Hey guys! I'm back sorry for the delays in updates. High school has A LOT of homework and I'm on varsity track so… Any way enough about me talking. The plotline of the story is in existence it just doesn't have details that's why I haven't gone further in the story. I need a LOT of introduction. I hope you enjoy the chapter!
DISCALIMER: I DO NOT OWN THE YJ UNIVERSE
(My recommendation is you listen to the song on a loop while reading the first part
Chapter 7
Dangerous Steps
Gotham City, Thanksgiving, November 27th, 10:05
I open my eyes and see the embodiment of chaos in front of me. Screams of mothers searching for their children. Buildings collapsing and the earth is shaking.
"Well what do you know, he actually did it." I say with a short laugh. I see multiple heroes of the Justice League rushing around trying everything they can to help the people of the city. I look at the sky and see nothing but clouds and frown.
"That sucks. He must literally is insane because he's one of the idiots that lives on this planet." I sigh. I lift my hand and let the light envelop it. "I've always hated darkness."
I focus the energy surrounding my hand towards the sky dissipating the darkness that has fallen over the city. A solitary machine falls from the sky. A mangled hunch of junk that was the source of the darkness. The air around me feels warmer and I am bathed in light. I love it. My lips curve into a smile. I hear someone step up behind me and say, "Hey kid, who are you and what did you do?"
I turn to face the intruder and see the Atom aiming a beam of light towards me. I sigh and say, "I'm the one who fixed your problem." I stretch out my left hand towards him and bring the light to my hand. "And I am Hyperion. Don't threaten me unless you know the consequences."
The Atom's face falls into shock and I shoot the beam of golden light at him. He shrinks just in time to dodge but the beam continues on and hits the building behind him blasting through the side of it. I watch as Superman goes to stop the building from collapsing. "This bores me, tell the league they're welcome." I say coldly.
I let light absorb me and teleport myself to the far side of the city just so I can see the Atom transform back to his regular form. Why does light have to act so dark during these times? I pull out my iPod and smile, "Lonely Boy" perfect song for the perfect moment.
"So how long do you think it'll be until the next one is up, Hyperion?" A girl asks appearing next to Hyperion twirling one of her throwing knives around her fingers. Her cyan eyes look deeply into mine searching for any signs of dishonesty as I answer.
I force myself to keep a straight face and not look away as I tell her "I'm guessing 2 months… And the next one won't be so easy to destroy." Then I look away nervously. I never can hide anything from her for long.
"Thanks for the information, my employer will be pleased. I'll see you around, Hyperion." Assassin says curtly before doing a back flip off the building and disappearing into the street below.
I walk to the edge and scowl, as I see nothing. So much for that perfect moment.
Gotham City, Thanksgiving, November 27th, 10:07
My eyes open and I immediately feel a strong twinge of pain shoot to my head. "What just happened?" Heat soars throughout my body as I move to sit up. I blink and see sun spots afterimages behind my eyes. I exhale in pain and see steam appear.
I push myself upwards to a sitting position and causing my headache to worsen and the heat to triple. "Urgh." I grunt in pain. I call the darkness surrounding me to envelope my body cooling it. I smile at the cold and lack of light.
"Okay, Vilcas. You just got pushed into the chasm. There is nothing down here that can kill you unless you let it." I tell myself, before letting the darkness roll over me once more then dissipate. I look around at my surroundings. It's dark even for my eyes. The only light is coming from above, as if the world has been converted into night. Which I would be perfectly fine with. I smile, despite the situation this is really nice actually. Surrounded by shadows with only a few beams of light falling far enough to touch the ground as if they were chosen.
A scream of pain breaks me out of my smile. Oh yeah, Robin and Speedy… Oops? I jump to my feet and immediately feel a surge of energy flow through my body as shadows jump off the walls towards me at the sudden movement.
I scan my surroundings looking for any sort of sign for my friends. My eyes fall onto 2 pairs of footsteps. I quickly follow them, rushing forward in hope that that scream was not one of death.
The footsteps lead into a wider more open area in the chasm and then stop disappearing into nothing. I hear an eerie laugh echo throughout the cavern just a little ways away.
"Robin? Speedy? Where are you?!" I shout hoping that one of them replies. A shiver runs down my spine, and a low growl resounds around me. Then a little kid's laughter follows.
"Looks like there's a little hero all alone, oh how I wonder where they went, right Tirargan? If I recall one is left besides this one. The other, not so much." The little kid's voice bounces off the walls as if it were it was riding it.
"What have you done to my friends, kid? Tell me now before I get mad." I say, inviting the darkness from the walls to begin to recede towards me.
"Well, well looks like this 'hero' enjoys the dark. I wonder how long it'll be until it converts him to be its faithful servant." The kid snickers as if he's sharing a secret with someone.
It's at that moment I decide the kid's a bit insane so reasoning and threatening him is out of the picture. That leaves playing along… This could get interesting. "I like to think of the darkness as my companion, rather than one of us as a supreme ruler over the other. You on the other hand are at the complete mercy of darkness' spite." I say in the direction I last heard the voice.
"Exactly." I hear the kid whisper in my ear. I spin around raising the darkness, to prevent any sort of escape. My eyes widen as there's nothing there. "I am at the complete mercy of something that has no control over me."
"Who are you?" I say, keeping my voice steady as I lower the walls of shade in hope of catching a glimpse of my enemy.
"I'd like to ask you the same thing, Mr. Dark Hero. But names are just to put faces with and neither of us wants that to happen." The kid says, his voice seeming to move further and further down the chasm. I follow it dragging the darkness from the walls along with me as a run. What is with this kid?
"If I tell you my name, will you tell me yours?" I ask hoping I'm able to be heard by the kid. Suddenly a loud growl in front of me forces me to stop. I see moonlight illuminating the ground around me dissipating my darkness.
"That entirely depends on your answer." The kid says in the darkness ahead of me. The sentence is followed by a malicious growl, I see 3 pairs of eyes in glowing ever so slightly in the dark. Two pairs are close together and of a golden-ish glow suggesting that it's one creature. The other pair is higher up, they're silvery and smaller, but the way they're looking at me puts me, makes me feel uneasy.
"What's the answer you're looking for?" I ask, looking at my surroundings for the first time. There's blood. Lots of it, all leading to the sets of eyes in front of me. I see multiple cars and other wreckage from the chasm's opening above.
"The one that's not a lie. Believe me, I can tell what the answer is." The kid says, I see his silver eyes narrow at me. I think for a second. What is the answer?! This kid doesn't sound older than 12, d- it! And he's coming up with deep multilayer questions and threatening me. What am I supposed to answer? My name? Vilcas? Shadowalker? Wisp? Hero? Villain? God d- it why?!
"My name is…" I think for a second, what am I? A hero? A vigilante? Am I the one who is in the mask now, or is my mask the civvie me? "Shadowalker. I am a young hero who was born with powers over darkness especially shadows. My real name is not important because it is more of an alias than I am here. It's your turn to tell me who you are now."
I see the kid's eyes gaze lessen on me. And a low snarl escape from the creature he's riding. "Hello, then Shadowalker. My name is Lycan and like you my real name is nothing less than an alias. My companion here is Tirargan. You'll meet us both in the light eventually. But until we meet again here's a gift from us to you. May it reveal your true power." Lycan says, the whistles and Tirargan's eyes disappear from my sight. He's grabbing something. What does this kid want from me his words and messages are so cryptic, why? I brace myself preparing for the worse.
"Vilcas, get away from him now!" I turn to my left and see Robin standing on top of a car. His costume is torn and ragged as if something had torn it apart like it were an animal carcass left out for hyenas. His cape has claw marks down half of it with blood lining the sides of it. I see his right forearm is a bloody mangled bite mark bent at an awkward angle. His breathing is deep and jagged causing his body to shake whenever he takes a breath. In his left hand, he's holding a single birderang.
"Robin!" I say then see the glint of silver out of the corner of my eye. I do a back-flip into the shadows and let myself fall through the darkness and rise out of Robin's shadow. I look back at Lycan, who's eyes are wide with excitement, as he pulls back a silver whip back into the darkness. "What happened, Robin? Where's Speedy?"
"This kid happened. He… He-" Robin starts then a loud THUMP resounds throughout the opening of the chasm. I see the bloody mangled corpse of Speedy, a broken bow sticks through his right leg and his body is full of his own arrows and he looks as if he has been chewed apart. His left leg and arm are gone and his head has a chunk of skull missing from it exposing the brain which is slowly oozing out onto the ground. I stare at the body for a few seconds my body slack from shock.
"I hope you like your gift, Shadowalker afterall we only did it one we heard you were coming down." Lycan says with a cackle then a dark roar eminates from Trirargan as his black snout is the only thing that passes into the light. Anger and pain courses through my body. I stare at the corpse of my friend feeling guilt coat me as if it were the plague and I was marked to die. My body trembles in rage and shadows and darkness respond to it turning sharp and jagged and swarm towards me and Robin like a typhoon of darkness. I force a shadow to grab Robin shadow travelling him out of harm's way. Then my mind focus' on Lycan and Tirargan as I step forward off of the car. The darkness that concealed them is no longer there it now swarms around me and all I see is a boy with pure white hair and silver eyes on the back of a 4-eyed monster hybrid.
Lycan smiles and says, "I see the Shadowalker is a demon that wants revenge. Maybe someday he will have it. But today I have other plans. Have fun trying to keep control with your 'companion'." Then a kid in a cape and fancy armor appears from thin air behind Lycan.
"Hey Lycan, need a get-away?" The boy says cockily then sees me and his face pales. "Never mind."
I thrust my arm out at the three villains and the darkness roars forward like it has a mind of its own thirsty for revenge. The teleporter puts his hand on the beast Tirargan and in an instant they all vanish. My shade stops frozen before the spot where my targets just were searching for something to destroy. It sees the corpse of Speedy and my eyes widen as it turns towards my friend.
"NO STOP!" I yell pulling my hand back in an effort to stop the attack, but it only prolongs it. I watch as the shadows devour Speedy's decrepit body tearing it apart cell by cell turning it into shade, dissolving it into the darkness. I fall to the ground, hugging my legs. The darkness surrounds me putting me in an orb. I feel my power rage throughout the chasm crawling out and attacking the city. I feel tears start to fall from my face, knowing I can't stop my own power. I let the cold of the shade run rampant throughout my body and slowly let myself slip into the darkness of my eyes.
Gotham City, Thanksgiving, November 27th, 10:21
"Argh!" I yell, as a wave of cold shoots through my body. I feel myself slip out of the light I was traveling through and fall through the air landing on the top of a building with a loud THUD!
My body spasms at the cold and then I see it. The dark vortex that is emerging from the crevice that he created. What is this power and why am I being effected?
Shivers run through my body, as I grit my teeth to keep my teeth from chattering. The cold, the darkness, how I hate it. I feel warmth slowly spread throughout my body as I turn my anger into light and heat that cloaks me like a veil protecting my from the shade's dark taint.
I absorb the light of the nearby streetlights causing them to go black and focus them into orbs that circle me almost as if I'm the sun and their my planets. I push myself from the ground to a standing position. I raise both of my arms out in front of me and flick my hands out towards the vortex, sending the orbs of light flying at the darkness that is slowly beginning to devour the city. I watch as the orbs make impact with the darkness blowing huge craters into it revealing the morbid black stained materials it's concealing beneath.
I feel the cold begin to creep up my spine again, this time it's my fault for the cold. There's no way to stop this darkness except for destroying the thing that I creating it. I watch as the leaguers all land just outside of the range of the dark.
"Oh look the heroes have arrived to try and save their city." I hear a little kid's voice say from behind me followed by a snicker from an older boy and a low growl. I turn around slowly and face my observers. I see a boy with silver eyes on top of some for eyes monster hybrid between what could be a direwolf, bear and something dark. I narrow on it for a second and let a frown pass my face for a second before looking at the final watcher. He is in a suit and has a dark red cape flowing behind him. His face is covered by a hood and a mask for his eyes. He has a mischevious grin on his face that unnerves me a bit.
"It's too bad that it's one of their own that is causing all this trouble. Funny how this turned out, right Mr. Hyperion." The teenager says crossing his arms as if to size me up.
I stand straighter then, look at the boy and beast who are looking towards the vortex with malice. The boy has a sick and twisted smile on his face, magnifying the shivers which are steadily returning to run throughout my body. I look back at the teenager then ask, "You already know my name would I possibly have the honor of learning yours?" Hoping to draw them out with a distraction. Something about the kid unnerves me.
"Well," The teen starts then disappears. I feel an elbow resting on my shoulder and immediately swivel my head to the left, see him leaning nonchalantly as he says, "My name is Presto, so boo! The demon kid over there is Lycan and his buddy is Tyrargan." He taps a button on his wrist and a scarlet letter shoots up into the air and falls neatly into his hand.
"And our association is rather interested in you, Mr. Hyperion. I mean who else could shoot beams of light from their body and can take down leaguers if they wanted to?" Presto says seriously before a smile breaks his face when he says the last part.
I look at him in shock. They've heard of me. Not only that but they've heard of me and my villainy. I smile and take the card from Presto. "I'd recommend you read it now."
The Injustice League of New Villains I.L.N.V.
We are pleased to inform you that you have been invited to join our ranks in the Injustice League of New Villains. If you are reading this then my associates have either reached you to deliver this message or you are a hero that has defeated my partners. I expect it to be the prior one. By receiving this card this means that we would like you to be part of our organization that will with any luck take control of the villain world and defeat the infamous Justice League. However, that is if you accept. We can make you join us but I unlike some of my associates know that this will result in you betraying us. I offer you a choice though, you can keep living in the darkness and be that unknown villain that will most likely be taken out on his own, or you can join us and step into the light and help lead this world into a new age of villainy. It is entirely your choice. If you do however want to join our league tell my associates and they will take you to meet me. On behalf of the new Injustice League, I hope you choose to join us in the illuminating new light.
Horoscoper
Leader Of The Injustice League Of New Villains
I look at Presto, who has teleported so that he's sitting on the edge of the building, looking at the destruction with faint interest. Lycan and his beast Tyrargan look at me as if I'm the newest bit of information. Not quite sure what to make of it quite yet.
I look out at the darkness again and see multiple leaguers moving in to counter the dark orb, which is beginning to rise out of the chasm as the shadows flux shooting waves of darkness out, slowly devouring the city. I feel a strong feeling of uneasiness surging though my body when I look at the orb. As if it's a cracked mirror showing my reverse just to see my reaction. I know someone is in control of that orb.
"Presto, I accept your invitation. I want to join the light." I say staring daggers at the orb then add, "But only if we don't do villainy like this."
Presto turns his head and smiles then teleports to a standing position besides Lycan and Tyrargan with a laugh. "Hyperion, you see there's a funny story behind this one though." Presto starts then teleports to the edge of the building, "The person that's causing all of this destruction," Then Presto steps off the building and falls, suddenly appearing in front of me with a crazy grin on his face, "is actually a hero."
Presto pokes me in the chest and I step backwards so I can have my personal space back. I look at Lycan who is lying on his stomach with his hands on the sides of his face. Tyrargan's four golden yellow eyes blink and his maw is curved showing his sharp canines, which is probably the closest thing to a smile. I turn my head and glare at the orb again, the world is turning upside down and I'm getting sucked to the center of it.
"So lord of light, are you going to join us? Because it's about time we make our exit." Lycan says his voice showing his want for a definite answer. Presto leans against Tyrargan, facing the vortex but staring at me. I glance down at the crimson card once again.
If I choose this do I leave them all my connections? If I pass this opportunity will I be stuck in living in the shadow of my goals? I feel a scowl coat my face. Then there's her the one who can see right through me as if I was made of crystal. Would I lose her? The intensity of my light shielding increases as my ambitions parley for compromise. I close my eyes and take a deep breath and slowly exhale. Knowing what I should do.
"I'll join you." I say then let the intensity of my powers surge sending all of the light in a 2 block radius to be absorbed in my shielding, "But, it'll be on my terms. And the first term is I want that thing gone."
Pointing towards the orb of darkness which is slowly gaining power, I draw the light that has been creating a shield between me and the cold of this darkness to my hand. Focusing it to my fist slowly raising it to the orb. The cold of darkness invades every pore of my body. The light pulses around my hand until my hand is no longer visible behind the blinding light. I glare at the orb and extend my fingers towards it.
The light shoots out from my hand in a beam of pure light. Shadows climb up the buildings and reach out to try and stop the light only to be disintegrated as they grow closer to it. As if the shade senses trouble it retreats back towards its source trying to create barriers to stop the impending light. But it's too late, the light punctures the darkness of the sphere. The shadows across the city freeze and as if times standing still. Then the shadows begin to fall off the buildings returning into their respective places in the night.
I watch as some shadows crawl across the ground towards the area where the orb fell. So the hero lives…
"I think it's a good time to leave." I say sternly, my eyes darting away from the remnants of the dark. Presto looks at me with an unreadable expression and Lycan looks at me with a look of pure glee.
Presto puts his index finger on his temple for a second then takes it away and sends a cocky grin my way. "Well, it seems as if it's time for you to meet Horoscoper." He steps between Tyrargan and me extending both of his hands.
Then he drops his hands onto each of us. I feel a rush of amenity through my head and surge through my body forcing my eyes to shut. Suddenly the feeling is replaced by a sharp twinge of cold. And then it's all gone.
I take a deep breath and immediately grin as I smell the faint trace of fresh ground coffee in the air. I open my eyes and see that I'm in a silvery grey board room. The floor is dark grey short carpeting and the lights above are 5 chandeliers with a solitary light in the center surrounded by what looks like diamond that helps spread the light to the farthest reaches of the room. In the middle of the room is a board table made out of what looks like dark teak wood. There are executive business chairs lining either side of the table with one more customized looking one at the end of the table facing toward the window showing the skyscrapers lightly illuminating the night.
Presto taps his temple again and his costume starts to morph into a black and red business suit starting from his head down as if it were changing every single particle of the costume one by one. I look at Lycan behind him who is stretching letting a small yawn escape his mouth. I look closely and see that his silvery costume is also slowly turning into a more formal wear. Even Tyrargan, whose fur was ragged is slowly being turned straighter to make it seem somewhat more regal but just as menacing.
"Hyperion, without further a due I'd like to introduce you to Horoscoper." Presto says pulling off his mask and putting it in his suits front pocket, motioning me to look towards the window. I look over and see someone rising from the Executive Chair at the end of the table. He's about an inch or two taller than me with wavy black hair. He looks well-built and has a strong posture as if he were born to lead anyone no matter the group of followers. I stand straighter not wanting to look weak, looking straight into his storm grey eyes. He doesn't look away in fact it seems as if he is analyzing me, judging to see what my worth is. He walks slowly around the table never looking away once, his face in an ever constant emotionless state.
Then Horoscoper rounds the last edge of the table and stops so we're face to face. I blink and in that second Horoscoper's emotionless expression fades into a smile. "Hello Hyperion. My name is Horoscoper, however my friends call me Spencer. And I get the feeling that you and I are going to be very good friends." Horoscoper says, extending his hand. With those few words the tense atmosphere of the room seems to instantly dissolve into a more tranquil one.
I reach my hand out to shake his with a similar grin arising across my face then say, "I have a feeling that you might be right about that, Horoscoper."
Okay, I'm done with chapter 7. I know I promised to have it completed and out a while ago but to be completely honest. I was tired and didn't feel a strong urge to write any more. But now it's as if a muse has reawaken inside of me, swarming my head with plotlines, characters, and plot twists. I hope you guys liked the chapter though. I know it ends on a cliff-hanger with the new character Hyperion (SECRET: He is very important to strongest main plotline). I think I did a good job describing the areas and the scenes. Writing the part about the shadows falling off the buildings was very difficult for me and I'm not quite sure why. Any way onto other news, I think I'll be changing the name of this story to The Hero Chronicles: Book 1: Heroes Anew because I love the sound of the Endgame but it doesn't really show off all my hard work turning people away because of the name. I also have started posting this story on Wattpad because why not. I love hearing people react to my stories because it just amuses me seeing how my ideas have made them think or feel. Also I haven't been working on the story much because of track but that's over soon because the qualifying time to make it to State for the mile is around 4:40-ish so hopefully I'll have more time to work on the story. I, under the pseudonym of Atticus Victori, swear on the River Styx and by the eyes of Anubis, Odin, Ah Puch, and Xblanque (my Smite gods) I will update this story by 5/18/15 or I will delete Robocraft from my computer and run until I collapse from exhaustion. I need to set this goal for myself. Also sorry about this little rant thing describing my life it's sort of a way for me to vent without feeling guilty for anything. Remember to Read & Review and Until Next Time, Atticus Out.
