My own vendetta (Rinne, Ace and Theresa.)

The chaotic mutantas ran amok on the streets, and Theresa was stuck with a detestable specimen of a man. True she had the perfect chance to put him down, it was not safe to be alone anymore. Not with all of these things trying to rip them to shreds anyway. "Never seen so many of these fuckers in my entire life." She muttered to herself, as a tentacle aimed itself at her, though was met with a blade that sliced it from its source.

Causing a high pitched screech that attracted a few more, much to her chagrin. This was just fucking brilliant wasn't it? Though what Clayton could do she wasn't sure of yet, and it could prove useful in a fight. Who was even manipulating these freaks anyway? Maybe it was that madman known as Doctor Necrodium or something. Though what she thought was easy would evolve when more forces came into the mix.

It seemed that they were even more screwed thasn before, and would need some sort of assitance. Though what this man could do she didn't know of yet. Maybe he could kill some of these things instead of standing around and letting her carry the burden. "Not to sound ngrateful, but could you help me with these freaks?" She asked, as another Chaos clone came at her with killing intent. Though it was quickly killed with a blade rushed into his face, as blood gushed onto her face. What was the metal man thinking about sending out such weak enemies? Theresa wasn't complaining about it though. The scent of blood was strong here, and it almost burned her nose.

"Since we are working together. I want to atleast know who you are, even if you almost killed me once. Whats your name stranger. I'm Theresa, thats all you will get." She wasn't the most social creature, but Theresa had the capacity to speak when she needed to. Her hair billowed in a stray breeze that blew through the borough. The smell of a caveman she knew was nearbye, and that signalled something bad. Indeed, she was sure something was soon to aim to kill them. A horn tipped her off as it came.

"Shit, this isn't good." Then the car came.

Robots descended.

Many of them. Android Mark 1s, taken by Nightkill when they raided a Russian scientist's hideout in Siberia. They marched through the Bronx streets, walking, well, mechanically. No other word for it. They would pass any civilians, showing little to no interest in them, but then one foolish man threw a rock at one of the robots.

He was promptly ripped to shreds by machine gun fire, holes appearing all of his body and a pinkish mist of blood appearing around him as he fell to the ground. They continued mechanically walking. A female voice spoke up.

It was a black haired woman, a 'Beauty' as constructed by Elena Marie and Nightkill. "Surrender now. Do not continue resisting, as it will result only in your own doom." she said in a commanding, authoritative voice. Then she dropped to a throaty chuckle. "Because I certainly will have no problems in destroying many of you."

New York could not have had it any worse. Crazed mutants, robots, zombies, and various other horrors swarmed the city. And then there was Elaine, returned from her self-imposed exile to… Do what exactly? Clayton was unsure. Did she come all that way to give Bliss a gun to give to him? Why give it to her instead of him directly? He knew enough not to question her anymore, and he also knew enough to know that her presence was more than enough to destroy the city. Maybe that was the angry tin man’s actual plan. Whatever it was, Clayton was no superhero, and as guilty as he felt for it, he wanted no part in stopping it. All he wanted to do then was find his little brother, and get out of the city.
How could Bliss drag someone as young as his sibling into such a situation? He wanted to lash out at her for even considering dragging children into the warzone that was New York. She also paired him up with a murderous woman he hoped never to see again. There was almost no possible way things could be worse for him. He decided to keep his mouth shut instead. Pretend compliance was the best way to deal with her type. She was as bossy, inconsiderate and rash as he was, and he almost hated her for it.
Clayton tucked Elaine’s pistol into the back of his waist and followed his new partner out of the ice castle. Atleast she seemed to know where they were going.

Theresa blathered on about something or other as they walked. He played no mind to the words coming out of her mouth, and allowed her to do all the heavy lifting when it came to killing the rampant mutants infesting the city. He still wished she had bled a few minutes longer during their first encounter. If she tried anything in retaliation for that then, he would have no problem putting a bullet in her. He could atleast give her a name, he supposed, “I suppose you can call me Clay, but don’t think I plan on sticking around here with you. I’m just gonna grab this kid and get out. You’re on your own with whatever comes up here.” A horn sounded to alert them of a speeding car.

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Ben and his brother stuck around the city streets during the chaos. They grew up poor enough in the Bronx to brave any horrors that attacked, if it meant making money. The looting they were doing definitely meant making money. The two were loading more electronics into the back of their station wagon when the robots appeared on the scene blasting mutations into mist with their machine guns. Unfortunately one of their stray bullets caught Ben’s brother in the leg.

The idiot assumed they were under attack from the robots as well. He grabbed the nearest thing to him and tossed it at the machines. It was his mistake and they made quick work of him. The sight of Owen being riddled with bullets activated an immediate flight response in Ben. He leaped into the front seat of the car and sped off down the street. There was a sharp jetting pain in the side of his torso; he knew he was hit too. His own blood diverted his attention from the street ahead until it was almost too late. There was no way he would stop; the people ahead would just have to get out of his way. He kept his foot firmly planted on the pedal.

Ace swung through New York "I can never come to New York on a holiday can I? Its always, recruit this, beat up robots that." Ace spouted annoyed, in the last couple of months, Ace had been to new york twice, twice he's been caught up in something he didn't want to be caught up in, admittedly one of them was caused by him by him but he didn't like it all the same. He was here because of Bliss, she had called him to arms and considering new york was under attack that was where he was supposed to go. Ace was about to continue with his rant when he realised he was about to hit one of those alien-mutant things that Ace didn't know the name of, he knew they were bad and that's all. Ace swung his legs forward and thrust it into the abominations face, it flew backwards into a wall, Ace grappled it's face and pulled it into his fist, It fell down lifeless. "One down about a million more to go" Ace said to himself, quite pleased, until he saw the robots coming around the corner "Fudgecakes, robots are never good" They seemed to be ignoring the civilians and ripping most of the mutants to shreds. Then, some guy threw a rock at the robots, Ace looked away as he was promptly ripped to shreds. At the sound of a speeding car Ace instinctively swung up to a building. *Funny, yells and gunfire i'm unfazed by but the sound of a car and i'm off like a bloody bullet* Ace surveyed the area, the mutated things seemed to be fighting a losing battle, but the thing is, what would the robots do after they had eviscerated these things, Ace had some run-ins with some freaky people over his time as a superhero, one of them could be behind the robots, getting rid of them would be a good idea. Ace saw the giant ice fortress, "Bliss" Ace said to himself, he scanned the streets, there was the occasional person cowering in fear and two people stood out, Ace squinted down at them, There was a lady and a man, he'd never seen the lady before but the man was vaguely familiar, a few more seconds of squinting and it clicked "CLAY!" Ace yelled, he swung himself onto a nearby lamppost, "Hello Clay" Ace smiled, Clay was Ace's family, he liked him even though he was rough around the edges, *Like a big brother should be* he thought. "So, what are you doing here? Did Bliss call you too?" Ace asked clay, almost completely ignoring the woman

Theresa could smell how much he hated her, but she didn't care. She was a killer, so it was expected of him to hate her. Can't blame him since she tried to kill him. Some things can not be let go of that easily, she knew that much. Though before she even knew it, her body was on the move. Aiming to doge the car that was sure to splatter them if it hit, but it wasn't likely to do so. Her reflexes were quick enough to doge the dangerous vehicle but if Clay did wasn't up to her. Though he was likely to do so. While the car plowed into a mutant clone, splattering it like a grape. Her eyes darted around, noticing some sort of robot. Immidiatly placing it as her priority to kill if she wanted to survive,

"You alright Clay? I think we may be in for some shit before you get this child of yours." She stated simply, uncoiling the whip at her side. Preparing for a fight, but considering flight if things got hectic enough. Though a strange child appeared in the midst of the chaos,which would mean she would soon enough be alone in the carnage. Though she was hopign she ould manage with her limited recources and strange physical weakness that has plagued her of late.

"You should take this child away. Like you said you would." She said simply as a hulking behemoth came around a corner,looking far too tough for her too kill. Though she couldn't find out unless she tried right? With a flick of her wrist,the whip lashed out at the caveman. Only causing it to get angrier,though a small cut appeared across its cheek. Slowly closing up. Well this was just brilliant.

(Rinne and Ace, post one more time. In my next post, I'm dropping mind control gas, and you guys should interact a bit more before I do.)