I guess it's about time I got to work on posting the last few parts of issue #1. Issue #2 is finished, and it's huge! It's also waiting approval from a couple more people, and final editing before I can post.
Disclaimer: Cryptic Studios owns the rights to City of Heroes, a massive multiplayer online game. Used here without permission. Information on who owns each individual character can be found at the bottom of the document. . .
Note: Although based on the same world and characters, these stories take place in a totally different timeline than my "Collection of introductions" stories... This story is set in the past, where as those contain more current information. I'll stop including this notation after chapter two's intro.. I know, I said chapter 3, but this is turning out to have more parts than I originally imagined.
On to the story.
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Epilogue.
No.
He saw a cold, sterile Paragon City version of the hospital, and immediately began to hate this city that much more. He'd actually gotten chewed out the second he stepped out of the damned hospital. His contact had showed up, in person, but it wasn't for plesantries and afternoon teas.
"Yeah, can it. I ain't here for plesantries and afternoon tea, kid. Where the hell were you? I expect my new heroes to show up in person, not wonder off to get themselves stabbed."
Wilde immediately didn't like the guy. It didn't help that Wilde was in one of his infamous moods.
Wilde: Yeah, well, Ah thought it'd be a nice day to take a walk and get you some flowers. Or stop a mugging. Or whatever.
"Lose the tone with me, rookie. This town's got plenty of heroes for that. That ain't YOUR job, kid. Least, not til I say it is. You either show up when I say, where I say, or you lose your funding. Got it?"
Wilde folded his arms, looking half way into the man's eyes, like a scared teen with the notion of being a rebel still stuck up in his head.
Wilde: Dis'd be a nice part t' tell me who you are, and to tell you who da hell Ah am. Ah'm..
The man cut Wilde off with an impatient grace.
"Wilde Tanke, Spelled with two extra e's. Pronounced Wil-Dee, and you get testy when people pronounce it as 'wild.' You're a punk from Chicago, and we don't know or care much about you, other than we got jobs for you. Looking at this little attitude of yours, I don't see why we even care to know that much. The name's Antonio Nash. Mr. Nash to you."
Wilde: Just as long as Ah get the help Ah need when you're all nice and done, whatever. Whatcya got for me? Raid on a secret Rikti weapons factory? Save an innocent Crey office from the Freakshow? Or maybe collect Clockwork parts to save some kid dat needs a medical miracle?
Nash: Yeah, we'll look into getting you something like that. For now, I'd like you to run this tape to the names on the packages. Shouldn't have you running too far into King's Row. By the way, do yourself a favor, don't get in any fights there. You ain't ready for it, kid. One more thing, I even so much as hear you let anything about the Rikti War slip out of your lips in a tone I consider disrespectful, I'm kickin your ass on the spot, kid. Lots of good people died in that war for ingrates like you. Got it?
Wilde sneered as he took the package.
Wilde: Delivery boy. Dat works too. If you're done browbeating me, now, I'll get right on this, sir.
Wilde took the bag impatiently, and set off down the hall.
Nash: Look, rookie, get this done, and lose the attitude, we'll see about getting you more interesting cases.
Wilde didn't pause or glance back, much to Anonio Nash's annoyance.
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My characters: Wilde Tanke City of Heroes NPCs: Antonio Nash, Rikti, Crey, Freakshow, Clockwork, Rikti War, King's Row