The Blank-Out Machine
Jon sat behind his large, mahogany desk, copying some notes from his Quantum Notebook, where he stored the notes that he took in the field, into the manuscript for the book that he was writing. He hadn’t been working on the book for very long and had only copied about three chapter’s worth of content before hearing a small speaker on his desk begin to make noise. “BEEP BEEP, intruder alert. An intruder has broken through the front door and is headed up the stairs.”
Jon, an overly cautious individual, pressed one of several buttons that were installed on a panel on the surface of the desk. A thick, metallic looking panel slid shut over the doorway to the office Jon resided in. The office, which Jon had designed himself, was essentially a Density Matter cube, where Density Matter was a super-dense, naturally forming material that was virtually indestructible.
Once the doorway was sealed, Jon then pressed a smaller, green button, activating a machine under the desk. The machine was essentially a drill, quickly winding what appeared to be a key sticking out of a handgun. This odd combination of mechanisms was a device known simply as the “Wind-Up Gun,” a handheld railgun that operated on a clockwork mechanism. After only a couple of seconds of whirring, the Wind-Up Gun let out an audible click, signifying that it was done charging.
Jon heard several clicks sound against the outside of the door and then heard an ear-splitting screeching noise. Bewildered be the strange noise, Jon tapped yet another button on the panel. Part of the desk slid away, revealing a small TV that was displaying a lone figure standing outside his door, smirking. Jon’s heart sank as he recognized the figure as Joan Machinsworth, not only his greatest rival, but also one of the most lethal people he had ever fought against. Fortunately, Jon had planned for this outcome to inevitably occur, so he pressed the final button on the panel, a small, purple one. Once pressed, deep, throbbing sound came from the dozens of speakers around the room.
After about a minute, the screeching sound faded and became silent. There was a moment in which the air was full of tension before a large rectangle of door exploded inwards, hitting the carpet and sliding across the office, stopping at the foot of the desk. Through the newly opened doorway, stepped Joan, her brown hair tied into a tight bun. She glanced around, no doubt noticing the sound, before walking over to the desk and taking a seat, her legs crossed and her hands clasped, resting on her stomach.
“Ah,” Joan said, breaking the momentary silence. “I see you’ve begun dabbling in harmonic frequencies.” Joan waved her hand, vaguely gesturing towards the walls. “But which frequency did you choose to attack? It’s surely not the human body, because then we’d both be dead right now.”
Jon chuckled a bit at this, responding coolly with, “Why it’s simple, really. You see, in the several months since the last time the two of us tangled, I devoted my time to trying to figure out how to disable your ability. Turns out, that it was quite simple; you see, whenever your body shifts from one material to the next, your body always hits a specific harmonic frequency. I then, duplicated the harmonic frequency and that is what’s pumping through the speakers right now.” Jon leaned back in his chair, his hand still on his gun.
Joan began chuckling. The chuckling turned to giggling, which then turned into full blown laughter. “It’s funny that you should mention that!” Joan said, wiping a tear from her eye. “You see, the Hive has a list of enemies that remain at large. This list is quite small, mind you, with only about a hundred people total.”
Jon cut her off, “And the point is?”
Joan glared at him, then continued, “One of the men on this list goes by the name, the Maestro and his power is extremely strong, yet simple; he has the absolute manipulation of sound. Now, when someone’s name is put on the list, the Hive’s Science Division begins calculating weaknesses and strengths of the threats, so that Hive members can be more prepared to fight them. One of the first things that the Science Division found about Maestro was that it was well within his power to utilize our harmonic frequencies against us. Most of us then received genetic mutations that allows us to shift our harmonic frequencies to any frequency not already around us, which is a handy little tool for the other Hive members.”
Jon, with a puzzled look on his face, asked, “Wait, you said other Hive members; why didn’t you get the surgery, if it’s as useful as you imply?”
Joan smiled, “Why, THAT’S simple, my dear genius; I don’t need it.” Joan’s body immediately began looking metallic and before Jon had time to blink, Joan’s body was in what appeared to be, a heavy-metal form. “You see, my power allows me to manipulate my body. I’ve used this in many ways, but I’ve found that I can also manipulate my own harmonic frequency.” Joan cleared her throat and continued, “It took some practice, but I was able to extend that to my transitional harmonic frequency as well.”
Jon drew the Wind-Up Gun and fired it straight at Joan’s head, hoping that her body was in a solid and not a liquid form, so that the bullet could shatter her head, doing massive damage to her. However, before the bullet could reach Joan, a man, moving so fast that not even Jon’s trained eyes could notice his movements, and caught the bullet.
Jon looked stumped for a second, before he realized who it was that caught the bullet. “Dragunov?! Two Inner Circle members in the same place? Crap…” Jon clicked a floor button with his foot. The floor suddenly flipped up and rotated outwards, dumping Jon outside the building. Jon thought himself in the clear, but, with about ten feet before impact, his descent slowed to a stop. Jon’s brows furrowed, his mind straining to its limits, trying to figure out what was happening. Whatever force that slowed him down, flipped him right-side-up and spun him around to face the user.
Jon saw before him a gorilla that was wearing a camo jacket and pants. There were several dozen medals adorning the gorilla’s chest and a military beret sat upon the gorilla’s head. “Simian,” Jon sighed, the sigh almost visibly draining him of energy. Jon knew that the situation was now critical; a point in which he would normally run away, but with Simian using his telekinesis to hold him, Jon couldn’t reach his S-Device.
A figure strode out from the shadows of the building and walked up to Jon. Jon didn’t recognize this one, but apparently the figure knew him. “Hello, Jon,” the figure said, reaching into the immaculate tuxedo that the man was wearing and pulled from it, a playing card with writing on it. “You are indeed powerful, with your limits almost reaching my own, so I created this seal especially for you. You should be proud, it took me a whole month to charge this with enough energy to actually seal you.” The figure tapped the card to Jon’s chest. He felt the card snap against him and then felt the telekinesis let go of him.
Jon tried his best to move, but found that he couldn’t move anything. The tuxedoed man crouched and continued, “I don’t believe we’ve met; my name is Alakazam and I’m the one who made you powerless to stop us…” After Alakazam finished speaking, he withdrew a black bag from within his tuxedo and slipped it over Jon’s paralyzed head, rendering the scientist blind. He felt himself being picked up, undoubtedly by the big ape’s telekinesis and felt his body travel through some sort of portal. He felt his arms and legs being shackled, but the bag was not removed.
Scion, who the Shadow had observed lounging upon a chair, beside a field, enjoying a Pina Colada and watching a little league soccer game. A child that the odd man had grown close to in the week he had spent on this ‘paradise island,’ was on the field and Scion, like half of the crowd present, cheered when the little tyke scored the final score of the game.
The kids jogged off the field and ran to their parents. Scion had turned to walk away, but a flicker of movement caught his eye. He turned back towards the field and saw patches of shadow spelling out a message on the field. The message read; “We have your friend Jon and if you do not come to this location, then we will kill him. Permanently.” A few seconds after having read the message, the shadows formed together and in letters that spanned the entire field there remained a single word, “HIVE” and a series of numbers that most people wouldn’t know what to do with, but Scion would recognize as coordinates of a universe.
Seeing the writing on the field caused Scion's Jaw to drop and be stuck staring at the message for a solid minute before finally screaming, "Holy Shit!. Jon has been captured by the Hive!" He started to pace, "How could this happen? I mean Jon has a thousand in one plans for escaping. Plus, what did it mean they would kill him? He can't die! So they are either bluffing. Or...intend to do something that is equal to death to him...Crap." He starts massaging his temples to stave off the incoming head ache, "Man~ and I was having so much fun here. OK Dennis, we need to make a plan to save Jon, so let's brain storm! First plan we go in guns blazing and tear the place apart to find Jon."
Dennis answers sounding bored, "If we do that, we would be walking right into the trap."
Scion muses, "Hmm, well yeah, but the other plan is to blow the place to hell."
Dennis sounding slightly annoyed, "If the explosion wasn't big enough, then it would probably just kill us and accomplish nothing."
"Hmm. Perhaps if we..."
Dennis cutting off Scion in a really annoyed voice, "Scion!, Why not simply pop in, grab him, then pop out?"
Scion looked at the watch, feeling for once confused by Dennis' answer, "Well, yes, that will probably work, but it's never that easy, and Shadow is clearly involved."
"Look, if we don't enter until we are right at Jon’s location, then you can pop in right next to him, and use the V-device to port him out. I don't see how that wouldn't work."
"Fine, but if all else fails we have the first two plans to fall back on."
"I really hope it doesn't come to that." With that Scion ports out of the universe leaving a note for his friend to let her know why he had to leave, and also leaving her a small gift.
In Void, Scion reached the coordinates along with Dennis and stands out side the edge of the universe, "OK, when we enter I'll try to find Jon quickly and port out before they can stop us.” He placed his hand against the surface of the universe, "OK in 3...2...1...Yaaaaahhhhh." On the last number Scion pushed into the universe, ready to rush through to Jon, but instead of the familiar weightless feeling he usually had when entering an untapped world, he found himself already on his feet standing on solid ground, or tile to be exact. He looked at the watch to see it was already activated and looked up at his surroundings. His eyes go wide as his body is covered in thousands of red dots from rifles wielded by soldiers that were surrounding him on the ridges and slopes of the massive bowl-like geographic structure he stood in. Without a second thought he yells, "Invisible!" and Dennis removes the ability for light to bounce off Scion.
Scion starts to move away, but hears thousands of high pitch noises and sees that the rifles had retrained onto him, "Shit, they can see me. Maybe it's Predator vision...I mean heat vision. It's the most obvious. Cancel heat." Dennis removes the ability for Scion to emit heat.
Scion starts to move again, but the same sounds as before and the guns began following him again, "Dammit! They really do have predator vision!"
Dennis said, "Scion I can't block all forms of seeing you without spending too much energy, but instead of freaking out. Maybe you should wonder why they aren't shooting at you."
"Oh," Scion responded as he looked around as he realized that they weren't firing. "Well then, drop the cloak." Scion became visible to normal vision. Maybe they have orders to hold fire until Joan gets a chance to mock me? Well I'll just have to...Dazzle them!" With that statement Scion closes his eyes, and Dennis emits extreme, blinding light from the his field. He couldn't see the result, but was sure it worked and started to move, but was stunned to find the laser sights still focused on him, "Huh? How?"
Dennis chimes in, "They may have still had the other vision modes active when you did that. So they couldn't see the light."
"Oh come on…” Scion grumbled. “Well then, I'll do this!" Scion threw open his coat and hundreds of mini firework missiles emerge and rush the soldiers while exploding into colorful lights all over the place. There was a cacophonous noise as dozens of rifles went off, their ammunition tearing through the fireworks before they could get as far as two feet from Scion. Not a single bullet hit him and the small percent of guns that had fired at his fireworks retrained on Scion.
"Damn you people! Fine you wanna play tough!, then let’s Dance!" What would surely would be taken as a threat would, be foiled when Scion pulls out a large disco ball that magically floats into the air and starts spinning. The light from the ball would cause Scion as well as anyone it shines on to not only hear disco music, but have the uncontrollable urge to dance.
Scion was confident that he would have finally gotten rid of the pestering red dots, but as he danced about, he noticed not even a small amount of stirring within the soldier’s ranks. “How the hell?!” Scion muttered.
“We are dealing with the Hive, they’ve undoubtedly faced more… persuasive tactics than our disco ball.” Dennis responded. Shortly after the bored voice had finished speaking, a flash of blue light came from one of the soldier’s guns, striking the disco ball. Suddenly, the lightshow stopped and Scion no longer felt his body dancing. The lack of debris led Scion to believe that the Hive had just stolen his disco ball.
Having been thrown from universe to universe by Nexus was not new to Gilgamesh but it was still quite annoying when it was at the most inopportune of times. After becoming a servant of Nexus, Gilgamesh gained a unique ability to travel between the universes at will but there is a slight side effect to this as well, depending on the universe Gilgamesh is either a male or female version of himself. Also there are times that something upsets the balance of order in a universe that requires attention, Nexus will instantaneously throw Gilgamesh into that universe, and this is one of those times. After transitioning into this universe the first thing Gilgamesh notices is that he is falling from a great distances in the sky.
Looking down he sees the gigantic crater below but odd enough the center had a unique sheen. <Oh what the hell now> he thought. As his speed started to accelerate in the downfall all those below could only make out was an interesting sound. “Aaaaahhhhhhhhhhh,” was all that could be heard from Gilgamesh’s mouth during his decent. Just before he hit the ground he saw a familiar face, and it was one he was hoping not to see again for a long time. Coming in at the steep angle Gilgamesh hit the ground 300 yards out from the edge of the crater with a loud shattering sound of thud, skipping over all of these armed men in the process. Finally coming to a stop when he was on his back 20’ from the center of the crater, sitting up with some pain and bruising Gilgamesh says, “owe owe owe owe that hurt damnit.” Looking around he saw a bunch of faces with the sad expression of confusion and what looked like someone on a com devise. Turning around he saw the one person that annoyed him the most ‘Scion’ was standing in the center of the crater looking dumb founded at the scene before him?
“What the hell have you done now you bastard, how many times do I have to clean up after you?” Gilgamesh states as he stands up and moves towards Scion.
With a slight grin on his face Scion says, “not my fault this time it was the HIVE!”
“What the hell is the HIVE you moron, your usually the cause of all of these problems!” Gilgamesh yells.
“Well the HIVE is the HIVE an organization of evil for evil,” Scion states with a chuckle.
Getting close enough to Scion I grab him by the collar and start shaking him, but is then distracted by the sound of slight humming and a bunch of red dots covering both himself and Scion.
“We have an unexpected visitor up-top,” came a calm, male voice from one of the many black recievers that sat upon Dragunov’s desk. The militaristic man reached over and turned on a monitor that showed a feed from one of the many cameras installed in the one-way opaque tiles that made up the ground floor of the complex.
“Hmmm…” Dragunov said through the receiver that the soldier had been reporting in through, a thick Russian accent making his words sound far more menacing. “He is not a threat to our plans. In fact, he might even provide some amusement for us.” Dragunov reached over to another receiver, one of the thirty-six individual, yet identical receivers, and spoke into it. “Hard Drive, let the newcomer through, but be sure to log him into our database in case he should survive, as unlikely as that is.”
After a short pause, a metallic, soulless voice responded, “Newcomer has been logged and his unique energy signature has been added to our database. Notation one; we have yet to encounter this new energy type. Notation two; said energy source is unknown. My sensors lack the necessary power to trace this energy. Notation three; said energy source is inter-universal in nature. Notation four; I am unable to gauge threat level with this little information. Handle with extreme prejudice. Notation fi--"
Dragunov sighed and clicked the talk button, “I get it, he has special energy. I doubt he will be much of a threat. Now, can we continue with this operation, or are you planning on making us wait some more?”
There was another short pause, then the soulless voice continued, “The scan of Enemy Scion has confirmed that he is indeed the real Scion and not an imposter, shape-shifter, or other such copy.” There was yet another pause, and then over the intercom system, the voice continued. “Operation is now beginning. Be at the ready for Enemy Scion and another individual. Information regarding the newcomer will come as it is deduced. Have a pleasant fight.”
Meanwhile, on the surface, the silence was broken by a slight hissing sound. Scion and Gilgamesh turned towards the source of the sound to see that a six-foot by six-foot elevator had slid out of the ground. A soulless voice that neither of the two individuals had heard before came through a hidden speaker within the elevator, “I have been told to assure you that this is not a trap. Also, that there is cake for you, should you beat all of us. I was also told to finish by saying, ‘trust me, I’m a doctor’ but that seems highly illogical as I am, in fact, not a doctor.”
Scion had a quizzical look on his face. He appreciated the video game reference, but he was, for the most part, sure that this was a trap. He glanced at Gilgamesh, who gave a slight shrug, and the two of them stepped into the elevator. There was the ding of a bell as a panel slid shut, sealing the two of them into the well-lit elevator. Scion glanced around and didn’t see a light source. Dennis chimed in from his watch, “Well, it would appear that these panels hide many a thing, not the least of which is a lighting system and some sort of intercom system. Knowing the Hive, there are probably cameras behind them too, but the tiles would have to be one-way opaque in order for that to work…”
The rest of the elevator trip was silent, but it wasn’t too long before the elevator slowed down to a stop. The Panel slid open to reveal a dimly lit room. The room was roughly eighty feet long, sixty feet wide, and around forty feet tall. Every so often, otherwise empty space was taken up by black, glossy pillars that stretched all the way to the ceiling. The walls, floor, and ceiling were made of the same shiny, black tiles that comprised the floor that the two had moments before, been standing on.
The two of them stepped off of the elevator, not missing the fact that is slid into the ground, blending in with all of the other floor tiles. A few sudden, sharp claps echoed through the room as a tuxedoed man stepped from behind a pillar. He was the source of the clapping, but he soon stopped the strange action. “Why hello, my dears,” the man said, taking a full stage bow as he did. “You haven’t met me, but I know all about you, Scion! My name is Alan, but you may call me Alakazam!”
Alakazam did a little, showy spin as he advanced to the next pillar. “I’m the head of the Occult Division, which is why we never crossed paths. You see, the Occult Division handles only the derive from magic and you sir, are a non-magical man.” He leaned back, resting against the pillar, his hands in his pockets. “And who might your friend be? I’ve yet to hear anything about him. He was quite the unexpected surprise!”
Alakazam popped up from his leaning position and crossed the aisle to another pillar. “Not that it matters much. Oh well,” he gave a little sigh and his shoulders dropped. He gave a little frown and continued. “The others don’t like me very much. They always pick on me and call me weak. It’s no fair!” Alakazam said as he stamped his foot. He rested one of his hands on the pillar and walked around it, his hand not leaving the glossy, smooth, surface. “Just kidding!” He said, with a big grin on his face! “They don’t say that at all,” The smile dropped into a blank expression, Alakazam’s eyes glazing over as he stared off into space. “Because I killed them all for their insolence…”
Alakazam stepped behind the pillar before reappearing on the other side, his grin back on his face, “Just kidding! I couldn’t take out my bestest friends! Why, that’d be mean and cruel, both of which are not words that can describe me in any way, whatsoever!”
The odd man stepped fully away from the pillar and continued, “Speaking of friends; I have a bet with Mr. Simian that I could take you out in five minutes flat!” Alakazam held out his palm, his five fingers spread out and wiggling. “But since neither of us planned on two challengers showing up, I think he’d agree that changing the time to seven minutes is reasonable…”
A sudden look of horror crept across Alakazam’s face. “Wait, no he wouldn’t! I bet, even if I beat you in under five minutes, if I had changed the time to seven minutes, he’d call me a cheater and wouldn’t give me my money!” The look of horror faded as a depressed look replaced it. “I guess I’m just going to have to try and beat you both in five minutes…” A sigh escaped the eccentric man.
Alakazam’s face suddenly snapped back to being happy as he continued, “Well, now it’s time to face the magical mayhem of, uh… Malakazam!” There was a pause of dead silence where, if there had been any, one would normally hear a cricket chirping. “Ok fine! That joke worked out better in my head, anyways!”
Alakazam stuck his tongue out and then straightened his tie, as if he was trying to regain composure. “Well, like I was saying, now it’s time to face the awesomeness that is Alakazam and his magical armor and sword!!!!”
The odd man snapped his fingers and a suit of armor materialized over his clothes. In his right hand, there was a massive sword that looked positively menacing [[He now looks like this; http://zeldawiki.org/images/thumb/4/...px-Darknut.png]]. Unbeknownst to the two friends, Alakazam had spent the extra points to increase his armor’s durability, energy resistance, and to add the featherweight ability (allowing Alakazam to move in the armor as if it weighed nothing, but his actual weight does not change). He also spent the extra points to give his sword featherweight (like the armor, the sword’s weight did not change, but it allows Alakazam to wield it as if it were weightless.), increased durability, and energy resistance.
Alakazam waggled his sword in a beckoning gesture saying, “Since I’m such a gentleman, I’ll let you two have the opening attacks!”
Scion was becoming very frustrated by this Alakazam as he called himself, and had to use all his mental focus to keep from mocking the man for his foolish behavior. To vent some of his frustration he whispers to Dennis, "I will admit to acting like a fool for fun sometimes, but something tells me this guy actually believes the crap coming out of his mouth."
Dennis responding, "Sometimes? You mean all the time right? But I admit I have never seen someone make you look normal by comparison."
Scion looking irritated by the comment still nods his head in agreement, "Yeah. So let’s try to smash his expectations, ok?"
Dennis sounding devious, "Agreed." With that statement Scion starts to close in on Alakazam as quickly as he could. He starts pulling the Sun Staff from the coat, then holding it at part of its length he swings it down on his arms as hard as he could. At the same time Dennis would try to affect the armor, only to find his powers blocked.
Alakazam smiled as he saw the brash Scion pulling his favorite weapon and charging. "Heh," he muttered as the staff swung towards him. He took a half-jump back, letting the glorified stick swing by him. He followed this action up by charging forward and using his immense strength to swing his sword at Scion's exposed side. Should the sword connect, Scion would be sent flying from the sheer force of the blow.
As soon as I see Scion make his mad dash at this ridiculous fool of a man I turn my attention to the floor I notice a small enough gap that I can reach my hands underneath it. Forcing my fingers through the gap I start to lift the tile from the floor with minor problems placing three of them on top of each other I start to use my powers of kinetic impact to crush these items into a denser more compact object.
“Hey you megalo-gigolo are you an idiot or what there are two of us fighting here against you so pay more attention,” Gilgamesh yells at the strange man.
After the compressed item is ready Gilgamesh tosses it into the air the then punches it at AlaKazam with accelerated force that if it make contact would kill an ordinary man but will send other reeling in pain.
As the tiles of the floor leave their positions, they almost immediately dissipate and reappear where they were taken from.
“Damn it, damn it, damn it stupid tiles what is wrong with this place!” Gilgamesh exclaims.
Seeing as how the tiles that I was going to use disappeared then reappeared in their original positions, I start drawing the air around us into a focused point to create a high compression air shot that does the almost the same amount of damage as the previous attack would have done.
Without thinking I launch my strike in the direction of the weird person but unfortunately Scion was close by when I fire the shot off. <Meh, killing two birds with one stone> Gilgamesh thought.
As Scion was hit by Alakazam, Dennis tried to redirect as much of Scions momentum downward as possible. This effect caused Scion to fly sideways, but quickly slow down along the tiles on the ground. As Scion is knocked away from Alakazam, Dennis would take note of Gilgameshs air attacks and alert Scion. As he was still trying to get up, he grabbed a glass bottle of super glue and hurled it towards the feet of Alakazam. After throwing the bottle Scion hunches over as he feels a sharp pain in his chest, "Ah! Stupid lung."