[center][img]http://i.imgur.com/IXuUWbR.png?1[/img][/center] [COLOR=GOLDENROD][INDENT][B][SUP][SUB][H3]M A R V I L L E, O K L A H O M A:[/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][hr][/COLOR][INDENT][sup][COLOR=LIGHTSLATEGRAY][B]M O N D A Y, J U L Y 2 [SUP]N D[/SUP], 2 0 1 8 - 0 9 : 0 2 a m | S H E R I F F ' S O F F I C E[/B][/COLOR][/sup][/INDENT] [INDENT][INDENT]The buzzer echoed in his ears as Carl 'Crusher' Creel was marched from his cell to the interrogation room where a man dressed head to toe in black waited for him. The deputy on his left was practically shaking as he guided Creel to the metal chair and connected his handcuffs to the heavy reinforced table in front of him. It was quite evident that the metahuman scared the living daylights out of the deputy but none the less, the members of Marville's Sheriff's Department carried out their duties diligently as they delivered Creel to his lawyer. As the door closed behind the deputies, Creel leaned forward, hissing at the man in black. [COLOR=SLATEGRAY]"Why don't my [i]damn[/i] powers work in here?"[/COLOR] He asked as the other man leaned back, seemingly bored before addressing the man across from him. [color=1a7b30][b]"My disappointment in your performance, can not be overstated. We had made a deal."[/b][/color] The man in black mused as he rolled a coin between his fingers, leaning back in his chair before slinging his feet onto the table. [color=1a7b30][b]"But you failed to deliver on your end, the mortal, Blake Donaldson, still lives and therefore once the sun had set, your powers faded away to nothing. For the briefest of moments, I let you taste true power, but you squandered it on a petty robbery."[/b][/color] [color=slategray]"I had that bastard dead to rights until [i]fuckin'[/i] Sparky showed up."[/color] Creel retorted, his face twisted into a snarl. [color=slategray]"I need a second chance."[/color] [color=1a7b30][b]"And what if Thor gets in your way again?"[/b][/color] The man asked, a smile growing across his face as he anticipated Creel's answer. [color=slategray]"Then he fuckin' dies too."[/color] [color=1a7b30][b]"Excellent,"[/b][/color] the man in black exclaimed with a clap as a scroll unfurled from his left hand and he plucked a quill from mid-air. [color=1a7b30][b]"Then we have an accord."[/b][/color] Taking the quill, Creel made a face before plunging the tip into the back of his hand. Blood began to spill from the wound as he made quick work of dipping the quill into the warm liquid and signing him name on the bottom line of the scroll. Almost immediately, Creel began to feel a change as the reinforced steel of the table was duplicated by his cells. The man's pale skin quickly turned silver, the bleeding from his hand ceasing as it quickly healed while his strength swelled. With a quick tug of his wrists, Creel snapped the handcuffs that held him to the table as he stood. The man in black had disappeared but Creel was free, and this time, Blake Donaldson would die.[/INDENT][/INDENT] [hr][INDENT][sup][COLOR=LIGHTSLATEGRAY][B]M O N D A Y, J U L Y 2 [SUP]N D[/SUP], 2 0 1 8 - 0 9 : 2 5 a m | S H E R I F F ' S O F F I C E[/B][/COLOR][/sup][/INDENT] [INDENT][INDENT]Barbara paced back and forth in front of the Sheriff's office as her level of annoyance rose quickly with each and every step. Blake had promised he would come down to the office, he had promised he would talk to someone, more importantly, he had promised her he would talk to someone. Blake didn't break promises to her, he had never lied to her about anything in the nearly ten years that had been together. But then, he had been acting erratically for the last two days, the Blake she knew would never have picked a fight with his father, especially on Sunday and in front of his mother. It was like he had been possessed by an entirely different person. Pulling her cell phone out, Barbara dialed Blake's number, the tone ringing in her ear several times before the automated messaging service played out the same recorded message she had heard the last five times she tried calling him. [COLOR=STEELBLUE]"Just me again, call me."[/COLOR] Barbara snapped before hanging the phone up and roughly shoving it back into her pocket. Looking up, she noticed a pair of deputies excitedly chattering between themselves as they walked from their patrol car to the office. As they neared the door, one of them looked up, noticing Barbara before tapping the other on the shoulder as the pair came to a stop together. [COLOR=SILVER]"Deputy Norris,"[/COLOR] The first deputy asked as he approached her. [COLOR=SILVER]"You were there on Saturday, with Thor and the Absorbing Man right?"[/COLOR] [COLOR=STEELBLUE]"Yeah, I was there,"[/COLOR] Barbara stated. [COLOR=STEELBLUE]"What did you want to know?"[/COLOR] [COLOR=SILVER]"Well, what'd he look like?"[/COLOR] The deputy asked. [COLOR=SILVER]"Thor, that is, Creel's ugly mug is obviously locked up inside."[/COLOR] [COLOR=STEELBLUE]"I honestly didn't see much, I was on the ground for most of the altercation and when I wasn't I was looking for Blake. There's a couple of photos that captured the altercation, looks like he had glowing eyes, blue lightning bolts coming right out of them."[/COLOR] She paused, searching her memory for anything else, with everything that had been going on with Blake, Barbara hadn't put much thought into the appearance of Marville's first real 'superhero'. [COLOR=STEELBLUE]"Outside of that, I just remember a red cape, like the Superman in Delaware and some kind of fancy armor."[/COLOR] [COLOR=SILVER]"Do you think he's who he says he is?"[/COLOR] The other deputy asked as Barbara just gave him a shrug. [COLOR=STEELBLUE]"Thor, the God of Thunder?"[/COLOR] She answered the question with a question. [COLOR=STEELBLUE]"Who knows, far as I'm concerned though, there's only one God, and he sure doesn't dress like that."[/COLOR] The familiar sounds of screaming and gunfire echoed through the office behind the trio as Barbara's hand flew to her hip as she turned around. The doors in front of her suddenly burst open as Sheriff Lamb's limp body soared through the air, hitting the paved ground with a sickening [I]'THUD'[/I] before rolling down the stairs. Drawing her weapon, Barbara motioned for one of the Deputies to flank her while the other tended to Lamb. Not even five steps inside the door, Barbara came face to face with Creel, coated head to toe in a metallic skin once again. Taking a step back, Creel continued to advance, smiling at her as she began to open fire. Laughter echoed in the hallway as Barbara emptied her clip into Creel, the bullets doing nothing to slow, let alone harm the hulking man. [COLOR=SLATEGRAY]"Donaldson will come for you,"[/COLOR] Creel stated before suddenly advancing towards Barbara, swatting her empty weapon from her hand. A steel coated hand shot out, taking Barbara by the throat as it carried her across the hall into the brick wall. The sound of bone on brick echoed in the corridor as Barbara's skull cracked against the wall. Slipping into unconsciousness, Barbara was barely able to register being slung over Creel's shoulder as he confidently sauntered out of the Sheriff's Office.[/INDENT][/INDENT] [hr][INDENT][sup][COLOR=LIGHTSLATEGRAY][B]M O N D A Y, J U L Y 2 [SUP]N D[/SUP], 2 0 1 8 - 0 9 : 2 8 a m | F I N C H ' S U S E D C A R S & T R U C K S[/B][/COLOR][/sup][/INDENT] [INDENT][INDENT]Justin Finch had not expected a sale on a Monday of all days of the week, less so when he saw the small Prius drive onto the lot. But yet, he could practically smell the green as the large man sat on the Honda Valkyrie, revving the large engine. While it wasn't a Chariot-Class Fighter, Thor was impressed by the mortal engine that went into the motorcycle. Blake had never been a fame of this particular form of transportation, Thor's memory recalling that Blake had once referred to motorcyclists as 'donors'. But Blake's fears and skepticisms towards motorcycles came from his own mortality and that was not something Thor, or Blake for that matter, needed to worry about anymore. Feeling the phone in his pocket vibrate yet again, Thor quickly silenced the device before turning back to the salesman. [COLOR=GOLDENROD]"What did you want for it again?"[/COLOR] Thor asked as the salesman looked at the Prius and back at the Valkyrie. [COLOR=SILVER]"I'll call it an even trade."[/COLOR] He smiled at Blake as he extended a hand. [color=goldenrod]"Pleasure doing business with you!"[/color] Thor replied, accepting the hand as he climbed off the bike. Human negotiations were still baffling to him. No doubt this man would now want Thor to sign some sort of papers when they had sealed their deal with a handshake. He failed to see the point in signing papers when he had already given his bond but Blake's memories told him that the world simply did not work that way. [color=silver]"Does the Prius need any work done at it?"[/color] Justin asked as he opened the door to the small office. [color=goldenrod]"Nay, it's in great condition,"[/color] Thor replied honestly, indeed Blake while not much of car person had, in fact, kept his commuter in near pristine condition. Taking note of the single desk occupying the office, Thor addressed Justin. [color=goldenrod]"Do you do all the work here yourself?"[/color] [color=silver]"Oh no,"[/color] Justin replied dismissively. [color=silver]"My brother used to run that side of the business before he moved to Gotham. He was always more of a gearhead than me."[/color] He added with a chuckle. [color=silver]"Now I just hire the odd mechanic."[/color] Sliding in behind the desk, Justin quickly printed off a couple of forms, starring with a red pen beside where Blake needed to sign. Quickly signing the forms, Justin shook Blake's hand one last time as Thor took hold of the keys and left the dealership on his new motorcycle. Cruising along, it didn't take long for Thor to find his way back to Marville as the bike thundered down the main stretch only for Thor to bring it to a screeching halt as he reached the aftermath of Creel's assault on the Sheriff's office. [color=goldenrod]"What happened here?"[/color] Thor roared as he climbed off the bike. [color=silver]"Prisoner escape."[/color] The deputy answered before turning to see Blake standing behind him. [color=silver]"Oh! Dr. D, haven't you heard? Deputy Norris was taken by Cre-"[/color] [color=goldenrod][b]"WHERE?"[/b][/color] The sky began to darken and thunder boomed over the horizon as Thor took a hold of the deputy by the collar of his shirt. [color=silver]"No one knows, we have a BOLO out for Creel, but the squad car he stole was found abandoned a mile out of town."[/color] [color=goldenrod]"What direction?"[/color] Thor asked already turning towards the motorcycle. [color=silver]"West."[/color] The deputy shouted over the roar of the bike's engine as Thor nodded, kicking the bike into gear, the back tire squealed on the pavement and launched in the direction Creel had gone. Creel's grudge was with Blake and Thor only knew of one thing West of Marville that would matter to Blake Donaldson. [color=goldenrod][b][i]The Donaldson Farm.[/i][/b][/color][/INDENT][/INDENT]