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After several minutes, Icon finally began to slowly stir. He was in immense pain. The gashes on his back burned, his ribs ached so badly that it was difficult for the hero to draw breath, and his leg felt as if it were broken. First he slowly sat up, and then, leaning against the wall which he had been thrown into, he attempted to stand. 

He didn’t know what the creature Nightmare was, however he did know that he had never come up against anything like him. He wondered what had happened, where had Nightmare and the gold and black clad woman run off to, and why didn’t they finish him off. 

Then he saw them.

A group of men, or what was left of them in STRIKE tactical gear strewn among the party goers, blood and body parts littered the floor of the warehouse. It was then that he realized what must have happened. While he was down, STRIKE had come in to try to take the killer down, but again were overmatched by the monster. 

With no signs of Nightmare or his cohort, and barely able to walk, Icon made his way toward the exit of the warehouse, and froze in place when he saw the parting gift that the pair had left. Something that sent a shiver down his spine as he looked upon the gruesome image that had been left for the public to see. A grotesque work of art, born of blood and fire, etched onto the floor of the warehouse.

A simple message, meant not necessarily for him, but for the media and more importantly, STRIKE. However, as gazed at the grotesque writing that lay upon the floor, for the first time he questioned himself. He had faced a number of threats in his time in Lost Haven, however, never anything quite like Nightmare. For the first time, he didn't believe that he could win. For the first time, he was afraid. 

[b]Hello Lost Haven
 4 of 20
 Recruiting
 Nightmare
 Soulfire[/b]