The Business World. (Nightkill, Elena and Jack)

Nightkill rested in the helicopter. A casual observer would think that the strange alien scorpion was fast asleep, but he remained alert. You could do that while you had your eyes closed. Acting like an utter ditz had benefits, as nobody considered you worth any threat. As many had seen, particularly David Daark and Monstrum. Ah, that was hilarious. Nothing quite like kicking some arrogant alien or cyborg's ass while singing Monty Phyton songs.

Nightkill had brought a backpack with him, consisting of essential supplies. Food, drink, an IPad 4. (Super small and super slim.)

He began to open his eyes...when the mortars, covered in a strange green radiation, hit the copter. The Pilot, a relatively young one, yelped in surprise. They started going down, and in a flash Nightkill was on his feet, racing to the pilot, who was struggling with the controls.

"Hand it over!" Nightkill ordered, and the pilot yielded to the scorpion, who moved the controls more adeptly than the Pilot, using his intelligence to do so. That, and the experience he'd had. People working for Khan Industries were amused that Seth Khan took such a interest in everything. They didn't realize that he used all the knowledge he could get to every advantage he could. This knowledge could be something like the DC Universe, how to engineer assault rifles...or how to pilot helicopters.

He steered them closer to the Police HQ, which he could see in the distance. WHUMP! Another mortar, and the copter started spiraling out of control. The Pilot screamed. Nightkill didn't blame him.

He braced the craft for impact, but they still crashed onto the ground, the people at the front suffering most.

But it took more than that to kill Nightkill. He coughed, not hurt. Some bruises and the like, but no huge wounds. As for the Pilot....

He looked at the man, who had a shrapnel piece in his chest. Nightkill put the man over his shoulder, and carried him out. He looked at the wound while the man gave his last breaths. "Why...are... you helping?" he asked, obviously surprised a villain like Nightkill would help.

Nightkill gave a brief smile. "I am just human." He said, but saw the man was a hopeless case. If he had greater medical supplies...but right now, just putting him out of his misery was best. He saw the cross necklace on the man's neck, and made a decision. Speaking the Latin words, he gave the man his Last Rites.

He placed his hand on the Pilot's head, and sent a burst of electricity into his skull. The pilot quickly died, as opposed to the long drawn out death he would have had had Nightkill not given what help he could.

Nightkill glanced at the other two people in the craft- one was Elena, who he knew, and the other a stranger- and he spoke to them. "Help me bury the man, will you?" he asked. He looked around the suspiciously empty streets of the SeaCove business center. So, the businessman arrives here. Of course.

(Quoted from the message: You need to move carefully when leaving your vehicle, since it is on the edge of a building and hanging over an empty Expanse of nothing. Make your way down the mysteriously empty streets and move towards the SeaCove Police HQ to meet up with everyone else. )

The steady drone of the helicopter blades filled the air. Jack sighed, glancing at his assigned companions for this particular venture. The strange mutant scorpion looking one, he knew. Everyone knew Nightkill, the famous and dastardly villain he was. The woman on the other hand, he knew less of, though he might have heard of her. He readjusted the case at his side, making sure he had a good grip. He didn't want to lose it, considering the importance of some of the items within. He then continued reading the book he held in his hand, immersing himself into the story of the great Sherlock Holmes.

As he turned the page, the helicopter was hit, causing Jack to nearly drop the book. He looked up quickly, and noticed that Nightkill was already in action, doing his best to control the damaged helicopter. Another mortar hit, another big jolt. This time, Jack simply dropped the book, knowing that it was probably best to brace for impact. He took off his hat and transferred it to the same hand now holding both his case and cane. With the other, he gripped the seat, feeling his stomach turn slightly at the violent spinning of the helicopter turned possible death trap. They didn't have too far to fall though, as they crashed onto the roof of a tall building. Jack closed his eyes at the impact, feeling some shrapnel ripping through his uncovered face, along with maybe a rib and leg being broken from the blunt force that the suit did nothing against. A few seconds later, it was over. Silence filled the air as Jack reopened his eyes, he coughed slightly, shifting himself. Stabs of pain hit him whenever he breathed or moved his right leg. No bother, it would heal soon.

He watched as Nightkill got out of the helicopter, carrying the unconscious or dead body of their young pilot. Grief filled him as he watched this, knowing that it was probably the latter. He shook the morose thoughts out of his head, one must focus on the living first. He threw his case out of the helicopter, hearing the tell tale whump of it hitting solid ground. Good, it didn't go over the edge. Sighing, he put his hat back on before starting to maneuver himself out of the wreckage, using the cane as leverage when he needed it. With that, he was out, making sure not to put too much weight on his broken leg. His face was a bloody mess, from the small shrapnel, one of his cheeks was even cut clean through, giving him a Chelsea smile. The smaller cuts were quickly healing, though his cheeks were taking a bit longer.

Jack bowed his head in respect as Nightkill gave the dying pilot his Last Rites. He mentally gave the man his own blessings and nodded at Nightkill's request before turning back to the wreckage. He quickly noted the precarious position the wreckage was in. He called out to Elena as he slowly limped over to the copter, his words slightly garbled because of his cheek. "Be careful ma'am, the helicopter is in a slightly unstable position." With that, he extended his hand for Elena to take, preparing to help her off the helicopter like a gentleman. His face showed no pain despite his injuries, all which were healing. The wounds on his face were all but gone now though the blood still remained. Only his torn cheek was left, but even that one was slowly closing up. He readjusted his grip on his cane as he waited for Elena to get out, his mind was racing though, as he had noticed the plume of smoke coming from he downtown area. That was very troubling, considering that was where their destination was located. Very troubling indeed...

"That may be your opinion on the matter, Elena." he replied to the witch calmly. "But I have walked this Earth for over 90 years, far longer than you have in your short life. And this man risked his life, and ultimately gave it, to aid us. I can repay him by giving a burial. When I die for real, I don't very much mind what occurs to my dead body, but I should help others."

He took the body, and jumped off the small building, landing safely on the ground. Using his electrokinesis, he created a energy blast, blowing a hole in the ground. Half the work done already. Carefully, he placed the man's hands in prayer, and laid him into the ground. Then he put the dirt over him, burying the man in the road.

He drew an X with his electricity in the road, and nodded. "So he can be found later and given a proper burial, rather than a makeshift one." he said to Elena and Jack, still on the top of the building. He waited for them to descend, and looked around. Smoke plumes from the downtown area, the mortars with green radiation...the government, idiotic as it was, made the proper choice having superhumans help here. The streets were eerily empty. Better get to the police HQ.

Bump.

Jack silently helped the lady out of the helicopter just as it slowly teetered over the edge. He looked at the woman curiously at her harsh tone. Quite a cynic it seemed. Nightkill simply waved the criticism off, proceeding to jump off the building with the body in hand. He then blasted a hole in the ground, burying the body in it and marking the location with an X. He nodded at Nightkill's decision before sighing slightly, looking for a way down that didn't involve jumping down the building and breaking his legs again. At this point, all his injuries were healed and he didn't want new ones.

The stairwell was unfortunately collapsed, though the emergency stairs seemed fine. "Well... might as well test it." With that, he walked over to the emergency stairs, slowly descending. It creaked and groaned, but held his weight. He jumped down to the ground with a small grunt. "I believe it's safe." he called to Elena, waiting for her to come down as well. If it fell... well... he'd do his best to make sure no one died. It was no skin off his back, after all, he could heal from just about anything.

Nightkill walked along casually. "The streets are quite empty." he noted, seeming slightly disturbed. "Hmm. Makes sense, I suppose, but it's quite odd." The scorpion continued to walk. "And you all are aware I am Nightkill. Your name?" he asked the other man with them. Nightkill remembered the days when he could count the number of superheroes and supervillains operating actively and openly on his hands, but now any idiot with powers, magical talent or weapons was running around and calling themselves a villain or hero. Nightkill was annoyed with these classifications. No man was completely evil, and no man was completely good.

Take himself for instance. Nightkill was good- or considered himself good, other people argued with that- but even he knew he did things that were looked down by society in order to reach his ultimate goals. Elena was in general, more 'evil' than he was, but even she was very protective of her son, who she was looking for still. Nightkill didn't tell her he had an idea where her son was. Intelligence was his specialty, but he wouldn't share it with someone who wouldn't help him. Even that great 'hero' Pain did terrible things.

Nightkill continued to walk along. "We've crashed in the Business distract." he said, pulling out his IPad, and then clicking a few buttons before a map of the city appeared. He had downloaded it before they had left for this place. "We aren't too far from the police station."

Hefting the case he had narrowly forgotten to grab, Jack walked towards Nightkill after making sure that the woman got down to street level safely. He bowed his head slightly as Elena introduced herself, using the tip of his cane to make sure his hat didn't fall off. When Nightkill introduced himself, he nodded respectfully towards the alien "The name is..." he thought for a moment before deciding on his childhood nickname, "Jack." He didn't say anything else, since there really wasn't anything else notable to add. They didn't need to know his profession and he had no true alignment in this giant battle between the forces of good and evil. He simply did what he did, though he supposed most would say that he was a hero if he ever bothered to don a costume.

"The business district..." he nodded, glancing around the empty street. "I wonder exactly what happened here..." he murmured quietly, a touch of sorrow tinting his voice. Jack sighed, looking up at the now green tinted sky. "Either way though, it looks like we aren't getting out of the city any time soon... so which way are we heading?" He smiled slightly, adjusting his hat and the grip on his case as he looked at Nightkill for the directions. "A witch and a villain... this should be interesting."

(Sorry for my absence, I'll post soon.)

Nightkill actually laughed delightedly when Elena said she was skeptical of an alien invasion. "You're skeptical in your line of work? You believe aliens cannot possibly exist? You're absolutely right. Aliens, like me, cannot exist, because that's just impossible. And clearly, your magical abilities do not exist because they are equally impossible.

"I have fought alchemists, magicians, aliens, angels, demons, fairies, gods, demi-gods, and embodiments of evil. Sometimes more than one in the same day. I have died twice, and returned to life. I have attempted to make Philosopher's Stones, and nearly succeeded once. I've even fought creatures from alternate dimensions. And you consider an alien invasion to be beyond far-fetched? 'There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.' I haven't been to Heaven, but I can safely say what I've seen on Earth matches that quote." he said as they walked. "The police office should not be too far." he said, looking around at the empty streets.

"Deserted. Not too unusual. If it were aliens, it makes sense they would take all humans from this place to study them. Or kill everyone in the city beforehand." he said soberly.

Jack couldn't help but raise an eyebrow when Elena said she didn't believe in the Alien Invasion story. Considering all the strange things that he's witnessed throughout his years of living in NY... he was barely surprised by anything anymore. He glanced at Nightkill as the alien started his own rant, nodding along slightly in agreement. The... man was right. Nothing was certain in this world, absolutely nothing. While he himself had never fought any of those things, he had certainly heard of them, seen them, and who knows what else.

Sighing sadly, Jack once again nodded his agreement to Nightkill, tapping his cane on the ground, as he did so, the sound of metal scraping on concrete came out. He looked down in annoyance, before realizing something very important... "There is no metal." He said, looking up suddenly. There were no cars around, nothing made out of metal. He put his case down, taking another cursory glance around... he wasn't mistaken.

Elena nearly slapped the palm of her hand against her face. Noticably annoyed by Nightkills blatant ignoring of what she meant. For a second she considered just doing away with the two, make it easier on her with that. They proved to be little, if any help in this. So she considered just leaving the ragtag group, but what would that acomplish for her? "Maybe I should reiterate my statement. I am not, in anyway throwing out the possibility of aliens. So please don't start anything with me. You have not an idea what I have done. I was just stating how odd it was that the government would call even the ones wanting to destroy them to help. It just seems wrong." Elena huffed, glaring at the two as she examined the severe lack of metal. Tapping a mini pistol lightly against her thigh.

She wished that she could work with her more biddable pawns, but instead it was with these people. Though one must learn to work with what life has given them,and she got the worst. "Yes, there seems to be a severe lack of metal. I would assume its due to the aliens we are told about, but as you seem to preach. Nothing is certain, so I want to investigate further on it." Elena gripped tightly onto her pistols Not waiting as her pace quickned.Hair fluttering in a slight breeze, as she planned to first make her way to the police station.

"I have cooperated often with the United States government in my past." Nightkill said. "They will always deny it, of course, and I do not blame them. However, they are hypocrites and will actively enlist the aid of someone they condemn. As are most people." Nightkill sighed. "That is a basic flaw of humanity, and one that disappoints me." He read her annoyed expression, and smiled, though it appeared odd and mildly disturbing on his face. "I realize you are irritated with me and Jack, Elena, but it will do you no good to attempt to kill us, or abandon us. I have been fighting since before you were born."

"I commend you on noticing the lack of metal, Jack. This will aid us in discovering the intentions of these aliens, if it is aliens." he said musingly. "Perhaps it is dwarves. They have an obsession with metal, and need it to fend off the elves. But it doesn't seem to be their style. If it were them, then it would be likely that no humans would have disappeared, or that people would even notice the metal being gone. So aliens seems to be a more likely explanation." he said, thinking aloud.