A young, well dressed woman, was giving her first big news report and hoping it would be the impetus that brought her career to new heights. "I'm here with Police Commissioner Jones at the site of one of the largest attacks on a metahuman population of the last decade. The Academy of Heroes and Villains, the school established to teach superhuman children in the responsible use of their powers, was one of the main reasons a treaty was passed that ended the war the wracked the globe in 2025. Commissioner, what can you tell the viewers about the attack?"

After clearing his throat, Commissioner Jones looks directly at the camera and replies, "While the Department doesn't want to cause any undue worry with pure speculation, a few things are rather clear. Based on the scale of destruction here, we're fairly certain the attack was either carried out by, or assisted by a group of metahumans. Aircraft are out of the question because they would have shown up on radar and we're certain that a bomb is off the table because the school had pretty advanced security systems in place that would have detected an explosive. Unfortunately, firefighters have already found several deceased and more remains are still being pulled out of the rubble. When emergency services arrived, no survivors were anywhere to be found so, as this time, we have to assume that there were no survivors. However, while we don't have any suspects at this time, we're doing everything in our power to find and catch those responsible. If there are any further questions, please direct them to our public relations representative, Mr. Garfield. Thank you" The commissioner walks off and join a group of officers in the distance.

With an audible exhale, the news reporter says, "You heard it here first, ladies and gentlemen, the Academy has been attacked by unknown metahumans. Stay tuned for further details as they emerge. This Jenna McCarthy with Channel 2 News."

Anthony Luthor

While sitting at the immaculately organized desk in his office at the LexCorp headquarters, Anthony Luthor leans forward on the edge of his seat, listening intently to a breaking news report. The news anchor, reporting in at the Academy of Heroes and Villains, was in the midst of interviewing the chief of police. Behind the pair, where the main building of the Academy should be, was nothing but a smoking pile of rubble. As he listens to the report, Anthony sighs heavily and thinks, I should have known something like this would happen eventually. I suppose the others will be finding their way back soon.

Johnathon Brock
With a grunt, John pumps out one last rep before setting the bar bell down and sliding out from underneath it and wiping the sweat from his face. As he walks toward the tiny kitchen of his apartment, the ringtone on his phone stops him. after glancing at the text, he shoots back a quick reply, "Stark, you know I don't have a TV. Just fill me in when the report's over, alright?" John drops the phone and grabs his bottle of water from the fridge before chugging it on the way to his bathroom. As he begins showering off, he can't help but wonder, Is the Academy really gone? Who's strong enough to do something like that?

Things had been a whirlwind since just before graduating. Losing the majority of her memory, apparently returning to the academy, having Ben's memories because of some device in the past. That last bit probably shaped her life more than anything. Constantly referring to Jack as her brother, reminiscing about things she never did, absentmindedly calling Peter Parker thinking he was her dad. That was an interesting conversation the first time it happened. Of course that didn't really occur until she learned to speak.

The thing was she couldn't just turn it off. Only knowing of another's past as her own she always felt a twinge of sadness every time she remembered that they weren't really family. But they still got to hand out from time to time. But after being left out of a family event it was clear that Estella genuinely couldn't get past what the fact that she wasn't a Parker. Unbenounced to her though Peter had already spotted it. Practically there was no transition. Estella was there to stay one way or another. And not long after Peter presented her with adoption papers. Sure she was a little older than most to be adopted but it overjoyed the girl none the less.

And that is where she was now, Estella Kuinu Parker. Still hard to believe three years later. Even though her memory of things before was starting to trickle back she had a home and a family here on Earth. Her birth parents and planet felt like a distant dream. The three of them Ben, Jack, and herself had graduated from the Academy a little early. The world needed heroes sooner than hoped and that meant the next generation stepping up. Together they formed a team of their own to fight crime. Estella had to undergo a lot of physical training to even try and keep up with her brothers natural athleticism.

So far it had been a quiet day. With both the heroes and villains lower in number that in the past it didn't always mean there was a crisis. The down time was welcome and probably would become less and less as more metas began popped up. Fixing up something for herself to eat she looked up as Ben entered. "Morning. Want me to make you eggs as well while I got everything out?"

Ben Parker
Ben walks into the kitchen in pajamas and slippers, tiredly rubbing his crimson eyes. He yawns as he replies, "Mornin' E. It depends, do we have any bacon? And I'm gonna start a pot of coffee, you want a cup when it's ready?" He walks past his adopted sister and sets up the coffee pot before turning on a small TV that sits on the kitchen counter. As a superpowered trip, Estella, Jack, and Ben usually kept the TV on news station, just in case anything happens while they're sleeping that they need take care of. Because of this, the first thing Ben saw once the TV came on was a certain news reporter at the site of the Academy. Ben stares dumbfounded for a moment before asking Estella, "Have you seen this?"

Phoebe was pretty much forcing Daniel into clothes as the young boy squirmed, when the news report came on. Her whole attention was diverted to the TV, which she could just see in the living room, and had the volume up so she could hear it, fear suddenly gripping her completely.

Dad... Her father had to have survived. It just didn't seem possible that there could be a world without Bruce Wayne. But...he would have contacted by now, she knew. Daniel squirmed, one arm half in his shirt, the other out, and gave a small cry. "Sorry, sorry Baby" Her voice was thick, "RYAN!" She called, holding Daniel in her eyes, eyes suddenly blurry.

"Ryan!" Urgency was in her voice, "Someone's attacked the academy!" She unconsciously jiggled Daniel, if only to stop him from crying at this sudden yelling, this outburst. She kissed his forehead, trying to sooth herself, but unable to. "Oh, gods, my father, the other teachers, the students!" She knew some of the students, having gone back a few times to visit, as well as to give guest lectures. Foolish, confused, troubled, cheerful young teens. and very young adults Just like she had been, like they all had been six years ago.

She still remembered that first day. She would always remember it. "Hey. You new here too? I'm Ryan. Ryan Allen. " . The very first person she had talked to. He had swept her off her feet-Literally. That first wild run, to the pizza shop still made her laugh. She had learned so much at the academy, and not just about her powers, but about herself. For it to suddenly be gone...it was a great loss. She looked down at Daniel. This child of hers, who already displayed Ryan's speed, her plant control. How were they to keep him safe, when the Academy, the one place that should be completely safe, was gone?

Panic began to set into her, and she clutched Daniel close to her. Her son would be safe.



Kalinda was already in her office, an early appointment forcing her to be there. She leaned back in her office, the patietns file open in front of her, listening, half, to the TV when the academy was mentioned. She looked up, eyes dark, watching the screen, the report. It was hard to tell just what she was thinking, not that there was anyone in the room to see her expression, curiously blank.

She leaned back in her chair, pondering it all for a moment.

"Well" She looked up at the ceiling, lips pursed. Then she leaned forward, pressing the intercom button. "Lacey? Please, cancel my appointments for the day. Something urgent has just come up"

"But, Miss, Sara has just arrive-"

"Tell Sara that her husband is cheating on her and that she isn't paranoid, no matter what he says and that sincerly hopes she goes and gets herself a lawyer to wring him dry and leave his sorry butt behind. That will help her more than anything I can do. Of course, she has my number is she wishes to contact me. But really Lacey, I need my day free"

She rose, going over to a conceal door in the far wall, opening it. Her suit, black, and hooded, hung there, almost like black, leathery skin. And that was, essential, what it was meant to be. A second skin. Tight fighting, clinging to her body in a way that let her move freely.

It was time to do some investigating, and spying. The academy wasn't just a place where she had learned to control her powers. It was, essentially, the only place she belong. So she would do what she could, to hunt the people down that had done this. Something else she was good at.

She pressed a button, and the windows blacked out. She changed into her suit, pulling the mask over her face, and then the hood. The only thing that wasn't tight about the suit was the extra, loose fabric that when she moved her arms out, hung between her arms, and back. Like wings. She checked herself over, nodded, and went out the secret entrance of her office.



Connor hadn't left home yet, curiously, for once, running late. He had began, over the last year or so, to take over more and more of the running of Stark industries, and preferred the hands on approach. So he was home when he saw the reported about the attack. It stopped him, made him frown.

He had heard nothing of a group that could do something like this, and Connor kept informed of a lot of activity. Someone who could do this, had to have power, members, and money. Kijani would be the best source of information, but is she didn't know anything about this group, for surely it had to be a group, then it would be beyond troubling.

He probably wouldn't get into work today.

He sent a few texts out, one to Ryan I wouldn't bother going in today. I think we have more pressing issues, don't you.? And if not, turn the news on, now and a similar one to John, virtually asking if he was watching, having, quite briefly, forgotten the man didn't own a TV, but surely something like this would be on the Radio as well, And definitely on the internet.

He sent a text back. You really need to get a TV, John. The Academy has been attacked. They don't think there is any survives. The police know virtually little. I have heard nothing of a group that could do this to the Academy. Have you heard anything?

There was recent graduates from the Academy, Connor knew. He would have to contact them, too. If only to make sure they were okay, after all, surely they had known some of the remaining students at the school.

What was going on?

John Brock

After John finishes his shower, he throws on some clothes before looking to see if Connor had replied. Once he had seen that Connor had not only responded, but that the Academy had been attacked, leaving no survivors, John picks up the phone and calls him immediately. "What do you mean there aren't any survivors? That school was packed with powerhouses like Superman and Mimic! I mean, I know they're kind of old, but they were both still healthy as horses. And yeah, I've heard of groups that could do something like this, but that was back before the war. I didn't think there were any really powerful groups left. Are you and your crew going to go check it out?"

"Earth..."

The dark, emotionless, yet young voice came from a man in his early twenties, staring out into the city from the large, high-classed flat that rested on a hill that overshadowed the city. The man had pale skin that seemed almost inhuman, along with dark, crimson eyes that held a powerful, subtle glow. His hair was still wet from a shower, the feathery naturally smoothing backwards down his neck. His face was young and handsome, undeniably so, and his jaws were cleanly shaven from any messy stubble. Due to the distance away from any peeping toms, the man simply wore a pair of jeans and sneakers, not bothering with a shirt due to the fact that he was just starting to get dressed for his business in town. This showed his physique - lean, with sinewy, hard, and compact muscles, lacking the thick bulkiness of bodybuilders...a build more for someone that practiced a sharp, concise exercising regiment.

"CAW!"

The disembodied, demonic sounding 'caw' forced the young man to slowly turn his gaze ever so slightly upwards. A shadowy, large eagle, it's four glowing crimson eyes wide open, was flying towards him at a blurring pace, each bat of it's wings sending shadowy, demonic energy flitting through the clouds. In it's sharp beak was the bleeding carcass of a deer. "Not on the balcony." Daeara deadpanned, taking a step back as powerful shadow energy blasted from his back, taking the formation of a hand, which proceeded to wrap around the bird and deer - ignoring it's indignant squawk. Meanwhile, a soft, comfortable, dark brown futon formed on the balcony's floor. The shadowy arm and hand gently sat the shadow demon eagle and it's food down on the futon, while Daeara rested his hands in his pockets and stared down at it with crimson, emotionless eyes.

"...."

"...."

"...."

"...."

"...Don't let anyone see you."

With a sigh, Daeara walked back into his home, amongst the victory squawks of Noire - his familiar.

Looking away from what she was doing she stopped completely when the scene actually sunk in. It was gone, the entire facility was nothing but rubble. Listening to the report there so far had been no sign that anyone was left. Who? How? These were questions that flashed through her mind. "They can't all be... We need to get there now." She turned and headed for her suit. The headset that was with it allowed her to control her ship with her telepathy. A benefit of having at least some tech from her homeworld.

Speaking of telepathy, rather than yelling she sent a message straight to Jack. "Jack get suited up. The academy has been destroyed." Getting ready herself she went to meet them at the ship. They'd gotten fairly good at the routine when the alarm was raised.

Ben Parker

Ben stares at the carton of eggs and pot of coffee longingly, "I guess that means no breakfast, huh?" he asks, somewhat sadly. With a single thought, the nanobots that comprise his clothing immediately reverting to their original form, his spider suit. "Are we all taking your ship or do you want to squeeze in a race?"

Connor barely let the phone ring once before he had answered. "Evidently someone is powerful enough to do this. Look online, see photos-I'm sure there are some by now. Yes, I'll be rounding them up shortly" How Connor wished he had had more time with them, but what was was. "I'm going to go there now. I'll meet them there. Are you going?"

Connor was already opening his briefcase-Little more then a disguise for his suit. Or rather, one of his suits, it in a matter of seconds forming how it was supposed to on his body. "My guess is, they were taken by complete surprise. Or...maybe they were captured, and couldn't ddo anything. think about it-how many times did we wake up, in a world that wasn't true, as a result of being put in a siM?"

John Brock

John nods to himself as he replies, "Yeah, I'll head over there soon. There's a big difference between a sim that the Manhunter made and real life though, Stark. I never would have thought this would happen. I'll see you in a few." With that, John hangs up the phone, slips on some sneakers, and begins the five mile run to the school. I really need to get a car one of these days.

Nicholas

Nicholas Crane the son of Jonathan Crane and Pamela Isley was getting ready to fight some crime,He was getting ready putting on his costume something similar to his father even though he didn't notice that it looked like his father's costume(It looks like this- http://smg.photobucket.com/user/therealsatam/media/TNBAScarecrow_zpse6868ac1.jpg.html).He heard was watching the rubble and ruins of his old academy when he was still green and a student of the school but he didn't care much about it.Nicholas turned off the t.v walking back to his table putting on his gloves that had his modified and more powerful fear gas in case his staff that could shoot his fear gas as a last resort.

He wouldn't call himself a hero or villain but to define himself he would be more of a anti hero,His body was different it wasn't lanky anymore he was taller and beefier looking like a young Arnold Schwarzenegger although he doesn't like to flaunt his rough looking body that were accompanied also by scars.His face was more rough looking with a few scars on his face and mostly on his body with new scars on his body.

Nicholas made his way out of his apartment door and outside to the fire escape to patrol the streets form the rooftops,He wasn't Batman and hated being compared to him in fact he hated it and made him grit his teeth in anger.The anti-hero named Blake by the news media for leaving pieces of paper with quotes form William Blake poems on the dead bodies of the criminals he kills.

He moved form rooftop to rooftop looking for crime listening carefully for anyone causing trouble.

Reinhardt

Meanwhile in a prison on Rakel island off the coast of Florida was Reinhardt Darkholme son of Ragdoll and Mystique was chained to a wall imprisoned,He was was jailed for the mass murder of some mutants mostly X-men a throne in his side and was trapped here the sentence was 15 years but he couldn't wait he needed to get out.

(Can someone play the Suicide Squad recruiter the middle man to get Reinhardt out of his jail,And i think of calling the group Darksiders)

He was ready.

Crow looked at his garb; the same clothing he wore back in the Demon Realm...enchanted by his family's personal enchantress, it was a slim, lean black cloak that draped over his entire form, leaving everything to the imagination. It wasn't flashy, like what he noted on every outfit of the 'superheroes' of this world. No...it was shadowy, dark...it was him. The only thing that could be considered symbolic was the mottled silver zipper that ran down the front, but only a small piece was unzipped, at the bottom, exposing nothing but dark boots. There was also a mottled silver clasp at the top front, in the shape of a demonic crow with glowing crimson eyes - but that was for another reason. All-in-all, it was his battle garb...the outfit he was the most comfortable in. Before Daeara, after all...he was 'Crow'. In a flash of black, shadowy feathers, Noire was perched on the cloaked man's shoulder...and, once more, in shadowy, disappearing feathers, they disappeared from the condo.

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Crow stood blatantly in the air, above the wreckage of the school, Noire flying in warning circles above his head. The dark, cloaked being's arms were passively to the side, even as the half-demon's crimson eyes wandered about, hidden within the shadows of his hood. This was the school...before escaping the demon dimension, he had been told by Trigon, that he should look into the happenings of this destroyed school. While he wasn't happy about following orders, he was privy to the information that whomever did this was incredibly powerful...

That interested him.

Connor stopped for a moment, transferring completely to his suit, he sent a message, first to Kijani saying he was heading to the academy, to see what had happened and to tell her if she didn't see the news, to check online, and others to his team, Get to the academy, we need to investigate what happened

He took off, into the air, pogramming in the route to the academy so he could, if need be, talk to others without having to focus on his route.

"Ignot, watch for any attacks" he said, wary



It took Kalinda seconds to get to the Academy. All she had to do was teleport there. She was reminded, as she always was, about her first clumsy teleportation. She was very lucky she hadn't hurt herself. She took to the air, looking about at the schools destruction. But something made her look around the air, a feeling of uneasy, uncertainty. She had learned to trust her instincts, and right now, she felt like she was about to be tossed into something...not necessarily good or bad.

She saw the other figure in the air, dressed quite similarly to herself. She hadn't seen them before, and to have them there, at the academy, wasn't a good sign, she thought.

She watched them, wary.

Erik stood in his room, hearing the enormous explosions all around him. . . debris fell down on him, but he somehow survived all of the decimation. The destruction filled his ears and he closed shut his eyes hard, drowning out everything so he could just remain sane. He heard the crying and the deaths of the dying, people in their last moments. He did not enjoy their pain but there was a part of him that felt good, as if his tongue had touched the meat of prey, and he reveled in the agony even as his heart seemed to shrivel and burn in the pain of feeling his friends and rivals alike excruciatingly shuffle off this mortal coil. He crawled out of the debris, noticing no survivors around him. . . there was a dead woman, a young girl, maybe no more than ten years old if that, just laying there, and no one to see him. . . he crawled, steadily towards her, ready to bite into her. . . unable to contain his hunger.

An evening to breathe, an evening to rest, it's all she wanted. The room had only the dimmest of light and some of that came from the moon light spilling through the large windows. Lounging with a dog dozing at her side and with a book balanced on her thigh Kat was writing in some runic alphabet. The picture was serene, a distant world from the chaos that preceded her. That was until the phone on the side obnoxiously flashed and buzzed, the dogs head snapping up at the sudden interruption. She'd forgotten to turn the infernal thing off, of course.

Quickly jotting down a few more notes and giving the dog a gentle stroke, she stood and picked up the phone planning to turn it straight off. However the alert gave her pause.


Her brow furrowed briefly and she went over to the TV. The harsh light filled the room and the dog jumped down from the sofa to slink away somewhere quieter. Switching to an international channel she was confronted with a sweeping shot of the smoldering remains of the Academy. "Gods..." She stood and watched the breakdown of the carnage but it soon became clear that the only current certainties was death and destruction. This was a power move but who was sending it, and what were they trying to prove.

It was not so much that she wanted to get involved but how could she not? She probably had some civic duty to ensure this was nothing Asgardian, that and she was more or less wired to thrive on dysfunction. So she was returning to the Academy, if situations were different she may have laughed. Turning off the television and taking a moment to give up the quiet night she longed for she went to prepare. Yes, she was returning but she wasn't wearing the guise any more. The role of the teen idle had grown dull long before she'd left, it was time for something a little more magical.

Ryan Allen
He always hated having to wake up so early. It was never easy to do and now he had to get to work at Stark Industries. He was currently fiddling with his tie and thinking about the past few years. He was married to the girl of his dreams and had a beautiful son. It was funny that this was all because of him saying hello. It was funny how things like that worked.

He froze for a minute when he heard Phoebe call for him. That was never good. He quickly flash ran into the room and looked around for whoever was attacking. He heard her words when he saw the news. His phone buzzed but he did not look at it. "Oh my God..." He said quickly hugging Phoebe. He had no idea if his father was there but he knew Bruce would be there. He hugged both of them close.

"What the... How? Okay we need to go there and see what happened. I can drop Daniel at Daycare before I take us there. " He said softly still holding them. "I doubt I am going to work today. "We are gonna get through this. We always do."

He quickly texted Connor. I am taking Phoebe to the site soon. I'll bring my kit to try and see if I can start figuring this out. He sent that mostly to calm himself down. Inside he was panicking but he was not going to show it ever.

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Jack Parker
Jack stumbled into the kitchen while his two sibling were just standing there. He was only wearing a pair of pajama pants. He was not even close to awake right now. He had spent most of the night patrolling the city. He as exhausted but atleast he had not been pestered by Midnight so that was nice. "I am right here, E. I heard." He said turning on his heel and walking back towards his room and pulling his suit on quickly. "I say we race. Ben already knows that he is gonna lose." He said trying to raise the mood a bit. A place important to all three of them was destroyed. He figured a joke would help a little bit.

"You do know this means we are all that remains of the super teams. I mean all the big ones are gone from that. Who knows who else was there."

Phoebe shook her head, "no. To me mother. She will die before she lets anything happen to him, and if need be, she knows how to hide. I want him Safe, Ryan. I need to know he is safe. That if anything happens to us, he will be safe. And it will give her something to do, go focus on" she said, putting Daniel in his arms, she finished packing the baby bag, putting in a few extra things, like some toys-although her mother had practically a whole store of toys for him-and things to that effect.

She gave that to Ryan to, and kissed Daniel on the forehead. "Be good" she let him hold her finger for a moment with one of his hands before saying "I'll be ready to go by the time you get back. Be careful"

She stepped back, darting to their bedroom.'she hadn't packed her things yet, her suit was hung over the door. She changed into it quickly, and took a moment to Herself, and then she went back out, to wait for Ryan.

Ryan quickly changed into his suit in the time that it took Phoebe to make a bag for Daniel. He had finally gotten the full Flash suit and he knew he was gonna need it. He ran back in and held Daniel . "You know I would die before I would let anything happen to you or him. " He said kissing the top of her head. He grabbed the back and looked around the room. He put his hands to brace Daniel and sped off out the door towards his mother-in-law's house. He moved so that he would not hurt Daniel but was still moving quickly. He managed to get there quickly. He figured that Daniel would not remember anything but the boy seemed to like when he was running. A classic sign of a speedster.

Ryan ran into Pamela's place and put Daniel down. He leaned down and kissed Daniel's blonde hair. "Be good. I'll be back no matter what." He said running back out the door this time much faster to their place. He ran in and looked at Phoebe. "Ready to go? We need to get going there as soon as we can." He said waiting to carry her there. "Also Daniel is gonna be a great speedster some day. He loves when I am running. My dad use to say I was like that at his age." He said proudly. "Some day he'll be running with me... Wow that is a great feeling."

Phoebe managed to smile, "he just loves being with you. He likes being held close, and the running is just a side benefit" she said, anusement managing to tinge her tone. She brushed back tears, cursing herself for a fool, that everything would be alright. But that nugget of fear just pushed it all aside.

She stepped to Ryan, "we always knew he'd be speedy-well I did. Rapid fast kicks and all that when I was pregnant with him" she laughed softly, and leaned against Ryan, to let him pick her up. "Dad has to be okay" she said softly, "beyond everything else, he can't go out like this, by a group of...of terrorists" she swallowed, "let's go"

She knew they would be there in no time flat

Ryan grinned back at her. "I still thinks he is more amazed by your powers. He loves plants. I wonder what a fast moving plant user will be like." He asked trying to get her to laugh. "He is gonna be a handful when he is older. I can only hope that he is more like you than me. Things could get ugly if he is like me. Way too headstrong." He said laughing again.

He smiled as he picked her up and nodded. "I was hoping he would be a plant user. When he gets older he is gonna eat a heck of a lot. Remember how I was a few years ago?" He asked holding her behind him. "Remember the first time I did this? The pizza place. The first day... It does not feel like six years ago." He said as he ran out the door towards the school. Again he was not being as fast as before. He did not want to hurt Phoebe.