Detroit Rock City Comes-ah-crumblin' down. (Signed Up)

      After all these years.... I've finally found you.

  Those were the only words he could hear within his own head. The excitement concealed beneath the sound of brutality. Venom filled thoughts filled his mind as he walked down the hallway. Despite his sheer ferocity his walk was still controlled, his posture tall and commanding respect. His cloak cracked the ground only occasionally, swaying in a graceful way. His boots made almost no noise, though the soldiers that followed him were none other than Absolute 0 and Ink. His primary allies in tow, he waltzed the entire area of his new base in Pittsburgh. The base was built upon his own accord, by his own means, by the hard work of himself and his allies. This was a place of Gravity Man. The human law had no power here. Rise had no authority here. The only rule was Gravity.

  He walked through the large metallic door after it fell through the floor, and now he walked over a catwalk of sorts, stretching the length of the room, though was higher up in the air by a good fifty feet. Beneath him he could hear several of his recruits talking, though when he entered the trainers all called out to Gravitas, standing at attention as he passed. The students immediately lowered their heads and got down upon a bended knee. He didn't acknowledge them. The taps eventually faded as they cleared the dark walk and arrived in the next room.

   This was his primary room. His center of command. It was here that he organized many things. It was here his decisions were made. It was here that the Gravitas Gang had made a name for itself. It was a lot higher tech now. The Gang had been successful, but they lived in sin; and their surroundings typically had made it clear that they had. Never before had he had the luxury of such technology. Never again would he need to hide in the sewers, or stay in the subway stations like a rat. He was free. Lucius was a good man, and it was that reason Gravitas would let him be. But this world needed a new rule. His rule. He reached out, hands settling upon a floating, glowing orb, silver circled around it's middle and small silver tips on the center of the z-axis. His hand naturally shattered and shocked out with a violet lighting. But once the hand was on the sphere...it was over. The sphere began to glow, power pulsing as the sphere lit up. The light flashed....

....and he woke up.

    Shooting up and taking a sharp, deep breath in, Gravitas couldn't help but shiver. His breath quivered for a moment as he tried to gather his bearings, his gyrosense mapping out the area for him again. With a snort he drew his knees to his chest, pivoting and relaxing, his feet going to the floor as his legs straightened. Now standing, Gravitas was forced to steady himself before lamely and lazily meandering across the room and looking for his suit. The same struggles as it always had been, being a blind man in a hopeless world. As he dressed himself he couldn't stop his mind for racing.

   What was that dream? Why had these thoughts crossed his mind? Lucius was an enemy in this dream. But what kind of enemy? Respect was there, however it was certainly strained. What happened there? That was problematic. It was a nightmare though. A fabrication of worry and doubt manifesting in his latest area of information. Nothing more.

So far...

  He didn't bother to put his hood up this time as he set out and exited his room. Here he was, back in a self-made home in an abandoned subway tunnel in the middle of Pittsburgh.

  "Once a rat, always a rat." He said as his hands came up and with a swift motion the hood was tossed over his face. A fire sat in a barrel not too far by his "hole in the wall" so graciously created by Absolute 0. While he could feel a chill, he knew his friend was not close at the moment, in fact quite the opposite. The pyrokinetic hot-head was nearby, playing with fire as always.

 "Yo boss. What's crack-a-lackin like the fire?" He asked causally as Gravitas finally oriented himself to the entire area.

 "The only cracking that's going on is the cracking I'm going to put in your skull if you keep talking like that." He said with a groggy voice, his head turned as he heard something in the distance. Inferno almost went to retort, but Gravitas held his hands up to silence him. Inferno stopped for a moment, and quite literally a minute later a pitch black Cadillac rolled up. Inferno scoffed and threw his arms out to the side.

 "Oh C'mon how did you hear that!?"
 "You know the saying that when you lose one of your senses that the others get stronger?"
 "Yeah."
"It's bullshit." He said as he trotted off. It was true, your senses didn't become any stronger because of the loss of another sense. You simply have to tune into those senses more, and then because you use them...they become more honed and tuned themselves. Regardless the car door opened as two figures stepped out.

"Oh joy. He lives. I was so afraid you wouldn't wake up." Samantha said in a tone just dripping with sarcasm. In fact Gravitas had half a mind to bottle it up and save some for later.

 "To the chase. What did we uncover from the document?"
 "We didn't uncover anything. You were in your little coma, and I got drunk with a woman that makes enough money to build a time machine, go back in time, and beat your head while you wear kitchen accessories. Needless to say, she's exponentially more interesting than you." Sam said as she handed a slip of paper to Gravitas and walked past him.

 "Is this a joke?"
 "Partially. Although it's mostly because I just flat out hate you." She said before clearing the air of hostility. "But while I was busy drinking with people who don't get beat up by Travis Masters, Gray was a loyal little puppy and got all the information you want."
"If Xerox has the information, why did you give me a paper?"
"Because I knew you'd try to focus and read it...and that's a xerox copy of Gray's ass."

 Immediately the paper implodedin his hands and Gravitas began to seeth. Gray backed up and gulped, given his lack of laughter it was quite apparent he had been pressured into it. Had he not just gotten potentially vital information...things might have been a bit more hurtful. Or more along the lines of broken bones and pools of blood. That is, of course, all hypothetical...for now.

  "This information had better be good for-We found it!" Gray yelped before Gravitas could finish his threat. Those words were the best words Gravitas had heard in a while. Truthfully he was overjoyed...and somehow...righteous rage kicked in.

  "Where?"
  "Detroit. A facility."

 It took a moment for it all to sink in. But all that needed to be said was a calm, very happy and serene word from an otherwise angry person.

 "Mobilize."

People had already begun to spring into action. That was good, considering the severity of the situation. Bliss had sent her half sister out to do a half-assed job and only be half the bitch that Bliss was. Of course only being half a bitch managed to get her the answers she was looking for. She had popped up and pressed into Xerox with her massive purple gauntlet, saying that she needed to know why they were evacuating people. Otherwise she would be forced to be...well forceful.

"Something really dangerous is going to happen and we don't want any casualties we can avoid." Xerox replied, giving an answer to the woman's question before he returned to helping people up onto the evacuation vehicles that would take them out of the city.

"You need to help us get people out of here or not be here. You have ten seconds to pick. I just used four of them." Ink said to the woman, her usual cold and unchanging face fixated on the person in the power suit.

"A-are you kidding, Ink? You're picking a fight?"
"Are you deaf? I said to keep moving."
"Stop picking fights"
"Stop being a pussy." She replied, her eyes never leaving the strange, purple gloved power-armored woman.

Bliss and Sara had their mission as they began to head on their way to downtown Detroit. Their intentions were unclear to the gang, however it was quite apparent that they did not intend on leaving the vicinity anytime soon. That could prove both beneficial and problematic. Their trek would be only slightly interrupted by the appearance of burning orange pieces of metal, things seeming to be welded together. Cars were melted into buildings and into one and other, metallic objects everywhere had been scavenged and melted down to form what appeared to be a barricade of sorts.

The "creature" proved to be no fool, though it honestly was not anticipating what had happened. In the beginning. The fact that Nicolas hadn't fled at the mere sight of him had aroused suspicion to say the least. The visor covering the creature's eyes began to blink and sputter out random pieces of information, including a big red beeping as the ground beneath him began to change. The creature pushed off the ground with both feet...alas it was not quick enough. One foot had fallen into liquid, making it's jump incredibly less effective than it ought to have been. The creature's left leg up to it's knee and it's right foot were caught in oil. A spark of energy began to turn the wheels of physics and friction did as it did.

A flame ignited and in what seemed to be an instant, the creature's leg and foot were on fire. The creature let out a cry, raspy and dry as air escaped it's throat. Titanium strings fired out and grappled the creature but it's eyes turned white and it began to savagely show off it's might as it easily shattered the constructs. With white eyes and a mouth of razor sharp needles, it glared.

"Personal? You rudimentary creatures." The creature snarled before it leapt into action. Surprisingly he didn't leap to Sean, nor to Nicholas. It's more at a distinct location. Was it a strategic advantage? The creature stomped it's burning foot down on a small pool of oil, the fire shot out right at the broken and mangled car. The car itself began to reform, the fire stopped just a second too soon. The creature scoffed before crossing it's arms. The fragmented elongated tear-drop metal formations began to circle, completely covering his leg and foot as they began to emit a soothing green light. Zell on the other hand was badly cut up, a fragment of metal had gone through his rib, fifth intercostal space. his face had dirt and cuts flurried about it, though his eyes were closed. He seemed to only have lost consciousness.

"This is troublesome. I can only offer you the assurance that you are not like the rest of the ilk that crawl on this planet. Though to be above that is no such achievement." It said, looking snidely over the two as if it were annoyed, or had to be put out of it's way in order to observe them.

"I-uh...I'm gonna let you two fight this out. I'm gonna actually do the right thing and help people. K-thanks-bye." Xerox said as he rolled his eyes turning around and assisting people with the evacuation. It was a little known fact that people who don't do the right thing were people who didn't think. Like that one guy who was roaring Antarctica. Seriously, didn't that guy think of the environmental hazards? Or the political hazards for that matter? Seriously, didn't Nightkill ever stop to think about politician's feelings? how does he think he made Al Gore feel once he realizes global warming was just some kid screaming on the other side of the world?

 "No-no-no. You can't just span languages. That's rude and improper. This won't do at all. Okay hold on. We need to fix this." Ink said, completely shaking her head. She quickly reached into her fashionable leather jacket and withdrew a pen before holding her hand out. "If I'm going to get my ass kicked it will be by an educated person. Now look here." She said as she began to write out the numbers from 7 to 10.

 "Seven. Then Eight. As if you ate something. But it's spelled differently, because English is overly complicated. After eight comes Nine. Like the German word "No." Nein. But instead of sounding like you're going to invade Poland you act like a German that took a chill pill or- better yet- a German whom decided to become a hippy." She hadn't forgotten about the fact that she was probably gonna throw down with this lady, but the bottom line was that there was NOTHING good about her not knowing how to count to ten.

"Ten is like Tō but try to be more lazy. ō turns to eeeeeh. Like a snoody teenager that pretends that they don't care before I punch them in the testicles. Finish the world off with a nnnnn. Like you're going to transition to another word. Just to finish it off."

     "Hey! Hey! The Jews have feelings too." A voice called form around the barricade. Inferno popped his head over with his eyes scanning down at Bliss and her companion. Inferno was entirely oblivious to whom these people were, but from the looks of them they were obviously the most cruel, heartless and vile people on the planet. His eyes narrowed as he gave a very quiet and soft growl as he murmured the forbidden words, bestowing these guests with their appropriate titles. "Tax collectors..."

  Popping up he sent down a fireball to smash the area by the barrier and glaring at the obvious tax collectors. "Speaking of Jews...and fire. How about some Jerky?" He offered. The offer was genuine, though he really didn't want to risk getting too close to them. But if he just threw the bag then he might not ever get it back. Tax collectors were vicious, selfish animals. He may never see the small bag again once he handed it over to them... Hopefully they'd not desire the succulent meaty goodness of squirrel jerky. "So what brings you two tax collectors down here?" He asked offhandedly, throwing the bag down should they have wanted some of his delicious hoard.

   Zell undid his seat belt and dropped to the ground, looking up at Christopher Lee and groaning in pain. Once he saw exactly who it was though, he remembered exactly who that was in this realm. Well let's face it, in any realm he was a badass, but in this one...he was a magic badass. Zell grunted as he moved his way out of the broken car, just as the fire caught to the oil and began shooting up towards the car.

  "Jolly Old Saint Nick." He said as he nodded and accepted any help the man had to give. Meanwhile, there was a certain Sean that was having problems of his own.

   The pale blue skinned creature leapt into action spinning an using it's armor as blades, slicing through a lot of opposition, though quickly revealing a stun baton that it used to try and jab Sean in the throat. The creature was heavily skilled almost as if it were trained to fight things almost infinitely faster than itself. Perhaps even stronger.