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    Getting Back into the Beat

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    Re: Getting Back into the Beat

    Post by Mortis on Mon Apr 28, 2014 1:20 am

    Look how noble Benji made himself sound, a real bleeding heart of the ghettos. In response to his passionate argument, a rasping cackle echoed around the void its origin uncertain. Do you not sssee? You are a killer, a murderer. The rival gangsss you ssso boassst about ssslaying were humansss too, with familiesss jussst like yoursss. What makesss you ssso much better than them that you believe their deathsss were warranted? For what? Nothing more than petty rivalry dresssssed to look like jussstice. He hissed from all around. Did this brawny fool actually think he was doing good by his hypocritical speech? We kill no matter creed, race, gender or any other defining characterissstic other than vitality. For what would our lawsss be if we played mercy to minor detailssss like gang affiliation or beliefsss? Law hasss no biasss, unlike you, Benjamin Poole. That was where it was perfect, infallible and incorruptible to petty interests and political schemes. In this boy's efforts to further his so-called family he was doing nothing but causing misery for the rest. The excuses were only to help him sleep at night.

    However, the man was not one for reason, as was displayed earlier thanks to Nath's ridiculous and unprecedented interruption. He would wring that vandal's neck right in front of Benji, where he would be able to do nothing but watch and realize those comforting words were merely lies.

    It did not take long for Benjamin to start pounding through the Dark Judge's memories, screaming and rotting visages tearing away under his fists. In their wake haunting echos filled the voids that the memory once inhabited, like dust blowing away upon the wind. There were hundreds of these same faces and screams, how much more would he have to shift and dig through them to find his target? Not much more, for upon beating through the second one his fists came in contact with a familiar undead visage, bone crunching and grinding beneath the man's calloused knuckles.

    However, even with the way his mental visage floated limply in the void, he was hardly undone. Fool. The Judge hissed, his skull snapping upwards towards the thug with a sickening crack. You thought I had ran out of cowardice? Look around you Benji, nothing but screaming visages and an overwhelming sense of doom and death surrounded the two of them. So dense were these images that the way Benji had came was made undetectable and untraceable. In following the Dark Judge he had only lost himself deeper and deeper into the Dark Judge's own psyche until nothing but his presence existed. He dared to venture into the mind of decay and death itself, now he would witness firsthand the consequences.

    With an unnatural swiftness Mortis lurched forward and enveloped Benji in his mental presence, claws stabbing like knives into his chest and back. With each inch they dragged into his being the man would start to feel a fatigue on his person, dragging him down and withering his strength. All the while Judge Mortis constricted and suffocated him further, whispers of despair and dismay filling the man's thoughts and drowning out all else.

    Come Benjamin, come and know true justice in death. To carry on thisss charade isss folly, ressst.


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    Re: Getting Back into the Beat

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    Re: Getting Back into the Beat

    Post by Universal NPC on Tue Apr 29, 2014 12:57 pm

    No dice this time, Sheep-Face.

    Benji shifted in this hellish place but he did not lower his fists, the man instead staring angrily ahead. Yeah, I'm a murderer. I'll also accept the fact that some rival gang members had family, he gruffly agreed. But you're preaching to the choir, Judge. You claim to be unbiased and all that jazz, but are you really? You were once human too - saw it in your memories! Don't that make you just as flawed as the rest of us common folk? Oh, but Judge Mortis may not like that little hypocritical detail being pointed out. Admit it, Sheep-Face. You saying that I'm no better than the average thug is like me saying that you were born a saint; we both know that ain't true. Born a sinner along with everyone else, wasn't that right? You're just as guilty as everyone else - you simply don't know it yet. Ignorance was bliss.

    CRACK! The sound of knuckle hitting bleached bone was music to Benji's ears and he spotted the Dark Judge merely floating before him. Hmm, no. No, still very much ugly. You are a coward, Mortis, Benji was quick to correct. After all, why did you really follow your superior knowing he could have eventually purged you and your sins too? Because that could have definitely happened, seeing as how Mortis and his brothers had also been flesh and bone. Who was to say that this Sidney guy wouldn't have killed his three stooges had he no use for them anymore?

    You're a crony; that's fancy talk for expendable. And here's why.

    The more Benji lingered in this dark and twisted realm the more he managed to see into the Dark Judge's history. But not just his own, oh no. Those brothers, Fire and Fear - Benji saw them through Mortis' eyes, too. When you and your pals thought to purge Mega City-One and rescue your valiant leader, do you remember what happened when Tin Head got sent to Limbo? C'mon, you know this memory. He didn't go back for him and went ahead with his own grand scheme of things! What does that tell you, huh? It told Benji plenty: Judge Death simply did not care enough for his colleagues to even rescue them. Or what about that time during Necropolis, when all you schmucks were caught? I didn't see your leader in the ranks. Wanna know why? Because he was too busy having fun elsewhere! Immortal spirits Benji's ass. What good was being immortal when you were doomed to follow a guy who couldn't even develop solid plans? You're nothing more than a toady and you're gonna be one until Judge Death hands you your pink slip. Some selfless existence, right?

    Can't worry about that right now, however. As much as Benji would love ripping into Judge Mortis and laying him straight, the Dark Judge went on the offensive. Hmph! Together the two consciousnesses fell, Sheep-Face on top and Benji on the receiving end. Miraculously, none of the retaliation hurt one bit and the man had yet again earned his right to fight back. Rest? No thank you, he grunted, resisting with all his might to thwart off Judge Mortis' psychic invasion. Benji ignored the Dark Judge's arms for the time being and instead clenched his fists, muscles tightening.

    But you look a little tired, Sheep-Face. How about I return the favour? Two devastating blows to the ghoul's sunken chest, hot and fast!



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    Re: Getting Back into the Beat

    Post by System on Tue Apr 29, 2014 12:57 pm

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    Re: Getting Back into the Beat

    Post by Mortis on Tue Apr 29, 2014 6:56 pm

    Look at this sinner, trying to call the ghoul a hypocrite. The Dark Judge was no more a hypocrite than this average thug was a saint. Yet, here he was, trying to insinuate that despite his gang affiliations he was a good man. Haaah! A loud, curt laugh burst from the ghoul's ethereal chest, bony tail twitching and claws curling. your talk meansss nothing, sssinner. Only an idiot would believe the liesss of the iniquitousss, when the jussstice of death isss the only truth. How could he be flawed when he felt no urges, save for the desire of justice, when he felt not hunger, nor fatigue and thirst? The Dark Judge never slept, never stopped until his task was complete, as did the rest of the Judges along with their leader.

    So the ghoul had been human once, everyone started somewhere at some point. What Benji failed to note, was that being human was for only a fraction of his existence among the vast sea of judging, the faces of the screaming dead that made up his memory. How many centuries had he existed, how many uncountable years had he served alongside his brethren? We follow for a ssssame caussse, a doctrine that you could never undersssstand. He hissed, knuckles popping and crackling as he stared down the man. Jussst assss you do not undersssstand that we are already purged of ssssin in undeath.

    The man could preach about how they were expendable all he liked, about how their leader cared not for them. Yes, he had left Fear to limbo and he was doomed to a similar fate alongside Judge Fire. However, expendability was merely a concept to be accepted by the weak of will or rejected by those who knew better. That was what separated them from the Judges who had been purged, they were truly expendable because they could not see past their own living curse to become like them. Undead, immortal givers of justice.

    Regardless, their change was permanent and their importance was undeniable. After all, he needed their aid during Necropolis and to free himself from that block of Boing! that imprisoned both Anderson and himself. If anything, with Judge Death's track record of failed schemes he was the one who needed them. Even with this knowledge however, it was evident that the thug was merely playing on his temporary weakness, his flattening by this world.

    As stubborn as he was bony, the ghoul did not bend from the two punches to his gut, only a flustered hiss escaping from his person. At this rate, he would need the aid of his brother, any more of this and he would be unable to keep a hold on the man at all. Not to mention they were still running on borrowed time, the rest of those gang members would arrive soon.

    Sss, your judgement issss nigh. All of your effortsss are for naught, ssssinner. Judge Mortis snarled, giving Benji a swift kick he attempted the sever the mental link between them. All the while a psychic tendril was sent to Judge Fear...

    Brother, this ssssinner isss proving too ssstubborn for hisss own good. I require your aid.

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    Re: Getting Back into the Beat

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    Re: Getting Back into the Beat

    Post by Fear on Wed Apr 30, 2014 3:29 am

    Huh. The sinner and his brother have been still for an awfully long time...

    Outside on the mortal plane of reality where minds did not so readily collide, a quiet Judge Fear had been left to stand watch. It was not a very glorifying task but someone had to do it. It wouldn't be Death at this point, seeing as how the hooded entity was still captivated by something so rudimentary as a sinner's dull firearm. Never the Dark Judge mind that, however. If the trigger was squeezed and a bullet discharged, no harm will come to Death either way. Ergo (and silently thankful) Judge Fear could better allot his concentration on something other than babysitting. Like wondering if his brother was doing all right with that obtuse sinner in there. "There" loosely referring to their combatting minds, of course.

    It was... eerie, in a way. Both the sinner and Judge Mortis remained locked in each other's hostile embrace, neither having stirred for about... golly, ten minutes darn near? Judge Fear didn't have a watch on his person but he was no stranger to time, despite being immortal. Nevertheless, the ghoul idly waited in the alleyway's mouth and kept alert for any unwanted distractions. That having been said, he did occasionally rock on his heels and glance around every so often.

    Why not? It's not like Death, over there, was going to miraculously discover that he could blow the sinner's brains out with a well-placed shot. No, don't reckon he'd do that... Very passive, this Death was. Quite a pleasant detour from what the Dark Judges were used to, really.

    Hold That Thought wrote:Brother, thisss sssinner is proving too ssstubborn for hisss own good. I require your aid.

    And there was the signal! Looks like Judge Mortis had bit off more than his bony, masticating jaws could chew.

    Right. Sneaking one last peek at Death and making sure he wouldn't instigate something most unfortunate, Judge Fear deemed it appropriate to merge. Ugh, and what a merge it was; out of all the brothers Judge Mortis wasn't exactly the most clean... No matter, however. Slipping past the endless memories crumbling with decay and rot, the caped ghoul arrived at the altercation under the guise of shadow. He was mindful to avoid upsetting any of his brother's memories, Judge Fear instead keeping the bulk of his attention on a Mr. Benjamin Poole.

    Greetingsss, the Dark Judge introduced himself, stepping out from a shimmering mirage of insurmountable horrors and fears. His personal collection, if you will. And brother, be extra careful in keeping your distance. It would be a shame if you were scared right out of your very own mind. The undead fiend glanced at Judge Mortis' mangled skull and couldn't resist a brotherly tease. Don't worry, that can be buffed right out. You look good, by the way. Although not really...

    At last face-to-helm with the very nuisance that had kept his brother's hands full, Judge Fear swiveled his gaze and examined this brawny criminal for a pensive moment. Hmm, not much to him, was there? Tragic past, no stranger to death, he didn't choose the thug life the thug life chose him, etc. Your average, garden variety thug who survived on a day-to-day basis on the streets. You have ssseen too much, sssinner, he hissed. The penalty for the unlawful intrusssion into a Judge'sss mind isss death, along with the obssstruction of jussstice. You are guilty of both. Verdict given, now came the ghoul's absolute favourite part: the dispensing of punishment! But how to go about purging this sinner, though? Gazing at the brute was out of the question, for Judge Mortis would not take kindly to seeing his fears manifest before him. Kind of took the thrill out of it... But what if he just...?

    Knowing very well that the sinner could not mentally handle two Dark Judges, the ghoul had no trouble picking out Benjamin's worst nightmares. It was like going through the backdoor, and one that had foolishly been unlocked.

    Suddenly the loud baying of large dogs could be heard and four angry, snarling canines materialized from the Dark Judge's ever-growing shadow. They ran at Benjamin, a thirst for blood in their hungry eyes, and boxed him in at the four corners. Whatever isss the matter, sssinner? Judge Fear openly goaded. You never manage to get over you fear of dogsss? A common fear, if the ghoul could be allowed to admit. How interesting it was that Benjamin had been terrified of dogs ever since he was five, having witnessed an aggressive Chow maul and butcher one of his childhood friends. Mm, the man's trepidation was something to thoroughly enjoy...

    All it took was one snap of the Dark Judge's fingers and the ravenous pack of bloodthirsty animals descended upon Benjamin, their teeth sharp and very much real.

    If the threat of disease was not enough to break you, then let Judge Fear show you just how persuasive his element could be.



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    Re: Getting Back into the Beat

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    Re: Getting Back into the Beat

    Post by Universal NPC on Wed Apr 30, 2014 4:48 am

    Would you get a load of this guy? You're delusional, Benji scoffed. You honestly think - honestly - that your method of thinking is right? Shit, you're more messed up in the head than all this empty space we're floating in. No matter what Benji said, the creep didn't listen to a single word of reason. Fine by him, because Benji was all for sending this insane asshole on a one-way ticket to Hell. That was, however, until a third presence thought to introduce themselves. ...Aid? Hmph, leave it to a coward to ask for extra muscle. What's the problem, Sheep-Face? Can't fight your own battles by yourself? Such antagonistic thinking was cut short when a most awful sensation filled Benji's thoughts, the man's eyes growing wide as he tried to cover his mouth.

    Ugh, what is that awful stench...? Not only that, but what in the hell is that revolting sight over there? Benji didn't know what it was and he didn't care. All he could tell was that a portion of the Dark Judge's mind had warped to take on a darker, more twisted appearance.

    He saw images - fleeting images of disgusting, horrible things - before making out a tall silhouette emerging from the writhing shroud.

    Fear, Benji growled. Looks like Tin Head had sensed his brother's desperation and thought to make a grand entrance. It also seemed that this recent arrival operated on a stronger wavelength than Sheep-Face... The man was damn sure to avoid staring into the creep's helm if he could help it. I was wondering when your ugly mug would show up, coming to bail your brother out. We were just having a lovely discussion about you glorious leader.

    Careful. He needed to be careful, because this Dark Judge was no doubt stronger than the other.

    For a while Benji had been coasting on a his feelings of satisfaction, the fight against Judge Mortis having shifted in his favour not too long ago. With Fear's meddling, though... Those good vibes were gone, already replaced by a rising sense of unnatural dread. Benji wiped his sweaty palms against the denim of his pants, grunting.

    Yeah, yeah. Guilty. Lemme guess, the punishment is death, he snarked. These undead bozos were incredibly predictable, but Benji was not someone who encountered risen corpses on a daily basis.

    He also had no mental fortifications to stop a malicious invader.

    And that is exactly what Judge Fear did: invade. There was a small tug, very faint, but Benji knew what the fiend was up to. Hey, get the fuck out of my head, the man barked. A funny choice of words, because this was the beginning of Benji's foretold downfall.

    Dogs. The creep had summoned dogs. Benji immediately gasped and felt his spirit falter, an all too familiar memory flooding back to him. No... Yes, and sure enough... four very big and very aggravated canines emerged from the Dark Judge's ominous shadow. T-Those aren't real! Benji stammered, trying to muster his resolve. What was it that Sheep-Face had said earlier? The only memories that can do any harm were those from within one's mind? Fat chance, pal! Benji clenched his fists and raised them up, not backing down from the "smiling" ghoul. Nice try, Fear, but ain't buyin' it. You cheap parlour tricks can't hurt me in here - none of this exists on the outside. Don't think about what happened to Lewis, don't think about it... If you do, you were just giving the Dark Judge extra bait!

    Snap!

    Just as sadistic as his bony brother, Benji growled as Judge Fear snapped his fingers. The simple action was enough to send the pack of mangy bastards into a controlled blood frenzy, but the man held his ground. They ain't real... They ain't real, Benji. Keep it together, he mumbled beneath his breath.

    Two of the dogs thought to go straight for the man's ankles but he managed to avoid their teeth and paws. Benji gave out a round of harsh kicks to their muzzles and effectively made them turn around, their pained whimpering giving him enough reason to smile.

    See? Judge Fear was nothing more than smoke and mirrors, exactly like his -

    AHHHHH!

    In little more than the blink of an eye, Benji felt everything just... slip away. He had failed to keep track of the third dog and paid the price, its pointed teeth easily tearing into his arm. Immediately the man regressed, the smell of dog and its breath overpowering, forcing Benji to recall his fear's point of origin. Lewis... Oh god, Lewis... Even to this day Benji had flashbacks of his friend's face, ripped to shreds with blood and pieces everywhere. Goddamn it... Goddamn it! Don't let this fear rule you life, Benji! Don't give in!

    But it was too late... It was too late, because one simple fear was all it took to unravel everything. The mental link on Benji's end at last faltered and he could no longer maintain his end. How could he? There were now two Dark Judges, both equally capable and wanting to end his life.

    ...How could he stop what does not live?

    Steadily the mental landscape of decay and fear melted away, the brick and mortar wall of the alleyway warping into view. Ah, the smell of the outside air... The absence of firing squads and terrifying dogs...

    U-Ungh... With a groan Benji fell to his knees, broken and tired.

    How could he... How could anyone...?



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    Re: Getting Back into the Beat

    Post by Mortis on Wed Apr 30, 2014 7:25 pm

    Biting off more than he could chew was certainly a way of putting it. Per the usual mannerisms of sinners, Benjamin continued to call the undead Judge delusional and twisted. A broken record of phrases the ghoul has heard long before meeting him. That made for two who did not listen to a single word of reason, given the two's standpoint on the matter. One thought their criminal behavior was fine and noble, and the other thought that the best sentence was the death sentence... It was like tossing two immovable objects at each other.

    Make that a third with Judge Fear's appearance.

    His brother's unmistakable aura emerged within Judge Mortis' mind, the ghoul seeming to literally travel in a shroud of fears and horrid nightmares. Shadows filled the area of the ghoul's mind where the fellow Dark Judge had entered, his familiar presence chilling even for his standards as Fear weaved around memories and down to where Benjamin was facing him. Ah, brother, ssso glad you could join usss. He hissed in greeting, happy enough to see the ghoul that the tease regarding his skull was taken in stride. Yes, Benjamin here had decided to make a few adjustmentsss. Hisss own troublesss will be far from sssuperficial to be sure. Judge Mortis pulled away from the stubborn thug, his mental manifestation moving to stand next to the fellow Dark Judge.

    Did you hear that, Benji? You just earned yourself two more criminal charges with your visit into the Dark Judge's mind. How many death sentences was the thug going to pile up before this evening was through? Already he had earned at least four alone, his living state of being not included.

    As the condemned man continued to act flippantly, he noticed his brother reach into the recesses of the man's own memories before pulling forth a fear most devious. Dogs. Look how viciously they snapped and snarled, frothing for Benji's blood, all stemming from a childhood memory regarding a vicious, furry dog and a mauled face. Ah, but what was there to expect from common gang thugs than common, mundane trepidation. In the end all of the toughness that was put forth was merely a front to hide the shivering, pathetic child from before.

    Look, Benjamin. You made sssome friendssss. The ghoul sneered above the ripping and tearing of flesh, one of the dogs managing to sink their teeth into his arm. They don't act very different from your thug friendsss from the alley either. The thug could take that as he will, for while the mental landscape around them crumbled and fell away, a rasping laugh echoed from the void and into the real world itself as the mental link was severed.

    All that remained was an unshakable sense of doom, the once brazen guard dog of the Cobalt Sons now on his knees.

    "Ssssss..." Mortis clenched his talons as his form returned from its rigor-state. His cracked sheep skull tipped to gaze down at the now broken man, his fear and despair absolutely delicious to bask in. "Assss sssaid before, the crime isss life, the sssentence isss death. There issss no evading your fate." The ghoul stated, reaching a claw out towards the man. It was time they finished this game and sent Benij to the hereafter.

    Wrapping his talons around the back of the man's skull while his other hand took a hold of his chin, Judge Mortis kept a firm grip on his flesh and began to squeeze before giving the man's head a violent wrench.

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    Re: Getting Back into the Beat

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    Re: Getting Back into the Beat

    Post by Fear on Sat May 03, 2014 1:50 am

    I am alwaysss happy to join a righteousss purging. And the Dark Judge was especially happy to retaliate against a sinner who so uncivilly assaulted his brother. What sort of ungrateful fool thought to bite the hand that fed them? They were only trying to help you, Benji. It was disappointing that you could not see past your own ignorance to realize the unshakeable truth in death. Perhaps a few snarling mongrels will enlighten you, however.

    Sigh wrote:Nice try, Fear, but ain't buyin' it. Your cheap parlour tricks can't hurt me in here - none of this exists on the outside.

    The armoured ghoul crossed his arms and evenly replied, Isss that ssso?

    A persistent little gnat, wasn't this Benji? Such gallantry will shortly be a thing of the past.

    These were no parlour tricks and Judge Fear was not some birthday clown; the dogs were very, very much corporeal. Don't take the Dark Judge's word for it, though. Benji may have been able to fend off two of the ferocious beasts, but the third? Aha, the third... It proved itself to be a far more clever hound than its unsuccessful companions, slobbery maw desiring to dine upon a sinner's warm flesh. In one voracious chomp it latched itself upon Benji's arm and ferociously shook its head, blood and clothing sent in all directions. That's it, sinner! Display the whites of your eyes to the Dark Judges as your courage became ripped to shreds. Your scream had been nothing more than delicious, and Judge Fear savoured every moment of it. A pity, though, that Benji could no longer sustain the mind-link with his undead partners.

    Slowly the world transitioned back to reality, where Judge Fear quietly exited his brother's mind just in time to see Mortis in action. There was a sickening wrench and Benji fell to the ground, his feet idly twitching as he quietly groaned. "I do believe you have broken hisss neck, brother," the Dark Judge noted aloud. Still very much alive, however. That was going to be remedied fairly soon.

    "Continue with your good work, Mortisss. I wouldn't want to sssteal thisss moment from you." After all, this was his brother's crowning achievement for today. There will be plenty sinners in the near future for Judge Fear's mantraps to sink their teeth into.
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    Re: Getting Back into the Beat

    Post by Lord Death on Sat May 03, 2014 3:19 pm

    Throughout the entire duration of the lengthy psychic battle, Death stood off to the side, turning his new toy this way and that, poking at its various extremities and discovering where the holes were, as well as how sturdy it appeared to be. Being the psychic equivalent of deaf as a rock, very little of the three's standing around made any impression, and he was absorbed in the small chunk of metal for a significant amount of time.

    The wrenching noise of a neck spinning in the wrong direction and the accompanying sound of Fear's voice jerked Death out of his reverie, and his bony fingers clenched around the object as his gaze snapped up to witness the aftermath of whatever had gone on. Unfortunately, the sudden movement of his fingers produced what Fear had expected.

    BANG

    A chip was blown out of the wall of the alley, and Death's gaze tracked around to the chip, located as it was behind him, then down to the object in his hand.

    ...

    I FIGURED OUT HOW IT WORKS. THERE IS A HOLE IN MY ROBE AT THE BACK. EXCITING.


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    Death: Attacking himself.
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    Re: Getting Back into the Beat

    Post by System on Sat May 03, 2014 3:19 pm

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    Re: Getting Back into the Beat

    Post by Universal NPC on Sat May 03, 2014 9:15 pm

    "There he is! BENJI!" But he was too late...

    Dozens of feet thundered down the cramped alleyway as furious obscenities echoed through the passage. Armed to the teeth and out for blood, reinforcements for the Cobalt Sons had arrived at last. Leading this angry mob was Nath, the graffiti artist drenched in perspiration. "Benji!" he pleadingly shouted for his friend again, breath ragged. Oh god... Oh god, oh god, oh god. Was that his... his body down on the floor? Tears stung the young man's eyes and he felt his entire body shake. "BENJI, NO!" This wasn't happening! This couldn't be happening! Benji didn't deserve this... Oh god, he didn't deserve this. Shock transitioned into fury, and Nath sharply glared at the two sick fucks standing over his friend's body. Was it them? Was it them who had done this? Teeth harshly grit against each other as Nath lost himself to his explosive rage, his voice piercing.

    "KILL THEM! WASTE THE SONS OF BITCHES AND SHOW THIS GODDAMN CITY THAT YOU DON'T MESS WITH THE FUCKING COBALT SONS! GO, GO, GO!"

    Regarding dogs... wrote:They don't act very different from your thug friendsss from the alley either.

    The killing command had been spoken.

    RAT-A-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT!
    BANG BANG BANG!


    All hell broke loose as the entire alley lit up with gun muzzles flashing and bullets whizzing past. Little did they know that their targets were unable to feel physical agony, but that hardly mattered. It hardly mattered, for the gang simply needed to destroy - to avenge their fallen brother and show the world that they were not to be trifled with. The gang was determined to waste everything they had on these rotten motherfuckers and they would not stop, could not stop, until their bloodlust had been appeased. And as for Nath, the young man remaining near the back? Never once did Nath break eye contact with his friend's killers, never once did he forget their hideous faces.

    "Kill them," he quietly snarled.



    The Cobalt Sons

    HP: 1000/1000
    DP: 500/500
    AP: 500/500

    Passive: Strength in Numbers - cannot miss!

    Target: The Dark Judges
    Action: opening fire with bullets flying!

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