Chaos's Return to The City Where He First Appeared (PRIVATE - SOAPMAKER ONLY)

A group of robbers were getting away in a van after they successfully robbed one of the many banks in New York. All of a sudden, the van came to a stop before it was lifted in the air and slammed onto the street upside down. The part of the van facing upwards(which happened to be the lower half now), was peeled off to reveal a monstrous gray-with-red-splotches-skinned creature with a grotesque appearance. "Sorry fellas but I want what you took for myself. After all, you know what they say, what's mine is mine and what's yours is mine, including your lives" he cackled in a psychotic manner as he jumped into the van and turned his arms into blades, hacking the completely petrified robbers to bloody pieces. He grabbed the robber in the driver's seat and proceeded to disembowel him before he quickly snapped the man's neck once he had enough playing around. He grinned a toothy, terrifying ear-to-ear smile as he grabbed the bags of money with his tentacles and started dragging them out of the van and to wherever he made a base. He chuckled crazily to himself as he heard the citizens around him say things like 'Chaos has returned' or 'Chaos is back'. "Ah, the screams of terror and fear. It does the twisted, black and old heart of this Big Bad some good, which is the only good I like" he commented, cackling at his own 'witty' comment.

Suddenly, a very, very sexy voice rang through the street, delivering quite a contradictory message: "Hey, punk, give me back my fukken money!!!" There, on top of a bright red 1967 Cadillac stood a woman, black hair, black coat, black nails, black boots, arms akimbo. Everything black. Except her bright red lips. Which practically matched the car. Which was fucking amazing to see. Not that anyone payed any attention, since they were to confused by either the tentaclious freak carrying a shitload of money or the legs/rack/lips/ass of the lady on the car. And one guy by the car itself. He's an car freak, can you blame him?

Chaos stopped in his tracks and turned to face the woman. He tilted his head to the side as he stared at her with his ghoullish white eyes. Very slowly, a psychotic, sharp and serrated toothy smile slithered it's way onto his ugly and slimy face, green saliva dripping down his teeth as he started to chuckle insanely to himself. This hot piece of human ass actually had the nerve to call him a punk and demanded him to give her back her money. SHE was demanding that HE, Chaos, the Big Bad, hand over his well-earned stolen money that he killed to get, over to her. She obviously did not know who she was messing with if she thought she could demand something out of him. That was like asking him to kill you. He'll set her straight himself, oh yes he will. After that pleasant thought came to his mind, he responded to her message. "Maybe if you give me a sloppy kiss wench, this old and twisted Big Bad might actually give into your demand. If you're not prepared to pay a price to get this money you fine piece of tail, don't expect me to hand this hard-earned stolen money I have with me without a lot of bloodshed and destruction" he cackled out like an insane clown. Hey, he might be some walking, ugly mutant slime creature but he was still a male, even though he was 50 years old so like all men, the gray-skinned mutant is a bit perverted himself.

Oh, no, he didn't! The woman slowly walked down across the hood of the car, her high heels leaving deep scratches on the paint. The carfreak fainted. "Listen, you sexist hermafrodite freak of nature. I just want the ten thousand bucks back I just put on that bank those rodents just robbed. I'm not gonna do you any carnal favors or whatever. Just give it back." The sexy, sexy voice said. Her black rimmed eyes stared down towards the 'freak of nature' she just described. "Nobody needs to get hurt. Not that I care about these vermin."

Chaos's grin got even wider, if that was even possible, and then shook his head in the negative as he morphed his tentacles that weren't holding onto the bags into hacksaws and started walking towards her in a menacing manner. He had to admit that this girl had some serious guts to insult him AND demand he give her something he took for himself fair and square. It was just a shame those guts had to be spilled all over the pavement. "Sorry toots as that was the wrong answer. Now, kindly stand there while this Big Bad hacks you to pieces with my incredibly awesome spinning saw blades of doomyness" he cackled out hysterically as he launched his hacksaw tentacles at the woman.

"I advise you to stop your parade." Sexy voice said. But Chaos didn't stop his parade, he just kept marching on. And he lashed his hacksaw tentacles towards sexy voice. The basterd. Now our girl Sexy Voice, actually called Alice, was a pretty skilled warrior and lept towards centre of the street, rolling over the ground, avoiding the tentacles and pointing her fingers in gun like fashion at Chaos. Greenish lasers erupted from her fingertips, darting through the air. The one bore a big hole straight through the muggers car, which was lying upside down behind Alice's target. The other drilled through the wall of a buidling and straight through the leg of somebody who was the whole spectacle from his bedroom window. The man dropped on the ground of his bedroom, screaming in agony, blood gushing from the gaping wound the laser left. Alice regained her posture, sitting on her knees on the cold, cold concrete road. "Just want my money back."

Chaos stopped in his tracks and watched as the lazers did their job, looking as wide-eyed as a child when he saw something really cool. He cackled hysterically as he applauded Alice for that display. A lazer shooting sexy chick? That was rather kinky, at least to him. "That was awesome my dear, I must admit. Not only are you undeniably sexy, you are gutsy and you shoot lazers too. I could use you in this organization of mine that I plan on bringing back. If you agree to join it, I'll gladly hand you these bags of money" he offered her with a grin on his face as he morphed his hacksaws back into normal tentacles. He would have to see what else she could do but he felt that she could be useful.

Alice kept her fingers pointed at Chaos for a moment, while contemplating the pros and cons of joining his operation. She raised to her feet, lowering one arm, keeping the other aimed at Chaos. She squeeshed her eyes and said: "Hmmmm, what does your organization do? And does it make any profit?" Alice surely wanted her money back, and this was probably the easiest way to get it back. If they crossed her business in the future, she'd just kill them all anyway. But maybe they could bring her even more profit, more money to fund her research. Win-win.

Chaos grinned at her in excitement, glad to know that she was at least interested. That was good, it was nice to see she wasn't unreasonable. Now all he has to do is word things the right way and he'll have her. "We desire global domination. S.C.A.R was an organization that even the legendary G.U.N had trouble defeating. We were the greatest and we actually had more of a chance at global conquest then any other group in existence. As for profit, yes. Let's just say that based on super special blackmail I have on the government, I can get them to make sure the police don't interfere with whatever you're doing. So if you want to rob banks, do it and don't expect consequences, want to take as much jewelry as you want? It's yours" the 50 year old mutant said to her as he chuckled hysterically. The blackmail that he had was, unknown to her, related to his origins, his past and he knows that the government would do absolute anything it took to prevent the information from getting out.

That sounded good in her ears. Global domination. She could be behind the entire economy in the future. Unlimited resources. She could turn this world in what she wanted. Upgrade humanity itself. No more diseases, no more death, no more hunger. It would be a Utopia. It would be heaven on Earth. In centuries, Alice would be regarded as a god. At least she thought.

Her fist clasped to a fist. She looked Chaos straight into his eyes and said: "Bump it, man." If he tried to screw her over, she could still put a hole through his chest with one blast. As long as he bumped it. The freak's plan sounded good. Only time could tell it actually was a good plan. Only time.

Chaos mentally patted himself on the back as he managed to convince this woman to join S.C.A.R, his pride and joy as he bumped his fist with hers, making sure to hold back a lot of his strength so as not to accidentally smash the bones in her fist. He would need to fix up the old location before he could bring her there so he decided on another method. Forming what seemed to be a pocket on his waist, he pulled out what appeared to be a cell phone and held it out to her. "Keep it with you. When I have fixed up the base, I'll contact you with that phone about the location" he said as he placed the bags of money down on the ground in front of her and waited for her to take the phone.

She snatched the cellphone from Chaos' ha...claw. Nokia...what the fuck? Inferior technology. Noobz.... She smiled in both a comforting and devious way. "Okay, we'll talk again. Do you have a name, or should I just call you Freakman?" She said, raising her eyebrow for some reason only telepaths will probably unravel. Any telepaths in the house? No? Carry on with the story, then!
Alice put the cellphone in her pocket, and precisely at that moment, the fuzz rolled in. Screaming sirens, screaming tires, screaming people ("Ohmygodhekilledthosemen!"). Alice turned around very slowly. She loved the smell of burning rubber in the afternoon. The two were unrelated. As the copcars came to a hold, in action-film like fashion, with slips and people jumping out of cars and shit, Alice's eyes started to show a greenish glow, which got more intense by the second. A swat car rolled in. A copperchopper flew in, armed with machine guns and all that fuzz. Every cops in the vicinity had arrived, pointing their guns at Chaos and Alice. For one second, a veil of silence fell over the scene, after which one megaphonic policeman yelled: "Surrender! You are surrounded and outnumbered!"

"My name is Chaos my dear, the Big Bad but you can call me Boss or Bossman, since you now work for me" he chuckled out with a mock bow towards the woman as he let his claw drop to his side when she took the cell phone. He heard the sound of sirens and turned to face the police. He could tell that since they were a little too far away, they couldn't completely see what or who he was exactly. "You can either run away or find a place to hide and watch the show as because I'm going to be giving those wonderful squishy cops a present from me to them, their painful and bloody deaths. They know me from all the rampages and destruction I have reaped on this city so rest assured, they'll be too busy coming after to me to attack you" he said to her as he started walking very slowly towards the police, his wildly waving tentacles being morphed once again into their customary spinning hacksaw state. A wide, psychotic grin came to his face as he chuckled at how the police would react once they see the one creature that murdered countless people in this city and caused hundreds of thousands of dollars, maybe even millions of dollars, in property damage along with causing countless disappearances of some of the Big Apple's citizens.