Pious

"Hawk, tell the thing with the foul body odour that some humans do cherish honour."

"Er, listen.. Hatespawn, she er.." the kid gulps under immense intimidation. "Well you heard what she said" he chuckles nervously, stepping back as wide as he could.

"Shift darling, it'll be just like the old days" she winked.

"Word is, we gosta wait for the pilots. Nobody knows when they'll get here. Arachnos has a very bad habit of prolonging suspense; makes the clients suffer over time" Hawk announced.

[Pistol simply nodded in acknowledgement. Without warning, Hawk came flying in through the hole, he leant in close enough to whisper a message, though being extremy careful not to touch the girl. He knew all too well the fatal consequences of entering Pistol's personal space, let alone a physical breach.]

"Boss, nobody knows when the pilots'll arrive."

"Great!" she whispered back. "Just great.. I guess we wait here, fend off attackers, all the while getting properly aquainted with one another."

"Sounds good to me Boss. It's a shame there arent any chick punks in here."

[It was done. Cellblock H now belonged to the convicts.]

"Fuerce Cerrojo!" and a massive bolt of sheer force sent a costumed warden crashing through the prison walls.

[In the aftermath of the fight, a large gaping hole pierced the reinforced stone of the exterior walls. The prisoners breathed fresh air. Pistol walks onto the ledge.]

"Thats a long way down. Hawk, can you handle it?"

"Typical, just typical. Send down the expendable punk kid."

"Precisely. Now, listen.. I dont see any carrier choppers so I'll need you to scout the outer perimetre, talk to the Arachnos, find out when our pilots'll be here."

"I'm on it."

[With that, the kid leaps out into the night. Pistol turns to her fellow convicts]

"They call us criminals, they label us a threat to society and throw us into confinement. They feed us horseshite and force us to drink murky water. They nullify our powers and surpress our magnificense with lethal injections. They treat us like dirt and spit at our feet, they call us ugly because we come as lizards, wolves, aliens and demons. Why? Because they are afraid. They are scared of our visions, our overwhelming will to accomplish our various goals.

"Some of you simply want a home, some want a family, others, like me, have plans for the nation entire. Heck, some of you geniuses wish to rule the world; you have pre-meditated the better ways in which this planet should be run.. Others live on destruction, perhaps you simply enjoy the death of all that is weak and frankly.. worthless. Pfft! They call it villainy. I call it sanity. I call it ingenuity.

"Look around you now. We stand before the night, our pride unblemished, our powers restored. Why? Simple. Because we are the stronger of two opposite forces.

[She points down at the continuous wave of Arachnos versus Longbow down below]

"Down there, lies your example. Every time the good dares to challenge evil, it is constantly thwarted in shame.

"My fellow inmates, our time has indeed come.. because we are now free. However, I ask that we stay together. It is not by coincidence that we have come to the aid of one another, but by fate. Let us all share our cause and help in its execution. We are thugs, there is no doubt about it but together, we are an adamantine armour, we can rule with an iron fist. Deep inside each and every one of us lies a special ability that could contribute the perfection of this armour.

"As one, we are unstoppable! A brutal wave of steel, a juggernaut of masterminds! Right now. Right here. Let us form a pact. Let us form a gang that will shake this world with fear. As one, we shall dominate all and conquer what we wish. Are. You. With me?"

Yes. Hail.. The Gang

But first.. you must hail Shin Apostrophe. Hail him I tell you. Hail!

*is dragged away screaming and shouting*

You cannot silence me! Hail Shin' hail Shin' get. get your hands off me!

Blind Strike: Hail Lord Recluse!

No Blind Strike, do not hail him. That n00blet must die!

Shin Apostrophy, fourth Shogan of the Dark shall rule teh world!

Hail Shin Apostrophy.

((I'd seriously advice reading the pages Yoshi, its just as fun to read 'em as it is to write, honest. But yeah, everyone's out, spiders are here and so are longbow. we got orange vs blue vs black vs red vs orange and the lot. Join in.))

"Thanks for the help Queintin. You and Shift work well together. Biker, good to see ya back in shape"

[Pistol glances up at the monsterous figure.]

"Erm.. I dont know who you are but, thanks"

[She heeds his words and returns to the fight. Contiously overlooking a dark figure in the shadows.]

"Hawk, the heroes are weak, remember the fight with the Back Alley Brawler?" The boy nods. "Good, you ready?"

"One sec"

[Without warning, the kid pistolwhips a fleeing guard, knocking him out cold. He steals his gun, spins it about on a finger before holstering it.]

"Ready"

"You're such a show off" she joked. "Get in there."

[It all happened in slow motion. Hawk charged headlong into the wardens, dodging bullets amidst the stream of fire. He performs a front flip, unholstering two magnums in a duel wield. He opens fire. Three weakened wardens fell to his lead before he even landed.]

"Acelere las habilidades" Pistol chanted, and her entire body seemed to glow.

"Fuerce Cerrojo!" and a massive bolt of sheer force sent a costumed warden crashing through the prison walls. "Cerrojo!" and another. "Cerrojo!" "Cerrojo!" she cried, and several Longbow officers were sent flying.

[She raced at a lieutenant, fists clenched. He fired. Time seemed to freeze as the single bullet raced at Pistol]

"Desvíe" was all she muttered and the bullet ricocheted off an invisible field.

"Muera!"

Dear Diary,

They question my morals, but I stand firm with my judgement. To live and let live, is to die and let die.

Diamondskin. We started off on the wrong foot, although he still frowns on my methods. True, my anger often gets the better of me and I do tend to charge blade first into the fray. But I can take care of myself. I think he still needs to adjust a little. Most of the members of the project really arent acustomed to the ways of the warrioress.

Diamondskin's specialty is evident in the name. He has an incredibly high resistance to lethal damage, and wields a war mace made of an ancient iron I cannot pin point.

Meriam, daughter of the magnificent Masked Angel, and inheritor of the mask. She's like three years younger than me and already her skills in the arts surpass mine.

I think I really really hurt her feelings earlier today, but I was only being frank. Anyway, I'll make it all up to her this weekend. We're gonna meet up and hang out at her house. I'm really excited. I hope I get to meet her mum.

If I remember correctly, there was someone called the Portent, but we're yet to make eye contact. I mean, I dont want to appear closed and secretive.

Some idiot called Tatters kept spraying guey stuff on me. Although I lay down my sword, he is good in a fight. I should sit down and get to know him sometime.

There was this alien elf, Leygran, who wouldn't stop doctoring me. When we were in Eastgate, he actually decided to concentrate his medicinal aura on us females, I swear if he doesn't learn to see me as an equal I'll have to cut him.

Force Commander, part of some kinda military. Heck, I'm only aware of the army, navy and the such, but he claims to be part of something rather.. different. Like whatever. He's a freak anyway. Too many contageous mutants!

Having said that, I respect him a lot, he's an expert in his field.. I must ask him to explain his ability.. I just can't grasp how one can control kinetic energy.

Sadly however, I think he's on to me. I mean, all I did was borrow two or three gems.

As far as I know, Extrisity is a wizzkid who's stolen a design from some profit-mad bio-engineering company called Crey Industry. Good on him. A true Robin Hood.

He's built a powered suit from the confiscated blueprints, which blasts electricity! Amazing if you ask me. I'd hate to have to spa with this one.

Also, today, I met Derek for the first time. I like him, he has six blades instead of one.. although he's in denial of being a mutant. The fact that the six sharp bones grow from under his skin is enough to gross me out. I'll be spending less time with him, I'll be damned to suddenly grow katanas.

There was this new guy, Triston Moyle.. I have no idea what or who he is.. I guess I better find out. Although, I think he's like thousands of years old..

Hawkshaw is so puny, he's as helpless as a civilian.. I like his shields though. He gave me a shield once and I felt untouchable! If I had a permanent one of those, I could be a god.

Brother Tchall.. I have like, no idea who or what he is.. though he's from some outer dimension so the Militia's got an eye on him.

Finally, my darling Blitz. He really liked my new armour.. I wonder if he noticed it's made from the same iron as my blade.. Hmm, I doubt it. He was with the other guys at the time, and they seemed more interested in my clevage. Men.

Oh! The way he draws his bow, focused and disciplined. Deadly accurate with the arrows and like me, he is well trained. I had this dream the other night, I'm gonna tell Meriam all about it.

On a whole, it is a fantastic squad, and I am proud to be a member. As a team, we are unstoppable, untouchable, a force to reckon with. Our sheer power alone can overcome all of evil. And when we fall, there is always people like Brother Tchall and the alian elf to doctor us.

Speaking of which, I am yet to meet this Devlin Saint fella.

[Timewarp]

[Pistol was done confronting Lupa. She answers to Shift]

"I've never been to the Rogue Isles babes, but Cruise has been middle man between Recluse and I. He sent my boy Hawk to my aid, and a couple Arachnos to our rescue.

"Next move? I suggest we take over this hell hole, makes it easier with spiders on our side. Then we'll have to find the pilots before the stripes turn up."

[Right on cue, an army of Longbow Agents storm the block.]

((Lets see ur post Echo))

(( He's changing it I think.))

(( Party-pooper!))

(( I kid. I kid.))

(( Honestly though, good point.))

[Timewarp]

[Pistol had freed her pals, but when she returned to cellblock H, it was chaos. Inmates had defeated guards, stolen keys and broken out. There were enemy inmates fighting. Throwing rocks and battering each other with rods. One woman was bleeding severely from a gang assault.]

"This is crazy.. I love it"

"Hey Pistol, you got ADD or something?" was all she needed to hear.

[Hawk came running from the darkness, guns blazing.]

"No Lupa, not attention.. hyperactivity" a sudden blur and Pistol was up close and personal with the wolfmother.

[The ceiling lights went out for a second, when it came back up, everything was red. The alarm screamed louder and louder, and Pistol was fueled with adrenaline. In her mind, she played out a brutal order of events, strategy, if you could call it that.]

"You got a problem with me Lupa? Step out of this gate and lets deal with it."

[It all happened in slow motion. Hawk re-emerged, running from the darkness. He skids to a halt and opens fire onto Biker's cell door. An explosion, the door blows apart, Pistol catwalks into view.]

"Skull Biker"

"God damn it, she's only been in here a month! A [censored] month and she thinks she runs the place! I want her dead. I want her dead! Dead! You hear me O'Neil? Get your boys! Get the whole [censored] army in here, get Longbow for all I care, I want Pistol dead!"

* * *

[Pistol watched the giant in awe.]

"...So you gonna help or just stand there?" was all she heard, but it was enough to make her dislike the thing.

"Answer that question yourself pal. In the meantime, I'm off to free a mate."

[She fixed him a long hard look before returning her gaze to Shift]

"I dont know about Mob but Biker's in 'the cellar'. Follow me."

"Someone's sounded the alarm. Lead me to Biker, then Mob. Know where they are?"

Tommy: I know you're ugly now, but just wait till i'm done with ya!

Zomfg Kingwill! Lets have that as the phrase! Its awesome!

Guard: What do you want now Shift?

Shift: Just your keys

Loved it.

Okay. My turn.

[After several rounds of gunfire, the reinforced gate finally fell with a mighty roar. Dust clouded the corridors, Hawk held up his pistol and rolled out of the cell opening fire to two running guards.]

"Coast is clear boss"

[Suddenly, Hawk is shot square in the chest. The shotgun sent him flying across the dusty floor.]

"Collateral" said Pistol, as she stepped majestically across the threshold.

"Freeze!" came a guard.

"Stay where you are Alicia!" came another, a handgun raised directly at Pistol's head.

[She remained ever so calm, as though through the smoke, she'd seen the man, clothed in orange..]

"Hit me. I dare you"

Really nice writing everyone. This is fun!

What dya say we crank it up a bit?

You know.. overthrow the Zig, take control of the prison, blow stuff up and go on a mad frenzy prior to i7.

That was retorical by the way.. Hatespawn's already kicked down his cell. lol. Should be interesting to see how the gang meets and forms.

Act One : Scene Two : Prisonbreak

[A young punk stood over Pistol in her sleep. She stirs awake.]

"Hawk! What.. how.. when?"

"Good to see you boss. Three words. Lord Recluse and teleport. He wants you by his side."

"Well of course he does" said Pistol, with great confidence.

"Er, boss.. the cell gate.. I dont have a gun."

"I've missed you kid. Where's your brother? Raptor?"

"Recluse.. he erm, he's holding the crew hostage."

"What? How dare he? Why.. wait. Insurance, right?"

"Yeah. We have no choice but to go to him. He promises to release Dragon and Falcon the closer we get."

"Well then. Lets get outta here" she smiled.

[It took an immense ammount of effort, but Pistol fought the drug used to nullify her powers. Her eyes flashed blue, then red, then back to white. Her iris returned and Pistol was reborn.]

"Outside, in the hallway. There is a magnum attached to the ceiling, can you see it?"

"Yes boss."

"Get ready to catch it"

[With that, Pistol projected a massive bolt of sheer force. It deflected off the wall adjacent and knocked the pistol into the cell.]

Leif Roar: 3. Stalker: Pious, .Dragonfly

She'll be known as Nitetsu now. Level 3.

Dear Dad,

I miss home. Here in america, the only friends I have are from the Militia project. Quite frankly, they are one of very few people who I hold in high regards.

This city is falling apart. In the past few days, I have been following on leads, interogating crime lords in my search for the evil sword, the Soaring Dragon.

The experience has really opened my eyes to the lack of love in this world. Why is the common man always victimised, oppressed by the stronger? Why do those with power choose to abuse it? Why do they not help, the way they should?

Why must the murderer, who has taken a life be allowed to live?

Father, I have developed a new perspective on life. From this day onwards, I will live to challenge evil. I will judge the perpetrators, I will sentence the judged and with your sword, I will perform executions.

This city will see the last of evil. From the highest towers, I will watch, silent as a sentinel.

From today onwards, I am Dragonfly, the predator.

"Lupa, you're already close enough to stab. You're in, but this aint over."

Dragonfly masters the Art of Teleportation.

She'll recall anyone not supertraveling.

"Well, well, well" Pistol refused to let this slide. Nobody, especially not an inmate would dare to blackmail her. "Look who's threatening to rat us out Baby, it's Chuckie's Bride, queen of the two-dollar streetwhores."

[Pistol rose from her matress and inched closer to the wall between Lupa's cell and hers.]

"You've had a problem with me since the day we met. You've witness my natural gift to rise in power, you know exactly what I can do to pathetic has-beens like you." [She lowered her voice to a wisper.] "You've never been in my goodbooks Lupa, but I swear to you, make an enemy of me and I'll gut you like a fish, scalp off your ugly face and feed your eyes to the filthy dogs you call a wolfpack."

Thanks for all the feedback guys.

I have finally completed Series #1: The Ultimate Victorious Y.Freeza

Now to think of a new comicbook story.. the gang shud be an inspiration.

Hey. Cool video Capt. I especially liked the city-scape shot.

Deluge.. honestly!