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Dr. Wesley Franklin sat alone in his office. His leg bounced up and down nervously as he planned his next move. He knew that what Ben White was doing was wrong, and that he couldn’t allow it to stand. However, he also knew that not only would making a move against White now would most likely be suicide, he also knew that it was in a way hypocritical. For years, he had ignored his own morals and followed White as he broke just about every law of both man and nature in his pursuit of scientific advancement.

However, he knew that his conscience could suffer in silence no more. He knew that he had to act, however, he was not sure what course of action to take. Suddenly, he had an idea. He knew that he would never be able to get Icon free from his cell alone, but didn’t know who he could trust, if anyone within the facility. Then he had an idea, and though he knew that it may blow up in his face, he owed it to himself, if no one else to at least try. After a moment’s hesitation, he reluctantly reached for his phone.

***

“You blew it, Scott.” said a familiar voice. “You have all these powers and you couldn’t even save me.”

Scott turned to face the speaker, and found that he was standing just outside his family home, the sun was shining down on the perfectly trimmed lawn. He could smell the fresh cut grass and he could feel the breeze on his face.

He didn’t need to look at the speaker to know who it was, however he turned to face the man anyhow. When his eyes finally fell on the speaker, he knew that it was impossible, that this couldn’t possibly be real. However, here he stood, face to face with his older brother Brandon, who had died several years earlier.

It was because of his actions that Brandon was dead. It was shortly after Scott had graduated from Boston College, he and Brandon were fooling around on the back roads behind the Hunter’s home. The roads were in bad shape, and in some spots had almost been completely reclaimed by nature. Brandon had just gotten a new Jeep and had been taunting Scott about how it would leave him “in the dust.” Scott was ever prideful and accepted Brandon’s challenge. Everything had gone according to plan. Scott had given Brandon a fifteen second head start, and when the fifteen seconds had ticked off the clock, he took off after the vehicle. It wasn’t until Scott had passed the Jeep that he realized there was trouble.

As Scott had raced passed his brother’s Jeep, Brandon had lost control of the vehicle. He sped off of the road and collided with a large pine tree. Scott had raced to his brother’s aid; however, there was nothing that he could have done. Brandon had been killed upon impact. Brandon’s death had been the impetus for Scott to leave home and get about as far away as he could from his family, and the memory of what he had done. However, it did little good, because although he had made amends with his family, Brandon’s death still haunted Scott to this day.

“You just had to show off.” Brandon said, growing angrier with each passing moment. “Then you left me to die. You could have saved me. YOU SHOULD HAVE SAVED ME!” Brandon continued, his face beginning to distort, until the flesh on the left side of his face had rotted away, exposing a yellowing skull beneath the flesh.

“Brandon, I’m sorry. I tried, there was nothing I could-“ He was cut off by his brother.

“LIES!” Brandon shrieked in an almost inhuman tone. “You could have saved me, but you held back. You LET me die!”

“That’s not what happened.” Scott said, almost pleading.

“Yes, that is exactly what happened…and now you go around the world trying to make up for that by saving everyone that you can. But it’s not enough. It will never be enough you petulant son of a bitch. Nothing you do will ever atone for what you’ve done, or what you didn’t do…as the case may be.” Brandon finished, his face deteriorating further with each word.

Before Scott could reply, the sudden explosion of light and sound forced him back into the here and now.

It wasn’t real. Scott thought to himself as a figure appeared in the doorway.

“Come on, let’s get you out of here.” A female voice shouted over the noise.

He looked up and immediately recognized the young woman who had led him into this trap into the first place. He didn’t trust her, but he could see that something was going on out in the hallway. People were running frantically up and down the hallway, shots were being fired, men and women were fighting, and dying just beyond the doors.

“Haze…” Icon growled weakly. “What’s going on?”

“The Doc wanted to make things right. We needed a distraction to get you out of here, so he opened the cages.” She said almost nonchalantly, yet something in her voice betrayed her regret.

She placed his arm over her shoulder and let him lean on her as she guided him out of the cell that White had locked him into. As he entered the hall and was out of the range of the neural dampeners, he began to feel his strength slowly returning. He didn’t know how long it would take for him to reach full strength, but somehow, that didn’t matter to him. Once in the hall, he looked around at the carnage that was strewn about and felt another pang of guilt.

All this was because of me. He thought to himself as Haze led him down the hallway away from his would be prison.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG (Closed)

so yeah, I'm thinking definitely tomorrow for an Icon post

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG (Closed)

A surprise Anderson post is up. I'll be working on an Icon post tomorrow, and hopefully Emy and I will be finishing up our Lyger/Addy team up in the next week or so, and we can finally get that posted as well

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG (Closed)

Director Alexander Anderson sat behind his desk, his eyes glued to the file that lay upon his desk. He didn’t have to read it, he knew the contents all too well. The subject of the file was an obsession of his, and had been for a number of years.

“Sir, you’re sure that this latest incident is him?” Agent Markin asked.

“Yeah, it’s him.” Anderson responded curtly. “I just finished going over Ryder’s field report, there’s no question about it.”

HELLO LOST HAVEN
1 OF 20

Alexander Anderson knew the modus operandi, he knew what was coming next, and he knew that he would do everything in his power to prevent it. However, something bothered him about the reports. Everything was the same, the theatrical way that he dismembered the bodies, the message broadcasting his plans, yet something was different.

OR MAYBE I’LL STICK AROUND
RECRUITING
NIGHTMARE

For as long as Anderson has been tracking the being known as Nightmare, the psychotic murderer had never once deviated from his pattern, a pattern that was repeated time after time. A pattern that Anderson, with the help of STRIKE had suppressed from the general public. However, this time, the monster had indeed deviated from his course. The very idea that Nightmare was here, in Lost Haven, with the intent of possibly recruiting others into his madness was enough to send shivers down the spine of the STRIKE Director.

“We also have other problems sir.” Markin added.

“Yes, the reporter.” Anderson said, acknowledging the stunning security breach which had resulted in the organization’s acronym being broadcast across the local airwaves, as well as the details of the slaughter of the family in Olympia.

Who the initial source of the story was, was a major concern. As was how this woman had learned the identity of the organization, an identity that Anderson as well as those who were aware of the organization’s existence had gone to a great deal of trouble to keep concealed. In fact, only a small number of people within the government even knew of STRIKE’s existence, and an even smaller number of people outside of the government. The fact that someone in the media had uncovered their identity was troubling, and it was something that Anderson would have to deal with personally, in due time. However, right now his number one priority was containing the threat that the being known only as Nightmare posed.

“Sir, maybe you should-“ Markin began before being cut off immediately by his superior.

“I’m not sitting this one out.” Anderson said emphatically.

“Sir, I’m just saying-“Markin was again cut off mid-sentence.

“I know what you’re saying Jim, and it’s appreciated, but unnecessary.” Anderson said. “This bastard killed my son, and I’m going to be there when we finally bring him in.”

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busy, busy, busy. Dead tired, will try to get something in tomorrow

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG (Closed)

I have every intention of getting something up shortly. I have a few errands I have to run this afternoon, but when I get back, I'm gonna get to work

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG (Closed)

Just got home from work...nothing like starting the work day at 7AM and getting home at damn near midnight. I'm wiped.

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Post is up

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG (Closed)

After having caught up with Dr. Franklin and Icon, Mr. White led the pair to another elevator. Mr. White pressed the button for the appropriate level and turned to Icon.

“This, I think is something that you need to see.” Mr. White said as the elevator took the trio to the facility’s sub levels.

Once he stepped out of the elevator, the sights that greeted Icon and the others looked as if they belonged in a horror film as opposed to a scientific laboratory. Icon saw various creatures, each grotesque in its own way, in glass cases scattered throughout the large dimly lighted room in which they stood. The oddities appeared to be in a various states of health, some appeared quite healthy, while others were very clearly dead or dying. Of the creatures that were living, some appeared docile while others pounded against their encasements, trying feverishly to escape their confines. Icon looked at the creatures and a wave of anger washed over him, an emotion that he struggled to contain.

“What are these Mr. White? More experiments?” Icon asked sternly.

“Unfortunately, yes. You see, after we ‘lost’ you, we did continue with our research. Unfortunately, we despite our best efforts we were not nearly as successful as we were with you. Though they weren’t what we had hoped for, we are responsible for them. These days we focus our efforts on keeping them comfortable, and giving them the best quality of life as we possibly can.” Mr. White said.

Mr. White motions for Icon to continue the tour. They make their way toward yet another door at the back of the laboratory. He opens the door and holds it open for Icon.

“After you.” He said as Icon stepped past him.

As Icon stepped through the door he immediately realized that something wasn’t right. There was no other door, and the room was empty aside from a small cot. Icon turned around just as the door slammed shut. Suddenly, the room was filled with a strange red light, and as Icon made his way toward the door, he found each step more difficult than the previous. When Icon did reach the door, he began pounding on it, only to find that it did no good.

“Don’t bother to fight, it will do you no good.” Mr. White’s voice resonated through the Spartan cell through an intercom system. “Do you feel that? What you are feeling is everything that makes you special being sapped away. We’ve developed a set of neural disruptors which will prevent you from accessing your special abilities. Welcome home Icon.” Mr. White said just as the red lights began to fade and were replaced by a nothingness. There was no sound, no light penetrated the darkness. For the first time in a long time, Icon felt truly alone.

Outside of the cell which held Icon, Dr. Franklin looked at Mr. White with pure disdain. The doctor had been under the impression that they owed it to Icon to show him where he had truly come from, and to give him the option of maintaining a relationship with them. He kicked himself for allowing himself to be fooled by Mr. White, especially when he had questioned the administrator’s ethics for as long as he had worked for him.

“You can’t be serious Ben!” Dr. Franklin barked at his supervisor.

“Deadly serious, I’m afraid.” Mr. White coolly responded.

“Ben, you can’t just-“ Franklin started to say before being cut off.

“I assure you, I can. He is nothing more than stolen property of the Valor Institute, and I have simply done what I needed to do to recover that property.” White explained.

“He’s not your property, he’s a person. He’s a hero.”

“Was.” White said coldly. “He is an asset of the Valor Institute, and he will remain here for the rest of his life. In other words Doctor, he is mine to do with what I want. If I decide that I want to cut him open to see how he ticks, you can bet your ass that I will. If you have a problem with that, you are free to leave. Just remember what happened to the last scientist who let her emotions cloud her better judgment.”

Dr. Franklin took the threat at face value. He remembered when Dr. Hill had discovered that the baby that would grow into the hero known as Icon was to be terminated. She had gone to great lengths to get the child out of the institute, and she had paid for that with her life.

“Mr. White, what will we do if he gets free?” Dr. Franklin asked, forcibly changing his tone.

“That won’t be an issue, between the neural disruptors and the sensory deprivation, he won’t be in any condition to put up much of a fight.”

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Working on a post, hope to have it in tonight