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Kyle sat on the edge of his bed for the first time in what seemed like weeks. With the threat that the Pax Metahuman terrorists neutralized, he looked forward to some much needed rest. He lay back on the bed, so sore and exhausted that he didn’t even bother to get out of the rest of his uniform. He just closed his eyes, and before he knew it he began to drift off to sleep. However, the vision that the Silver Sorceress had imposed on him during the conflict haunted him. No matter how hard he tried, he was unable to get it out of his mind. Even now as sleep began to take hold, the vision that the evil witch had forced on him echoed in his mind.

”Sam, please don’t leave me too.”

Suddenly, he shot up straight and sat in his bed, his heart pounded in his chest as he looked around, relief washed over him as he recognized his surroundings. As relieved as he was, he knew that no matter how hard he tried, or how much he needed it, sleep would not come tonight. So instead of laying back down, he looked to his night stand and saw his phone. He had neglected to bring it with him when he met the others at Sherman Center, and now realized that with everything that had been going on not just in Lost Haven, but all across the country, that was probably a mistake.

47 messages.

Though some of them were from his father, and a few were from Dmitri and Hannah, the vast majority were from Sam. The realization of what he had done, what he had put her through over the last twenty four plus hours hit him square in the gut. While he was off with the likes of Icon and Thunderbolt and Boom, she was sitting alone, growing more and more frantic because she hadn’t been able to get a hold of him. He listened to the messages that she had left on his voicemail, each on becoming more concerned than the last, until finally she had a level of desperation in her voice.

“Kyle, where are you? Call me.”

As he listened to the messages that Sam had left, as well as the ones that Dmitri and Hannah had left on her behalf, guilt washed over him. Even though he had gone off to save her, to save the world, he had left Sam behind without so much as a word, and he could see the damage that had done to her. He was going to fix this, and he was going to do it now. Without thinking, he grabbed his cowl and put it on, and without hesitating, he took off out the window and headed off in the direction of Sam’s dormitory.

As he approached Sam’s dorm, Kyle questioned why he had chosen to go to her in his uniform. He could have just called her, told her that he was alright and that he was coming over to see her. He knew that this was not the best way to do this, that he could compromise everything if someone had seen him. The only things that he had going for him was that the campus was largely empty due to the terrorist threat. Plus, there was the fact that while Sam and Kerri had been roommates, Kerri had recently started unofficially commuting from home, which had essentially left Sam in the dorm room alone.

He found himself standing outside of Sam’s dormitory looking up into her window. Sam’s room was on the second floor, a mere twenty feet from the ground. Unlike his own dorm room, Kyle could easily get to her window by way of a simple jump and a bit of parkour, something that had become more than second nature during his time as Lyger.

Before he knew it, he was counting his blessings that recent events hadn’t caused her to keep her windows locked at night as he pushed the window all the way open and pulled himself into the room. The window gave a slight squeal as he closed it, and though it wasn’t much, it was more than enough to stir a young woman who was known to be a light sleeper.

Suddenly, the lights came on.

“What the…?!” Sam’s frightened voice sounded as she caught a glimpse of the intruder.

At first, Sam had thought that someone was breaking into her room. She didn’t know if it was a thief, or worse. Or perhaps, it was just someone else from the dorm trying to pull some sort of prank. However, seeing someone that she had just seen on TV trying to take down the Pax Metahumana terrorist cell standing before her in her dorm room was a bit more of a shock.

“Wha….what are you doing here?” She managed, fear and surprise stunting her ability to speak.

“Sam…” Lyger said softly as he took a step toward her. As he did so she jumped back a bit in her bed. “It’s okay.” Lyger assured her as he reached up and began to slowly remove his mask.

“It’s me.” Kyle told her, not sure what was going to happen next.

“Kyle?” Sam said unbelievingly as she got up out of her bed and slowly started toward him “You…you’re….”

“Yeah, I’m Lyger.” He said as she wrapped her arms around him, a sense of relief washing over the both of them as their lips met, and the horrors of the last few days finally fell away.
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Shhhh, I need Rach sane. Perfectly sane!


No promises.
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WE'RE doomed.


Oh...if you only knew the plans I have for season 2...you'd laugh at how accurate that statement is.
Quick post is up...and apparently, all is not what it seems...
Sherman Square, Lost Haven, 10:06PM

Detective Jason Allen cursed to himself as he climbed from his car. The bright lights of Sherman Square shined behind him as he made his way to his destination. He had been on his way home when he got the call over the radio. Some junky had found a body in a dumpster behind The Bangkok Café just off of 53rd Street. Reluctantly, he headed in that direction.

This was the last thing that Detective Allen wanted to do. He had already worked a sixteen hour shift, and his girlfriend had made it clear that she had big plans for him when he got home. However, the city had other plans for him.

“What’ve we got?” Allen asked a uniformed officer as he crossed the yellow police tape.

“You might want to take a look for yourself.” The officer replied.

Allen pushed past the officer and went toward the group of other officers and crime scene investigators who were gathered around the dumpster in the alley. Useless prick. he thought to himself as he approached the dumpster. As he walked up to the large green receptacle he spotted one of the few cops on the force that he actually liked.

“Jones.” He greeted the man with a nod. “Talk to me.”

“Detective.” Jones said in response. “It’s one of them.” he said looking up to the sky and pointing. “A cape.”

“Awww Jesus.” Allen said as the realization that his lady’s plans would most definitely have to wait. “Alright, show me.” Allen sighed as Jones obliged. The taller middle aged man pulled open the top of the dumpster, revealing the corpse of a young woman in star spangled attire.

Allen had seen a lot since he transferred to LHPD from San Diego, but nothing quite like this. The woman had suffered multiple stab wounds in the chest and stomach, and her neck was visibly broken, with her head twisted around 180 degrees. From the looks of things, she’d been there for awhile.

But none of that had prepared him for what he saw before him now. He knew the victim, a lot of people knew her. She had been around for decades, yet somehow looked to still be in her early 30’s. She had been a member of a group of heroes in the 1940’s who had fought against the Nazis, but hadn’t really done anything since. While the group had their fans, Detective Allen always thought that they were highly overrated. They were more or less living propaganda, figures that the people could rally behind. In fact, according to Allen’s great grandfather, who actually fought in World War II, their roles in the conflict were greatly exaggerated. The fact that they did absolutely nothing following the war was all the proof that skeptics needed that they were nothing more than frauds.

“Jeezus…Is that…Is that Lady Liberty?” Allen said as he felt his dinner threatening to force its way up out of his stomach. “When did this happen?”

“That’s the weird thing.” Jones said. “According to the coroner, she’s been here for at least a week.”

“Bullshit.” Allen said. “I saw her on TV tonight with Icon and the Super Friends as they were getting ready to take on those Pax Metawhatsits earlier tonight.”

“Well, apparently, whoever that was, it wasn’t her. Lady Liberty is deader than shit, and she’s been that way for days.”
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Ok, I asked just because with Pax done, I wanted to give you guys enough time to finish that up.

Everyone else can start getting ready to wrap up their seasons. Hound, Ded and I will be wrapping up the Nightmare arc, which I would anticipate will be done in about that same time frame, if not sooner.
Hey, just out of curiosity....how close is Natural Selection to being done?
No, no...nothing like that. I was just playing around and accidentally posted something here
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