Trouble at the Mall

Zack wandered through the mall, dressed as he always was. He wore ragged jeans and combat boots, along with an open brown leather jacket over a plain white tee shirt which was stained with dirt and had several bloody holes in it. A Famas was slung across his back, hanging without any visible means of support. Currently hidden beneath his jacket was a combat knife and a Glock, both hanging without any support like his rifle. Zack's grin was strained as he gritted his teeth. Some civie was screaming at him again. He really wanted to shoot her, just to get her to shut up, and his finger twitched as he reached for the Glock attached to the back of his belt. Then he stopped, letting out a frustrated sigh. He was here to get stuff to refurbish his room, not butcher random people. Ever since he had joined the Titans, he had been required to restrain himself. As a Titan he couldn't shoot anyone anymore. Not unless he had permission from either his leader or her second in command. And as he recalled, both had given him specific instructions not to kill, shoot, or otherwise maim anyone. So, he bit down on his lip and kept walking, ignoring the irritating woman and her screams.

Joshua was sitting at a bench, his armor left at the tower and his chainsaw blade replaced with an energized axe. He had went to the mall to find something to do as he waited for a signal from the titan's tower that was meant for the Imperium. He was stuck here, none of his brothers, his father, his legion, or the imperium new where he was. He sighed depressingly but then heard a woman yelling for some reason. He stood up and looked towards the woman.

He then saw Zack. "You!" He pointed running to him and taking his axe out. He grabbed him and slammed him against a wall, his axe pressed at Zack's throat. "Your the guy who killed those people! And dared to fight against me." He lifted Zack up and said. "I'm taking you in."

As the Primarch shoved Zack, it was obvious he was different. Beneath his flesh, there was something far harder than muscle or bone, and it took far more strength to move him than it should have, as if he weighed a tremendous amount. Zack's perpetual grin widened. "Naughty, naughty. Attacking a Titan. And in broad daylight. Shame, shame buddy." Zack waggled a finger at the Primarch as if reprimanding a child. "I may have to take you in for that."

Zack was growing tired of dealing with the Primarch. If it came down to it, Zack would fight. And Zack sincerely hoped it would. He allowed his combat knife to fall from his belt, and kicked it away. Focusing his willpower on his armor, he magnetically manipulated the knife, causing it to float behind the Primarch. The blade shuddered as magnetic forces pushed and pulled it at the same time. If Zack was killed or had his concentration broken any other way, the Primarch would have a fifty fifty chance of the blade launching into the crowds of civilians or flying into the back of his head. Zack's grin became sinister. "So, buddy, are you a gambling man?"

"You are a weakling." Joshua remarked, letting him go. He grabbed the knife by the blade and began to squeze down, bending it intell it became a tooth pick. The blade didn't even cut his hand. "You say you are a Titan, but you are too pathetic and weak to be one." He dropped the knife, showing his hand uncut, revealing that his skin was tougher then any normal Astartes. "Go back to massacring drunks and druggies." The Primarch said calmly. He turned around and looked up at Cheshire, not realy expecting someone to be on the roof. "Interesting." He mumbled to himself as he sheathed his large axe on his back, the electricity shutting down.

Mal'Zahar only recently arrived on Earth. Things were very different then they were described before he and the Princess departed. So many puny humans crowded specific places on earth they called cities. Some made an exception, but this was very strange to his eyes. Back on his homeplanet his species never lived this close to one another, they preferred to be apart unless they needed to be together. Another thing that made him from was the materialistic view these human possessed. They traded something they called.. Money.. or Dollars for everything they needed. Strange.. but if they were to accomplish something then they had to get some of this money. Preferrably a lot money. This planet's greed could work against itself and they would be off this planet in no time. First they needed food, the limited supplies they were provided with already started to run out thanks to the life the Princess is used too.

Amongst the crowd making their way through stood Chameleon, still in his new human form. Before him were two people, a rather large bloke holding a huge axe shaped weapon and a fellow who seemed to use some sort of telekinesis to make his knife move out of sight. Chameleon noticed the resemblance of the bladed weapon as one they used back home, but was unfamilliar with the equipment of the other guy. He just stood still in the middle of the crowd, whom didn't seem to mind the clear dispute before them. Chameleon foresaw a problem however. He wanted food, and the so called 'Slurpies' were sold right across the hallway were the two guys were nagging each other. These slurpies resembled something they had back home, maybe this place wasn't that bad when it came to food.

For a minute or two, he just stood there, blankly watching the two guys from a distance before thinking he needed a disguise before going into action. These 'Superheroes' were mentioned in his briefing, and he didn't want them to know him just yet.

Zack failed to notice the newcomer. Or the girl on the roof. He stared at his ruined knife, and a single tear ran down his eye. His grin remained, though it was visibly strained. "You... You killed her. You killed her..." Zack's eye twitched. "You want me to murder people?" His grin was sinister, and his eyes became manic. "I'll show you murder, hypocrite." He drew his Famas and his Glock, one in each hand, holding the Glock with his arm fully extended and bracing the Famas against his arm. He had next to no accuracy this way, but he wasn't trying to be accurate. He opened fire on the crowd with both weapons, simultaneously shoving anything magnetic away with an impressive amount of force, causing the bullets to fly faster and farther than they otherwise would have. Zack's weapons trembled in his hands as he struggled to hold onto them. "You want murder, hypocrite? Drink your fill!"

Joshua didn't have time to unsheath his weapon. Instead he dove in the line of fire, some piercing through his skin but not hitting his organs. He made sure that no human was harmed, that was why he was close to the fire, taking the bullets on. It felt like tiny bee stings but he ignored the stings. He looked up, seeing the tiny, cat masked girl falling down towards Zack. "That wasn't even a knife." Joshua taunted, trying to distract Zack from the falling cat girl. "That was just a bloody tooth pick."

"She was far better than you, hypocrite." Zack ejected his empty clips, his magnetic ability launching them with the same velocity as the bullets, and fresh clips launched out of his jacket. He briefly reversed his polarity, catching the magazines with the appropriate weapons. He dove around the Primarch, continuing to attack the civilians. "What's the matter, hypocrite? Can't stomach your own orders?" He resumed his magnetic push, Grinning manically through his pain.

The dispute escalated into a fight. The knife guy snapped, pulled out guns and randomly started shooting around. Typical human behavior, precisely why he hated the species. Mal'Zahar noticed another person falling down towards the scene. She wore a strange mask as if she didn't want anyone to see her face. Somehow he could relate to that, he didn't get the title of Many Faces for nothing. She dropped down, covered the maniac's eyes and tried to stop the massacre from happening. Interesting.... Now was his chance.

Disguise.. disguise... There! A man in mid 30's. He didn't resemble him in any way and and resembled a lot of people around this time of day. With that disguise he would be hard to pick out of a crowd and would probably make it to the other side. Now only if they didn't notice him just yet, or else the fun had to start early. Chameleon calmly walked towards the guy, trying not to stare at him much. He intentionally bumped into the man, almost making him fall over.

"I'm sorry, I didn't see you coming."

The man was clearly angry, but silently walked on whilst trying to ignore him. With a large grin on his face he gazed upon the man's back and he started to shift incredibly fast. Humans wouldn't believe their eyes and most wouldn't be paying attention. Steadily he began marching towards the stand in his new form, now focussing his gaze upon the group of heroes again.

Joshua looked back to see if the citizens were alright. But what he didn't expect was for one of the humans to shfit into another. He quickly turned back his attention to Zack, going over to the weapons. He grabbed them as they fell out of his hands form the masked girl kicking and crushed them with his fist. This way he didn't harm anyone else. He stood up and looked down at himself, checking for any mortal wounds. Just a few bullet holes and some bleeding, he thought. When realy his chest was covered with his blood and the bullets were many on him. He didn't feel any pain.