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“Yeah, I think I just need some rest.” Adeline responded. Kyle knew that there must be more too it than that, just a short while ago he saw her take out one of the so called “Dark Possessed” as if it were nothing, and now she looked as if she were about to pass out. Setting his concern aside, he smiled and looked to Addie.

“Of course.” He said as he shifted his gaze to his mentor. “Could I borrow one of the cars? I doubt she’d fare too well on the subway tonight.”

“Of course, take the Jetta.” Harry said amiably. “Just don’t trash it, please.” He finished jokingly as Kyle helped Addie into the car, before getting in the vehicle himself and pulling the car away from its parking spot.

As Kyle pulled up to the parking lot near Addie’s dorm, his mind kept drifting to the eventual confrontation with Harry that awaited him upon his return to The Garage. Harry was a very private man, which was understandable considering his past. However, Kyle would just explain to him that it was a judgment call to bring her in.

He was brought back to the here and now when Addie took his hand, rubbing it slightly with her thumb. He had enjoyed the time that he had spent with her in recent days, and was glad in a way that she knew his secret. This way, there would be no need to lie about where he is and what he is doing, which is what had ultimately led to the end of his relationship with Keri. As these thoughts too faded, he got out of the car and walked around to the passenger side to meet Addie, who had already opened the door and gotten out of the car. He closed the door behind her and took her hand as he led her through the parking lot and up the walkway to the dorm, where he kissed her goodnight.

***

After returning the Jetta to Harry, Kyle had returned to campus. He had tried texting Addie several times during the day, but had gotten no response. He had begun getting nervous when she didn’t answer her phone.

“Hey, this is Addie. Obviously I can’t take your call right now, so you know what to do.” The voice message greeted him yet again.

Over the last few hours he had grown to dislike the message immensely. Instead of leaving another message, he simply ended the call. He didn’t know what was going on, but knowing that she hadn’t been feeling well the night before, coupled with the knowledge that she was some sort of supernatural superhero, with supernatural enemies gave him a great deal of apprehension. So, instead of sitting around and waiting for her to call him back, he decided to go over to her dorm and see what was going on himself.

He stood outside of the dorm room that Addie shared with her roommate Emily. Kyle rather liked Emily, she was spunky and generally carried herself with a “devil may care” attitude, and was quick with a joke, often at Kyle’s expense. However, when she answered the door and looked upon him; she looked tired, and more than a little concerned.

“Hey, what’s up?” Kyle asked the pretty brunette as she opened the door.

“Hey Kyle, come on in.” She said, motioning him to enter the room.

The vision that greeted him was something that shocked him to the core. The side of the room which had belonged to Addie was bare. Her bed had been stripped and her closet was empty. There was no sign that she had ever even been there.

“What…” Kyle began to say, the words having difficulty forming in his throat.

“I was going to tell you, I just didn’t think it was right to do it over the phone.” Emily said remorsefully.

“Tell me what?” Kyle asked, dreading what she would say next.

“After you brought her home last night, Addie got a phone call. Apparently, there was some sort of emergency back home. She packed up and left in the middle of the night.” Emily explained.

“Oh.” Was all Kyle could muster. “I see.”

There was an awkward silence that filled the dorm room. Both of them wanted to say something, but neither knew what to say.

“Did she say when she’ll be back?” Kyle finally asked, breaking the silence.

Emily just stood there and shook her head.

“No. Kyle, I’m sorry. I don’t think she’s coming back.” Emily told him, concern and sadness in her voice. “Are you alright?” she finally asked.

He wasn’t.

Kyle had finally felt that he had found the one that he was meant to be with. He had found someone who he could share his life with completely. With Addie, there was no lying. No sneaking off in the middle of the night to face whatever the city could throw at him and making excuses. She was the first person outside of Harry and Ronnie that knew his secret, and he knew that together they could have faced anything. Even though they had only been together for a short time, he knew the truth…He had fallen for her.

And now she was gone.

He was not “alright,” in fact; he couldn’t have been farther from “alright.”

“Yeah. I’ll be fine.” He lied. However, the shake in his voice betrayed him, something that Emily could plainly see, yet chose to let slide.

Kyle turned and headed for the door, the shock of what he had just found causing him to forget his manners.

“Hey.” Emily said as Kyle made his way out of the dorm room. He paused for a moment and tossed Emily a glance from over his shoulder.

“Yeah?” He replied.

“I really am sorry. And if you ever need anything…” She trailed off before finishing her sentence.

“Thanks.” Kyle said as he continued out of the room and closed the door behind him.

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might be getting another post up tonight

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Scott stumbled toward his apartment from the access door on the roof. Still weakened from the time he spent in his cell, he found that his legs felt like spaghetti and each step was progressively more difficult than the last. Finally, he was able to make it down the flight of stairs and through the short hallway that led to his apartment door. When he reached for the door knob, he realized that something was very wrong.

The door was unlocked.

Carefully, Scott opened the door. He knew that he had locked the door when he left, and he prepared himself for who or whatever stood on the other side of the door. Suddenly, he flung the door open and barged into his apartment, ready for a confrontation. For all he knew someone from the Valor Institute lay in wait. However, when he found himself face to face with the intruder, he relaxed a bit, and a slight smile crossed his face.

“Eric, what are you doing here?” He asked as he moved past his friend and business partner and sat down on his couch.

Eric just stood there looking at his friend in disbelief.

“Where the hell have you been, Scott?” Eric asked, a mixture of relief and concern creeping into his voice.

“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.” Scott said.

“Try me. I was getting worried.” Eric confessed.

“Worried, why? I was only gone-“
“Eight days.” Eric said plainly.

“Eight days?” Scott asked, unable to believe what his friend had told him.

“Yeah, eight days. I was worried about you, I was worried that this Nightmare character had gotten to you.” Eric said.

“Nightmare?” Scott asked, not familiar with the name of the serial killer who had been terrorizing Lost Haven.

Scott sat and listened as Eric filled him in on the events of the last several days. The series of murders, the “Jack the Ripper” style notes that had been left at the scene of each crime, as well as the way he had taunted some mysterious organization called STRIKE. Scott had admitted that he had himself had run ins with the organization, but didn’t know much about them.

When it was all said and done, Scott sat on his sofa, a look of stone cold determination bore on his face. After several moments, he finally began to get to his feet. Though he was still weak from his ordeal at the Valor Institute, his sheer determination powered him on.

“Where are you going?” Eric asked as Scott moved toward the large picture window in his living room.

“I’m going to find this ‘Nightmare,’ and I’m going to put an end to this, tonight.” He said as he opened the window. Eric tried to protest, to get his friend to stay home and get some rest. Eric knew that there was something wrong with Scott, that he wasn’t at full strength…but he also knew that it would take more than that to keep him from doing what had to be done.

He just hoped that Scott would live to tell him where he’d been for the last week.

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Icon post is up. Excuse the tardiness of the post, holiday weekends can sometimes be interesting...and that's all I'm going to say about that...lol

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“This way!” Haze cried out as she led Icon down the corridor to the elevator which would take them from the bowels of the Valor Institute to freedom.

However, as they made their escape, a sudden explosion rocked the very foundation of the subterranean complex. Brick, mortar and plaster rained down as Icon and his savior were knocked from their feet by the sheer force of the blast. Almost immediately, Haze was back on her feet. She bent down to help Icon, whose legs were still wobbly from his time in his cell.

“Really Sasha?” a voice sounded from within the cloud of debris which swirled around the gaping hole which now stood in the wall. “You’re just going to throw everything away?” The voice said as the familiar figure of Riot emerged from the cloud.
“This isn’t right Riot, this is not what we signed on for.” Haze responded to her former compatriot.

“That’s funny. After everything we’ve done…all the blood that’s on your hands, you decide to develop a conscience now?” Riot sneered. “Too little, too late.” He said as he opened fire on the pair.

Though he still felt weak, and could barely stand on his own, Icon jumped out in front of Haze, shielding her from the hail of gunfire. Fortunately, though he was weakened, he still found that he was impervious to the gunfire.

Riot maintained steady fire on Icon and Haze, making it nearly impossible for Haze to advance toward the elevator, all the while…Riot moved in on them. Icon knew that he needed to do something, however, found that with his powers barely a fraction of what they had been, his options were limited. Finally, out of desperation, the hero fired an optic blast at the ceiling between them and the advancing gunman. Suddenly, there was a loud rumbling and the ceiling collapsed, trapping Riot beneath the rubble. Icon stepped forward to help his attacker, but found that the energy he had to expend to fire the optic beam had been too great in his weakened state, and he was unable to lift the rubble off of the buried attacker.

“Come on!” Haze shouted as she grabbed him and pulled him toward the elevator. Though, he attempted to resist, he was too weak and had little choice but to allow her to drag him into the elevator.

***

Outside of the Valor Institute, Icon stood with Haze as smoke poured from the discrete outer façade of the building. Icon was saddened by the loss of life in the lower levels of the complex, but also knew that as weak as he was, there was little that he could do.

“Where are you going to go now?” He asked Haze, genuinely concerned for his rescuer.

“I don’t know, maybe get out of the country. They’ll be looking for me…for both of us.” Haze said, giving Icon a knowing stare.

“You should come to Lost Haven, we can deal with them together.” Icon said.

“No, I can’t. At least not yet.” She paused, before looking back to Icon and continuing. “Take care of yourself Scott, I’ll be seeing you.” She finished as her body began to slowly deteriorate into a purplish smoke, which soon dissipated with the light breeze. Suddenly, Icon understood how she had gotten her name.

“Take care, Haze.” He said as he took to the skies with great effort.

***

“There you are…” Benjamin White said as he and several members of his security force retrieved Riot’s lifeless form from the rubble which had entrapped him. “Can you hear me son?”

Riot strained to open his eyes, his body was racked with pain. He didn’t know how he had survived the cave in, and part of him wished that he hadn’t. The pain he felt was unbearable, and he almost knew that his right arm was crushed beyond repair. However, the worst pain that he felt came from the complete lack of pain, or feeling of any kind. A strange nothing that he felt just below his waist.

“You…you have…you h-have to kill them…” Riot said to his employer before drifting into unconsciousness.

“No worries my boy, you’ll get the chance to do that yourself. All in good time.” He said as he ordered his men to load Riot onto a gurney.

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Looks good, approved.

And with that, I'm back. Though, I probably won't get around to posting until Monday. I'm exhausted from the traveling and I unfortunately have to work both jobs tomorrow, so that's probably out

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ok guys, quick post is up. I'm going to be leaving tomorrow morning for the wedding, and won't be back until Saturday. I'll be out of touch until then unless I can get wifi on my phone.

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“….Sir, are you listening?” Nathan Sterling asked Director Anderson after noting that the head of STRIKE clearly had other things on his mind.

“Of course, Nathan. Continue.” Anderson lied. In fact, Anderson had very little interest in what Sterling had to say. In all the years that Anderson had been in charge of STRIKE, he had found Sterling to be an annoyance. He had seen him as nothing more than a pencil pusher who valued policy over people, and that sort of attitude was one that he could not abide. However, Sterling was damn good at his job, which was why the director hadn’t had him reassigned to Antarctica by now.

“The fact of the matter is sir,that this Nightmare character has caused us quite a bit of trouble. Forgetting the carnage that he’s caused, he’s also responsible for our own activities coming to light.” Sterling continued.

“I’m aware of what he’s done, Nathan.” Anderson snarled, his annoyance with the administrator threatening to boil over into something else altogether. “We will take care of Nightmare, once and for all.”

“And how do you expect to do that Anderson, you’re efforts over the last half decade haven’t exactly been a glowing success.” Sterling prodded.

“I’ve authorized Arthur’s insertion into the case. I’m sure that he will be able to bring this thing to a close quickly.” Anderson said.

“And what if the Iron Knight isn’t enough?” Sterling continued.

“Then we’ll deal with it.” Anderson snapped.

“And just how do you plan to remove STRIKE from the public conscience?” Sterling asked.

“I don’t.”
“Excuse me?” Sterling asked, unable to keep the shock out of his voice.

“Part of the problem with these super humans is that they didn’t know that we were out there. They’ve thought that they are the ones holding all the cards. Maybe it’s time for STRIKE to step out into the light, and show them exactly who we are.” Anderson said, a slim smile beginning to cross his face.

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excellent. I'm going to try and get something in before I leave

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Hey guys, sorry I haven't been around as much the last few days. I've been getting ready for a wedding (not mine, but I am the best man). And due to that wedding, I'll be out of town from Thursday-Saturday.