Karma Lives!!! He Lives!!! (I need at least one Hero here. Join at will)

It already was an eerie night for the town of New Orleans. Storms had appeared from nowhere and were heavily pounding the costal area. It was nothing compared to Katrina, ofcourse, but it was still quite windy. A streak of lightning bolted through the sky, lighting up the dark cloud for a flash second. Heavy rain poured down on the ground, soaking all of the groundfags below who dared to leave the house. The house. Oh, the house....

A cop car rolled into the street and stopped for the designated house. The lights were on. All of them, they shined as if it was Halloween, casting quite an eerie glow into the dark street, illuminating the dark houses across the street. The neighbours had called. They had heared screams nextdoors. Probably just another case of domestic violence. Father had pretty loose hands, it was widely known. He totally ruined his children, the people in the street whispered, their dark faces illuminated by the glow and wet by the rain. The children. The children dressed in black, listened yo that awefully loud music. There were even rumours they worshipped Satan. No one knew if it was true. They were just rumours...or at least the people thought.

The cops got out of their automobile, hurried themselfs to the front door through the pouring rain. First cop rang the bell..... nothing....
He rang it again.... footsteps sounded in the hall, audable enough for the cops to hear. Someone was inside for sure. "I don't like this at all, Frank...Got a spooky feeling" The second cop said as he rang the doorbell. Inside, a glass shattered and a terrifying hollow howl pierced the air...deathly....cold. The cops reached for their guns, looked at each other, Frank kicked in the door.

"FREEZE, YOU SORRY MOTHERFUCKkk......" Franks words died out in fear and astonishment. A long haired humanoid creature, clad in only a pair of joggers pants, turned around slowly on the stairs, revealing a bloodstained chest and beard. His hands were dripping with fresh blood, probably still warm. It's bloodshot eyes stared down on the two for a second or two. It seemed like eternity. Then his mouth opened, showing sharp, bloodstained teeth, like a piranha or so, and he spoke in a slow, heavy, rasping voice: "...I can hear your hearts pound..."

The cops looked at eachother, at the creature standing there covered in blood. The second cop took the word, gun still in hand: "Sir, are you okay? What happened here?" The bearded creature looked at the ceiling, tears appeared to be flowing from his eyes. He raised his arms in agony and said: "I killed...I killed them...I killed them all...." "Who did you kill?" The man looked at the cop, paused for a second. "Everyone...They were all rotten...All rotten...even the children....even the...even them...." The cop wanted to opened his mouth, but the man, or whatever it was, continued; "I....I can't stop it....The thrist, it sticks with me....I keep on craving....Their blood....their souls....I need it....I Need It...."

Meanwhile, a group of residents had gathered under umbrellas outside on the street. Suddenly, gunshots rang through the hall, followed by an unearthly scream. Frank, the fat bastard, came running out of the house, seemingly fleeing for his life. The bearded man appeared in the doorportal, fresh blood streaming from his mouth. The ran towards the edge of the porched, leaped a full 2 yards high, 10 yards far, tackling the petrified officer from the sky. He planted his teeth in the cop's fat neck, biting out a large chunk, sucking out the blood.
When the officer finally stopped moving, the creature rose and looked around. He looked desperate, tired, broken. The heavy rain washed away some on the blood, turning the ground beneath him into a black puddle. He moved his hands through his long, wet hair and just stared at the crowd. And the crowd looked back, stunned with fear.

"I don't recall you eating people last time we met mate." Slamfist walked down the street slowly, a small portal sealing itself up behind him. This was of course Slamfist's city, his adopted home. Hell his own mansion was a mere mile from the very location they stood. "Then of course last time we met was under different circumstances. Saving the world together and all." Slamfist's wore his newest incarnation of Bionic Arm Enhancments, they were more proportional to each othe at least, less unwieldy with the way they weighed on his arms more evenly. Still they were massive and gave off the impression of an ape more than a man. Standing at 7'5" and having a quarter ton of muscle and bone made him more than just intimidating, it made him a threat to any villain that happened upon New Orleans. "Whadaya say we take you to a nice holding pen. Let you stay ther for awhile, think about what you've done."

Karma swirled around, facing Slamfist now. A friendly face. Finally. Karma streched his arms out to Slamfist, looked at him with a grimace of helplessness, which looked surprisingly sincere. Karma wasn't really someone to look helpless, was he? "Slamfist! You gotta help me, man." He howled in apparent agony, "I can't control it...It...it makes me do this..." Karma twitched in a strange way for no apparent reason. He violently rubbed his eyes, fell down on his knees. He moved his head around as if he were seeing things. The blood streamed out of his beard and off his hands, dying the grey joggers in a nice shade of crimson red. His attention flashed back to the hulking hero before him. "HELP ME!"

"How do you suppose I do that mate?" Slam sounded sincere and confused at the same time. This definately wasn't what he was expecting when he heard 'cannibal' over the crime monitor. He approached the decreaingly blood soaked man with cautious skepticism, wishing to help someone who had fended off armaggedon but unsure of his motives. "Tell me how I help you and I'll do it."

((Like I wrote in my app, every post I will roll a dice, and on a 6, Karma's having a flashback or hallucination... I just rolled a 6. Party Time!))

Sudddenly, at least in Karma's mind, everything changed. He heard a loud roar behind him, swung himself around to face the incoming threat, fists raised. There, he no longer faced a crowd of petrified bystanders. Instead, an army of long-faced demon-spawn stared at him from accross the street. Their faces flashed in the shimmering light of the house annex crime scene, which apparently now was bathing in hellfire, their wicked eyes burning in Karma's flesh, a sensation alike the sting of a thousand needles. "I...I...Kill....Kill the demons, Slam! Kill em all They're coming for me!!" He screamed, pointing at the fearful mob of locals. "They're coming for me!"