TheFlash213
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Post by TheFlash213 on Aug 1, 2018 16:32:38 GMT
Prologue I don't know who I am. I have no memories. No recollection. Just the straps that keep on this cold, metal table. "HE IS AWAKE!", the voice of a man, German I think, blurry as my vision but as loud as a siren. "Mr. Wilson, can you hear me?" My vision starts to clear and I see his face. Old. Sad..... weak. "The operation was a success!", he smiled at me like he expected one in return. "You are now the greatest weapon in the United States Army! You are a super soldi-" I grab him by the throat, "Who am I?!" I shout at him, my blood boiling, telling me to end his miserable existence. "Y-you..." he struggles to realease his words. I lessen my grip, "you are Slade Wilson..."
Our eyes meet, fear in his, anger in mine. Armed men grab me and try to pull me away, but they are weak... and foolish. I squeeze harder and drop him to the floor. I rip my wrists from the straps, grabbing two of the guards, bashing them into each other. I stand up and look at my surroundings. Metal tables, operating tools covered in blood, most likely mine.
A group of fifteen armed men enters the room. My blood boils. My heart pounds. I must end them... terminate them... in one... swift... stroke....
TBC...
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Post by TheFlash213 on Aug 3, 2018 0:09:56 GMT
Issue #1
It's amazing what fear makes us do. It gives us the adrenaline rush and frantic sense we need to run. But fear is also a weakness that can be exploited...
"Stay away, freak!" The man's voice was frantic as he pushed his way through the packed streets of Hong Kong, the local merchants paying no attention as he was a "stupid foreigner". The man, dressed in a crisp clean suit ran, sweat soaking his expensive suit. Handcuffed to his left hand was a small briefcase, a mistake that he will later regret...
He broke out of the busy street and into the salty air and peacefulness of the harbor. He looked behind him, slowing his pace and smirking. He makes his way to a large steamboat, crawling with armed gunmen. Mercenaries for hire. Amateurs. "Mr. Nolan! So glad you made it here safely!" A kind elderly gentlemen, the captain presumably, met him at the bottom of the ramp. "Get this rust bucket moving! There's someone coming for it!" The captains face dropped in concern, "The package is safe, yes?" he asked, frustration in his voice. "YES! It's fine! Now let me on that darn bo-" his voice was cut off my a blood curdling scream. Mr. Nolan turned a sickly pale. He pushed his way past the captain and up the ramp. What he saw was terrifying. Every armed mercenary his employer had hired... was dead. He started to back down the ramp, but stopped as he stood upon something. He looked down in horror... the captains cold, lifeless leg. He turned around slowly, knowing what he was about to see. "Mr. Nolan," the gruff, gritty voice barked at him,"I believe you have something of interest for my employer.". Nolan looked at the man in terror. He was easily 6'5, heavily armored with a mask half black and half orange. One glowing red eye occupied the orange half.
He stood there, looking down at the katana in his hand, wiping what was most likely blood off of it. He suddenly pointed the katana at the briefcase,"Give it to me and you walk." Nolan shook is head, knowing there was a worse fate waiting for him if he gave ignore up, "My m-master will not allow me to live, Mister..." Nolan blurted. "The name's Deathstroke.", Deathstroke swung his katana through the air, striking Nolan's wrist...
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Post by TheGreatCon on Aug 4, 2018 18:39:05 GMT
Prologue I don't know who I am. I have no memories. No recollection. Just the straps that keep on this cold, metal table. "HE IS AWAKE!", the voice of a man, German I think, blurry as my vision but as loud as a siren. "Mr. Wilson, can you hear me?" My vision starts to clear and I see his face. Old. Sad..... weak. "The operation was a success!", he smiled at me like he expected one in return. "You are now the greatest weapon in the United States Army! You are a super soldi-" I grab him by the throat, "Who am I?!" I shout at him, my blood boiling, telling me to end his miserable existence. "Y-you..." he struggles to realease his words. I lessen my grip, "you are Slade Wilson..." Our eyes meet, fear in his, anger in mine. Armed men grab me and try to pull me away, but they are weak... and foolish. I squeeze harder and drop him to the floor. I rip my wrists from the straps, grabbing two of the guards, bashing them into each other. I stand up and look at my surroundings. Metal tables, operating tools covered in blood, most likely mine. A group of fifteen armed men enters the room. My blood boils. My heart pounds. I must end them... terminate them... in one... swift... stroke.... TBC... What a way to start your day.
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Post by TheGreatCon on Aug 4, 2018 18:40:54 GMT
Issue #1It's amazing what fear makes us do. It gives us the adrenaline rush and frantic sense we need to run. But fear is also a weakness that can be exploited..."Stay away, freak!" The man's voice was frantic as he pushed his way through the packed streets of Hong Kong, the local merchants paying no attention as he was a "stupid foreigner". The man, dressed in a crisp clean suit ran, sweat soaking his expensive suit. Handcuffed to his left hand was a small briefcase, a mistake that he will later regret... He broke out of the busy street and into the salty air and peacefulness of the harbor. He looked behind him, slowing his pace and smirking. He makes his way to a large steamboat, crawling with armed gunmen. Mercenaries for hire. Amateurs. "Mr. Nolan! So glad you made it here safely!" A kind elderly gentlemen, the captain presumably, met him at the bottom of the ramp. "Get this rust bucket moving! There's someone coming for it!" The captains face dropped in concern, "The package is safe, yes?" he asked, frustration in his voice. "YES! It's fine! Now let me on that darn bo-" his voice was cut off my a blood curdling scream. Mr. Nolan turned a sickly pale. He pushed his way past the captain and up the ramp. What he saw was terrifying. Every armed mercenary his employer had hired... was dead. He started to back down the ramp, but stopped as he stood upon something. He looked down in horror... the captains cold, lifeless leg. He turned around slowly, knowing what he was about to see. "Mr. Nolan," the gruff, gritty voice barked at him,"I believe you have something of interest for my employer.". Nolan looked at the man in terror. He was easily 6'5, heavily armored with a mask half black and half orange. One glowing red eye occupied the orange half. He stood there, looking down at the katana in his hand, wiping what was most likely blood off of it. He suddenly pointed the katana at the briefcase,"Give it to me and you walk." Nolan shook is head, knowing there was a worse fate waiting for him if he gave ignore up, "My m-master will not allow me to live, Mister..." Nolan blurted. "The name's Deathstroke.", Deathstroke swung his katana through the air, striking Nolan's wrist... Hey cool, I have the minifigure of that guy.
Intense parts! I'll be reading! *bookmarks*
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