DeathstrokeSW

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Well, Since Rose needs to post, and I'm SERIOUSLY considering giving her Mirakuru, but she'd need either an anger at the world, or a sedative. The anger ath the world part isn't necessary to survive, but it usually helps on the "Not losing your mind" front. Plus, the rage can ward off physical deformities.

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The DDA stops cold in his tracks, his briefcase thudding from his hands as it fell to the floor. I don't even give him time to respond before shooting him in the skull. Lives mean nothing. It is my daughter that matters. Another text arrives, but by this time, I don't even need to play his game. From the first text, my cell phone automatically triangulates the sender's position. I designed it as a precaution against Rose's dating, but here it might save her life. Stepping out of the office, I leave the massacre for the police to find, and straddle the motorcycle. Great White Shark is behind this.

Speeding away, I drive to a condemned warehouse near the wharf. The cycle leaps over the gate, crushing a guard beneath its rear wheel, and collapsing the near wall. Going in guns blazing, I kill most of the security. Great White Shark turns as if he's been expecting me all night. "Mr. Wilson. I see you've triangula-" he doesn't get to finish his sentence as I unleash an enhanced fist. His jaw fractures. and I break four of his ribs, both legs, all of the bones in his hands, and rip out his collarbone before I finally snap his neck, ending him.

My attention turns to my daughter. "My poor Rose...What've they done to you?" Gingerly I lift her, loading her into a car. I pray her injuries aren't too extensive for my medical expertise.

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From Tennyson's Ulysses, this line always makes me think of the Teen Titans

"One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield. "

All-Star Marvel: Age of Heroes

Contemplating Deathlok

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DEATHSTROKE

The television cuts off, and I scream from sheer rage. How DARE he? My phone beeps and I receive the first of seven messages. Mr. Wilson, it reads, your first target is DDA Adam Pressly. I want him dead by midnight or I start sending fingers. I nearly crush the phone before realizing it is my only link to my daughter. Go dark, and he might kill her instantly. So I walk back to the cycle, and hop on it, riding as if the devil himself were on my heels.

I run through in my head the various possibilities. It's one of my enemies, come back to haunt me? Not likely. Wintergreen is dead, and Fyers was decapitated. So, new enemy? Again, it stretches the realm of belief. My true identity is known only to one person: Rose. One of Her enemies isn't likely as all of her enemies attack The Titans as a whole, not just her in particular. But the man squarely at the top of my hit list might have her. I shudder as I think of that possibility and pray that I am wrong. Hold on Rose, Hold on.

The city limits soon come within my field of view, and swiftly they are passed. Landmarks of the Bowery slip overhead, followed by those of Park Row. Soon, The office of the District Attorney Rob Liefield approaches. I kick in the door, murdering the secretary. From her security panel, I deactivate the cameras. Checking my wristwatch, I notice the time isn't quite midnight. DDA Pressly walks down the hall, having closed up his office.

"Hello, Pressly. A very important man wants you dead.

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Archangel89 said
Hey DSW and Yoshi...would you guys mind if Connor. joined in on the hunt ffor Rose...I've kinda run into a snag with Superboys story?

Sure. Although, the capacity in which Connor would operate would largely be to TRY and stop Deathstroke from assassinating his targets in order to save Rose. PM me and we(The Trio of us) can co-ordinate.

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Aaaaand Posted.

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The motorcycle comes to a stop as I reach my destination: a compound five miles from Gotham. I stash the bike in a nearby bush and set up the sniper rifle, monitoring the patrol patterns. Two snipers on the roof, five roaming the grounds. Not difficult, but the pattern is reminiscent of a man I used to work with. Disconcerting, since that particular man is dead.

One patroller walks too close; his mistake. I leap out from my sniper's nest and clasp a hand over his mouth, plunging a combat knife into his throat. His muffled screams don't escape his throat and he lands dead in a ditch, hidden from sight. Readjusting myself behind the sniper rifle, I take aim, and with two quick bursts, kill the snipers on the roof. The patrolmen scatter, unable to find the source of death.

To my far right, I see my next target, running to the forest. A bullet to the back of his skull stops him in his tracks, blood spattering the ground. Retracting the bolt, I eject the spent shell, and engage the next round. The next victim falls, and I repeat the process, Three more die by this process, and soon, I walk to the front door. The walls are twelve inch titanium steel, and the door is reinforced steel. I rip the door off of its hinges and startle those inside.

Five men guard Bobby Gazzo. Two stand up, but I shoot them in the head with my handgun. Tossing the gun aside, I unsheathe my sword as the last two rush me. A diagonal slice bisects one of them, and tears open the stomach of the other. The final guard stands in front of Gazzo, not entirely confident in his abilities. Unfortunately for him, I am. The blade tears through his throat, nearly decapitating him, and going through Gazzo's forehead. As I sheathe the blade, The TV nearby crackles to life, showing a man draped in shadow. "Well done, Mr. Wilson, Well done." Immediately I'm on my guard. He knows my name. "Gazzo was a...drag on the organization. Regardless, I have your daughter." The camera' cuts to my daughter, tied to a chair. She's just awakening from a drug induced stupor. "Daddy?" she calls out. Just as those words leave her, the ShadowMan returns. "So you see, If you do my dirty work, Rose lives. You don't, She dies." beneath my mask, my teeth grind. "I'll KILL you for this"

Whatever happens, I promise myself, I WILL bring my daughter home.

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First, Learning my own daughter has been kidnapped. Second, Kick Kidnappers' butts.

Ultimate One Universe: Marvel/DC RPG

As the two beams of heat vision met, a massive explosion was triggered sending both men away from each other. Superman had answered him, and Ultraman would pay him back in kind. But not now. Flying south, he flew back to the Silver Star Apartments building, and sat atop the roof.

What he had told the other Kryptonian was true. He was here to seize his destiny. But unfortunately he did not know how. As a Kryptonian, he had access to almost godlike ability. To wield power like this required drive, and intensity, otherwise he was simply a mindless brute, capable only of wreaking havoc on his enemies. Whatever the case, he knew he wanted to be more than just a strongman. He wanted SOMETHING, that much was clear. Otherwise, he might as well have been stumbling in the dark.

His fist crashed into the steel beside him, crushing it like Styrofoam. How angry could one man be? He had no sense of purpose, no destiny, but all the power in the world. Ultraman's eyes gazed heavenward, telescoping to the moon. There was something there, some...installation jutting out from its surface. The other Kryptonian was not the only superhero on this world. Here, he was one among many. But there, atop the moon, there might lay his destiny.

As they always did, Ultraman's eyes began to burn red with heat vision. It was, after all, his favorite power.

"I WILL seize My destiny."