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'Great,' I thought as I dropped the phone into a trash can, 'now what do I do? Wait?'
I tried my best to blend in and rubbed the laceration on my head, looked at the blood it coated to my hand and spat more blood as I strode down the sidewalk. Eventually I got to the point that instead of filming me people began to regard me with a confused glance.
Of course it wasn't long until I saw two unmarked SWAT vans trying to blend into the traffic. So I dropped a man from his motorcycle with a kick and I tried to speed away. Doors instantly clapped open and futuristic, prototype motorcycles zoomed after me. 'Well...' I thought looking back at them, 'those are new'.
I used a hand to strengthen the gravity under them causing me to put them in the dust. However-
I forgot that I was going like 50-60 miles per hour on a motorcycle...
A horn blared and the impact instantly sent me airborne. I had no choice but to slow down my decent, still smashing through a fence and landing in a large industrial ditch, the ones skaters might use, a large highway in the distance.
I groaned and heard thrusters and felt the cracks in the cement as Templar's landed on each side of me. I slowly looked up at them as they towered over me. They picked me up easily, pressing me hard against the wall. I assumed after some x-ray scans of my bone damage one finally said,
"We're here to get you out Knight."
Panic came upon me,
"No," I said, "No! You can't take my op! They're coming for me!"
"We'll be ready."
"No..." I said dark and knowingly, "no you won't."
As if on cue, a car wrecked up on the freeway, two black figures flying out from the windshield, gliding in fact. The smaller figure was in front and the Templars turned directly into a helmet cracking drop kick. One rolled with it and was able to stagger away when the other crumpled into the earth.
The other figure, fully armored in the Baron's Special Unit style with a Mexican Day of the Dead ghost skull as his mask. The other was in a hooded black trench coat, the boots and surely everything underneath was armor but the face, the face was a face similar to that of the Headless Horseman's 'face'. Obscured in darkness the only expression was a white smiling jack-o-lantern face.
"Oh?" The figure said in a distorted, intimidating voice with a tint of raspiness for effect, "Did we break a seat-belt law officer?"
"Baron?" The other man said, voice distorted.
He replied, his eyes never leaving the Templar,
"Nah, I got it."
The Templar stumbled into a stance and the Baron bid him, motionless, watching him,
"C'mon, I don't have all day."
The Templar aimed his hand at him as a slit opened from his arm and unleashed a P.I.K.E. missile. It purred, nearly silent as it screamed towards the Baron. However, before impact-
The Baron weaved to the side and caught the missile. He struggled with it until the missile ran out of fuel and I could've sworn that I and the Templar had our jaws crash into the dirt.
"Doug?" He tossed the missile behind him absentmindedly for Doug to catch, "And you?" He addressed the Templar, "Play God much? I hate people who play that game."
The Templar unsheathed four-foot energy infused blades from his armor, "Prepare to die."
"Do you realize how many people have said that and lived to tell about it?"
The Templar bounded toward him,
"Few." The Baron finished as he stood stock still.
The Templar uttered a war cry before he struck in an 'x' like movement and the Baron sighed in return. I was honestly concerned for both of them; the Templar towered head and shoulders over the Baron in his lightly armored attire. However the Baron lazily launched a grapple through the legs of his opponent and allowed it to pull him as he sliced his electric blade always in his sleeves where the Achilles tendon would be. Rolling he turned around and charged the Templar who hurriedly swung his blades back around. However the swing was delayed by Baron's grapple, making the momentum gained null, and the Baron used the clefts in his armor to easily climb atop him and wrap the grapple line around the Templar's neck, immobilizing one arm. The Templar pulled at the line and managed to get it rapped around his cracked helmet before the Baron started kicking the other arm while trying to strangle his opponent. The line wasn't around the neck though...
He kept pulling anyway as he deflected the energy infused blade of the free hand with: the other grapple, his feet and his free electric blade or prod. Then the Templar finally did manage to grab the Baron and attempted to desperately throw the Baron off but it caused the line around his helmet to tighten to the point that the line cut through the helmet. The Baron let go for fear that the Templar might grab the line, the line going slack but still laced about in the Templar's helmet.
The Templar panicking due to the fact that he almost had his head squeezed into pieces and the Baron capitalized. He charged while the Templar tore at the lining like it was a spider's web and with a huge leap implanted his knee into the enemy's helmet, shattering it to pieces. The Templar went down, the Baron on top of him.
"Please!" His normal voice begged, "Don't kill me! Please!"
"Well," the Baron said, his tone unreadable, "since you asked."
The last sound of the Templar was an 'ack' as the Baron tasered his head directly.
"You'll be one of the few that lived..."
The next second we heard that futuristic motorcycle screaming towards us. The Baron glanced at Doug,
"Doug?" Their gazes met, "Play football."
Doug grappled atop a garbage truck and tossed the PIKE missile with his super strength. The next second the motorcycle was flipping through the air crashing into the car that The Baron had wrecked off the freeway.
The Baron's voice said directly behind me, "You might want to cover your eyes."
I did instinctively when the vehicles exploded in a brilliant light. Debris showered us but the Baron didn't move. He was crouched next to me and swatted away a rock that may or may-not have hurt me, his mask disappeared before my eyes and he spoke to me in his normal, unfiltered voice,
"Are you alright AllFall?"
He surprised me and tucked some stray hairs behind my ear. After getting over the surprise I spat some blood and said, "Yeah-yeah! I can walk."
"Let's get you out of here then..."
Chapter XXVIII
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The Black Baron
I looked at the three crazy people standing before me. My arms were crossed as I tried to gauge whether or not they were sane enough for the job. In super villain work, there isn't a problem of finding someone INSANE enough to take a job, the problem is finding someone you can trust with the little things.
"You all haven't killed each other yet I see."
"It's not for lack of trying!" Psychotic Neurotic said, beaming... well, psychotically. His blonde hair was bed wrinkled and unkempt. My reflection looked back at me from the young man's goggles, the main weapons of his arsenal were some jet boots and gauntlets. To list all the potential gadgets techs like them have would literally take books to fill.
GraveMind elongated his claws in display, smiling with his tipped teeth, "You, or you concoctions never even touched me. You're getting sloppy PN, perhaps you should go back to Denmark."
GraveMind and PN have been at it thinking if they killed the other that possibly the last man standing would take all the pay home. GraveMind is a brunette in a leather jacket with hazel or borderline grey eyes. If Alien and PN (Psychotic Neurotic) could be considered the technical side of super minds then GraveMind is the biological side of it. Sometimes I wonder if he's still considered human after all those self-inflicted "improvements" giving him claws, tentacles, venom, and other abilities all encased within his body. He can still walk the streets though but when villains can walk around it's never necessarily good for the populace.
"They both annoy me." Alien sulked.
"Once the plan is in action are you all ready for the final improvements?"
"Ohhh!" Psychotic Neurotic said like some little school girl, "I love a secret! I can't wait to start!"
GraveMind sharpened his claws with a smile as his reply.
"Is AllFall's suit complete?"
"Yes Baron." Alien answered.
"Alright, have it ready for tomorrow."
"Baron?" GraveMind asked, "Could you care to send us pictures of her suit?"
I scrunched my eyes in confusion, "You've been working on it."
"Oh no," Psychotic Neurotic chimed in, "he doesn't mean that suit!"
"I am a biologist no?" GraveMind finished, "I was wanting a picture of her in her birthday suit for science."
He kept sharpening his claws in that creepy way as I caught on to his joke. I shook my head and continued on. They cackled as I got into my car and went to one of the poorest places in town. I got out when I arrived at a white house, algae splotched the walls here and there as the covers on the roof ruffled in the wind. I didn't need to knock as the door swung open.
"Baron!?"
"Good evening, John Allison." I smiled, the look on the clandestine revolutionary's face was priceless. It's been a few months since he was begging at my feet so I could try to save his father from nanite brain control.
"Get in here!" He said, worried about the villain just walking around his neighborhood.
"John," I chuckled, "if there were any cops to confront me I'd have them incapacitated in seconds."
I entered his house as he shut the door behind me. I noticed the shoes by the door and leaned down and began untying my boots. While he was mid sentence trying to interrogate me he tried to tell me to stop taking my boots off,
"Whoa! You don't need to do that!"
He was just overwhelmed that his friendly neighborhood super villain decided to pop in.
"John," I raised a brow, as I finished removing my boots, "it's okay."
"John?! Who is it?!" A man's voice bellowed.
The man came running around the corner, bearded and unkempt with grey streaks in his hair. His eyes widened so much that I almost thought they might bulge out like in the old cartoons.
"Baron! I had never had the opportunity to thank you for what you did for me!"
Mr. Allison Senior caught on a little better of my personality as he came to shake my hand professionally.
"It's fine," I said as we came into their living room, "I come with a opportunity for both of us."
"No really," he said, "your friends died for me." He sat down carefully, "Thank you."
"Don't remind me," I said sadly and then got down to business, "so... when we met your son he mentioned something about being clandestine revolutionaries?"
"Honey?!" A woman's voice uttered from the kitchen, "Is that company?"
"It's the contractor!" He yelled to her, "My wife doesn't even know. John, go make sure your sister is presentable."
"Will do," he said with a rush and left.
"Looks like you got a quiver full." I commented.
"Yeah," he said, rubbing his neck, "I got five more at the government brainwashing facility."
"School?"
"Yep, so... how may I help you Baron?"
I was lost in my thoughts a moment, tears pricking my eyes. I didn't have this and probably never will. I wiped my eyes before anyone knew the wiser...
Even all the money in the world can't buy a good family...
"I have a plan."
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