by Grimm, The Eurostar and GoozX
Grimm sat on the edge of a boulder in the rock quarry, staring out over the abandoned place. He looked at nothing in particular, just stared out over the area. He slid down off the top of the rock and walked over to the nearest boulder. Shrugging off his leather jacket, he pulled back his left arm and made a fist. He took aim, measuring his right arm, and... did nothing.
"Ah, crap. It's just not the same." He picked up his jacket and began walking back to the apartment complex.
Sam Dawson walked down the streets drunk, hurt, frustrated, embarrassed, and more than a little confused. He walked aimlessly, little noticing or caring where he went. He walked right up into Michelle Campbell before even noticing her.
"Sam!"
"Uh, hey, what's going on?"
"Sam, I've been looking for you all day! It's Clark. He's been missing since the party."
"Is that ALL you want me for? To find your new boyfriend? My old pal, Clark, is probably lost on another bender. I swear, he--"
"Sam! What is wrong with you? Your breath smells like alcohol. You never used to drink."
"There's lotsa things I never used to do. I never used to think my best friend and my girlfriend would cheat on me, either."
"Hey, you left me without a word, remember, asshole? Two freakin' years I cried over you, and then you just come back into my life without so much as an apology!"
Sam's face suddenly morphed into Michelle's. "Oh, Clark, I don't know what I would do without you," Sam said, miming a hideous parody of Michelle's voice.
Without warning, Michelle slapped Sam hard across the face, shocking him out of his morphed state. "That was really rude and disgusting. Don't ever speak to me again." Michelle stormed off down the street.
Sam leaned over against the wall of a nearby building, holding his face. Rain slowly began to trickle down on him. "Oh, great. That's ALL I need right now..."
"Takes more than combat gear to make a man,
Takes more than license for a gun.
Confront your enemies, avoid them when you can.
A gentleman will walk but never run."
Edulcore Cicciotto thought it was funny how the lyrics from a song could resurface in his mind even when it had been over fifteen years that he last heard it. He slid out of the bin, dusting away rotten pieces of garbage from his clothes.
Turner was on his legs, amazingly able to stand with a bullet in the leg. His eyes were looking around in search of the bastard, who had left quickly the place.
"It's all yours," Ed whispered.
Millions of volts of electricity erupted from Turner's eyes, flowing freely into the air, parting the thick clouds above and evaporating the rain miles above the very ground.
Danny Hearn froze as M'xy looked on in silence, an expression much like a child watching fireworks in the United States on the fourth of July. Ed covered his now-sensitive eyes, his other hand firmly holding his aching crotch. It would be a pleasure to watch Dirk get his just desserts.
Turner's body lifted off the ground, his damaged leg no longer supporting his weight. "Ed, what floor does he live on?" Turner's voice was loud and almost godlike. Ed whispered the floor number, and Turner was gone in a puff of smoke and ash.
"What just happened?" Danny's voice cut through the silence, the rain once again pounding on the darkened streets. The sun was setting. The nightlife would soon begin. But first, Turner was going to take his revenge.
Dirk Bell finally made it into his room. He dropped his body to his bed and clutched his leg. The pain had fully returned when he used it as a weapon against Edulcore. But it was worth it; someone had to shut that guy up. And that other one. What a pussy shit! he thought.
Taking off his coat and throwing it onto a chair, something didn't seem right. Turning around, all three glass windows shattered in his direction, and with catlike speed, Dirk dropped his body to the ground, taking the mattress over as a shield. Fucker.
Peeking his head around the corner of the mattress, smoke blocked the spaces between the windows. He had no view of his attacker, but he knew it was one of the two fuckers out for more. Damn metas.
Sliding to his dresser, Dirk pulled two Colt .45s from the bottom. He needed the big guns for this. Sliding his body behind the dresser, he looked over again.
Things were silent, a little too silent.
Before he could calm his breathing, the whole far wall of his apartment, his floor, was ripped off whole and floated in mid air, each brick still in place.
Shit. Dirk jumped for the door, his bad leg in its cast hitting the ground hard, cracking, breaking. Holding back the pain, he pulled his body into the hallway as the stone wall flew across the room, crushing everything in its path before slamming against the room's divider. Dirk looked around. The hallway was empty.
Turner entered the collapsed apartment room, his body surging with energy. Smoke filled the air. Steam rose from his footsteps.
Dirk turned to the doorway and let shots fly. Turner smiled as the bullets were turned to ash feet from his head. Turner shot a ball of electricity toward Dirk, who quickly hit the ground, rubble collapsing over half his body. Quickly shaking his body free, his chest was met with a powerful blast from Turner. His shirt singed off as he hit the hard stone wall behind him. Shaking off the pain, Dirk reached into the back of his cast, pulling a flat blade from it.
Turner picked Dirk up with one hand, holding his back flat on the wall, electricity surging throughout the perfect human's body, pain filling every cell in his body. With a swift move, Dirk swung the blade into Turner's side, and blood flowed from the open wound. Dirk's elbow met Turner's jaw, cracking the bones in both men. Dirk swung the blade at Turner's head, but a streak shot from Turner's eyes melted the blade and badly burned the man's hand.
Dirk spun out of Turner's grip and hit the ground. After a brief daze, he smirked, and nodded his head to a spot behind Turner.
Turner turned around and was met with a ghostly stare from Grimm, and then the side of the newcomer's axe landed square on Turner's side, sending him through the stone wall.
"You're lucky, mate. Ed and Danny filled me in as I was returning." Grimm turned as Turner flew across the room, taking them both out of the apartment and spiraling to the ground.
Dirk got to his feet and spit up blood. "I was doing fine on my own, mate."
Grimm and Turner landed with a thud heard across the island. Getting to their feet, both men paused. Grimm's expression was cold and stern. Turner's was one of rage and vengeance.
"The name's Grimm."
"Turner."
Both men shook hands as Danny, Ed, and M'xy finally arrived. The sun had now fully set. Dirk looked on from above.
"I think it's time we had some fun," Grimm said, a crooked skeletal smile letting on that he had already made plans for the team this night.