Where Are They? IC

[Question]

The time was night and the streets were dark. Street lamps flickered but the small amount of light the working ones provided was swallowed up and devoured by the darkness. In the darkness of an alley, a person wearing a blue and black outfit could just barely be seen, pushing himself up against a wall. At one time, he had worn bright colors like yellow. Now, he had to blend into the darkness. So he wore black.
The young, former side-kick of another speedster held his breath as two shapes walked down the street. It was a bad time to be a hero but the villains kept track of every hero ever recorded. They weren't going to stop until they had them all. He had eluded capture several times now but he was tired now. They had chased him up and down the streets, forcing him to vibrate through walls to escape. He needed rest but it wasn't being granted to him. He had to hide, wait for them to pass then run. So he held his breath and waited. When it seemed like they had finally passed, the speedster gave a small sigh of relief and moved away from the wall. Then, the alleyway was flooded with bullets.

Diving to the ground, Nitro covered his head then scurried behind a few trashcans for cover.
"Told ya I saw him!" A voice said as the bullets stopped momentarily. Taking his chance, the speedster turned and sprinted in the opposite direction of the two, making his way through the labyrinth that was the back alleys of the city. Run. That was the only thing he could do now. That was the only thing any of them could do.

[nerdygirl2015]

XX was laying on a rooftop, string at the empty sky when she heard the shots and went invisible. She looked over her ledge, and barely saw the glimpse if a chase. She knew immediately it was a hero chase, she recognized the fear and drive behind it. Plus, she swore she had seen that blur before...
She looked down, and tried to climb down quickly while maintaining invisibility, and stood in the middle of the backstreet, held out her invisible arms in order to help the hero when he passed, her plan to shield him from the rain of bullets.
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XY fiddled in his office, nervous. He knew what was coming. He knew how the heroes would never disappear forever and that be the end of it. He knew they were coming. He knew his worst fear would come.
He would have to face his sister.
The thought of her made his blood boil, made him shiver. He was better. He tried convincing himself. He was older, stronger, smarter. That's how it always was. Small items on his desk began to float as he thought, and coming back to his senses they all dropped instantly. He mustn't sit. He must act. He must hunt. But he must be rational. He started to go into his lab, and stared at a few things, starting to form a new weapon completely of his own.

[Merlyn22]

Artemis, the killer. Artemis, the girl who had no soul. Names and voices surrounded in her head. Aylana Vervain, gone. A shadow of who she once was. She was Artemis and she was okay with that. Her thoughts were interrupted at she heard a voice calling her name. She stepped forward her fair skin showing. "Yes father?" Her face was placid, showing no emotion. "Do your rounds, make sure no one is is disobeying us." her father said his voice deep and dark. She nodded her blue eyes hiding a rage. "Of course father," Artemis turned around and headed out. She opened the door to see the whole city. She grabbed her bow and a trick arrow and shot it to a lower roof. It stuck and she slid across. AS she landed on the roof with a roll, she heard two fellows talking.

She looked down and saw two criminals also. She dropped down to the sidewalk and glared at them. She had two arrows aimed at them. "Why are you here? Show the paperwork that you are able to be out here," Artemis said her fingers itching to let go of the bow string.

[Whispers]

Dusk stood on top of a nearby roof, his narrowed red eyes searching through the inky blackness with a familiarity that was almost affectionate. Darkness is what shielded him away from the bullets. Darkness is what shielded him from the pain.

Darkness is what saved him from loneliness.

Leaping off of the roof, the young super hero looked around the alley way that he landed in. It was dank and disgusting, with a small stench of fecal matter around every corner. Slightly scrunching his nose underneath his pitch black cloak, Dusk surveyed the perimeter. To his left, towards a small amount of dimmed lights, there was the street. It was barren and empty in the middle of the night, and he couldn't help but smirk slightly at the advantage. Darkness was, in some ways, his protector.

Oh how he loved it.

*BANG! BANG! BANG!*

Not jumping at all, Dusk slowly turned around, his eyes instantly catching what was happening. In the alley way next to the one he was currently occupying, a young-looking super hero was running from a band of thugs, super-speed kicked on maximum. Dusk slowly narrowed crimson red orbs, his hood covering up the slight glint of anger it showed.

Knowing that he had to help, he slowly melded into the nearby shadows and stalked over to the other alleyway. The kid rushed past him, bullets flying through the air, and Dusk slowly walked out of the shadows, the darkness still covering him from the eyes of the thugs.

He narrowed his eyes at the rowdy men, and instantly tentacles of pure shadows formed around Dusk, all glinting sharply. They slithered around him, almost like snakes, and Dusk instantly pointed a finger towards the band of thugs.

The Shadow Tentacles instantly shot forward, piercing the arms of each thug.

"OW! WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!" one yelled out, holding his bleeding arm in pain. The other was already sitting down, looking dazed, and not to mention confused as hell. Dusk slowly walked out of cover, his cloak billowing around him like writhing shadows.

Such a wonderful night to wear a cloak.

The thugs instantly noticed him, and the more cowardly one flinched back at his intimidating, and not to mention creepy, appearance. What they didn't notice, however, was the giant wall of silent darkness slowly surrounding them, their eyes on their attacker with such fear and intensity.

"See you all in hell..." Dusk muttered in his soft, yet cold voice, walking way from the bleeding idiots. Before they could holler out....

They were blanketed in loving, carressing darkness.

Dusk slowly stalked back into the shadows, ignoring the girl with the bow. She was an idiot, waiting for them to answer her.

They were killers, for god's sake.

[Sotiras]

Kent finished moving the last of the merchandise out into the store, in preparation for tomorrow. He sighed and wiped his brow, before hearing a commotion outside.

"Was that gunfire? It sounded like it came from out back."

He walked over to the back door of the shop, and cautiously opened it to see what was going on. As he looked, he saw a strange blur approaching very rapidly from down the alley.

[Ryukuruyu]

"Mhmm ..." Hogosha said as he put on the helmet which fully covered his face. For a unexperienced hero, he was a strange one. He had a full suit of Samurai Armor on, which, was, of course, strange. Normally, you would think he's slow, but, he's quite fast, very fast, actually. Hogosha walked out of his father's mansion, stepped outside in the cold night, looked up, breathed in through his nose, and breathed out through his nose. As soon as Hogosha breathed out, he started to dash towards the city as his father's mansion was far from the city, and, it also gave a nice view of the city. However, while the city looked nice on the outside, it was VERY dangerous inside of the city.

Hogosha ran into an alley way, took out his Katana, and continued to run. Hogosha had been running for around twenty minutes now, and, he wasn't tired at all.

"HELP ME, PLEASE!" The women yelled out. The alley way was dark, there was no light at all, thus, the women couldn't really see a thing except for the unlit face of her attacker. Hogosha, with his right hand on the Katana, ran towards the attacked, grabbed his shirt, ran up the building, threw him onto the building, and stuck the Katana next to his neck.

"Give me five good reasons why I shouldn't cut you open right now ..." Hogosha said in a dark tone.

"Let me go, dammit!" The attacker said.

"Wrong answer ..." Hogosha said. Hogosha put his foot onto the attacker's stomach, took out the Katana, and stabbed it into the Attacker's leg. The attacker screamed in an immense amount of pain. Hogosha then took out the bloody Katana, put it back into it's scabbard, picked up the attacker with his left hand, jumped off the roof, and ran towards the police station. As Hogosha neared the police station, Hogosha opened the door, threw the attacker into the police station, and ran in. Hogosha stopped at the front desk, picked up the attacker, and put him onto the desk. "Trust me on this when I say that this man just attacked a women ..." The woman at the front desk had her mouth open, it looked as though she wanted to talk, but, she couldn't The women then nodded and Hogosha ran out of the police station, looking for people like those.

[Question]

Nitro faltered when a door opened in the alley. He dodged around it, only to find that the alleyway suddenly ended with a giant wall. He dug his heels into the ground to slow himself. It was hard to stop short so quickly but he managed to stop before striking the wall. Nitro looked up at the wall then suddenly turned back when he heard a yell. He stared as the two were seemingly devoured by the shadows in the alleyway. There was someone standing in the shadows, as well as a girl with a bow and arrow. There was also that guy in the doorway. That made three people that he didn't know. In these times, he couldn't trust any one of them. Sure the two guys with the guns were gone but the others could be equally, if not more, dangerous.

Nitro hesitated then sank to the ground, simply unable to continue running. He had been running this entire time and was exhausted. He just needed a few moments to catch his breath, then he could flee again. If it turned out any of them were hostile… well, he would have to try and keep them distracted for a bit. If that failed, he was screwed. The speedster looked around at all the figures in the alleyway, panting slightly like he had just run a marathon.

[Merlyn22]

Artemis looked around, two heros. That was a change, and one random store-keeper. She was no match for two. "We'll this just got interesting now didn't it?" Artemis said trading her trick arrows for a grappling one. She fire it at a building on the opposite side of the street. It caught but just barely. "These are for the two heroes," Artemis said with almost discontent as she flung to cards from her back pocket. They were an official notice and all that crap. They were a warning of death. She saluted them and grappled to the other roof. She headed far away. She knew she couldn't take them.

As she started leaping from building to building. Looking for more heros. They were trouble with a capital T. As she did a flip forward she thought about the two other criminals. They were just developed in darkness. Definately something to watch out for.

[Sotiras]

"What in the world is going on back here?" Kent said to no one in particular after the scene unfolded before him. After watching the archer girl retreat, and warily eyeing the shadowy figure, he walked over to the panting boy, raising his arms slightly in a sign of nonaggression.

"You alright, there?" He asked, extending his hand to help him up.

[BlackestKnight]

Just a few blocks away from the impending street raucous centered a nearby hospital aptly named the McNider Hospital, erected posthomously in honor of Charles M. McNider, though the symbolic nature of who Mr. McNider was in life and their shared bond escaped Enzi, ironically. Maybe if he read more international publications, he would have made the connection sooner.

A decent sized group marched out from the entrance of the McNider Hospital, judging from their banter and relative age they appeared to be residents or interns. Enzi trailed close to the group, exchanging waves to his colleagues before ultimately breaking away. It was the third day in a row the group asked if he could come along for drinks, though he declined for obvious reasons. Even if he really wanted one...

It certainly didn't help any that he was just coming out of a 20-hour work stretch and was dead tired among other things. Still he had his other job to contend with, the night shift and that job didn't have paid sick leaves or any benefits. School, politics, and his secret gig , he was making himself sick just thinking off it all. Enzi couldn't remember the last time he had any...-sighing sharply-

Before he could finish that train of thought, gunshots stirred out, inciting the plain clothes intern to action, his alter ego switch turned on. His concerns seemed to all but dissipate from his mind, the student cautiously studied his surroundings before finding a nearby alley to get lost , casting off his streetwear, now stood a fierce titian tiger camouflaged amidst the urban scenery , stalking his prey cautiously before the pounce.

Enzi would hone his senses so that he drowned out the surrounding urban noise , only prey on his thoughts, his nostrils caught the scent of blood as well as gunpower, it filled about his mouth, gathering a taste for it, he glided ably down a structure leading to a padio, just above the scene, bladerang firmly in grip.