A Hero's Trial
"Speech"
'Thought'
Chapter two
I don't own City of Heroes
With a grunt I hip toss a council solider to the ground finishing the fight for him. I glance around at my teammates all of us were bent over panting. About five minutes after the chain gun guys we had run into a squad of at least 60 troops. Man that was a bitch.
That squad was probably meant to wipe us out and it had nearly worked too. They had pulled out all of the stops. Warwolves, Vampyrs, Galaxies, you name a Council type it was there and pretty pissed off to I might add like some one took a shit in their cheerios.
'Damn Lucky Scomez knew how to make our stamina come back faster then normal or we would have been goners. Hell right now we can barely stand at all even with that boost.'
About five minutes after some endurance replenishers we pushed forward into deeper into the complex.
I took point and led the group around a bend of course being cursed in the way that I am two assholes wielding flame throws opened up on me upon me coming into view.
"Son of a bit-", was all I could get out before they hit me. I flew back into the wall and cringed in pain of my own flesh burning. That combined with the smell was enough to make me pass out.
As bizarre as it may seem the hero's of this city have a high tolerance for fire. In fact it's not uncommon for a Hero not realizing that their flesh is burning until the smell hits them.
I come back to this world due to some idiot poking my ribs like I was a dead cat on the side of a road.
"Art though aright?" Omak asks.
"Yeah you know that feeling when all the flesh on your body is burned to a fucking crisp? NO OF COURSE I'M NOT ALL RIGHT!!!" I snap at them.
They all just stare at me with shocked expressions.
"Sorry my blood sugar is low." I have no idea why I just lied about having diabetes. But hey it seemed to work.
Fifteen Minuets Later
We finally arrive in front of the boss man's quarters. Before we enter every one does their own little rituals. I work out the kinks in my neck and knuckles. Pyrefly runs some diagnostics on her suit. Scomez does something weird with his radiation powers and I'm to lazy to ask what he's doing. And Omak just tosses and twirls with his ax.
"Ready?" I dumbly ask. Everyone just nods.
We burst in finding ourselves face to face with the boss him self …Requiem.
Just the sight of him makes my blood run cold. The guy may be old but he has no signs of it what so ever must be that damn nictus of his. I've seen this guy take on a team of 8 heroes's and walk away with out breaking a sweat. Now a group half that size is going to take on the living legend.
At that moment in time a rare phenomena occurs collective thought. "Ah fuck." Is shared by the whole team.
Behind us the door closes and locks keeping us trapped in there thus sealing our fate.
All of us just stood there like a Mexican stand off without any guns…. or Mexicans for that matter either. It was probably pretty cool seeing a group Heroes standing against a guy in a black and red military uniform with a full black face mask that seem to be holding in a pair of smoldering red eyes from burning the entire world.
"This is bad. Fuck! Our contacts have screwed up big time. True this guy is high ranking but he's practically in charge of the damn group and a monster in combat."
Requiem was the first Galaxy the Council had hell even when they were still the 5th Column. That damn Nictus is keeping him from aging as he is at least 100 years old and his body is like he was 21.
"Fools!!!" he shouts at us with his voice that sounds like bones being ground to dust. "Do you really think that your idiotic contacts found my location? HA! I let them you were becoming to big of a threat to our operations to be allowed to continue to live." His laughter echoed off the walls.
To put it simply I snap and charge and soon the others follow suit.
He lifts his hand and closes his fist soon nictus energy enveloped my neck putting my in a chock hold and suspending me from the ground. Instinctively I put my to the band and try to pull it off to no avail. When Omak hits him with his axe the band is lifted and I fall to the ground gasping for air. Suddenly a combined blast from Scomez and Pyrefly blasts the big man off his feet.
I perform this super man like leap into the air flip and bring my feet to the back of his head like old buddies. Omak just smashes the blunt side of his ax to his face with a nasty crunch.
He jumps back onto his feet like nothing happened. I land in a crouch and sweep out his legs just as Pyre hits him with a fireball.
"Something seems off this is to way to easy." I have to push that thought to the back of my mind.
Suddenly he vanishes in a flash of red lightning and is gone like he was never there. We're all left puzzled until we all here a ticking. Then it hit us bomb! Scomez throws up a force field just as a white light engulfs us. AS soon as it clears there is no warehouse and the last thing we see is a group of figures descending from the sky the leader having a giant white star on his chest before falling into the darkness.
Authors note: Next Chapter will be a back ground on the characters.