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[Demon Shinobi]

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As the final bell of the school day rang Tristan closed the book on his desk and looked around at his class. "Well... You heard it. Time to go... Get home." He said calmly as he sat down. "But... Mr. Parker you said that if we got through the lesson by the end of the day you'd..." Tristan put his hand up. "Look through your book Shawn." Tristan said quickly. "How many pages until the end of the lesson?" He then asked as he observed Shawn check. "None... We... We got through it." Shawn said a little nervous. Tristan laughed. "Don't be so nervous. I just wanted you all to know that when you actually focus and pay attention you can get stuff done." He said to his high school student before picking up two of the beakers he had on his desk.

Tristan mixed the liquid chemicals in each into another beaker with a another chemical. "Watch the color change." He instructed as they mixed and changed colors quickly. "Now... Watch what happens when I do this." He said as he lifted the final product and then dropped it onto his desk. Upon impact a small smoke screen was created. "That wasn't so cool." One kid called out. "Wasn't it though?" Tristan said as he seemed to suddenly appear behind the student. The student quickly turned along with the others around him. Some jumped and some shouted. Tristan laughed. "Alright. Now get out of here." Tristan said calmly. The class rose and left all talking about how awesome his class was. "Man... Good kids when you take the time to really get to know them and try to reach them." He said smiling.

Tristan's mood didn't seem to last as he looked out the window to see what looked like flashing lights a not to far off from the school. "And here I was thinking it'd be a quiet day." He said to himself as he rushed out of his room grabbing his bag on the way. It wasn't long before he was on the roof and in his costume. He pulled his mask down and put his bag on his back and ran towards the edge of the roof. He jumped and shot a web line to a nearby building and was off.

"Hurry up!" A loud voice called through the bank. "Why are you in such a rush? We aint in any of those freak's known spots." Another voice call. It seemed that there were about ten robbers and they had some pretty good weapons for crooks. High tech enough to keep the police at bay. But the leader was worried. Why? "Are you kidding me? You never know where the hell they're gonna be. Any one of them could show up at any moment!" The supposed second in command spoke quickly as he kept watch with another man and the other eight took anything and everything of value.

Tris... No. Spider-Man swung quickly reaching the bank in a matter of minutes. "Hostages... Why does there always have to be hostages?" He asked to himself as he discreetly made his way onto the roof. He heard enough of what the cops were saying to know that there were hostages. Being careful and stealthy was the only way to go for the moment. He opened the window on the skylight and crawled in. He was high above anyone as he looked around at the balcony like second floor of the bank. None of the thugs were up there. Good. They might have been about to notice him getting in if they had been. As crawled along the ceiling looking for the right spot to begin. If he wasn't careful. Any of those innocent people could get seriously hurt. Or worse.

[Mattmanganon]

"Hmmm, So much like his Grandfather..." said the silvery voice of Madame Web as she watched the scene at the bank unfold.

"Acting like that, he's going to get himself killed." replied a voice from behind her.

"Indeed, Redback." she said. "We cannot allow that, can we?"

"No, Madame." replied the man. he slunk back into the shadows and disappeared.

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One of the robbers had gone upstairs, looking for any of the money they kept in the office for counting, he held an MP5 in his hands. Rounding a corner, he was met with a large black boot speeding towards his stomach, it imacted and the machine gun was flung from his hands, a pair of hands grabbed the shoulder straps of his Body-armour and swung him around into a wall, he then felt an arm press against his throat "how many are there?" said a deep and grizzled voice

"What are ya?" the robber managed to cough out "You think you're like Batman or sumptun?" he coughed.

"This ain't a comic book." replied the voice, the robber looked down to see the glint of light off of the sunglasses worn by his captor. "Now how many of there are you?" he asked. the faint sound of liquid hitting carpet could be heard as the robber felt a warm and wet sensation in his trousers, that was rapidly turning cold. "Disgusting..." replied the captor.

"There's 9, includin' the boss." he said.

"Good boy." the robber felt a sharp rapping as his captor slapped him lightly on the cheek twice. "Now good night."

"OH SHIT MAN DON'T KILL ME!!!" he began kicking as he saw his captor reach for a gun.

"Tranquilizers." his captor said into the gun.

"Tranquilizers" replied a tiny, deep, metalic voice. the captor put the gun to the mans head and pulled the trigger, the last thing the robber felt was tranquilizers quickly making their way to his bloodstream. His captor dropped him and walked away, holstering the gun. The robber made faint gurgling noises as he drifted quickly into slumber.

[supermcultrakat]

And it was Jezebella that was one of these hostages. After going to the bank for a quick transaction for a "project", she finds herself taken hostage by one of her own. Then again, she wasn't Doctor Doom right now either, and it wouldn't be smart to reveal that in front of these people, or any possible heroes. Jezebella was commended to get onto the floor if she wanted to live, to which she couldn't do anything but obey.

She should be the one telling him what he should do for his life, and not the other way around like this twisted scenario. With a gun pointed to her head, she patiently waited for an outcome; that was either death, or rescue from a hero that will want something in return. Jezebella felt so submissive, like she wanted to rebel, but knew she couldn't if she wanted to see the fall of the unity that controls New York. (I'm sorry if that happens to be a bit short.)

[SomeoneSomewere]

William was wandering the back streets, his clothes that he wears in public on. It was such a hassle to come into public. He shocked his head, his feet not even making a sound against the road. He tilted his head at a sound. Police sirens. He sprinted towards the sound, reaching there in no time. His hood had fell of his face, and he could properly see that it was a bank. Most likely a robbery. Finally some action. He shed his hoodie, shoes, gloves and the pants. Leaving behind fur and a pair of shorts. He tossed it by the building near the bank. A grin appeared on his face, showing off his sharp teeth.

He rushed the bank, flung himself up and over a line of police in a orange and black blur, he reached an empty room downstairs, opened the window with skilled cuts with his claws, and climbed in. He landed in a crouch, green eyes scanning the area, listening and breathing through his nose. He crept over to the door and slipped into the hall. He looked around, the pads on the bottom of his feet keeping him quiet, his claws also retracted. He could smell a robber, coming down the hall. He ran, intercepting the robber, startling him and stealing his gun before he could even consider shooting. He then grabbed his arms with one hand, his other hand pressing against his mouth, sharp claws pressing against delicate skin. He took the struggling man back to the window he came in through, and threw him out, in front of the police that circled the building. He kept the gun in his hand. He entered the hallway again, scanning the area. One down, unknown amount to go.

[Demon Shinobi]

Tristan had noticed one of the men be taken down by someone he didn't know. "Woah... Did he just... No... Spider-sense probably would have alerted me to any gun shots. Must have been something... He quickly made his way to the man. And felt the robbers pulse. "Still alive." He said before looking up at the new man. "Who are you?" He asked quickly noticing the spider insignia. "Man... I really should have gotten this thing copyrighted." He said looking at his. "Listen... We need to be..." Tristan stopped when he heard another voice. "Hey. Who are..." The man's voice was quickly shut up by a shot of webbing.

The man struggled trying to remove it and nearly fell over the edge of the balcony, but Tristan stopped him with another web line. He pulled the man toward him and as he passed by Tristan he slammed his fist into the robber's face and knocked him out. With that done Tristan webbed the other man's mouth and kept webbed both of them up onto the wall where they wouldn't be seen. "Alright... Now's not the best time... But... We'll continue this later." He said as he leaped back to the ceiling to see what was going on. He noticed that rather then eight being left as there should have been there were seven. "Well... That's weird." He said calmly. He shrugged and crawled along the wall. The rest of the group were pretty close knit. They all seemed to be doing the same thing. Which was probably smart. Have a few separate and watch out and what not and have the rest take care of the job. "Not as dumb as I thought." He said quietly to himself.

[FireBubblez]

"Perfect. Just perfect. You've got to be kidding me. I would like to go to the bank for once, without being attacked by stupid people." Athena said loudly, catching the attention of one of the robber dude people. He took a threatening step towards her and she rolls her eyes. "You know something? You aren't scary, you aren't cool either. You're scary when you're an evil bad guy with powers, and you're cool when you know how the be awesome, like me." she spoke, in a nonchalant tone of voice. The theif growls and pulls his gun, getting a few gasps of terror from the other hostages. She laughs, throwing her head back, mocking the 'bad guy'. This only makes him angrier. His face starts to turn red, and he's clutching his gun so tight that his knuckles are white. Athena giggles, and he cocks his gun. "You're a stupid little girl." he growls, stepping closer to her.

She giggles sharply, tossing her head from side to side. "You're a funny man." Ticked off, and absolutely done with Athena's cheeky attitude, the robber shoots, getting screams from other hostages. In what seemed like slow motion, Athena jumps up, arms and legs still tied, and dodges the bullet. She quickly digs her nails into the ceiling and hangs on, looking down at the shooter. "Awww. Little bad guy miss?" she teases, grinning sheepishly. The man lets out a grunt of anger and shoots again and again, both times missing. Using the heels of her shoes, she breaks a teller window, and jumps in. She cuts the ropes on her and quickly changes, sliding her equipment on as the man leaned over, attempting to shoot her again.

Athena can't help but laugh again. His attempts were useleess. He'd never get—.... Nevermind. Athena lands on the floor with a loud thud. She was stupid to let her guard down like that. She should've remembered that there were other men. She reaches up and hooks her hand on to her shoulder, wincing in pain. The man walks over, his boots pounding on the floor. "Stupid girl. Should've shut up when I told you to."

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"Perfect. Just perfect. You've got to be kidding me. I would like to go to the bank for once, without being attacked by stupid people." Athena said loudly, catching the attention of one of the robber dude people. He took a threatening step towards her and she rolls her eyes. "You know something? You aren't scary, you aren't cool either. You're scary when you're an evil bad guy with powers, and you're cool when you know how the be awesome, like me." she spoke, in a nonchalant tone of voice. The theif growls and pulls his gun, getting a few gasps of terror from the other hostages. She laughs, throwing her head back, mocking the 'bad guy'. This only makes him angrier. His face starts to turn red, and he's clutching his gun so tight that his knuckles are white. Athena giggles, and he cocks his gun. "You're a stupid little girl." he growls, stepping closer to her.

She giggles sharply, tossing her head from side to side. "You're a funny man." Ticked off, and absolutely done with Athena's cheeky attitude, the robber shoots, getting screams from other hostages. In what seemed like slow motion, Athena jumps up, arms and legs still tied, and dodges the bullet. She quickly digs her nails into the ceiling and hangs on, looking down at the shooter. "Awww. Little bad guy miss?" she teases, grinning sheepishly. The man lets out a grunt of anger and shoots again and again, both times missing. Using the heels of her shoes, she breaks a teller window, and jumps in. She cuts the ropes on her and quickly changes, sliding her equipment on as the man leaned over, attempting to shoot her again.

Athena can't help but laugh again. His attempts were useleess. He'd never get—.... Nevermind. Athena lands on the floor with a loud thud. She was stupid to let her guard down like that. She should've remembered that there were other men. She reaches up and hooks her hand on to her shoulder, wincing in pain. The man walks over, his boots pounding on the floor. "Stupid girl. Should've shut up when I told you to."

[Mattmanganon]

"My benefactor has your best interests at heart." said Redback. "You keep acting like this you're going to get yourself killed." he called after Spider-Man. He then heard gunshots from downstairs.

"You are needed downstairs where a girl has made a serious error in judgement." he heard the voice of Madame Web tell him. he quickly figured out where he was in the building, before putting the gun to his lips.

"Grenade." he said.

"Grenade!" replied the gun in its deep, metalic voice. he then pulled out the other gun.

"Rapid Fire shock rounds." he said into it.

"Rapid Fire! Shock Rounds!" It replied. he pointed his first gun at the floor about 10 meters away before pulling the trigger, the explosion blasted a hole in the ceiling of the bank before he dived through the hole, using his telekinesis to slow his descent to non-fatal levels, spraying shock-rounds everywhere. (Shock Rounds being rounds with a small tazer shock in them.) he landed with a roll and hid behind cover.

"YOU ALRIGHT GIRL!?" he called to her.

[SomeoneSomewere]

William sprinted to the area were the hostages were, only to hear an explosion. He dodged a flying shock-round, and grumbled deep in his throat. How annoying. He hid behind a corner, hearing a man shout if a girl was ok. He said in a deep, rough voice," well, if she was shot then I would expect not ok." He whirled out from around the corner, ducked down onto nearly all fours and grabbed the back of one of the robbers shirt and hurled him at a still standing robber, before disappearing back behind the corner, knocking them into a pile. He flexed his hands, claws sliding out from their hiding place. He glanced around the corner, his mouth open slightly in readiness.

[FireBubblez]

So much happened so quickly, that Athena didn't catch any of it. She forced back tears. God it hurt. It was burning, and felt as if someone was stabbing her with millions of needles. She knew she needed to stay strong. She was a hero for goodness sake, and crying would let those humans know that she was pitiful and scared. She clutched her wound tightly, attempting to stand back up. "Y-yeah..." she whispered to the man's call. "I-I think I'm fine..." She winced, quickly moving towards a wall so she could prop herself up. Athena could feel the blood soaking her clothes, and it was only getting worse. Her vision began to double up, and then it got blurry. She whimpered, sinking down on to the floor. Dizziness rolled through her body, and she collapsed completely.

I must look so weak and helpless. she thought, disgusted with herself. She had never shown this much hopelessness, but then again she had never been shot. Athena looked up at the other hostages, which were only blurry dark shapes. A tear trailed down her cheek. "Maybe n-not so good..." she whispered, before blacking out.

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So much happened so quickly, that Athena didn't catch any of it. She forced back tears. God it hurt. It was burning, and felt as if someone was stabbing her with millions of needles. She knew she needed to stay strong. She was a hero for goodness sake, and crying would let those humans know that she was pitiful and scared. She clutched her wound tightly, attempting to stand back up. "Y-yeah..." she whispered to the man's call. "I-I think I'm fine..." She winced, quickly moving towards a wall so she could prop herself up. Athena could feel the blood soaking her clothes, and it was only getting worse. Her vision began to double up, and then it got blurry. She whimpered, sinking down on to the floor. Dizziness rolled through her body, and she collapsed completely.

I must look so weak and helpless. she thought, disgusted with herself. She had never shown this much hopelessness, but then again she had never been shot. Athena looked up at the other hostages, which were only blurry dark shapes. A tear trailed down her cheek. "Maybe n-not so good..." she whispered, before blacking out.

[AM Oneechan]

“Take a deep breath,” he instructed, gesturing with his hands, in slow movement, how the air would travel from their mouths to their lungs. He paused for a moment before bringing his hands back up and pushing them outwards, gesturing that they should release their breath. That had really been more for himself than anyone else. He was, after all, a young man, teaching a bunch of women how to bend over just right. He tried not to think about the fact that he was able to bend much further than most of them.

“All right,” he said, a polite smile plastered on his face; it felt unreal, because he would never smile like that outside his class, “Time for ya lovely ladies to bend over backwards for me. Let's see a Camel Pose,” he instructed, causing his class to giggle at him. They seemed to like his teasing.

He went about the room, using discreet touches to steady some of the women, who gratefully took the help. The fact that he was discreet was one of the reasons that people took his classes. Most instructors would just shout it to the world when you did something wrong.

“Why don't you try it, Chen?” one of the women, a cute one with red hair and freckles, asked rather innocently.

Chen smiled that polite smile again, giving her a small shake of the head, “No can do, love. I can do it with one hand, though, if ya wanna see that,” he suggested, while unconsciously rolling his left shoulder. He was cheered on until he flopped down onto his knees rather unceremoniously on his mat. He bend his neck to either side, making the joints pop, before curling his left arm around his torso and leaning back on the right one, “This pose ain't really that hard, though. If ya really wanna see some flexibility, I can go Pigeon instead,” he almost teased as he curled his back even more, until he was leaning on his elbow so his hand was at his ankle.

He ignored the sounds of sirens somewhere rather close-by. “Chen, I was wondering,” another woman began as he had uncurled himself with a round of applause, “how did you get your shoulder hurt?”

He just grinned the best he could, gave a little shake of his head and replied, “I got cocky.”