Meeting Project Death (closed to Death)

Nightkill walked along the New York City sidewalks.

This was, beyond anything else, his home. He loved New York City, loved the life of it and loved the people. He loved the way dozens of different cultures clashed in New York in a way rivaled only by Los Angeles and Mumbai. New York was his home. Not Poland, where he first arrived, or some planet in outer space, where he was created.

He looked up at the dark New York night sky. He looked toward his home world, which was up there somewhere. He often wondered what his creator race was like, and what they thought. He knew he had been sent to Earth to start the invasion, and be the vanguard. But he saw no point in it. He also often wondered why his creator race had not come to try to take him, or find him, or anything. He simply came to Poland ninety years ago and had no contact with his creator race of the Anx since.

He stood in New Times Square, which remained an incredibly busy part of New York, especially at the hour of nine PM. He saw a few giggling schoolgirls run past, and an elderly couple walking together, holding hands.

"Some spare change, sir?" he heard a man ask, who was sitting next to a wall, and looking up at Nightkill. Nightkill nodded, and dropped a fiver. The man stared at it. He probably had not seen a fiver for a long time.

"God bless you, sir." he asked reverently.

"No. He should bless you. I'm fine as it is." Nightkill replied gently. He never believed in God, but if that is what some believed in, he saw no reason to hate them for no reason.

The day had been going fine.

Too bad it was going to be utter shit soon.

Death, in the guise of Johnathan Azad, shape, height, form, looks, voice, everything exactly like him slowly walks down the street behind nightkill waiting for the right moment to make his move. He watches as nightkill gives five dollars to the homeless person and nods at the humbleness slightly confused but not letting it show, trying to stay in character as best he can. "Mr. Khan, if you don't mind me asking where are we going again? I believe it has slipped my mind." He says using the exact voice and tone as Jonnathan Azad saying things the way he would. He smiles softly at him in his own defense he is not even sure if nightkill even told him that much.

The real Johnathan Azad was back where Death left him, fighting against Unicorn Man at some mall that Nightkill sent him to get grocers or whatever Death brought back before they left. Unicorn Man sighs wondering why he has to deal with the real butler, oh sure he would not want to be anywhere near NightKill but the butler? Seriously, how hard can it be to defeat some damn butler? He shrugs and throws a punch at the butler who was startled by the sudden drop in of Death and a Unicorn who changed back into a normal human, 'emo' styled, twenty five year old man.

Nightkill turned to Azad. Instantly, he knew something was up. He had left Azad back at the mansion to hold down the fort. And Azad wouldn't come by himself. He knew Nightkill had a phone, and could contact him that way. He placed his hand on his revolver, and looked curiously. "John, why aren't you back at the mansion?" he asked, his voice sounding curious, and not suspicious. He was a great actor, and Death shouldn't be able to figure out his suspicious attitude.

The real Azad was at the Macy's mall, which was one of the largest Macy's malls in the world.

Bystanders watched as the Unicorn Man tried to kill the butler, who was dodging the hits, but barely. The Unicorn Man was considerably faster than him, and Azad knew if he took a hit, he was done for. So he was blocking, using his expert skills in many martial arts to keep the Unicorn Man from killing him.

The mall cops fired tasers at Unicorn Man. It was a considerably stupid idea for the Unicorn Man to fight Azad in a crowded mall where there were hundreds of bystanders who would fight someone trying to kill an old man.

Death is immediately surprised but does not let it show on his face or anywhere else. He looks down "I am sorry Mr. Khan, I will return now if you wish." He says bowing slightly then walking away, though once out of the way he turns into his 'normal human form' because no one knows he even exists, and walks around the corner and up to nightkill tapping him on the shoulder. "Do you have some time sir? I'd like to speak to you about a new product my factory is trying out, would you like to be one of the ones to test it?." He says using the excuse that Unicorn had told him to try if the appearance failed like Unicorn had expected it to but didn't tell Death. Death himself really just wants to pound this guy to a pulp but Project Perfection wants all of their operations to be held in secret which out here really won't happen but to him it doesn't matter as long as no one else hears what he has to tell NightKill.

Unicorn groans as the cops shoot at him, he flies up in the air and over to them grabbing them all and throwing them against the walls smirking as they grunt and go unconscious. He then flies back over to Johnathan and smirks blowing a whistle that he was carrying around with him. "Alright Azad, you dealt with me because of the cops...but how do you choose to deal with this?" He asks as a horde of zombies graciously donated by the good doctor start to pile into the mall and start to surround the people easily taking them down then walking around and mummbeling nothingness. He tells them to block and board up the exits and entrances to make sure no one gets in and no one gets out. The groan in response and just keep walking around ever so slowly doing what their 'leader' tells them to do but mainly just looking for more people to spread their virus to..

Nightkill turned to the man. "I'm busy, I'm afraid." he said, charging up electricity in his own body, and walking off. He felt sure that this man would try to fight him. If he was right, and he was very confident he was, it was the same shapeshifter trying and failing to impersonate Azad.

Speaking of Azad, the Macy's mall was in utter chaos. The zombies had burst in from seemingly nowhere, and the police were driving to the scene, the sirens audible. Hundreds were trampled, but the zombies were being shot up by mall police and civilians, or just plain punched to death. People were trampling each other in an effort to get out of the mall, and the mall police were busy handling the zombies. Their medicore fighting skills was a relief, but the humans didn't notice this in their blind panic.

Azad wasn't distracted from Unicorn Man, and fired at him repeatedly with his handgun.

Death shrugs and runs off after the man and stepping in front of him "I am afraid you'll have to come with me anyway the Project has taken an interest in you NightKill. Either come with me the easy way or we can do this my way" looking around at his surroundings frowning at the realization of where they are, Times Square. Well he could simply saay it was a movie, but then again fights happen here all the time, all he needs to do is stay in the shape shifted form so as not to reveal himself and a connection made to project perfection. Just a super strong guy kidnapping a very rich guy. He smirks cracking his knuckles looking at the guy "So, what will it be?"

Unicorn mutters realizing his stupidity in using the zombies like Death had said to, why listen to the brute anyway? Oh, yea because the guy can pound him to a pulp without even thinking. He groans and calls the zombies off, they quickly leave and he swoops down barely dodging the bullets that Azad fired off, though still out of range for a close quarter shot from that bullet. "Look, this isn't working out for either of us, so how about we just say you overpowered me and uhh the cops took down the zombies, alright? I really don't feel like being pounded to a pulp and honestly I do not like Death that much." He half waves and flies off feeling really bad but not caring too much he has lived a nice long life.

Nightkill kept one hand on his handgun, and kept charging electricity. Warily, he asked. "I am not going anywhere with you unless you tell me what you're talking about. Project? Interest in me? Unless I get more details, I am not going anywhere." he said simply, staring at the man in front of him.

Azad just stared at the man as he walked off with the living zombies. Around sixty people had died, and many zombies as well. The police were taking the zombies to their HQs to examine. Azad casually gave a man ten dollars, they got in a car, and drove some corpses to Nightkill's mansion. And Azad disappeared from the topic.

Death smirks at what he says, getting his way, the way he loves, and pounding people to a pulp. He smirks walking up to the man and throwing a bone shattering punch at him, quickly dropping to his knees and attempting a sweeping kick at him. Although this man is fast, he does not seem to be much of a fighter. Or so Death hopes anyway it would not be good at all to look down on this man, as if he was an easy kill or as if he is absolutely nothing. He cracks his knuckles jumping backwards and getting in a defensive position, ready for any counter attack or retaliation.

Nightkill simply jumped backwards out of the way. "Look you utter moron," he began, "You are attempting to fight and kidnap a esteemed billionaire in the middle of Times Square, one of the most crowded places in the country, or the world. So why the hell do you not save us all time and explain some details to me? Oh, I see. You're just one of the lower ranked fellows, and you won't tell me anything without your boss saying OK. So why don't you call your boss and ask if you can give details? You do not want to fight me anywhere, and you certainly do not want to fight me here. You're plainly a shapeshifter, and I don't know how old you are, but I can bet I'm much older than you. Fighting me may be the last mistake you make, so use it as a last resort."

Death scowls at what he says obviously pissed off, and confused as hell how this guy was able to dodge his faster than human reflexes. He rolls his eyes "Fine, I'll tell you but then you will come with me either way." He says crossing his arms before walking forwards to him and saying so only NightKill can hear, "Project Perfection has taken interest in you and would like to speak with you about your group called the Harbingers; now you have the choice to either come with me willingly or I will take you my way." He says scoffing at the idea that Death is just a shape shifter, oh no the Hero Killer is much more than that. He is Project Perfections best fighter ever created, and the only project to stick around because he knows his family wanted him to. He looks down at the man wondering what he will say, really just wanting to beat the shit out of him, slug him over his shoulder and walk off like he did with everyone else.

Nightkill shrugged. "See? Now was that so damn hard? I'll come with you, just let me go home and pick up some things. We'll meet here in two hours, and I'll willingly accompany you." Nightkill said. "Meet me at this exact spot in two hours." he yelled back, walking off.

Death blinks confused, willingly? This guy is going to come willingly, seriously? No one other than Chaos, who is practicaly insane has ever came with them willingly. He watches the man walk away and shrugs sitting down on a bench close by trying to ignore the fact that he did not get to fight the person when he was so looking forward to it. He shrugs and picks his feet up laying dothem down on the bench yawning and closing his eyes not asleep just doing something to pass the time.

Two hours later, at eleven, Times Square was just as busy. Nightkill arrived, wearing the same black suit he was before, and two heavily muscled bodyguards followed him.

"I am prepared to go now." he said, putting a cigarette between his lips. "Where is your transportation?"

Death stands up and snaps his fingers as the van drives up behind them. He looks at the two bodyguards and shakes his head "No body guards, they stay here." He mutters looking down at the two men rolling his eyes as the side doors of the white van open up the driver waves them in. Death walks over to NightKill and his body guards shaking his head "Your body guards stay here, you come with us and when you have finished talking about whatever it is you can go. It is as simple as that, nothing more nothing less."

Nightkill said something to the bodyguards in Russian. "Расслабьтесь и остаться здесь." Relax and stay here, for those who understood Russian. Nightkill was confident he could handle himself in most situations, and Death did not appear to be lying. He was prepared to meet whatever the leader of this Project Perfection was, and got into the van. "Let's go then." he told Death, relaxing. Time to meet destiny.

(End topic.)