m… I’m sorry.” Star Bright genuinely tells.

              “It’s fine…” The man answers.

              “It is?” Star Bright asks.

              “No, but since I can still smile, I guess it isn’t that bad.” The man says.

              “Don’t say that. Just because you smile doesn’t mean you’re ok all of a sudden. I’m not trying to tell you that you can never be happy, but a smile doesn’t mean all your problems are minuscule. You have legit reasons for being upset or you wouldn’t be upset in the first place, chap. But that doesn’t mean you have to go it alone.” Star Bright extends his hand. “Come on, let’s get you some help. I’ll even fly you down.” Star Bright tells. The man exhales and walks over to Star Bright.

              “So, you’re the famous Star Bright huh?” The man asks as Star Bright smiles proudly.

              “Yeah, I am.” Star Bright answers as he and the man grip each other’s hand. “And you are?”

              “Yo Mama.” He answers with a smirk. Star Bright looks on in confusion before his suit deactivates.

              “What the FUCK!?” Star Bright blurts as he plummets towards the ground as bystanders and officers scream and run for cover. “MAX! MAX! CAN YOU HEAR ME! MAX!” Star Bright calls but there is no answer. Winds grow louder as Star Bright continues to fall to his fate.

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OFFICIAL LAUNCH!

TODAY IS THE LAUNCH OFFICIAL LAUNCH OF THE VOLATILE UNIVERSE SERIES! WE HERE AT THE VU STUDIOS CANNOT CONTAIN OUR EXCITEMENT!

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REAPER - THE VICIOUS VIGILANTE PRELUDE: BEST SEVERED COLD

                             SOMEWHERE IN ESPADA, MEXICO…

               “Gotta hurry.” Reaper says to himself as he zips through the daytime traffic on his black and blue trimmed high-tech motorcycle.

               Reaper is a pure white-skinned man with a black domino mask and an ominous dark blue hood, shadowing his face. His face is sharp, with noticeable cheekbones and deep blue eyes. He has a thin, short, nose and his lips are thin, white and straight.

               Reaper’s wearing a pair of black, full-body pair of armored tights. Around his waist is a black utility belt that holsters a small dark blue collapsible sickle. On his back, there is a long, black, pole that is held in place, diagonally, by a black holster. Over his tights is a slim, dark blue, padded vest that extends to his shoulders, dark blue gloves that extend to his forearms with black arm gauntlets and dark blue boots. Over his outfit is a large, dark blue, cloak, which is heavily torn at the bottom that possesses the ominous hood.

               After a short while of riding through the streets, Reaper looks over to see Vivacity Airport filled with airplanes, trucks, and workers. He eyes a suited, slender, Caucasian man with his arm in a cast walking from a cascade of black sedans to a luxury jet. Reaper rides towards the entrance gate to the airport as two security guards watch in concern then flinches as Reaper burst through the gate. Reaper turns and zooms towards the jet as the man looks over his shoulder and sees the vigilante rushing towards him. His eyes expand before he frantically rushes onto the jet.

               “Shit! He’s on the jet!” Reaper states stressed. Suited men standing next to the cascade of sedans pull out their handguns and SMGs from their coat pockets. Reaper’s skull mask slides down and locks over his face as bullets hit his motorcycle and the ground around him.

                As Reaper continues to ride, he lifts his feet onto the seat of the motorcycle, balancing himself on it. Bullets fly past Reaper, just missing him as he leaps off his bike and lands on the back wing the jet. As he lands on it, he forcefully digs his fingers into it and pulls himself up onto it. The jet begins to move forward as Reaper hastily jumps from the wing onto the body of the jet. Sprinting along the body of the jet, bullets flying past him. As he rushes along the jet, he’s hit with multiple times with bullets but doesn’t flinch, running with determination.

               Albert, inside the luxury jet with some of his henchmen, looks around warily as he hears the gunfire next to his jet and the stamps above.

               “GO YOU FUCKER! HE’S COMING!” He screams at his pilot as his men look around as well with their weapons drawn

               “I’m tryin-“ The pilot is grabbed through the glass of the cockpit and is effortlessly pulled up and out of the cockpit, shattering the remainder of glass on his way out.

               “SHIT!” Albert yells as he stands and desperately searches the insides of his jacket. Albert unholsters his pistol as he and his man stand there in silence, waiting.

               They continue to aim their guns at the cockpit, Albert breathing heavy with fear. Reaper jumps in through one of the side windows, kicking a guard on his way in. He unholsters collapsible sickles hanging from his belt as everybody in the jet lets off a cascade of bullets in Reapers direction as the lights cut off. The gunfire gives off mirages of Reaper as he zips from screaming man to screaming man, gutting each individual. The gunfire ceases in the entire jet as only hyperventilating is heard. Footsteps a ways away grow louder and louder, heavier and heavier.

               “Please! PLEASE DON’T DO THIS!” Albert’s voice sounds off within the darkness. “PLEASE DON- GAKC!” Albert is cut off as the lights flicker back on with a bloody Reaper holding him by the throat against the ceiling of the jet.

               “I infiltrate your business, I disable dozens upon dozens of your armed men and break your arm.” He starts, his voice demented under the mask while Albert struggles to breathe. “I spare your lives and give you a chance to walk away and you choose to move business here in Mexico.” Reaper states before applying more pressure. “I have no jurisdiction, I have no limitations, and I have no sympathy.”

             “P-please….” Albert begs, holding a tight grip on Reaper’s wrist. Reaper’s skull face stares at Albert before he tosses Albert to the floor. Sitting up on his elbows, Albert holds this throat coughing extremely hard. “T-thank you. I’m going to get out of the game, seriously.” Albert appreciates before Reaper look over his shoulder at the cockpit, seeing the jet running out of road. Reaper looks back down at Albert and stomps down on Albert’s knee, breaking his leg. “AAARRGGHHHHHHHHH!” Albert cries in pain. Holding his leg, Reaper stomps down on Albert’s other leg. “AGHHHHHHHHHH! FUCK!” He bursts.

  “I’ve shown mercy, Albert. But you won’t be walking away from this one.” Reaper says before he turns and walks towards the emergency door of the jet.

               “You can’t leave me in here like this you bastard! YOU THINK KILLING ME IS GOING TO END THE ENTIRE DRUG RING? THERE ARE HUNDREDS OF THOUSANDS OF PEOPLE JUST LIKE ME!” He screams as Reaper stops and looks over his shoulder.

               “I’m going to live a pretty long time, Albert. I should be able to fit all of them into my schedule.” Reaper responds before jumping through the door and landing outside the jet with a swift roll. The jet continues to roll until it teeters off the edge of the walkway and into the deep water. Reaper turns around to Albert’s remaining guards having a gunfight with Mexican police officers and Security. Reaper takes off running at superhuman speeds, limbs becoming a blur.

               The distant vigilante leaps incredibly high into the air towards them. They all continue to shoot but roll out of the way before Reaper lands onto the ceiling of a vehicle, crushing it. While flipping off, Reaper reaches on his back and unholsters a long black stick. As he lands, a large scythe blade pops out. Getting shot, he looks over his shoulder and swings the scythe, slicing a guard across the stomach. The guard screams in terror and pain as his blood leaks onto the concrete as Reaper turns with another swing of his scythe, smacking another guard in the mouth with the staff-end, breaking their jaw while teeth fly from his mouth. That guard falls to the ground, nursing his bleeding, swelling mouth before Reaper spin-flips into the air, coming down with a dismembering downward slice to another guard's arm, causing them to drop their gun and shoot out blood exponentially from their wound, yelling out.

               The bloody Reaper’s hit across the mask but doesn’t flinch as the fist breaks on his cheek. He looks over to the man, nurturing his fist in pain and grabs him by the throat and head butts him extremely hard, cracking his face. falling, the man screeches while holding his bleeding face. Reaper looks back over his shoulder seeing the law enforcement behind their cars, aiming their weapons. Reaper Sprints for his motorcycle before picking it up and taking off.

               “I got to get back to the teleporter.” He tells himself.

                        LATER IN  VITALITY CITY, NORTH AMERICA…

               “Uhg…” The Reaper sighs as he opens a door to an abandoned apartment room with his skull mask retracted in his hood. The ceilings are cracking, paint on the walls are a discolored white and there is an abundance of debris on the floor. Reaper closes the door behind him and only the sun is a source of light that gleams into the small living room. As he passes up the dingy, battered couch, he looks over and sees words written in dry blood spattered on the wall. His eyes expand as he notices and stares at the message: “This Was Written In Rose’s Blood.” Reaper eyes soften as he slowly reaches for the wall. He presses his gloved fingers onto the wall then places his forehead onto it, his eyes closed.

               Standing there, his hand turns into a fist as his teeth start to clench. He screams at the top of his lungs as he reaches back and drives his first through the wall. Leaning into the wall, he extracts his fist with sorrow on his face. He turns and sluggishly makes his way around a corner and down a short, dark hallway. He stops at one of the doors, turns the knob and enters. It is nearly empty as there is only a sheet-less mattress on the floor and a table with one foldable chair and a mobile police scanner. He walks over to the table, pulls out the chair and sits on it. For a while he stares into nothingness, eyes filled with insecurity. Soon after, he reaches over and presses a button on the scanner and radio lights up. He sits there in silence, not moving, staring at the wall. He continues to stare at the wall, not letting his eyes travel around, staying mounted where he is. Waiting, listening, anticipating.

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STAR BRIGHT - THE FIRST SON OF LIGHT PRELUDE: MAN VS FREAK OF NATURE

                              In The Night Sky Of Charisma City…

               “Max, I'm heading down towards the Toxic waste facility now.” Star Bright says into his comm with a British accent as he uses the boosters from his battle suit to fly above the night sky. He’s piloting a black, slim battle suit with flaming exhausts on the back and boots. There is a glowing, yellow, five-point star is in the middle of the chest and back, where each point on the star pulses yellow currents of energy, ending at both sides of the hands, the top and sole of the feet and up both the front and back of the neck. The helmet he’s wearing connects with his suit and has a pitch black visor to protect and conceal his eyes.

               ~Be cautious when you arrive, Star Bright.~ Max replies with a calm but slightly static voice as Star Bright shoots across the skies.

               "Don't worry big guy, I will." Star Bright answers. After a short bit of flying, he slows to a stop, looking down at the facility. He sees a car in the parking lot with smoke rising from it then bullets down towards the situation. "Oh, bloody Hell." He says to himself, distraught. As he lands onto the ground, he surveys the spacious front area of the facility before turning to the car that's flipped over and mildly burning.

               "Max, why haven't the Police showed?" Star Bright asks as he walks the lot, heading towards one of the facility's smaller buildings.

               ~The alarms located at this facility have not been triggered.~ Max explains.

               "Good." Star Bright responds. "If that happens, could you make sure the C.C.P.D. never find their way here?" Star asks, seeing the base of a dislodged lamp post shooting sparks.

               "Affirmative, but wouldn't that hinder you in your efforts to stop The Brute? You will not have anyone here to assist you.~ Max informs

               "Exactly." He answers as he walks up to a mutilated body that appears to be wearing a grey guard outfit. "I don't want anyone else to die because of this thing." He finishes with sorrow in his voice. "Ok, I'm at th-

               Star Bright is abruptly hit with a light pole, sending him flying across the lot and onto the ground with slide, his suit spewing mild sparks as it scrapes across the concrete. He uses boosters soon after to regain control and hover up into the air. He looks around breathing heavily, transforming his right arm into a blaster as his visor lowers and locks over the rest of his face. He looks around aiming his arm cannon but sees nothing in the around him.

                "MAX!? WHERE IS IT!" Star Bright yells in fear, quickly looking around.

                ~It is hard to track The Brutes location but I will continue to survey the fight from surveillance cameras that are set up and try to track his location.~ Max explains as Star Bright looks around, vigilant.

               "That’s not good enou-“ Star's interrupted by a pitch-black furred werewolf-like creature with bright glowing eyes, pouncing on his back. Growling savagely, the creature bites down on Star Bright's shoulder.

               "Gargh! Damnit!" Star Bright grunts before he starts ascending into the air. He uses his boosters on his back to help spin him around at incredible speeds. The Brute flies off Star's back and to the concrete.

               "GIVE ME YOUR SOUL!" Star yells as he flies down for the downed monster. The Brute scurries out of the way and Star lands with a ground-shaking thump, kicking up some gravel. "Damnit, again!" He yells before he's tackled by The Brute and is pinned to the ground.

               The Brute is attempting to bite Star Bright’s face as Star Bright holds his arm out, struggling to keep The Brute at bay. The Brute drools green translucent goo onto his visor, biting for Star’s head. Star Bright shoots a bright yellow beam of energy from his arm cannon, sending The Brute into the air. Twirling in mid-air, The Brute soon lands on all fours, pissed, while Star boosts up to his feet.

               The Brute lets out a ferocious roar before aggressively running towards Star Bright using all fours. Star shoots a beam but The Brute dodges to the side, jumps then swipes his sharp claws across the torso of Star Bright, raking the star-shaped energy core. Star grunts but returns with a hard backhand to the face of The Brute but The Brute returns with a larger backhand to Star, sending him flying back. Star uses his back boosters to stop his trajectory then speeds back to the fight, landing a devastating blow to The Brute' chest with his cannon arms. Upon contact with the chest blow, Star simultaneously blasts The Brute, blasting it back. The Brute lands sliding on its back then tumbles backwards, landing on its feet then presses his claws to the concrete, slowing his backward momentum.

               Star Bright shoots another beam of energy at The Brute but it blocks its face. The Brute gradually moves forward, its fur searing off, exposing dark pink skin underneath. Star keeps the beam focused but The Brute continues to block its face, growling as he advances.

               "Fall you furry!" Star yells in determination burning off more fur. The Balding Brute spins off the beam and sprints for Star Bright, eyes glowing. "NO YOU DON'T" Star yells as he flies backwards, firing his energy beam again. The Brute cuts left and right, avoiding the bright beam of sweltering energy then bounds off the ground, soaring then clutches Star Bright by the ankle. "FUCK!" Star yells as Star Bright aims down for the beast as it pulls itself up enough to reach and bite down on Star's cannon.

                "Chew on this!" Star bursts as he shoots the beam down the beast's throat. The Brute howls and Star Bright yells at the top of his lungs while a huge aura of light surrounds the two, preceding a brief explosion. The explosion shatters the glass on all of the surrounding vehicles as well as the facility windows, blowing a cascade of violent winds and scorching energy, burning the ground beneath them. Soon after, they both fall and collapse to the ground, lying there, motionless.

                ~Star Bright?~ Max calls as Star continues to lie there. ~Star Bright?~ Star Bright's finger twitches a moment later then closes into a fist before he sits up frantically swinging.

               "Give me them cheeks-.." He realizes then looks around, realizing where he is. He stressfully uses his boosters to hover up his feet then looks around, cautious.

               ~Star Brig-

               "Just a sec, Max!" He interrupts before he soon spots The Brute lying down on the ground, smoke rising off his body, missing some fur and not breathing. "Oh no..." Star Bright gasps. "Did I... kill him?"

               ~I'm currently using your visor to observe the situation, I suggest checking for a pulse to make sure The Brute is deceased.~ Max proposes.

               "Ok..." Star Bright answers, uneasy. He steps over to the body but keeps some distance and examines it. "Hello?" He calls, leaning his upper body back before scooting a little closer. "You alive?" Hunter continues, extremely on edge.

               ~Be sure t~

               "ARGGHHHHH!" Star screams in a high pitch before hyperventilating. "MAX, what the hell!?" Star chastises, catching his breath.

               ~My apologies, my intention was not to startle you.~ Max explains.

               "It's ok, Max... it's ok. What were you going to say?" Star Bright asks.

               ~Be sure to place two fingers underneath the jawline to get an effective sign of a pulse.

               "Finger for the pulse. Got it." Star responds nervously. "Ok, pulse, pulse, pulse." He continues inching closer. He gets down on one knee and slowly reaches two fingers for The Brute's neck. He gently places them under the jaw, on the side of the neck. He holds his fingers there for a second then drops his head, exhaling. "He's gone, Max." He relays, disappointed. "Damnit."

               ~It is ok, Star Bright.~ Max consoles. ~He would have passed away due to the radiation levels in his system.~

               "Yeah." Star Bright adds, soft. "But that doesn't mean he doesn't deserve a proper burial." He states before wedging his arms under the carcass. He stands up, holding the beast then takes off into the sky.

               ~Star Bright, your girlfriend is calling your cell phone, should I connect you to her?~

               "Yeah. Go ahead." He answers.

               ~Connecting.~ Max preps.

               "Hello?" He starts with an American Accent

               ~Hunter? Hey.~ A woman voice says on the other end.

               "Hey, Natina. What's up?" He asks.

               ~Well, I know you're busy bossing everyone around at T.E.S.T. Labs and all but I was just wondering if you're still coming over?~

               "Yeah! Yeah, babe, just gotta finish a few more designs I'm working on here and once I'm done, I'll be coming right to you, ok?"

               ~That makes me happy. Can't wait to hang out.~ She tells, with a little excitement in her voice.

               "Yeah, me too. See you soon, Babe." He says with sincerity.

               ~See you soon, Hunter, bye.~ She responds before hanging up. Star Bright continues to fly across the sky, heading towards a forest.

               "I'm sorry, mate," Star Bright states to The Brute in his British accent. "Even though you were seconds from tearing me apart... I can't take that personal, it's not your fault." Star Bright explains. “Still, you have to admit that ‘chew on this’ was a cool line.” Star tells as he stares a little fearful at the animal. “Still, you look terrifying as hel-

               ~Are you talkin~

               "HOLY SHIT, MAX" Hunter exclaims, startled, as he and regains his balance holding The Brute. “Oh my god!”

               ~My apologies.~ Max apologizes.

               "Oh my god!" Star Bright shouts, catching his breath. “Please just prep the suit’s station for when I get back.” He requests.

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                                    The Scorching Sprinter: Prelude

                                                 A Wasp To A Flame

                                      In The Streets Of Perception City…

               “OH SHIT!” TrailBlazer yells as he falls from the sky. TrailBlazer is African American, his skin is a light brown, and his body is well toned. His eyes are dark brown with soft-angled eyebrows and his hair is permed and slicked into the style of a pompadour. TrailBlazer’s high-top running shoes are a shiny grey with red trim around the bottom with black trim above the red trim and possess red shoe strings. His pants are black and with a thick, red, trim down the sides of the legs. His utility belt is primarily grey with red trim on the pouches, with flex cuffs attached. His shirt is a matching pure red with a symbol on his chest.

               The symbol is a black inverted triangle with a red inverted triangle within it, with a thick black “T” within the red triangle. Over his pure red shirt is a pitch black, fitted, fire retardant, leather jacket with the collar popped, that cuts off at his utility belt showing off the large silver, gleaming, inverted-triangle, buckle, with his symbol plated on it. Along the arms of the jacket, there’s red trim flowing down it, matching the pants. He’s wearing black gloves with special grips on the finger tips with a thermochromic “T” on the back of the hand that’s glowing red and a black domino mask.

               As he falls, he lands right on top of a sky scrapper. He zips up to his feet and dusts himself off before looking up into the sky to see a humanoid bug-woman slowly descending. Red wasp has deep red skin with a thin exoskeleton. She’s wearing a yellow crop-top shirt that shows off her brown marking that surrounds her waist, black jeans and black sneakers. She has a pixie-style haircut and large black bug wings, flapping fiercely.

               “I can’t believe you burned me!” Red Wasp shouts in a South American accent, nursing her hand.

               “Who the fuck are you and why the fuck are you attacking me!???” TrailBlazer yells before standing with arms and legs apart, fists clenched and ready to fight.

               “Because you’re mine!” She starts as she holds her hands out. Smiling, her fingernails blacken and grow longer as the tips drip with a glowing green ooze. “Give me that face!” She tells before she bullets directly for him aiming her stingers for TrailBlazer’s face.

              “Oh shit!” TrailBlazer burst, using his super-speed to zip out of the way. Sliding, he presses his hands to the ground to help slow himself to a stop. He regains balance then sprints for her, jumping with a clenched fist. Red Wasp dodges while scraping her stingers across his arm. TrailBlazer grunts as he tumbles to his knees, holding his arm where the jacket is torn.

               “Argh, fuck!” TrailBlazer exclaims as blood trickles down his arm.

               “Do you feel it?” Red Wasp asks. “Tingly, huh?” She taunts before she rocket towards him again. TrailBlazer dashes and jumps towards her but is tackled back to the floor. Straddling him, she grins deviously as she reaches her hand back and swipes her stingers for TrailBlazer’s face. He catches her hand, burns it within his grasp then pulls her down into a speedy headbutt. “Argh!!” She yells flying up and off of him. She shakes her other burnt hand a bit then rubs her head as TrailBlazer makes it to his feet. Flying, she pulls her wings back then flaps them towards TrailBlazer extremely hard, causing a cascade of dust to fly at him.

               “Shit!” TrailBlazer yells as he blocks his face, squinting his eyes. Right after he flinches, Red Wasp comes down with an “Axe Handle” over TrailBlazer’s head then a clasped-handed uppercut sending TrailBlazer up into the air and over the edge of the building. Falling, TrailBlazer opens his eyes and sees his potential fate. “OH SHIT!” He yells before he quickly shifts his weight causing him to fall towards the building. As soon as he’s close he simulates running, connects to the building then sprints down its side. He peers over his shoulder and sees Red Wasp flying down at him. As soon as he hits the ground he jumps for the building across the street, hopping over startled pedestrians, lands on the building then ricochets off towards Red Wasp. With his fist clenched, red with heat, he slams Red Wasp right in the face. Red Wasp gives a cry as she’s sent through the skyscraper’s window. As TrailBlazer lands holding his damaged arm before he looks up and spots the falling glass. He spins his arms at incredible speeds, funneling winds at the shards.

                “GO! GET OUT THE WAY!” TrailBlazer yells to the rushing citizens. “AHRG!” He ceases his funnel and starts holding his stung arm in pain, again. He looks up at the building, staring at the shattered window. “Gotta get up there.” He starts to back up, walking into the street, anticipating the distance. He gets into the “runners starting position”, his skin reddening. TrailBlazer is abruptly shoulder-charged from the side by Red Wasp into the windshield of a nearby parked car. TrailBlazer grunts before shaking his head attempting to collect himself but he’s soon pinned down by his arms by Red Wasp. Grunting, TrailBlazer ups his temperature, scalding the humanoid.

               “ARGH!” She screeches, jumping off of him, scratching his legs on her way backwards.

               “AHRGH!” TrailBlazer yelps, sliding off the hood onto his knees on the ground, holding his bleeding wounds. She hovers above him, grinning at her work before kicking him across the face. TrailBlazer spits up blood as he's kicked before falling to the pavement. Using one hand, she grabs him by his jacket and starts to hover, grinning.

               “Let’s try this again.” She says, starting to ascend. “The itsy bitsy spider went up the water spout.” She sings. TrailBlazer uses his good arm and drives his elbow into her center-stomach, causing her to lose her wind. She lets out a cry while letting him go to hold her stomach and falls with TrailBlazer a short bit before hitting the ground in pain.

               “AHHHRG! FUCKING FUCK!” He cries out as he lands. On his hands and knees, he hyperventilates slowly standing up but his stung arm fails and he collapses a bit. Without using his arm, he tries his hardest to stand up. As he stands uneasily, his legs shake under his weight as he struggles to keep his balance. “Urgh! Son of a bitch!” He shouts to himself before looking up into the sky. Livid, Red Wasp descends from above then lands few feet away from him, walking towards him. 

                “What’s the matter? Numb?” She taunts before she flicks her wrists causing more green venom to leaks from her stingers. A few steps away from TrailBlazer, she’s abruptly smacked to the side of the road and through the window of a business building by the flat side of a huge black handled, red headed, black bladed axe.

               The woman holding the axe is a pure white woman wearing pitch black, full body unitard with an inverted heart-shaped cleavage window. Over her tights, she’s wearing a neck-high, pure red, corset, with thin black trim, that pushes up her bust. On her lower body, she is wearing a small pair of tight, matching red, spandex, short-shorts, red knee-high heeled boots, and a pair of red gloves with white trim around the opening. Her pure white face is round, and her lips are a distracting red to match the rest of her outfit. She’s also wearing a black domino mask over her eyes and her shiny, wavy, brown hair hangs down to her back. The woman rushes over to TrailBlazer and knees down to his level with a concerned look on her face.

              “Boopie?” She says with worry dropping her axe. “Boopie?” She continues examining his cuts. “Oh no, you’re cuts are swelling up!” She informs, frantically digging into her utility belt.

              “Queen?” TrailBlazer asks, squinting.

              “You’re going to be ok! Aw, look at you. I should have something for those woun-“ Queen interrupted by a kick to the side of her head from Red Wasp but she doesn’t flinch. Red Wasp's eyes expand as Queen, without looking, quickly grips a tight hold of her leg. Red Wasp tries to fly upwards but doesn’t budge Queen by any degree.

              “So, you’re the ho that’s been touching my Boopie…” Queen states to Red Wasp without making eye contact as Red Wasp catches an attitude.

              “Excuse m-“ Queen aggressively slams Red Wasp right into the ground, causing the ground to rumble and creating a small crater in the concrete. Red Wasp lies there in the crater, motionless. Queen turns with worry and kneels down. Placing her arms underneath TrailBlazer, she gently picks him up.

              “Ok, let’s get you away from her.” She states in relief.

              “Don’t you mean ‘get away from here’?” TrailBlazer asks as he groans.

              “You heard what I said.” She states. Police officers drive around the corner onto the scene, seeing Queen holding TrailBlazer and Red Wasp laid out in a hole, groaning quietly. The Officers jump out of their vehicles then aim their weapons at the trio.

              “Put TrailBlazer down and put your hands up, now, Queen Of Hearts!” The Chief yells. Officers surrounding the area continues to aim their guns, waiting. “Listen lady, I’m not going ask you again: put TrailBlazer down and put your hands up.

                                 Meanwhile in a nearby alleyway…

              “Are you doing better now?” Queen asks still walking with TrailBlazer in her arms.

              “Yeah, it doesn’t hurt as much anymore.” He assures

              “I hope the police figure out it’s a hologram soon or I’m going to lose hope in them.” She adds, grinning.

              “Your hologram is very convincing.” TrailBlazer tells. “That same damn hologram threw me for a loop too.” He continues as Queen starts busting out laughing.

              “I remember that!” She starts. “’Queen, put the bomb down or I’m going to have to hurt you!’” She poorly imitates TrailBlazer’s voice before laughing hard again.

               “That’s not funny, I thought you were going to hurt innocent people.” TrailBlazer responds, slightly embarrassed.

               “I told you that I wouldn’t.” She answers. “You have to put a little more faith in me.” She tells making TrailBlazer chuckle.

               “I’ll put more faith in you when you decide to work with me and stop this anti-hero shit you call yourself doing.” He answers.

               “You know you like it like this!” She responds with a huge smile. “Our love is forbidden love.” She whispers as she leans in and rubs her nose on TrailBlazer. TrailBlazer backs his face up as she gives him a pouty face.

               “Come on, Queen. Seriously, I want you to work with me. Be my partner.” He offers with a grin.

               “Mmm-mmm.” She answers as she shakes her head. She continues to walk with him as he stares at her, a little confused.

               “T-that’s it? ‘Mmm-mmm’ is your answer to that?” He finally asks. “No drawn out reason or long speech… just ‘mmm-mmm’?”

               “Mmm-hmm.” She answers before TrailBlazer sighs.

               “Huh... well, shit.” He tells. She continues to walk with him, smiling happily. “You know you can put me down now…” TrailBlazer finally says.

               “Mmm-mmm.” She answers as she shakes her head.

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