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blockquote class="messageText SelectQuoteContainer ugc baseHtml"Admiral- Side Story-/blockquote
blockquote class="messageText SelectQuoteContainer ugc baseHtml"Good Girl Loves Mama and Papa/blockquote
blockquote class="messageText SelectQuoteContainer ugc baseHtml"Riley clenched her fists as she looked up at the old man who rescued her from those bad people. Despite his long, white beard and hair that reminded her of Santa Claus, there's nothing she can see that's jolly of him. His pants were torn, and his skin was grey mixed with ash white. His shirt had seen better days, as the worn green fabric strained against his body that reminded Riley of those marble statutes. The long cane he leaned on had a layer of bronze- dried blood- over the metal blue of its shaft, while the two pointed tip and the blue orb between the points was a deep shade of red. His eyes were yellow, and reminded her of an owl before it swept down on a /br / Fifteen hours ago, Riley would have felt sick over the smell of iron from the cane and the old /br / Fifteen hours ago, Riley had not revived her parents time and again while parahumans thought and improvised creative ways to kill /br / Marrow. Lung. Heart. The brain. All the fluids that the spine carried. Riley now had an instinctive understanding of their workings and the means with which to manipulate them. No heart? Make do with the lungs hardwired to the spine. Kidneys missing? Replace with the large intestine. Their leader, Jack always knew what to say. He guided the rest of them, before he let them loose. Again, and again he'd prompt the rest of them do their /br / Until the twentieth time, when an SUV drove itself through the wall and into the Brute who grew stronger and uglier when he drank blood. Crimson. The fuse box exploded in a shower of sparks, before every light bulb in the living room shattered and showered the Nine in /br / Then the old man burst in through the door, the wood splintered as he made his entrance. Hatchet Face struck first, his hatchet bore down on the old man's lion-like mane before the cane pierced him and stuck him into the wall. A blast of white energy engulfed the Brute, and Riley covered her ears when Hatchet Face /br / "Strong, violent and loud!" The old man declared. "You'd make a fine Mechanical Beast!"br /br / Riley clung to the bodies of her parents-still warm, still workable- as the old man turned to her. More chaos, as every alarm in her street sounded at once when the orb on the old man's cane glowed and every car on the street barrelled towards the house. Riley shut her eyes and dug into her each hand into what's left of a parent's torso when she felt herself being lifted up and then placed on a metal /br /emA car,/em Riley realized when she heard the roar of the engine and felt the wind as she was sped off. She opened her eyes, but shut them again when she felt the wind sting her. The old man cleared his throat in disdain, his voice loud and /br / "A bit of wind, and you shut your eyes tight like some little girl," Riley could hear the man shake his head. "What happened to the collected talent that displayed such ingenious knowledge even I would find hard to match?"br /br / "I am a little girl!" Riley shouted to her own surprise. She thought her voice was lost in the horror she experienced. "I'm only eight!"br /br / "No you're not," The old man's voice was heard clearly even through the roar of the wind. "What did your mother say when she could still speak?"br /br / The sound of the wind disappeared, as her mother's gasp echoed in Riley's /br / "Be a good girl. I'm a good girl."br /br / The car slowed, before it sputtered to a halt. The old man grunted and leaped down the roof before he walked towards the horizon. Riley stared as the old man departed, before she turned back to her parents. He was a hundred paces away from the car, before he turned back and glared at the stunned /br / "Well, if you're going to use your parents, fix them!"br /br / "Fix them?"br /br / The old man grinned, before he ran back to the car and began to rip it apart with the /br / "Revive them! Rebuild them! I have the technology and you have the power! Remake your Mama and Papa, Good Girl!"br /br / Good Girl looked at what remained of her parents, much of their body ruined from the rough extraction from the house, the journey and her own works. Still, with the car...br /br / Riley decided she can work with that. Ma Pa will be with her /br / "A fusion of metal and flesh, Good Girl. Aim for that! If your parents were taken from you, make your own!"br /br / Good Girl breathed deeply, before she gave a bright smile towards the old man. She climbed down the roof and onto the dusty road, wiped away the blood on her face with the clean part of her dress and /br / "And you sir. May I have the honor of your name."br /br / The old man looked up from the dismantling of the car, and nodded in approval before he resumed his /br / "I am Dr Hell."/blockquote
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blockquote class="messageText SelectQuoteContainer ugc baseHtml"Admiral- Side Story-/blockquote
blockquote class="messageText SelectQuoteContainer ugc baseHtml"Good Girl Loves Mama and Papa/blockquote
blockquote class="messageText SelectQuoteContainer ugc baseHtml"Riley clenched her fists as she looked up at the old man who rescued her from those bad people. Despite his long, white beard and hair that reminded her of Santa Claus, there's nothing she can see that's jolly of him. His pants were torn, and his skin was grey mixed with ash white. His shirt had seen better days, as the worn green fabric strained against his body that reminded Riley of those marble statutes. The long cane he leaned on had a layer of bronze- dried blood- over the metal blue of its shaft, while the two pointed tip and the blue orb between the points was a deep shade of red. His eyes were yellow, and reminded her of an owl before it swept down on a /br / Fifteen hours ago, Riley would have felt sick over the smell of iron from the cane and the old /br / Fifteen hours ago, Riley had not revived her parents time and again while parahumans thought and improvised creative ways to kill /br / Marrow. Lung. Heart. The brain. All the fluids that the spine carried. Riley now had an instinctive understanding of their workings and the means with which to manipulate them. No heart? Make do with the lungs hardwired to the spine. Kidneys missing? Replace with the large intestine. Their leader, Jack always knew what to say. He guided the rest of them, before he let them loose. Again, and again he'd prompt the rest of them do their /br / Until the twentieth time, when an SUV drove itself through the wall and into the Brute who grew stronger and uglier when he drank blood. Crimson. The fuse box exploded in a shower of sparks, before every light bulb in the living room shattered and showered the Nine in /br / Then the old man burst in through the door, the wood splintered as he made his entrance. Hatchet Face struck first, his hatchet bore down on the old man's lion-like mane before the cane pierced him and stuck him into the wall. A blast of white energy engulfed the Brute, and Riley covered her ears when Hatchet Face /br / "Strong, violent and loud!" The old man declared. "You'd make a fine Mechanical Beast!"br /br / Riley clung to the bodies of her parents-still warm, still workable- as the old man turned to her. More chaos, as every alarm in her street sounded at once when the orb on the old man's cane glowed and every car on the street barrelled towards the house. Riley shut her eyes and dug into her each hand into what's left of a parent's torso when she felt herself being lifted up and then placed on a metal /br /emA car,/em Riley realized when she heard the roar of the engine and felt the wind as she was sped off. She opened her eyes, but shut them again when she felt the wind sting her. The old man cleared his throat in disdain, his voice loud and /br / "A bit of wind, and you shut your eyes tight like some little girl," Riley could hear the man shake his head. "What happened to the collected talent that displayed such ingenious knowledge even I would find hard to match?"br /br / "I am a little girl!" Riley shouted to her own surprise. She thought her voice was lost in the horror she experienced. "I'm only eight!"br /br / "No you're not," The old man's voice was heard clearly even through the roar of the wind. "What did your mother say when she could still speak?"br /br / The sound of the wind disappeared, as her mother's gasp echoed in Riley's /br / "Be a good girl. I'm a good girl."br /br / The car slowed, before it sputtered to a halt. The old man grunted and leaped down the roof before he walked towards the horizon. Riley stared as the old man departed, before she turned back to her parents. He was a hundred paces away from the car, before he turned back and glared at the stunned /br / "Well, if you're going to use your parents, fix them!"br /br / "Fix them?"br /br / The old man grinned, before he ran back to the car and began to rip it apart with the /br / "Revive them! Rebuild them! I have the technology and you have the power! Remake your Mama and Papa, Good Girl!"br /br / Good Girl looked at what remained of her parents, much of their body ruined from the rough extraction from the house, the journey and her own works. Still, with the car...br /br / Riley decided she can work with that. Ma Pa will be with her /br / "A fusion of metal and flesh, Good Girl. Aim for that! If your parents were taken from you, make your own!"br /br / Good Girl breathed deeply, before she gave a bright smile towards the old man. She climbed down the roof and onto the dusty road, wiped away the blood on her face with the clean part of her dress and /br / "And you sir. May I have the honor of your name."br /br / The old man looked up from the dismantling of the car, and nodded in approval before he resumed his /br / "I am Dr Hell."/blockquote
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