Hi I'm legends and this is my story, Inhuman. Its not based on any anime/manga anything, just my imagination. I would like to note i started writing it before Heroes came out, so I didn't copy that (not that it matters in any case). Anyway I apologise for the length of this prologue, its as long as most of my chapters. The story was written in book-format not fanfic-format, so that's why the chapters are long. If you read it, please leave some feedback, even if its only one or two words on your thoughts or a suggestion to make it better.
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Prologue
Brazil, Regional Bank of Caesar Empire Southern America Headquarters, 2119.
It was mid-way through summer, 20th of July to be precise. It would have been hot anywhere in the world, but with global warming taking its effect on the already sweltering environment, making it near to unbearable. And on Nile’s shift too. The security guards weren’t even allowed to take off their protective suits, even though it made them even hotter. Only three more hours, then to a nice, refreshing, cold shower. Nile thought. Though that wasn’t strictly true, as the water was at a lukewarm in the city. Something to do with boiling water pipes. Nile might usually have slept for the remainder of his shift, but not today.
That week, sixteen million CE credits were being transported to West Virginia from the Southern parts of the Empire. The credits were being held in Brazil for two days to replenish some bank stops, and more importantly, give the truck drivers a rest before the long drive to North America.
It was then that a man entered the bank. He was tall, with black hair and sunglasses, wearing a dark blazer-like jacket. Two other people followed him: a woman of middle height, with bubble-gum pink hair, and a hooded man with baggy clothes. The clothes made it almost impossible for Nile to identify anything about him. He wasn’t paying much attention anyway.
“I would like to withdraw some money from the bank.” spoke the tall man to the receptionist. It was more of a command than a request though.
“I’m sorry, sir, but the bank is not currently taking…” The hooded man flicked his hand in his direction, so fast that Nile could have sword it didn’t happen. The receptionist’s eyes glazed over and he said, in a daze, “Of course…Sir… I will… How much would you like to withdraw…?”
“Everything. I would like to clear out your whole stock. Get to it immediately.” Ordered the tall man.
Nile suddenly stood up, drawing his pistol. “I’m not sure what is going on here sir, but today we are not taking withdrawals. Our receptionist must have caught something due to the heat. If you would like to come back in three days time, we would be happy to serve you. And you certainly couldn’t take out all of the money anyway.”
“Fool of a man,” spoke the tall man softly, “If you had stayed silent, I might have let you live.”
Nile stammered, shocked at this reaction, “What?” He asked incredulously, sure that he had heard wrong.
The man raised his hand, and a ripple of pure energy erupted from it, hitting Nile in the chest and sending him six metres back into the wall.
“Quake, if you’re not too busy.” Said the man, seemingly into mid-air. There was a rumble from somewhere above them, and a thing smashed through the three-inch concrete ceiling. Dust and debris flew everywhere, a piece of concrete narrowly missing Nile’s head. When everything settled, Nile could see what it was.
It roughly resembled a boulder with arms, legs and a head. It punched its way through a metal detector to join the other people. This act of destruction reminded Nile that he wasn’t safe where he was. He swore and made a dive for the silent alarm button. He just managed to make it there before another shockwave of energy destroyed the security booth.
Upstairs twenty armed security personnel were already putting on gunfire gear, while two people were watching the scene downstairs with amazement on video cameras.
Nile was smashed into the wall again, but this time he didn’t lie helplessly. After he fell to the ground, despite the racking pains, he managed to take aim and fire the pistol’s whole clip into the thing that one of them had called Quake. Of fifteen shots, seven of them fatally wounded the monster. Or they would have, if the thing had been human. However, since it wasn’t, all of the bullets bounced off Quake’s rock armour.
“Shockwave, where are the rest?” Asked Quake to the tall man, in deep, gravely voice.
“They are coming, Quake,” The man replied, who Nile realised must be called Shockwave, “Control yourself, or if this operation goes wrong, you can explain it to Shadow.”
From the corner, Nile gurgled something that was mean to be a laugh. This was just ridiculous. Shockwave raised his hand and a shape of fire came out, soaring to the ceiling before gliding into Nile’s screaming mouth…
Ding.
The doors to the bank opened, and five more people entered. They all looked human except one, who was short and covered in a metal, reflective substance. They stood in a formation, and waited for something. Finally something moved in the corner. It was the receptionist from earlier. Without hesitation the robot’s – for that was what he was – arm went back into his socket and was replaced by a cross between a machine gun and an anti-air craft cannon. One shot of this lethal weapon and the whole corner of the building was destroyed. The bank seemed as if it might topple over, but it didn’t.
Angrily, one of the new arrivals, with flaming red hair, turned on the robot, “What did you do that for Battle-Boy? You could have ruined the whole operation!”
Battle-Boy replied, also angrily, “Hey! You’re saying that Quake’s arrival was low profile are you? Or that no one heard that gunfire, or that no one is watching us right now through those cameras? Use that pebble you call a brain, Pyromanical!”
This ignited arguments between the whole group, until Shockwave shouted, “Shadow’s here! Shut up!”
Everyone obeyed immediately. Then, from the shadows a dark form began to emerge. The darkness twirled and conjoined with itself to create the shape of a man. Shadow walked into the light, his red eyes blazing pits of hatred. Except that it wasn’t light. Wherever Shadow went, darkness followed him. No one had ever seen his face. Only his eyes. They were the sort of eyes that makes people want to hide until the end of the world.
Kill the armed team that approaches from the lift and the stairs spoke a cold voice inside everyone’s heads. Shadow never spoke. No one had ever seen evidence of a mouth either. Leave none alive. Octare, create a forcefield to protect the group. A young woman, who had also been one of the people, who had just come in, nodded vigorously. The rest of you, you know what to do. Darkness enveloped the room, even though all the lights were on. When it fell, Shadow was gone.
As Shadow had predicted, the armed security team attacked the group from the stairs and the lift, surrounding them. Octare raised a spherical barrier around them, visible only if looked at from the corner of the eye.
“Open fire!” Yelled the squad commander.
The security did so, and bullet whizzed towards the forcefield, only to be deflected and bounced onto the floor. Pyromanical grinned and started throwing fireballs out of the forcefield. They melted the men’s armour on impact and soon there were four men lying unmoving on the ground.
“What the…!” One of the guards shouted as Shockwave sent a ripple of energy through him and three comrades. They hit the wall with a sickening crunch and didn’t get back up.
With eight men down, and no visible means of hurting the attackers, the commander sounded the retreat. As the troops headed towards the stairs, the shadows suddenly came alive. Black arms came from the darkness and pulled three struggling men into the depths of the shadows.
“Oh my God!” Screamed one of the remaining men as the guards seemingly disappeared into the wall, the shadows retreating with them. Everything went silent. He looked up and saw two eyes staring from darkness in the ceiling. The guard couldn’t look away, and he felt himself being pulled towards the shadows.
Breaking the silence, the commander shouted, “Grenade, take cover!” while throwing a cluster bomb towards the forcefield. It exploded spectacularly, raining smaller grenades onto the forcefield. Octare cried out as the energy required to sustain the forcefield became too much, and fainted.
The men cheered at this improvement, until the commander fell with three bullets lodged in his chest. Battle-Boy stood before him, gun smoking.
The last seven men ran for their lives, fear making them forget that their enemies now had no protection. Battle-Boy fired a small missile from his wrist, though it didn’t wound anyone. He sighed and activated a button on his wrist. Small jets of flames came out from the bottom of his boots, which made him lift off the ground and up past the ruined stairs. There was gunfire and Battle-Boy came back down.
“All done.” He said.
Thanks
Prologue
Brazil, Regional Bank of Caesar Empire Southern America Headquarters, 2119.
It was mid-way through summer, 20th of July to be precise. It would have been hot anywhere in the world, but with global warming taking its effect on the already sweltering environment, making it near to unbearable. And on Nile’s shift too. The security guards weren’t even allowed to take off their protective suits, even though it made them even hotter. Only three more hours, then to a nice, refreshing, cold shower. Nile thought. Though that wasn’t strictly true, as the water was at a lukewarm in the city. Something to do with boiling water pipes. Nile might usually have slept for the remainder of his shift, but not today.
That week, sixteen million CE credits were being transported to West Virginia from the Southern parts of the Empire. The credits were being held in Brazil for two days to replenish some bank stops, and more importantly, give the truck drivers a rest before the long drive to North America.
It was then that a man entered the bank. He was tall, with black hair and sunglasses, wearing a dark blazer-like jacket. Two other people followed him: a woman of middle height, with bubble-gum pink hair, and a hooded man with baggy clothes. The clothes made it almost impossible for Nile to identify anything about him. He wasn’t paying much attention anyway.
“I would like to withdraw some money from the bank.” spoke the tall man to the receptionist. It was more of a command than a request though.
“I’m sorry, sir, but the bank is not currently taking…” The hooded man flicked his hand in his direction, so fast that Nile could have sword it didn’t happen. The receptionist’s eyes glazed over and he said, in a daze, “Of course…Sir… I will… How much would you like to withdraw…?”
“Everything. I would like to clear out your whole stock. Get to it immediately.” Ordered the tall man.
Nile suddenly stood up, drawing his pistol. “I’m not sure what is going on here sir, but today we are not taking withdrawals. Our receptionist must have caught something due to the heat. If you would like to come back in three days time, we would be happy to serve you. And you certainly couldn’t take out all of the money anyway.”
“Fool of a man,” spoke the tall man softly, “If you had stayed silent, I might have let you live.”
Nile stammered, shocked at this reaction, “What?” He asked incredulously, sure that he had heard wrong.
The man raised his hand, and a ripple of pure energy erupted from it, hitting Nile in the chest and sending him six metres back into the wall.
“Quake, if you’re not too busy.” Said the man, seemingly into mid-air. There was a rumble from somewhere above them, and a thing smashed through the three-inch concrete ceiling. Dust and debris flew everywhere, a piece of concrete narrowly missing Nile’s head. When everything settled, Nile could see what it was.
It roughly resembled a boulder with arms, legs and a head. It punched its way through a metal detector to join the other people. This act of destruction reminded Nile that he wasn’t safe where he was. He swore and made a dive for the silent alarm button. He just managed to make it there before another shockwave of energy destroyed the security booth.
Upstairs twenty armed security personnel were already putting on gunfire gear, while two people were watching the scene downstairs with amazement on video cameras.
Nile was smashed into the wall again, but this time he didn’t lie helplessly. After he fell to the ground, despite the racking pains, he managed to take aim and fire the pistol’s whole clip into the thing that one of them had called Quake. Of fifteen shots, seven of them fatally wounded the monster. Or they would have, if the thing had been human. However, since it wasn’t, all of the bullets bounced off Quake’s rock armour.
“Shockwave, where are the rest?” Asked Quake to the tall man, in deep, gravely voice.
“They are coming, Quake,” The man replied, who Nile realised must be called Shockwave, “Control yourself, or if this operation goes wrong, you can explain it to Shadow.”
From the corner, Nile gurgled something that was mean to be a laugh. This was just ridiculous. Shockwave raised his hand and a shape of fire came out, soaring to the ceiling before gliding into Nile’s screaming mouth…
Ding.
The doors to the bank opened, and five more people entered. They all looked human except one, who was short and covered in a metal, reflective substance. They stood in a formation, and waited for something. Finally something moved in the corner. It was the receptionist from earlier. Without hesitation the robot’s – for that was what he was – arm went back into his socket and was replaced by a cross between a machine gun and an anti-air craft cannon. One shot of this lethal weapon and the whole corner of the building was destroyed. The bank seemed as if it might topple over, but it didn’t.
Angrily, one of the new arrivals, with flaming red hair, turned on the robot, “What did you do that for Battle-Boy? You could have ruined the whole operation!”
Battle-Boy replied, also angrily, “Hey! You’re saying that Quake’s arrival was low profile are you? Or that no one heard that gunfire, or that no one is watching us right now through those cameras? Use that pebble you call a brain, Pyromanical!”
This ignited arguments between the whole group, until Shockwave shouted, “Shadow’s here! Shut up!”
Everyone obeyed immediately. Then, from the shadows a dark form began to emerge. The darkness twirled and conjoined with itself to create the shape of a man. Shadow walked into the light, his red eyes blazing pits of hatred. Except that it wasn’t light. Wherever Shadow went, darkness followed him. No one had ever seen his face. Only his eyes. They were the sort of eyes that makes people want to hide until the end of the world.
Kill the armed team that approaches from the lift and the stairs spoke a cold voice inside everyone’s heads. Shadow never spoke. No one had ever seen evidence of a mouth either. Leave none alive. Octare, create a forcefield to protect the group. A young woman, who had also been one of the people, who had just come in, nodded vigorously. The rest of you, you know what to do. Darkness enveloped the room, even though all the lights were on. When it fell, Shadow was gone.
As Shadow had predicted, the armed security team attacked the group from the stairs and the lift, surrounding them. Octare raised a spherical barrier around them, visible only if looked at from the corner of the eye.
“Open fire!” Yelled the squad commander.
The security did so, and bullet whizzed towards the forcefield, only to be deflected and bounced onto the floor. Pyromanical grinned and started throwing fireballs out of the forcefield. They melted the men’s armour on impact and soon there were four men lying unmoving on the ground.
“What the…!” One of the guards shouted as Shockwave sent a ripple of energy through him and three comrades. They hit the wall with a sickening crunch and didn’t get back up.
With eight men down, and no visible means of hurting the attackers, the commander sounded the retreat. As the troops headed towards the stairs, the shadows suddenly came alive. Black arms came from the darkness and pulled three struggling men into the depths of the shadows.
“Oh my God!” Screamed one of the remaining men as the guards seemingly disappeared into the wall, the shadows retreating with them. Everything went silent. He looked up and saw two eyes staring from darkness in the ceiling. The guard couldn’t look away, and he felt himself being pulled towards the shadows.
Breaking the silence, the commander shouted, “Grenade, take cover!” while throwing a cluster bomb towards the forcefield. It exploded spectacularly, raining smaller grenades onto the forcefield. Octare cried out as the energy required to sustain the forcefield became too much, and fainted.
The men cheered at this improvement, until the commander fell with three bullets lodged in his chest. Battle-Boy stood before him, gun smoking.
The last seven men ran for their lives, fear making them forget that their enemies now had no protection. Battle-Boy fired a small missile from his wrist, though it didn’t wound anyone. He sighed and activated a button on his wrist. Small jets of flames came out from the bottom of his boots, which made him lift off the ground and up past the ruined stairs. There was gunfire and Battle-Boy came back down.
“All done.” He said.
