Note:This is a fan fic based off of my main on my home server (Liberty). Although Captain Mayhem is themain character othersfrom my Super Group as well as some friends from Liberty will will appearances from time to time.

Disclaimer: You know the usual... I don't own any part of City of Heroes or Villians... although if I did I'd have some major bank because I did the math... and with 150,000 subscribers at $15.00 a month that's some major bank. To be honest I don't even own the character Captain Mayhem... which after thinking about it is kind of depressing because he's uber... I mean really... not to mention to time spent of getting him to level 50... but nonetheless this is all a work of my imagination, and although parts may be taken from the game this doesn't reflect the gameplay or story in any way... just the fictionaladventures of a character I made in amassively multiplayer onlineworld... does that make it a fictional account of actual events?

Captain Mayhem and The Preventors of Carnage

Episode 1: Arrival part I

After finally exiting the taxi just outside of Freedom Corps in Galaxy City, Captain Mayhem had decided on one thing and one thing only: this was unlike anywhere he had ever seen. Statues of fallen heroes stood hundreds of feet in the air symbolizing the sacrifices they had made to their city, country, even galaxy in some cases, and the appreciation the citizens had for those sacrifices. He looked up in awe at the Statue of Galaxy Girl, her arms high in the air, and she almost seemed to be flying. After finally regaining his composure he reached into his pocket and attempted to pay the fare, but the cab driver quickly stopped him, "Hey... I know what you are. I'm dropping you off in front of Freedom Corps in that getup and you expect me to charge? You might be saving my life soon, no way. Just make sure keep yourself alive out there you hear?"

Although not knowing what was meant by "that getup" while re-observing the red and white costume he had designed and purchased from Image Inc. the soon to be hero simply smiled at the gesture and returned his wallet to his pocket as he leaned on to the passenger side window and shook hands with the friendly cabby. "No problem on my part, just make sure I get one of these statues one day." The cabby simply grinned back before wishing the new hero good luck and pulling off. In the back of his mind he wondered if the guy that just left his cab really could end up being immortalized with a giant statue of his own one day... naa, how great could he be if he had to catch a cab in the first place.

But he wasn't the only one thinking that. Captain Mayhem stood at the door to the building wondering the same thing. He was about to follow in the footsteps of the some of greatest heroes the world has ever known, would he come to be great in his own right or just some street level hero lost in a sea of capes, flashy costumes and fancy gadgets? Essentially he would be nothing if he couldn't get past his anxiety and make it through the door. A figure not much taller than his and of about the same build was approaching from the other side of the door and at one glance seemed to know exactly what to say, "Hey, you can't be a hero if you don't register, get moving!"

And before Cap could say anything they were gone in a puff of bright light... hmph, teleporters. He didn't know whether his face reflected his feelings that much or if his encourager read his mind... but they said exactly what he needed to hear. After shaking off what remained of his doubts Captain Mayhem pushed open the doors to the Freedom Corps building and was completely unamazed by the scenery. For all it's hype the building was no more amazing than any office building in New York City.

He looked around and spotted several Longbow on patrol (who's costumes, which by accident, very closely resembled his) around the building as well as several other various heroes (or so he guessed) moving out and about. He spotted a sign over a desk which he read as "registry" and felt the knots tighten in his stomach as he moved towards it. After finally approaching a rather normal looking man in a blue suit who looked absolutely bored he stood there for a few seconds not exactly sure what to do. After a few seconds of awkwardness the man looked up at him with a bored look.

"Can I help you sir?" The man said completely void of enthusiasm. Cap froze for a few moments before remembering what to say.

"Uhh... yeah, I'm here to register."

The man routinely punched some keys on the computer in front of him before asking, "Name of the Super Group please?" By this point Cap was completely lost as thoughts of the Freedom Phalanx, Dawn Patrol and others danced through his head. Noticing the confusion of this obviously green hero the man simply pointed up towards the sign where Captain Mayhem had managed not to see "Super Group" prominently hovering over registry. The man returned to his world of perpetual boredom leaving the hero to figure things out for himself. Not seeing anywhere else to go Captain Mayhem finally exited the building, a feeling of failure overpowering all others. He sat on the steps of the Freedom Corps building for a few seconds unsure of what to do. As he thought memories from his past began to flow through his mind...

He remembered growing up a mutant in a not so mutant friendly environment. He probably wouldn't have had so many problems had it not been for the eye he had protruding from his forehead drawing so much attention. It wasn't easy being one of the only "different" kids in his neighborhood because when you live in the slums kids are always looking for entertainment... and a guy with three eyes is just the stuff to make for a good show. There was a point where he felt like he had to fight almost every time he went outside because no matter what time of day, no matter where he went it seemed like he was shadowed by kids wanting a piece of the "freak". Luckily for him though, no matter how bad the fights, no matter how serious his injuries appeared, he never stayed hurt for very long. Even after breaking an arm after being pushed out of a second floor window at school he was able to attend gym class the following week. Even his parents didn't know what to make of it.

One day though a local gang of low powered thugs decided it was time they take over the neighborhood. They basically shut off communication to the world, and outside of their little city no one knew what was going on. They controlled power, food, water, and most importantly for them, money. For almost a week they held the entire city hostage as because of it being such a bad area, there was hardly any press coverage until one of the hostages managed to swim through the bay to the next town and alerted the authorities.

Almost immediately the news was all over radio and television... soon after a small band of heroes flew into town and the battle was fierce. Although none of them were very powerful the gang had deep numbers and the group of heroes was unprepared... through the help of some locals, including an 11 year old Cap they were able to incapacitate the leaders and without the brains behind the operation things soon returned to normal with one exception... they no longer saw him as a freak. His courage had earned him a reputation as a "little hero" and Captain no longer had to worry about bullies. But that was before he started "feeling things". He wasn't too sure about it but he was pretty sure his third eye had some kind of powers to it. Sometimes he would see things... things that weren't really there... or it would point to a person who would eventually help shape him in some major way. And before the claws... waaay before the claws. The first time they popped out really freaked him.

He had just woken up and was walking around groggily when his back started to itch. He tried and tried but he just couldn't reach it. Suddenly his third eye twitched and he felt a serious pain throughout his whole arm and a funny feeling where the itch had been. He moved his hand to where he could see it and found three, one foot long metal claws covered in blood sticking out from his hand. His initial reaction was somewhere between "What the fuck" and "Something's wrong with me" before flat out panicking. His mother heard him yelling and came rushing in along with his younger brother who also had the third eye. Her initial reaction after seeing him standing over a pool of his own blood with blood covered claws and a gash going down half of his back that was already healing itself was somewhere between "Not again" and "What's happening to my baby". Between him and his brother who had a knack for "just being around" when something spontaneously combusted she had been through a lot, but with the evidence in front of her she could only assume he was trying to kill himself. After asking what he had done to himself the future hero stumbled through the details giving her a full view of what happened.

After painfully finding a way to work the claws back into his arm they got him to a hospital where they had to fly in a specialist from Paragon to diagnose him. As it turns out his blood stream had produced an abnormal amount of iron... and the only way his body could counter this was by having his bones absorb it. After years it finally condensed into a solid metal not only producing three claws in each hand, but also coating his entire skeleton with it. But amazingly his body was still able to function normally, this was apparently attributed to the unknown properties of his third eye.

Sitting on the steps of Freedom Corp he almost laughed thinking about that. Although they had a rough start his claws had eventually become his best friends... handy when needed but extremely dangerous... he had even gone as far as visiting a sword smith in Japan to maximize the usefulness as well as receiving training in how to wield them. They hurt at first, a lot in fact, each and every time he'd either push them out or retract them into his arm. But eventually his body found a solution, each claw seemed develop it's own little sheath of muscle, separated from the normal functions of the arm and completely isolated. If he didn't know any better he'd say his body optimized itself... but knowing what he did he knows that's exactly what happened. Although there's still some tearing of flesh each time he uses them the damage is minimal... but if he leaves them out too long it does seem to hurt a little.

Finally deciding he had to find something to do he promptly walked down the stairs of Freedom Corp and onto the street heading nowhere in particular. He was able to raise enough money for his training, trip to Paragon, and one month's rent on a small apartment but besides being a hero he didn't know what else to do. He walked down the streets almost lost before hearing a woman's voice yell out "Help! Someone Please Help!" His third eye had already locked in the direction of the woman and he was moving swiftly; and although he could probably run as fast as most Olympic sprinters it was nowhere near super speed and didn't feel fast enough.

After arriving on the scene he found four Hellions one with a bat and one with spikes sticking out of his head surrounding a seemingly helpless woman. She lay on the ground as the normal looking (or as normal as things get in Paragon) three looked to the other for directions. Not taking time to think Captain Mayhem stepped into the alley and immediately drew their attention. "Damn, we got tights. Is it a longbow?" Asked one of what they call Blood Brothers Choppers. "Naa" replied the one with horns sticking out of his head, "the costume ain't right, just some fresh asshole about to be raped." He stared down Captain Mayhem as he snapped his fingers and a flame appeared flickering over his thumb.

"You'll have to do a hell of a lot better than that." Captain Mayhem said as he thought about the time he spent training with his fire controlling and generating brother. The horned menace tossed a decent sized ball of fire at Captain Mayhem who expertly dodged it and wasn't impressed a bit. He kept his claws under wraps and simply knocked out the first two Choppers with his metal laced knuckles as the fire generating thug summoned a stream of liquid fire which slightly missed Cap but managed to melt through parts of the brick wall that it did hit.

Captain Mayhem looked at the damage that had been done to the wall and quickly, and reluctantly, remembered the day his brother discovered his powers. While playing around his brother generated a rain of fire which burned 60 percent of Cap's body. Even with his healing ability that was an unpleasant experience and thinking that someone would want him to go through that again completely pissed him off. He suddenly forgot about everything except for the one who tried to do this to him and dove at his attacker.

The Hellions have three levels of rank within their group. The lowest is composed of new recruits who have only gone as far as taking a life and completing a ceremony where they ritualistically cut themselves to unleash their inner potential. The next two ranks are achieved through varying levels of crime in which some of the darkest sides of humanity are tapped into to make themselves stronger. The lower of the two levels are called The Fallen with the strongest, most battle tested and those tapped the deepest into the hellfire in which they draw their powers called the Damned.

Now although he had always prided himself on being one of these elite it wasn't until he ran into Captain Mayhem that he truly understood what it was to feel damned... because although Cap still withheld his claws, after the first punch the Horned One was pretty sure several ribs had been shattered... the second one felt like fireworks had gone off in the right side of his jaw and by the third punch he learned that his nose bone poking into his skull was a feeling he would never grow comfortable with. Although it wasn't until he had awoken in a Paragon City Hospital surrounded by police hardly able to breath that he remembered it all in detial, as his unconscious body fell to the ground and his only walking Blood Brother fled for safe ground he knew one thing for sure... that shit hurt.

Captain Mayhem stood coldly over the shriveled bodies of his enemies as the woman now ran, not sure whether she should be more afraid of the guy with the darkly glowing third eye... or the guys he just saved her from. At this moment it's clear they aren't a threat but she wasn't sure if this was the best time to attempt to show her gratitude or get the hell away... and when in doubt, get the hell out. But as she fled she saw a large hulking body that she did trust... Backalley Brawler. She ran towards the familiar hero and he, having seen this same scene many times before, quickly took off in the direction she was fleeing as she quickly calmed down and followed. Upon reaching the alley the Brawler looked around and was surprised that here lay not only two seemingly new recruits, but a high ranking Hellion and all to account for the work was this confused looking hero which he had never heard of in a Longbow costume ripoff.

"Hey kid, you do this all alone?" Captain Mayhem looked around the scene and stumbled a little before leaning against a wall. "Hey, you okay?" Brawler asked again, maybe he had given this kid too much credit... But as Cap finally regained his senses he spotted Backalley Brawler with a concerned look on his face. "Kid, you feeling alright?"

Finally Cap snapped out of it and shook off the cobwebs... and he was awestruck... Brawler could see the change in his face and almost blushed... if that were possible. But he had decided the kid was okay, "Hey what's your name kid?" Cap almost forgot for a second even though this persona had become automatic for him, it took him a while to take everything that had just happened in. "Me, oh, uh... Captain Mayhem." Brawler smirked, "Heh, that's original, so who helped you out here?"

"What? Oh, uh... nobody... I heard a lady scream and I just came running in... the first two were no problem but the last one..." He looked over at the hole in the brick wall then at the Hellion bleeding on the ground and Brawler almost cried from laughter. He could imagine the kid walking into the alley full of confidence then after K'Oing the first two got caught with a blast from the Damned and got a little out of control. "No problem kid, what level security clearance do you have by the way?" Captain Mayhem almost didn't know what to say, but the truth was probably best... "To be honest with you sir... I haven't registered yet... I don't know where to go."

The Brawler was laughing up a storm inside, three Hellions beaten to a pulp by an unregistered hero, this should get some laughs from some of his acquaintances. "You know, heroing without a license is a serious offense... I bet you could get 5 to 10 years in the Zig..." But the look on the kid's face forced Brawler not only to burst out laughing but to quit the prank he was pulling. "I was just pulling your leg kid, loosen up. I doubt it would really matter seeing as how you're obviously new to the City and you just saved a woman from a ... less than desired fate, but nobody has to know about this but us. You just get on down to City Hall in Atlas City and fill out those forms. A bunch of bureaucratic bullshit if you ask me but whacha gonna do huh?" Brawler's personality kind of humored Cap, he was nothing at all how he imagined... he seemed just like a regular person fed up with his job but stuck in a position where he really had no choice. "Now you get on out of here and let me handle the rest of this. And come see me any time you need advice... Captain Mayhem, not likely a name I'll forget."

Captain Mayhem nodded before thanking Backalley Brawler and running off to the Yellow Line train station. Seeing as how he didn't really know where he was going nor how he knew to look for Yellow line it took a rather long time to find it. It was a good chance get to know the area and take in some of the sites, although just as in any city for every glittering tourist filled avenue there are 3 more you'd nuke if you could. Cap was able to stop a few muggings and seemed to disrupt a small gathering of Hellions as he ran into the wrong alley; he even came across some of the wierdest little robotic things that he swore were some kids lost toys, but when he approached them the damned things attacked. Unlikely for them being robotic and not human he was able to unleash his claws and made pretty quick work of them. All in all though it was a pretty interesting walk, he even found what he was looking for. A tall, blue and white station attached to the monorail which ran throughout most of Paragon. As he walked up the ramp into the station he spotted a few heroes light heartedly flying through the sky as if nothing else mattered. How he wished he'd wake up one day and his feet would be itching...

Okay, that's it for part 1, as if it weren't long enough. Please rate it and let me know what you think as this is my first fan fic but I have more in mind, including Legend of Zelda and Street Fighter ones... none of that goofy stuff some people do... really serious ones... might even squeeze out a Kingdom Hearts one but that one gets very complicated so I might not... catch you later!