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| Topic Started: Apr 28 2010, 02:25 PM (407 Views) | |
| Gorvar | Apr 28 2010, 02:25 PM Post #1 |
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The streets of New York always were, and still are, deadly for the inexperienced passers by. Even for it’s hardened occupants the city could claim you as a sacrifice to it’s criminals and it’s insane. However, even in the darkest of cities, there is a spark of hope. Super-heroes, men and women dressing up in costumes fighting evil and helping people. This one is one of them. The newspapers back in Europe and now in the daily bugle call him ‘Time-Warrior’, the man who can be anywhere in less then ten seconds. He was a new super-hero, in the business for almost over a year. His swords seemed to have a mind of their own as they disabled the pistols a group of criminals attacking the hero. ‘You guys are the slowest guys I ever fought!’ TW exclaimed as he kicked one masked villain away. ‘I mean, back in Belgium I fought almost everything you could throw at me.’ The hero held out his right hand as three crooks shot at him. The bullet stopped midway, floating in the air. As the crooks blinked the bullets flew back to their respective guns, exploding in their owner’s hands. This left the three vulnerable to a quick take down attack, which the hero took. ‘Super villains, aliens, giant robots, well maybe not giant robots...’ He ran towards the villains as he raised his fist. He slammed it into the first crook’s face, the weight of the hilt of the sword added to the impact, then used the flat side of his sword of his free arm to knock out the second. When the third tried to grab his knife the hero swept his feet with the other sword, dropping the villain to the ground. It all went fluidly now, he didn’t need to think anymore, the swords worked on auto pilot. This scared him. Even now, almost a year later after he received them from a package, he didn’t know their origin or how they enabled him to manipulate space and time to a small degree. ‘And scene.’ The hero put his swords on his back, back in their scabbards. ‘I would like to thank you for sucking at your job.’ He turned around, nodding at the scared couple he saved from the group. ‘You two all right?’ ‘Y...yeh.’ the boy, somewhere around 18-20 years, nodded. ‘Thank you...’ TW nodded. ‘Any time, be sure to join the Time-Warrior fanclub, I’m this close from beating Spider-man’s membership list.’ He held his thumb and index finger a mere inch from each other with a grin. The two nodded nervously and ran off. When they left he let out a sigh. ‘Note to self, stop trying to recruit people after you just saved him.’ He said to himself, grabbing some rope from his belt with a X emblazoned on it. He grabbed the nearest unconscious villain, tying him up. In the shadows a decrepit figure sat and watched. After the hero disappeared he grinned. He found him, after so many years he found him again. Detective Sarah Harley was sat writing her reports as her partner came in. ‘Sarah, think fast!’ the rather nerdy looking Phil Mcmillan said as he threw over a can of cola. The red haired female detective caught the can without looking up, making George blink. ‘Woah.’ Phil opened his can. ‘You didn’t even look, who are ya, Spider-man?’ ‘If I grew some male reproductive organs, maybe.’ She grinned as she put her pen down. ‘A simple no would’ve sufficed.’ Phil took a sip form his cola can. A officer ran in the room. ‘Hey guys, we got another package!’ The two detectives ran outside the building, staring at the sight on their doorstep. A group of unconscious men were sat outside, tied together by a rope. On the rope there was a note hung on to it. ‘Who could it be this time....?’ Sarah asked half annoyed. She walked downstairs, grabbing the note. ‘I’m betting on Daredevil tonight.’ Phil followed with two other officers. ‘Nope.’ She replied, showing the symbol on the note. The symbol was two triangles opposite of each others, one on top of the other, like a crude hourglass. ‘Time-Warrior.’ ‘Right...’ Phil sighed as he dragged the mob away with the other officers. ‘Whatever.... Captain Stacey will have a field day at this one..’ Tw appeared back in his apartment as he took his mask off. He glanced at the clock on the wall. 2 o’clock AM. He expected Wolverine to call in 5 hours to report for duty. George Gargan, for that was the hero’s name, took off his belt, smiling at the X sign on it. He enjoyed being a part of the X-men, and felt a certain amount of pride to represent them on his solo happenings. George put the belt down along with his swords, sighing as he reminded himself he was living a lie. He was not a mutant, not a ‘true’ member of the team. Almost no one, not even his girlfriend Abigail, on the team knew this. So far only Thunderbird, who seemed to share a similar struggle to become a hero, and possibly Wolverine, who seemed to have a form of amnesia going, knew this. George glanced at his swords, knowing that they were his source of power. If it weren’t for them, he would’ve been married by now. He shook his head. No, he was over her, he was over Marie....and yet. He went to the bathroom, opening the medicine cupboard. He switched into his T-shirt and boxers, not even pausing at the blue marks on his body. The scars he gained over the past year, the bullet wound on his shoulder being the latest, seemed as of to no significance to him. Instinctively he grabbed the pain killers as he filled a glass of water. He took out a tablet, letting it dissipate in the water. A quick glance outside the window made the Belgian superhero shake his head as he saw a woman in the apartment across the street, waving at him seductively. He waved at her back as he shut off the bathroom light. His neighbour, Laura, was a strange woman who had a strange fascination with him. ‘Must be the accent.’ He mused. He closed the shutters just in time as Lucy had her current boyfriend kiss her. A front to be make him jealous, or out of spite for having had a fall out with Abigail, he didn’t know nor did he ask. George sat down in his chair as he grabbed the phone. He drank the pain killer in one gulp as he dialled the number. It took a small while when the phone on the other end was answered. ‘Hello...?’ the female voice on the other end asked. ‘Whoizzit...?’ ‘Hey.’ George smiled. ‘it’s me.’ ‘Hey George...’ the voice on the other end seemed happier. ‘What time is it?’ The Belgian looked at the clock on the wall. ‘2:15 AM.’ ‘Why are you calling me this early?’ ‘Just....’ George paused. ‘I just wanted to hear your voice.’ ‘You could have waited until the morning, or more logically sleep here .’ ‘And wake you up every time I’m coming home under the pain killer?’ ‘You are not improving your point.’ Abigail replied. Before he could reply, the glass of his balcony shattered. ‘George?’ ‘Got to go!’ George put his phone down, grabbing his swords. George stared at the small frail figure standing in front of him. It was a old man, wearing only a pair of worn trousers with a long white beard. His eyes that lit red seemed to be fuelled by a evil force. ‘At last, we meet again Time-Warrior...’ ‘Who the hell are you?!’ George pointed his sword at the old man. ‘Call me....Frank.’ The old man grinned. The old man moved like lightning, punching and kicking the Belgian all over the place. George groaned in pain, the pain killers slowing him down. ‘Pathetic...’ Frank sighed. ‘The last time we did battle you could’ve avoided that strike.’ Tw got up immediately, punching the old man in the face after he kneed him in the chest. The old man grinned, wiping the blood from his mouth. George blinked, was that green blood he just saw? The old man leaped outside, chuckling madly. George put his costume back on and gave chase. ‘God....’ Phil sighed relieved. ‘Glad our shift is done...’ Sarah nodded as she rubbed her temple with her right hand. ‘If I see one more report I’ll kill someone.’ She sighed. ‘Day off tomorrow, that’s a plus.’ Her male companion steered the car to the left. ‘I guess...want to go clubbing?’ Phil chuckled. ‘Sorry, I got a raid tomorrow on WoW.’ ‘And here wonders why you don’t have a girlfriend...’ ‘I’m already being ordered around by one woman, why would I want to get ordered around by another.’ Phil grinned as he set his glasses straight. He nerd hit the brakes as a old man landed in front of them. ‘Holy crap...’ the man muttered. The old man outside glanced inside the car, grinning. Before either officer could reply the old man punched the glass of the car in, his hand inside Phil’s chest. ‘Phil!’ Sarah shouted out as she saw the old man throw the bloodied corpse of her partner out. She grabbed her gun, firing round after round into the old man’s chest...but he kept moving. He now aimed his bloodied hand at her, preparing to strike.... He cried out in pain as it fell to the ground, it being cut off by one of Time-Warrior’s swords/ ‘Oh your in for it now old creep!’ TW attacked Frank, jumping up and kicked him in the face. Sarah grabbed her radio. ‘This is Detective Sarah, we got a officer down, repeat, officer down!’ Tw threw Frank against a large garbage dumpster, almost slipping over the green blood from the old man’s severed arm. ‘You didn’t need to kill that man Frank, now I’m going to bust you up real-‘ The hero was interrupted when he was tackled down by a unknown force. He kicked it off as he grabbed his swords, standing back up. His eyes went wide when he saw who the assailant was....the man Frank just killed, minus a heart. ‘Zombies...Are you fu**ing kidding me?!’ Tw shouted out loud. The zombiefied Phil groaned as he ran towards the sword wielding hero. ‘Oh hell I’m going to get nightmares out of this one...’ George groaned as he ran towards the zombie. With one quick slice he cut Phil’s head off, granting the officer peace. ‘You’ll pay for this Fra-‘ Tw turned around to confront the old man, but only found a few drops of green blood. He turned to see the severed arm, but only found the same. ‘Great...’ Tw put his swords away. ‘Can this get any worse?’ ‘NYPD, freeze!’ Time-warrior turned around slowly as small group of policemen stood behind him, their arms trained at the time-bender. ‘Hey, I didn’t kill that man, he was dead already.’ Tw said. ‘You are under arrest for the murder on Lieutenant Phil Mcmillan!’ one of them shouted. ‘So drop your weapons and lay face down!’ George glanced over to Sarah who was being looked after by one of the psychologists. ‘How did they get here so fast..?’ George wondered. ‘Last warning Time-Wariror, arms down!’ The officers armed their guns. ‘Hey easy now, let’s not-‘ BANG George faded out of the street just as the bullet hit his arm. Abigail yawned as someone knocked on her door. ‘I’m coming, I’m coming...’ she said as she put on her robe. When she neared the door it became more rapid. ‘I’m coming, I’m coming!’ she growled, opening the door. ‘This better be-‘ She gasped as she saw George leaning against the wall, blood dripping from his arm. ‘Abi...’ was all George could utter as he fell down on the ground, unconscious. Meanwhile, back in the dark alleyways of New York, the old man known as Frank grinned as his severed arm became connected with his body again. ‘And so it begins...’ TBC |
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| LoganActor | Apr 30 2010, 08:28 AM Post #2 |
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Oooooh. Creepy. I like it. |
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| Gorvar | Apr 30 2010, 10:51 AM Post #3 |
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Thanks ^^ I've never done a story before where George meets one of his own enemies. Spider-man has the Green goblin, Wolverine has Sabretooth and Time-Warrior has Old Frank. |
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| LoganActor | Apr 30 2010, 11:59 AM Post #4 |
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Nice! I was wondering who this crazy zombie making guy was. I had no idea. I was all "Frank? As in Castle? No, no...not Frank Castle....dang! Who is this guy?! |
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| Gorvar | Apr 30 2010, 06:11 PM Post #5 |
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On a un-related note i'm currently writing a new spin on Frank Castle for a assignment given to me by the Marvel Boards. Got a prologue ready with some typical Punisher stuff in, but i'm trying to make a differant kind of Punisher..sometihng unique. But yeh Old Frank is a unknown mutant that can create zombies and is able to enahnce his own powers with the souls he steals of his enemies. |
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| LoganActor | Apr 30 2010, 10:40 PM Post #6 |
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Hmm. Unique twist on the Punisher? How about a mission that gets FUBAR. Completely hopeless. See how Frank deals with a battle that he literally cannot win. |
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| Gorvar | May 1 2010, 02:28 AM Post #7 |
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A good idea, though I think his war on crime is allready one such battle. Yes he wins skirmishes, wipes out entire gangs and the like, but he'll never destroy all crime. However I could use your idea in his backstory though thanks. I was more on the lines of giving Frank Castle a alter ego. He is the Punisher, but while in the comics he does it pretty much all the time, he has a normal idenity to go out in public. My girlfriend came up with the idea he should join into poliics. At first i was a bit '...really, Frank Castle in politics?' but then i started thinking. It's completely plausible he makes a survivor's group for victims of gang crime, making fundraiders and such, claiming 'they all should stick together' while really he's just picking his next target from the newcomers. |
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| LoganActor | May 1 2010, 09:49 PM Post #8 |
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Hmmm....*strokes chin thoughtfully* That's interesting, actually. I'd like to see where this goes. |
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| Gorvar | May 2 2010, 04:10 AM Post #9 |
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I'll post my prologue chapter up these boards. |
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| Gorvar | May 5 2010, 10:11 AM Post #10 |
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What happened Previously: After a normal night of patrolling Time-Warrior aka George Gargan, comes home to find an old man named ‘Frank’ who claims to have met Time-warrior before. Before George could ask the old man attacked with a surprising strength, drawing the super hero out his apartment. During the fight a cop in civilian gets killed, his death blamed on the super hero. George, with a bullet hole in his arm, collapsed at his girlfriend’s door, pleading for help. George winced as Abigail poured some disinfected fluid on his arm, making sure the bullet wound would not cause any problems later. ‘You should go to a doctor...’ She said as she wrapped a bandage around his arm. ‘You’re a scientist who doesn’t ask questions on how and why I got shot.’ He replied with a grin. ‘Scientists are not doctors George, nor am I not asking questions, what happened?’ He told her what happened. About Frank, his powers, how the officer got killed and his partner having just made it out alive. Abigail pondered. ‘We should tell the others.’ ‘No.’ George replied as he put his shirt back on. ‘This is something I have to do myself.’ ‘Are you insane?’ Abigail shouted. ‘You’ll get killed!’ ‘This guy is after me Abi, not you or the others. Besides the alst thing I want is to be in debt with Wolverine.’ He said as he stood up. ‘So what is your next move then?’ ‘Paying a visit.’ Sarah was more furious then relived when she heard of her extended stay home ‘Why?!’ she shouted. ‘Phil was my partner, I should be part of this investigation!’ Grant sighed. ‘I’m sorry Sarah, Captain’s orders.’ He took a cigarette from his coat. ‘No smoking Grant, cutting back remember ?’ His partner Jones pointed out as he put his arm on Grant’s arm. ‘Oh, for f**k sake...’ the elder detective groaned as he put it back. ‘Just....just keep me informed okay?’ she asked. Grant nodded. ‘Will do kid, get better soon.’ The two detectives left the apartment, Sarah crying out in anger a few minutes later. She walked over to her closet, going through her clothes until she found her pistol. She put her gun between the back side of her jeans and shit, putting a red coat over it so it could not be seen. ‘I’ll just have to go out myself.’ ‘I don’t think that’s a good idea.’ A voice said behind her. She grabbed her weapon as she turned around, aiming it at the source of the voice. ‘Show yourself scumbag!’ she loaded her fire arm. Time-warrior stepped out of the shadow, holding out his hands. ‘Easy, I’m on your side.’ ‘Time-Warrior.’ She lowered the pistol. ‘What are you doing here?’ ‘Mutual goal, you want justice, I want my ‘good’ name back.’ Of course George wanted to know more about this ‘Frank’ and their shared past. As well as a a$$ kicking. ‘Right then...’ she put the gun away. ‘We’re working together until we find this guy, then this truce is over.’ She offered her hand. ‘Deal, cant wait for you to shoot at me again.’ He shook her hand. ‘Crime scene?’ ‘Crime Scene.’ It was nearly sunrise when the two ported in the closed off scene, Sarah immediately running over to the nearest trash can. George looked away as he heard her hurl. ‘Sorry about that, some people cant take porting very well then others.’ ‘Shut up.’ She wiped her mouth with her sleeve as he walked over to him. TW knelt near the green blood trail, picking some of it up with his gloved finger. ‘Green blood...’. ‘Who has green blood?’ Sarah asked. ‘It’s supposed to be red.’ ‘Hm, that’s not the strangest of all, look, it’s still fluid.’ Sarah inspected the blood puddle. ‘Your right, it’s been nearly four hours, it should’ve been Coagulated by now.’ She took a sample. ‘Now to get this to a lab....’ ‘No need.’ George said and took the sample, taking a device out of his X-belt. The sample went in the device. ‘What’s that?’ she asked. ‘A little device a blue furred friend of mine made, having scientists in your line of work is handy.’ Sarah blinked, but let the issue be. George read the results. ‘Hello....this guy’s bloodstream is loaded with acenocoumerol and apparently he’s dope high aspirin. ‘ ‘Aspirin, as in medicine aspirin?’ George nodded. ‘His entire blood stream seems to be full with anti Coagulating properties.’ ‘And this brings us closer to the killer, how?’ George rubbed his chin. ‘We know he’s taking a lot of medicine, slowing down his blood stream and making it as fluid as possible...’ Sarah snapped her fingers. ‘This your device say if he ate anything?’ ‘Says he ate chicken, why?’ ‘There is only one restaurant surrounded by hospitals and pharmacies.’ ‘Your right, that new place ‘Frank’s fine cuisine!’ Tw put the device away. ‘Right, let’s get going then.’ He went to grab her arm. ‘Oh nonono, I already lost my lunch, let’s go in my car, it’s in a garage not far from here.’ ‘Problem, I’m wearing spandex Detective Harley and your friends are willing to shoot at me ON SIGHT.’ She glanced at the sleeping drunk with a coat and hat on the side. ‘You got change?’ she grinned. Sarah’s car, an red hummer, slowly drove through the waking city of New York with a coat/hat wearing Time-Warrior next to her. ‘Nice car.’ He spoke up. ‘Thanks, still paying it off with my crummy pay check.’ She replied as she turned around the corner. ‘My heart bleeds....’ the Belgian chuckled. The car parked not far from the restaurant. The two stepped out with Tw pulling the coat a bit closer to him. ‘Next move?’ he asked. ‘I’ll go in there, ask some questions, you go in back and see if that bastard is in there.’ George nodded and ported away around the corner as Sarah walked inside. Sarah glanced around the just opened restaurant where a Asian, rather pale looking, servant walked over. ‘Good morning and welcome to Frank’s fine cuisine’ where we serve the finest and most sophisticated food this side of New York, how can we help you?’ ‘Good morning, I’m Detective Sarah Harley, NYPD.’ She flashed her badge. ‘Can I speak with the manager please?’ ‘Sure miss, please take a seat, we’ll send the manager out in a moment.’ The servant said and walked off as he bowed. Sarah did take a seat and ordered something to drink and eat while waiting. The servant entered the managers room, bowing deeply at the figure in the dark office room. ‘Excuse me sir, there is a police officer who wishes to speak with you.’ The figure turned around, his red eyes flaring. ‘Red haired, female?’ ‘Yes sir, but how-‘ ‘Call the men, close the shutters, kill her.’ ‘Y-yes sir.’ The servant quickly left the room. As Sarah ate she noticed the busy workers, all pale she just noticed, were slowly closing the doors and blinding the shutters. She placed a hand on her gun, biding her time. She licked the last bit of soup from her spoon, holding it in front of her. She grinned as she saw one of the workers creeping up behind her, knife drawn. Before he could strike she grabbed the knife from his hands and punched him across the room. The detective grabbed her pistol and badge. ‘NYPD freeze scumbags!’ The servants backed up for a moment. ‘Anyone who gets one step closer will get fired upon!’ The workers growled, one actually running up to her with his knife. Sarah aimed at his kneecap and took her shot. The worker fell down flat on his face... green blood dripping from his knee. ‘Oh shit....’ she growled. The doors of the kitchen flew open as Time-Warrior sliced a cook’s arm off, green blood flying around. ‘Detective Harley, we need to get-‘ He stopped as he saw Sarah dealing with her own foes. ‘Oh....you know then.’ She nodded, the two going back to back. ‘Well....there’s a good side to this?’ He said. ‘Which is?’ ‘We found our guy?’ She groaned as the pale employers neared with their knives drawn. In the manager’s office Frank pulled his suit off as he watched the security camera’s filming the situation in the dining room. With a smirk smile he slowly walked out of his office. Today, the Time-Warrior will die. TBC |
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