An Ending to Things...Finally

Subject: An Ending to Things...Finally Tue Apr 10, 2012 8:27 pm

Close to midnight in Steel City, a moonlit skyline ever so pretty, the hardworking folks of Steel lay down their head, whilst the grime of the city shows it face instead.

All random rhyming aside, the scene would be situated at PowerTech Towers, outside the building, situated the almighty Warren Powers, stood ever so vigilant, watching out into the street, his own security keeping guard, both inside and outside, mainly to keep the annoyance which is the Spider Society, at bay. Two beams of light began to appear in the distance, travelling across the building opposite as a van turned onto the street, driving down until it pulled up outside PowerTech towers, the side door of the van flung open as out stepped Viktor Sokolov, dressed in a smart white suit, a red tie tucked in the jacket, a murky grin on his face as he looked up the steps to Warren Powers, he slowly ascended the stairs, meeting Powers face to face, a brief silence was shared until a laugh between the two arose, Powers hand extending out as Sokolov shook with respect.

Viktor Sokolov
Mr Powers, it’s finally err...good, to meet you in person.

Warren Powers
The feelings are mutual, come, let’s go inside, we have a lot of things that need to be discussed.

Viktor said, behind him, to rather lovely looking ladies arose from the van, both in red dresses, they would clutch around the fairly large biceps of Sokolov. Powers stared at the two, both smiling and inviting them inside, the ladies walked past Warren, who followed behind them, Viktor turned for a moment, motioning his hand in circular motion, as the van began to set off once again, this time heading to the back of the building to be parked inside. As it went around the corner, Viktor headed on inside.

The van was now at the back of the building where two of PowerTech security opened the shutter door to allow the van to roll inside, it stopped a fair distance into the loading bay of the building, as the engine turned off, Nikoli would be the one to step out of the driver’s seat, members of The Project, exited out of the back of the van, both groups greeted each other like old friends, or just the same intentions on Steel City to be allies. As the last Project member exited the van, Nikoli’s hand extended towards inside the van, before pulling it to his chest, as he used pulled 4 people out of the back of the van, bounded and gagged together like prisoners, all with similar wear of red and blue, strikingly obvious from the beatdown they look like they took, it was a group of people who are involved with the Spider Society. The good guys, all which brought more of a smile to Nikoli’s face, he brought them out of the van, moving them through the air before dropping them on the floor, two men and two women. Nikoli began to circle the group, all who had their heads dipped to the floor, whether they were still feeling the wounds they were given, or didn’t want to look to the Sokolov was anybody’s guess. Nikoli’s stalk around the group picked up pace, and he usually began to turn and walk the other way, like a madmen with prey. Nikoli looked up to the two forces infront of him with a smile.

Nikoli Sokolov
Gentlemen...here we have...four superhero-...imbeciles all who claim the right to ‘fight against crime’ to be the ‘saviours’ of Steel City...here...we have our entertainment.

With that said, he used his telekinesis to snatch a bottle out of a Project members hand, before smashing it on a nearby crate, the beer coating some men but mostly the floor, as he had the intact base floating in midair, he looked around to the men, some of who watched, whilst others were busy trading some firearms between the two rather newly formed allies.

Nikoli Sokolov
Bets that I can hit cue ball over there with my eyes closed.

A spout of laughter arose from the men, some of whom cheering as Nikoli placed a hand over his eyes, flicking his right hand down, as the base of the bottle spun threw the air as it shattered into pieces upon connecting with the bald man’s head. Getting a row of cheers from his ‘audience’, Nikoli bowed mockingly as he continued.

TBC: JaK

Quote :: OT: Sorry for the inactivity for the past few months, since College I haven’t been all to up to RPing. I’ve spoken with JaK who’s gratefully allowing me to finish this story with SpiderGirl. Apologies if the RP looks a little rusty.

Subject: Re: An Ending to Things...Finally Sat May 19, 2012 1:34 pm

The abuse on the Spider Society members continued, until eventually the cogs began turning and Nikoli lifted a pen, as it moved through the air, aiming at the eye of on of the members, as they tilted their head down though that didn’t stop Nikoli, as he simply titled the pen at a lower angle, a grin on his face as he did, but before he could, a noise distracted him, and not like any other noise, this was a most confusing sound, like when you hear a cooling fan turn on when you boot up a computer, except getting louder, and louder. The Sokolov brother turned his head, staring behind him where the sound originated from. But before he could take a step further, an almighty boom vibrated the room. Nikoli was sent to the floor as a shockwave burst out of the crate the men were carrying from out of the van, this crate, exceptionally larger than most, broke into pieces when the machine inside it made the shockwave, as it clunked to the floor, the machine was not that recognisable, custom built, the scorch markings of a blowtorch, the corner flaps of the metal covering which weren’t bolted into place, whilst it’s shell was not of great quality, the device inside seemed to be made with great quality, through a thick plastic front cover, also welded shut, was two coils, situated at the top and bottom of the machine, had a blue beam of energy slowly fading from them, as if the noise heard was when the two coils could generate the beam, as it’s glow faded, the two spinning rotators underneath the coils began to slow down, before eventually coming to a halt. The men carefully walked up to the machine, kicking its side to try and get anything else out of it, but that seemed to be all it did. And once only, as by looking inside, the equipment used to generate the pulse had been fried and melted, along with alot of the men’s phones, which wouldn’t turn on, or the lights, making the place much darker than it was before.

Nikoli was helped up, but he was weary, very weary, like he took a baseball bat to the head, he looked at the machine. An eyebrow slightly raised on his face as he gasped for air.

Nikoli Sokolov
Wh-...what was tha-

Mike || The Mouth || Stokes
An Electromagnetic Pulse

Immediately guns aimed up to the figure stood by the loading bay from which the vans entered. Mike Stokes stood, leaning on the side of the van, flicking the lid of his lighter open and closed. He finally threw his lighter in the air, clasping it in his palm and pocketing it.

Mike || The Mouth || Stokes
A device used usually in terrorist situations, knock out the lights, fry anything with wiring to it, but in this case, it’s the only scenario of you not being able throw me around like a ragdoll.

Nikoli first was in denial, he didn’t want to try and prove anything, but the mere few moments of frustration made the Sokolov throw his palm outwards, trying to send Mike back, to no avail, almost as if a battery had run all out of juice. He looked at his hand, before pulling it back and trying again, not even in the slightest, his powers, like the electricity had been nulled, for the first time in quite a while; a thought of panic came into Nikoli’s mind, as he brought his hand back to his side.

Mike || The Mouth || Stokes
Now, what do you say we settle this like non-super powered, just plain old natural human beings.

Mike said, stepping forward, Nikoli looked up to Stokes, as Stokes grinned, Nikoli produced a smile of his own.

Nikoli Sokolov
Why ofcourse...kill him.

Said Nikoli emotionlessly, Mike stopped in his step, his eyes widened before diving to his left as bullets strew forth, taking cover behind the crates the men unloaded, the wood was no match for the bullets, which tore most the crates up in second, whilst also breaking firearms inside, the white powder of drugs rising into the air from such force, it didn’t take long till the men ran out on their clips, spraying the bullets across the room like that.

Silence for just a moment, and then Mike sprang back up, wielding his dual 10mm pistols, and had no hesitation in returning fire, his first targets where the men on his level, as they tried to reload or get to cover, Mike quickly dispatched 4, before aiming up into upper levels, firing at 3 men taking cover behind work surfaces up there, after many a bullet he scored a headshot on the first man. Mike made quick in his step, sprinting forth before falling to his knees, sliding along the floor, he picked up two semi automatics the men were carrying, taking cover behind the nearest wall. Stokes checked for any clips to the guns, but there were none, a frustrated grunt as he threw them to his side, the men had reloaded, and the corner of the wall was quickly chipped off, pieces of rubble hitting the side of Stokes, he covered as best he could. Peering out the corner for only a moment, he caught glimpse of Nikoli retreating to the stairs that will likely lead to his brother, who unlike him, was not affected by the EMP, and will likely want to rip Stokes’ head from his shoulders if he manages to get down here, Mike needed to beat Victor to the punch, and get up there, Mike popped his head out of cover several times, each time catching glimpse of where an enemy was firing from. Mike then readied his 10mm’s again, reloading both clips, he fired two shots, instantly causing the security forces to go back into cover, as Mike burst out from the covering wall, heading the last enemy on ground level, Mike leapt through the air, positioning his feet together infront of him and dropkicking a container on the shelf he was hiding behind as it ran along the shelf and straight into the guard, crushing him between it and the floor. As Stokes dropped to the floor, his pistols aimed up high, as soon as the guards got to the railing of the upper level, he gunned down both men, who both fell back as they each took the bullets to the middle of the chest. Once again the loading bay was quiet, but for the right reason this time.

Mike picked himself up, holding his back from the landing he took. He stretched out, a loud and satisfying crack made it feel better than how it was. Stokes first headed over to the members of the Spider Society, cutting them loose of their bonds, the members all flee'd, no thank you? Well...that's rude. None the less, Mike headed onwards and upwards.

The anti tension building music of the elevator, Mike waited at the back of the elevator, leaning on the guard rail, slipping into a daydream, as he stared off into space. Looking at the floor number he was on, he pushed himself off the rail, beginning to press the roof panels of the elevator.

The elevator came to an unexpected halt, he had not arrived at the floor he wanted, and as the doors opened, gun fire impacted the inside of the elevator, flashes everywhere in sight, inside the elevator where it pinged from the metallic surfaces, to outside the surface where the bullets where being emptied from the four henchmen with guns. One by one, gun fire ceased on the elevator, the inside was empty, as two henchmen went in to investigate. Once inside, it didn’t take long for them to look up, and as they did, Mike dropped down from the outer of the elevator, clubbing both men down with both his forearms, after the blow to the two, Stokes drew his handguns once more to fire down the other two men infront of him. As they staggered to the floor, their guns dropping to the floor.

Mike stepped out of the elevator, there was no way he getting further up, as he turned, he began to head down the hallway infront of him, his shoes made no sound as they fell into the velvet red carpet running down the middle of the hallway, this part of the building must have been the start of Power’s quarters, and were there’s Power’s, there’s Victor.

Mike searched onward, an unusual quietness about this floor, eerie, Stokes just wanted out, and he got it, as he found the door leading to the stairs, a smile appeared back on his face, Mike pushed open the door, leaning over the railing he caught sight of how far the elevator had took him, a long way down...Mike then looked up, his hopes were raised slightly, as he hadn’t far to go to get to the floor he wanted. Walking up the stairs, it wouldn’t take long before the silence was broken, as Mike was hit with the sudden pain of a bullet in the left thigh, Stokes stumbled and rolled back down the stairs, landing on his stomach, and cry of pain as one of his former lackies had a gun pointed to Stokes, a grin appeared on his face as he quickly made hast down the stairs.

Lackie || The Unfortunate Extra
HA! Wait till Mr Sokolov gets a load of yo-

The lackie was cut short with a right hand from Stokes as he was picking him up, the lackies stumbled to his right, lifting his gun, Stokes tackled the lackies against the railing, extending his right arm out, he managed to get hold of the gun, and fired all of the clips from it into the wall, Stokes then kneed the Lackie with his good leg, before grabbing the legs of the Lackie, lifting him up and over the railing to face the long fall down, more voices could be heard as Stokes fell back, his back hitting the wall on the stairwell, Mike pulled out just one of his handgun’s, before making his way upstairs.

More men were running down the stairs, as Mike aimed and managed to catch the man in the middle with a shot to the head, the third man at the back stopped in his tracks, crouching and firing at Stokes, Mike evaded the shots, though they weren’t that well aimed in the first place, as they all embedded into the wall. Getting to the next set of stairs, the man infront ran at Mike, but cowered in fear when Mike brought his fist up, but Stokes faked the punch, and instead took the moment to grab the man by his shirt and throw him over the railing, hearing the clanks and clunks of the railings the man’s body met on the way down, the last man reloaded his handgun, but before he could aim, received a shot where no man would want to be shot, he cried for mercy as Stokes limped passed, the generosity of Stokes lead him to putting a bullet in the man’s head as he passed by.

Mike had reached it, the floor Nikoli’s elevator stopped at, as Stokes leaned back on the wall again, a deep sigh as he held his hand over the bullet wound on his thigh. Mike looked down as he checked the ammo in his 10mm. Enough. Stokes pushed through the door, but was struck again with pain, but this was a much louder sound, as Mike was sent staggering back, as he fell to the floor. Victor lifted up his sawed off shotgun, leaning on his shoulder with a grunt. Stood by his left, was his brother Nikoli, grinning like a hyena, and by his right, the man who owns this fine establishment. Warren Powers.

Victor Sokolov
Note Mister Powers, if you want something done properly, you got to do it yourself.

Warren chuckled lightly, neatening up his suit as he did before looking to Victor.

Warren Powers
Story of my life...now, I regret to depart on such short notice, but once you’re done with him, I think you can manage to scrape up some form of my security to clean the mess up.

Powers said, he then casually walked past Stokes, who was on the floor, still breathing but for how long? The spread of bullets from the shotgun impacted in Mike’s right shoulder and part of his chest, his legs began to lift in the air, as Nikoli, having regained some strength of his power, dragged Stokes’ body across the floor, a blood stain marking where he being dragged until he was at the feet of the Sokolov’s, Nikoli then brought up Stokes by his head, dangling from the floor, for Victor to grab ahold of him by the neck, Victor’s foul breath was wrench worthy. As a laugh escaped from his mouth, which sounded very weird due his Russian accent, as he examined the face of Stokes.

Victor Sokolov
Bravery is something to be admired where I come from Mister Stokes. But, then again, there’s a fine line between bravery and stupidity, going up against the grime of a foul city, the grime that you were once part of-no...are still part of, a leopard never changes its spots. But going up against an army, some of them once your own men, that is bravery. Then comes the stupidity about it, and the stupidity is, you thought your plan was going to work, no one...no one, beats me.

Mike, though struggling to catch his breath due to the gorilla like grip around his neck, managed to speak.

Mike || The Mouth || Stokes
I-I never planned...on beating you...I’m going to kill you...

Mike managed to say, then, with every bit of strength he had left in his body, he swooped his right leg to the side, not to kick, but instead to fire his 10mm, the bullets pierced through the holster, and entered into Nikoli’s chest. Victor’s eyes widened, as he threw Stokes away, crouching down to his brother, who gasped for air, looking to the ceiling, Victor leaned Nikoli up, as he looked at his brother, for once in quite a while, a look of panic. Nikoli peered over to his brother, but he said nothing as his body lied still.

Victor, stared at his brother for a few more moments, he laid his brother’s body down, standing up, he glanced to Mike, who was stood, leaning to is right, as his weight needed to be o that side, otherwise his left leg would give way, the Sokolov let out a beast like roar, which echoed in the room as he charged up to Mike, Stokes lifted his 10mm, but in his weak state, was too slow as Victor grabbed the handgun, his strength breaking it in two, Stokes let out a displeased low toned moan as he looked at his broken pistol, before jabbing the jagged edge into Victor’s stomach, Victor let out a shriek, before knocking Stokes back with a swipe of his forearm. Stokes landed on his back, as he quickly moved his upper body to avoid Victor’s fist, which crushed into the ground, Victor repeatedly through punches, all being dodged by Mike. Victor soon stopped his useless tactics, grabbing Stokes by the jacket, he pulled him up into the air, going to throw him, but Mike latched around the right arm of Victor, Victor shook his arm viciously trying to shake Mike off, to no avail, as Stokes managed to get his feet connected with the ground, Stokes brought his right leg back, swooping it around and into the left knee of Victor, bending Victor’s leg the wrong way as he cried in pain, Victor’s arm was released, as he stumbled and fell to the floor, kneeling infront of the window, looking out to Steel City.

Victor Sokolov
No one...beats me...

Victor said, a bewildered look about him, Stokes dragged his leg behind him, hopping to Victor. He brought out the remaining 10mm, aiming it towards. But, before he could fire, Victor stepped back up, sweeping around to face Mike, he pulled something from his waist, not a gun, or a blade, but instead, a row of pins, all connected by a single thread.

Victor Sokolov
NOBODY!

Mike grunted, in one last effort, Mike riddled the chest of Victor with bullets, sending him closer to the window, before throwing his foot into the stomach of Victor, shattering the glass, Sokolov fell through.

As a helicopter once atop the building was heading off to another one of Power’s dirty meetings with gangs, Warren Powers caught glimpse of one of the windows on the upper floors shattering. He watched as the ant sized figure free fall until an explosion shattered the windows nearby it. Warren didn’t know what to make of it, staring at the impact it made.

Meanwhile, Stokes laid on the ground, his left arm and right leg being the only limbs useful to drag himself to a nearby wall, as he propped himself up, his hand went into his pocket, pulling out a lighter and cigarette. But couldn’t gather anymore strength to light one up, they fell out of his hand as he slowed breathed away his fading breathes. As his eyes began to close, a figure climbed through the window, followed by another, and another, each heading towards Stokes, finally one more figure who stood infront of Mike, he said nothing, and Stokes closed his eyes. Hearing the whisper of a feminine voice over his ear with just one word...

‘Rest’

Quote :: OT If JaK is reading, then I apologize for ending this abruptly as I have, the main reason why is because I don't whether you're staying or going, referring to what I read in your Leave of Absense topic. If you aren't, then I like I said, my apologies.

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