[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 1 : 5 4 p m | D O N A L D S O N F A R M[/B][/COLOR][/sup][/INDENT] [INDENT][INDENT]Emerging from the cornfield, Blake was greeted by flashes of red and blue as his parents’ laneway was filled with whomever had survived Blake’s attack on the Sheriff’s Office. Surveying the fleet of emergency response vehicles, Blake’s eyes went straight to a nearby ambulance, the freshly emerged sunlight glistening off of Barbara’s golden hair as he approached. The first responder was gingerly applying an antiseptic to a small cut on her forehead as Blake’s shadow fell over the pair causing Barbara to turn and look in his direction. The exasperated look on her face told the story of a deputy fed up with the same questions she had been trained to asked, but that look fell away as soon as she saw Blake’s face. Shoving the paramedic aside, Barbara ran towards Blake, wrapping her arms around his torso as he wearily returned the gesture. Her head came to rest on his chest, as he placed his chin atop her head before giving her a squeeze as she sighed deeply in relief. “Where’s Creel now?” Barbara asked, pulling her head back to look up into Blake’s eyes. Turning his head, Blake looked back towards the cornfield, the fleeting storm clouds disappearing over the horizon in the same direction.. “Hopefully gone for good.” Blake replied. “How are you? Did he hurt you?” “Nothing serious, couple bruises, minor lacerations.” Barbara stated matter of factually, “Your Mom got the worst of it though, Creel knew who to go after to make your dad and I comply.” “Where is she?” Blake asked stepping around Barbara only for her to place a hand on his chest to stall him. “They took her to the hospital, your dad went along for the ride.” She answered. “I’ll get one of the other deputies to give us a ride.” Barbara added, dismissing the paramedic behind her as she led Blake over to a patrol car. “Hey, Cortez!” She called to the younger male. “Give us a lift?” “Just take it, Norris.” Cortez replied as he tossed Barbara the keys. With a swift motion, the fair-haired blonde caught the keys and climbed into the driver’s side while Blake climbed into the opposite side of the vehicle. As the engine turned over, Barbara reversed the vehicle before turning the wheel hard as she guided it around Blake’s motorcycle and out of the Donaldson’s motorcycle. “Oh,” Barbara said as she checked the county road in both directions. “Don’t be thinking we aren’t going to talk about the motorcycle.” She stated. “‘Cause we are.”[/INDENT][/INDENT] [CENTER][sup][h2][color=silver][img]https://i.imgur.com/SXfrcEV.png?1[/img] [sub]°[/sub] [img]https://i.imgur.com/SXfrcEV.png?1[/img] [sub]°[/sub] [img]https://i.imgur.com/SXfrcEV.png?1[/img] [sub]°[/sub] [img]https://i.imgur.com/SXfrcEV.png?1[/img] [sub]°[/sub] [img]https://i.imgur.com/SXfrcEV.png?1[/img][/color][/h2][/sup][/CENTER] [INDENT][INDENT]Slowly blinking as consciousness began to filter itself through Creel’s mind, he looked around at his unfamiliar surroundings. His head ached as though it had been cleaved clear in half, the last thing he could remember was being pulled into the twister while fighting Thor. He had blacked out shortly after being pulled into the sky, the height and centrifugal forces causing him to almost physically shut down. His body felt broken. Looking down at his arms, Creel saw them trying to repair the damage to the splintered wood as the bark slowly reverted back to flesh. Groaning in agony, Creel forced his eyes open as he sat up only to realize he was surrounded. The sound of almost a dozen guns being cocked made Creel’s body seize in panic as he looked up at the men and women clad in blue uniforms. “Fuckin’ feds.” Out of the corner of his eye, Creel could see a rock that had broken free of the earth. In a split second decision, he moved his hand towards the stony surface, a shot suddenly ringing out as the bullet ricocheted off the rock, grazing his hand before Creel’s chest was lit up in a flood of red dots. “I would have to advise against that, Mr. Creel,” The voice came from a darker skinned woman, an air of authority emanating from her as she took a step forward. “Supervisory Special Agent Julia Perry of S.H.I.E.L.D.” The woman stated with a nod of her head as two agents approached Creel with a restraint that looked like it game straight out of a Roddenberry series. “Fuck off.” Creel replied as he moved to struggle, the ominous red laser sights splitting their aim between Creel’s forehead and heart. Seeing escape was futile, Creel reluctantly raised hands, allowing himself to be handcuffed by the foreign device. Taking a step forward, the woman in charge addressed Creel again. “Carl Creel, you’re under arrest for illegal displays of metahuman abilities with the intent to take life, reckless endangerment of the general public, grand larceny and,” Agent Perry paused as she looked towards Creel, “Public indecency.” As he was hauled to his feet, Creel noticed for the first time his clothes had been nearly destroyed during his fight with Thor, the smell of burnt cloth became almost overwhelming as he was forced to march forward. Across the clearing, an small dropship awaited their arrival as Creel was escorted inside. The twin engines roared to life as the airship ascended vertically, leaving the ground behind as Creel clenched his eyes closed, memories of his last trip through the sky flooded back rapidly. “This is SSA Perry to Zephyr One, requesting permission to land, authorization code, 9-5-Viktor-Viktor-2” “Permission granted Special Agent, welcome aboard.” Came the reply as the small aircraft suddenly began to decelerate. The fuselage shook as the landing gear made contact with the landing strip atop the larger aircraft. The snap and hiss of the magnetic interlocks securing the dropship echoed all around Creel as he sat dumbfounded by the technology of whoever it was that had just picked him up. Hauled up from his seat, Creel was marched through a cylindrical extended hallway that had latched to the aft of the drop ship before entering into Zephyr One proper. Astonished by the size of the aircraft, Creel could barely tell he was in the air at all as he was marched through the spartan hallways towards a containment unit. “Don’t remove the restraints until we test if the ‘Live Well’ to ensure the power dampeners are functioning.” Agent Perry ordered. “I don’t want him absorbing the properties of that cell under any circumstance, it’s a Vibranium alloy.” The clear panels in front of Creel opened with a hiss as the agents on either side of him escorted the metahuman into the cobalt coloured cell. Ensuring his restraints were secure, the agents exited the cell, assuming their positions outside its doors until dismissed or relieved. Watching Creel from the otherside of the clear panel, Perry nodded to the two agents before excusing herself. “I need to report to Coulson, let him know we secured the 0-8-4 in Oklahoma. Should he try anything, non-lethal force must be used.” She ordered. “I want reports every fifteen minutes.” The supervisory agent added as she walked away. From within the cell, Creel watched, silently, angrily. His brow was furled in an unusual combination of concentration and frustration. Suddenly the reflection of the face of another made Creel jump back as he spun around to see the thin man with long black hair standing behind him. “Glad tidings, my friend.” The man in black stated coldly as he clasped his hands together, pacing back and forth in front of Creel. “At least, that is what I wish I had come here to say on this day.” He paused, turning to face Creel directly. “But, I have come for payment, except you, my friend, have failed to uphold your end of the bargain.” Raising a hand, a scroll unfurled from it as the man pointed to Creel’s bloody signature at the bottom. “Is your name not your bound, were you not to kill the mortal known as Blake Donaldson? Blood for blood, I put power in your blood and you were to repay it with the blood of another.” “You didn’t tell me that he was fuckin’ Thor!” Creel snarled back. “Is he?” The other man shrugged. “You were supposed to kill him before he knew that!” He suddenly snarled back. “But you had to bait him, you had to play with him. You didn’t use your head!” The man screamed, salvia flying from his mouth, hitting Creel across the face as the other man could only wrinkle his nose in disgust. “Fuck you.” Creel spat back as the weasel like man turned on his heel. “See,” He pointed at Creel, a knife suddenly appearing in his hand. “That right there, that is your problem.” He cooed advancing towards Creel. “You could have killed his mewling quim, but instead you wanted to make her yours, show him that your sword was bigger than his.” With a wave of his free hand, the man lifted Creel’s restrained hands above his head, pinning the larger man against the nearby wall as the agents outside suddenly took notice to Creel flying across the cell. “You want to keep your abilities, fine by me, but I implore you,” The man stated. “In the future, think with your head. Actually, given further thought-” Creel screamed suddenly, dropping to the floor as blood pooled out from between his legs, his eyes struggling to stay open as shock quickly set in. One of the agents outside the door was screaming for a medic while the other was struggling in vain to open the door that was held closed by the cloaked man’s magic. “Allow me remove the troublesome part.” He added, dropping Creel’s severed member to the floor. “Do not shed a tear, my friend, it was holding back you from your true potential.” The man smiled wickedly, his grin spanning ear to ear. “As for our business, blood for blood, your debt is paid in full.” Releasing the door, the man in black moved through the agents that poured in as they worked to stabilize Creel. Passing Agent Perry, the man brushed against her, causing Perry to freeze, looking directly at the man in black as he disappeared from the ship.[/INDENT][/INDENT] [CENTER][sup][h2][color=silver][img]https://i.imgur.com/SXfrcEV.png?1[/img] [sub]°[/sub] [img]https://i.imgur.com/SXfrcEV.png?1[/img] [sub]°[/sub] [img]https://i.imgur.com/SXfrcEV.png?1[/img] [sub]°[/sub] [img]https://i.imgur.com/SXfrcEV.png?1[/img] [sub]°[/sub] [img]https://i.imgur.com/SXfrcEV.png?1[/img][/color][/h2][/sup][/CENTER] [INDENT][INDENT]Entering the hospital room, Blake moved to rush to his mother’s side only to be stopped by his father who simply raised a finger to his lips before motioning the pair step outside with him. Closing the door, Erik looked down at his feet, his hands shaking before he looked back up at his son. “The doctor’s say your mother is in a stable condition, but I’m not going to sugarcoat it, son, she took a real beating from that monster.” Erik replied. “Her life is in God’s hands now, best we can do is pray and give her some time to rest.” “Dad, I’m so sorry.” Blake stated as he patted his father on the shoulder while Barbara gave him a tight hug. “This is all my fault, if I had only been at the office this morning-” “Nonsense, the Lord has a plan, we just don’t understand it yet.” Erik said as he turned to look at Marcy through the door’s small window. “Your mother is tougher than she looks,” Erik allowed himself a soft chuckle, “After all, she raised you and Lord knows you were a handful at times. Not too many women I know who could keep up with your spark.” “Whatever you need, Dad, I’ll be there.” Blake stated as he looked over his father’s head at his mother sleeping. “I know my boy,” Erik replied as he turned to the pair. “Now then, take this woman home and get her to bed, she’s been through just as much of an ordeal as your mother and I’d hate to see you lose the best thing that’s ever happened to you.” Erik ordered before pulling Barbara aside and whispering in her ear. “And make sure he gets some rest too.” “Yessir,” Barbara replied with a smile as she took a hold of Blake’s arm. Beginning to walk away, Erik cleared his throat causing the pair to pause and turn as he smiled at them. “One more thing, son. Get this woman a ring already.” Chuckling, Blake nodded his head. “Just waiting to find a big enough diamond, Pops.”[/INDENT][/INDENT]