#Psycopathor

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Feels good to be back

[chaniters]

MOTHER’S DAUGHTER

________________________________ Sorry about the long delay, writing comes and goes for me and last time it went away for quite a while. I’m trying to get back into the mood and finish amazing @kruk-art‘s  Awan Cormac fic! It’s been a long time so here are the previous chapters.

1 https://chaniters.tumblr.com/post/185591914314/only-human

2 https://chaniters.tumblr.com/post/185662034909/crisis-control

3 https://chaniters.tumblr.com/post/185824503359/reaper

4 https://chaniters.tumblr.com/post/186475284144/sunken-town

Hope you like this, and as always there might be spoilers for Fallen Hero ahead.

Added a new villain in this.

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“Seriously?”

“This tunnel’s the best way to get inside unseen” Elyise answers.

“Best way to get crushed to death you mean!“

“The other side is safe” she replies as her powers methodically remove the debris pieces blocking the tunnel

“You know there’s not a single safe thing in here!” you say amazed that it’s you concerned about safety for once.

“Well we could always go back to the main entrance and knock,” she says smiling.

That’s a no-go. You took a brief peek at the facility, and the place is swarming with guards and cameras. Someone took the time and money necessary to restore most of the ruin and turn it to a death trap to infiltrators such as yourselves.

“This is a bad idea” you concede walking trough.

“Well it’s the only idea”

“Not sure if suicidal ideas count”

“Oh, they totally count believe me”

You have to turn back the night vision mode since the way ahead is pitch black. The tunnel Reaper’s console detected goes through several sections of different collapsed buildings. As you advance you go trough a ruined subway tunnel, then to a cracked apartment building corridor, then a set of bent scaffoldings on top of a seemingly bottomless pit and finally a collapsed staircase.

Advance is slow, as the way is littered by all manner of obstacles, random debris, furniture, and even some rusted cars. Elyise goes on ahead since her powers can clear the way.

“So how did you get involved in this mess?” you ask breaking the silence

“What do you mean?” she says

“You must have been following a different lead into the kidnappings?”

“Oh. Yeah, I have” She nods

“...so?”

“So what?”

“You’re not going to tell me?”

“Alright, hmm... Let’s just say I'm mostly interested in finding the villain behind this”

“Void or Psycopathor?” you ask

“Neither. Those two don’t normally assault hospitals for a living. They’re working for someone”

“And you know who that is?  

Elyise doesn’t answer, focused on clearing out a broken wall. You have to get into it and aid, pulling some rocks by hand to create a passage wide enough to come through.

The other side seems to be a store-room, pitch black, but relatively clean. Several boxes are piled up against a wall, bearing logos of pharmaceutical companies.

“We’re in” she states, hopping trough the crack and landing on her feet. You follow closely, studying the room.

“Ah, there she is” she says pointing to a graffiti on one of the walls. IT looks like a masked nun holding both hands together in prayer, in red paint. Some melted remains of candles lying on the floor next to it.

“What.. is that?” you say walking closer.

She takes a few seconds to answer that.

“Have you ever heard about… Mother?”

“Mother Superior you mean?” suddenly remembering the urban legend

“Same one,” she says walking on

“Yes, I’ve heard about her. Mostly that she doesn’t exist.”

“She exists,” she says pointing at the graffiti, which on closer inspection looks more like an improvised shrine ”And I’ve been after her for a very, very long time”

You struggle to keep up her phase as she turns and walks avoiding piles of boxes towards the door

“Alright. Let’s say she’s real. They say she has the power to save people from hero drug secondary effects. That she’s created of a lot of villains. And that her costume looks sort of like a nun.”

“You got two of those right”

“Which ones?”

“Her outfit does look like a nun. And she’s generated a lot of villains. But she doesn’t have powers”

“What? So how does she do it?”

“She’s a scientist. And she’s figured out how to calculate the odds anyone has for surviving hero drugs. All she does is find people with good chances and use them, then pretend she can do the same for everyone else ”

“If she can do that, why aren’t the pharmaceuticals doing it too?”

“What makes you think they aren’t? They just can’t talk about it, because hero-drugs are illegal outside labs and the military, and no one can be 100% accurate either.”

“Alright… so what is she to you?”

“It’s personal”

“So It’s all about her then? That’s why you contacted Reaper?”

“That, and Reaper is one of the few people who actually knew her”

“What? How?”

She sighs looking at you. “You ask a lot of questions, you know?”

“Well, I like to know what I'm up against”

“Alright fine. She’s been active since the ’70s. She worked on the original drug, became the pharmaceutical’s scapegoat and then pariah in the scientific community. So she went into the black market, providing aid to anyone wanting to take the drugs. Claimed she wanted to atone and end all hero-drug deaths with her illegal research. Lots of powerful people saw her as a saviour”

“So when did she meet Reaper then?”

“Rich guy wanting to take hero drugs? What did you think he just bought some in a dark alley? No way. He paid her a small fortune and she tested him in every way possible before he took them.”

You can sense her mind’s holding back something else. But now ‘s not the time to push.

“What’s your interest in this?”

“It’s personal too” you answer drily. They attacked the Hauswald hospital.”

“Oh. I saw those promos. Didn’t think it was more than publicity”

“Well, it is. They do amazing work there. I’m going to rescue those patients.”

“We are going to rescue the patients” she corrects.

“Hold!” you say in a hushed voice pulling her back behind a corner.

“W…” she mumbles before a pair of masked, robed figures, a man and a woman walk through the corridor you were about to go through.

“Hurry up! Mother needs these samples right now” the woman says moving forward as the man struggles to follow carrying several vials of fragile chemical samples

“What are they wearing?” you whisper. Dark robes, hoods, masks, metal necklaces…

“Sorry. When I told you she’s seen as a savior I should have actually said “Big and crazy cult-leader. Wherever she goes these guys follow. I’m not sure how are we going to get close enough to...”

“Hm... that’s going to be the easy part. Take this and follow me” you say before handing her a metal pipe from the floor before rapidly closing the distance towards the two cultists. You know your infiltration techniques well.

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“I think I'm allergic to this fabric” Elyise complains whiles scratching her neck under the stolen robe “And it smells funny too”

“Shush,” you say while scratching your own arm. You’re pretty sure you’re insulated under your nanomesh but somehow you’re feeling itchy as well.

Cultists seem to be wearing their own individual masks, so you and Elyise are just keeping your own costumes under the hoods. Your powers are making up for anyone noticing something odd, and this plan can actually fool the numerous security cameras as you go deeper into the facility. If you had known about these costumes before, you could have just walked through the main door.

Black curtains cover the next tunnel and a couple of guards wearing the powered suits stand at each side. They let you pass as soon as you present the samples they were expecting.

A stair opens up into a huge open room, probably the lunch area for the workers that used to work in the plant. Unlike the rest of the facility, it seems to be pretty much intact. It’s been refurbished as a small amphitheater, with numerous robbed figures attending some sort of event.

You instinctively raise your shields as you notice the giant standing over the improvised stage.

Psycopathor, talking to a few guards. He briefly looks your way but his gaze doesn’t linger. Whatever is going on it hasn’t begun yet and the audience is scattered talking among themselves.

“Let’s split… I think there’s a small bathroom there” she points to a line “I’ll get in and try to contact Reaper again, see if he could call the rangers You see if you can find the hostages?”

“Alright, we meet here in 15’t” you whisper back before walking into the crowd.

Performing a scan with so many people around is awful, but on the bright side, there’s little chance of Psycopathor noticing anything wrong since he must have the same problem. You end up sticking to a corner next to a chatty group after implanting the suggestion that you’re part of their clique.

Only as you wander through the minds of those around is that you begin to understand the scope of this “Cult”. THere’s not only the desperate but also the super-rich. Fanatics and working people looking for some excitement. The disillusioned mix with the optimists in Mother Superior’s cult as they all look up to her to do something that will change the world.

No. Not something. They want her to change their lives. Change them personally. Make them better… make them… the idea reveals itself as you dig deeper...

Boosted. The realization comes as a bucket of cold water. Every single person here hopes that Mother Superior will give them boosted powers without having to take any risks. That somehow she’ll magically make hero-drugs safe and let everyone realize their dreams. They have absolute faith in her plan.

All of their thoughts go in the same direction, and simply following the flow lets you find the mind you’ve been looking for. The cult leader.

“Found them?” the hand on your arm startles you bringing your mind back inside your skull as hard as a rock. “Sorry! Are you ok?”

“Yeah... I'm alright,” you mutter struggling to recover. Now’s not the time for a migraine. “Mother Superior’s behind the stage, and the hostages too. She’s about to start the show”

Mother Superior is behind the curtain on the stage where Psycopathor’s standing. Ready to start the show. The hostages are with her”

“The rangers are in the area but they’re having trouble tracking our location inside the facility and they don’t have Reaper’s tech. There must be some sort of jammer working here. We need to…”

“Everyone, be seated” Psycopathor interrupted her with a commanding voice aimed at the audience.

“This way,” Elyise says pulling you to the side behind a few columns and out of immediate sight as everyone heads for the stands.

The curtain opens, revealing a tall, thin masked figure. It is wearing a powered suit, but unlike the guards, Mother’s power suit looks really advanced. Behind her, in a semi-circle facing the audience are the hostages, tightly secured to rectangular slabs with medical tubes attached to each of them. All of the devices are connected to a central machine at Mother’s right side.

A large table stands by her left, full of… syringes with a blue transparent liquid. You almost choke as you realize what it is.

Hero drug doses. Hundreds, ready to use. You can sense the crowd looking at them as well, in anticipation.  

She steps forward, up to Psycopathor. Her suit seems to include a pair of mechanical arms with claws that seems deadly to anyone with skin. A faceless white mask with a golden crown on top of it looks onto the audience. The rest of the armor is covered by an elaborate black dress over it, though it’s layers are still revealed where it’s bare. You can tell high tech from miles away and this is top-notch.  She has clearly spent a fortune on it.

She taps something in her mask -possibly activating the mic- and speaks in a clear, warm voice. A distorter is clearly at work.

“My brothers and sisters! Thank you for joining us tonight. I know it is difficult to reach this spot, but it is what the government has reduced us to. Hiding in the shadows, while we struggle to perform the work that they have refused to do for decades. But we never surrender!”

The crowd cheers loudly at that.

“Thank you… thank you” she goes on as the cheering dies out. “Tonight, as was foretold by our precognitive allies, we take the first step towards a new beginning as a species! Yes, my brothers! The time for ascension has come!”

You’re not sure what “Ascension” means but when a madman speaks about it to a room full of fanatics over tables full of hero drugs it sounds really concerning.

“This…” she says motioning to the machine “...is the culmination of three decades of study on one particular problem. How to materialize a boost without risk to human life.” you can sense every single mind enthralled by her words “For a long, like others, I worked in perfecting the drugs themselves. It took me a long time to realize, there is nothing wrong with the chemistry of it. It is not the drugs, but the human body which is at fault. Only now, I have the means to correct this injustice!”

Two women whom you can only assume to be her lab assistants walk on stage and begin operating the device.

“Not every individual exposed to our holy drugs can produce every power. Each strand of DNA is unique and will react differently, we’ve known that for a long time. These individuals…” she now focuses on the hostages to her left “... each of them possesses unique DNA strands that prevent them from developing dozens deadly boost, the kind that would cause immediate death. These others…” she turns to the other half of them “...have each developed antibodies that make them immune to different hero drug reactions that would poison their bodies in a matter of hours. However, individually, none of them stand a chance to be immune to hero-drugs. They just have a better chance than average, that’s all.”

Your mind finally grasps the reason behind Void and Psycopathor’s kidnappings. They weren’t taking boosts at random... they only wanted ones with complete medical records for Mother’s crazy experiment. She’s truly the one behind this all.

“Oh no,” you whisper realizing what she’s about to do. Elyise frowns as Mother Superior’s exposition reaches its high point.

“However, if all of their uniqueness was to be combined into one individual,” she says as she approaches the seat by the central device “... then complete immunity would be achieved.”

“Shit,” Elyise says. She now realizes it too. The crowd has gone completely silent by now.

“You shall all be witness to my ascension. I will drain what I need from them, produce a hybrid DNA infusing their life energy with my own. I will make my body a temple ready to receive the gifts of our greatest evolutionary science!  Once I undergo Ascension, I will be Immune to the danger of our sacred Drugs. I will become more than human! I will be an angel from the heavens, able to take on as many powers as I choose to boost myself with… and I will invite everyone here to drink from this chalice  after me!”

The crowd erupts in deafening, fanatical cheering of their self-proclaimed savior angel.

“We, are made of light, and today, we all become better! Today, we all shine together! Today, we become gods!” she cries out to her followers.

Psycopathor seems interested as he observes… maybe he’s even considering it as well. Just what the world needs.

“She’s gone completely nuts. We need to stop her long enough for the rangers to get here” you say bringing Elyise back to earth.

“I’ll distract her. You just find a way to show the rangers the way.”

“Distract her? How are you going to…”

But she’s already walking towards Mother Superior, making her way through the crowd.

“You are not a prophet or an angel. You’re no savior! You’re just lying to all of these people! You will only bring death!!”

Mother stops her speech turning towards Elyise as she climbs the stairs onto the stage.

“So you wish to interrupt me, young one. Why don’t you tell us all your name?”

“Gladly!” she answers, removing the robes in a swift motion letting the crowd gasp at the reveal.

The villain studies her up and down.

“Elyise… I should’ve known. You’ve been tracking me and my church for years now.”

“Let me take care of her” Psycopathor says walking forward, ready to take her down right there. Elyise raises an arm preparing her powers, but Mother motions for Psycopathor to stop.

“Stop. Let the fool say her piece. This ought to be interesting” she says with soft laughter, the crowd focused completely on the stage. “I’m attempting to stop the killing and bring a new age of free access to boosted powers to mankind. What right do you have to stop me?”

“You’re insane, and you’re dangerous.  You are making everyone believe they can be boosted when you know it’s a lie! You hear me?” she speaks to the crowd ”She’ll just get you all killed!”

The crowd doesn’t respond the way she expects tough, eyeing her with hostility. They’ve bought Mother’s lies for a long time now to trust a complete stranger over her.

“You’re wrong, hero. No matter the lies of the government, I know everyone CAN be boosted, and I’m the one who will make it happen. Lead mankind into its next stage! It is the only logical consequence of human intellect. Artifical, endless, precious evolution”  

“You’re killing people! Is that part of  your vision too?”

“Necessary sacrifices! So-called Heroes like you have far more blood on your hands, and you will bring no end to the scourge of boosted deaths. Only I can make hero-drugs safe for everyone!”

“Your vision? Don’t make me laugh. You’re just a fake, a liar, and you are… you are...“ her voice breaks.

“And what.? Can’t even finish your own insults?” she says laughing again

“... you are a murderer!  A terrible person. And a horrible mother!” Elyise says defiantly, removing her mask.

Mother steps back clearly shocked, and uncomfortable silence lasting for a few seconds. “R.. Riley?!”

Wow. You knew something was up between those two but you didn’t see this coming... A second reveal?! And she’s her daughter? That’s just nuts.

No one stops you as you make your way to the control booth since as far as distractions go, Elyise has gone above and beyond.

“Elyise… Riley… Was that some sort of failed attempt at an anagram?” Mother seems to say finally regaining some momentum.  “Nevermind child… It doesn’t really matter. What do you expect to accomplish?”

“You know precisely what I’m doing. I’m ending this madness!”

“Selfish brat! Can’t see beyond yourself and your misguided feelings! You should be helping me! You know the importance of my work! Why I have to do this!”

“The only thing I ever learned from you is that you need to be stopped!”

“Stopped? You can stop me, ingrate! I’ve almost delivered my dream! After tonight, boosted deaths will be a thing of the past!!”

“And how many will you kill for this?” Elyise points at the hostages behind her “How many will it be this time Mother? Have you told them about your OTHER experiments? Have you showed them how many of them failed?!” she says turning to the cultists who look like they’re caught inside some sort of soap-opera dimension. Some do actually seem a bit unsure now.

“All will be will be worth it after tonight!” she says in a confident, reassuring, angelical voice.

“You experimented on me! Your own daughter!”

“I made you BETTER! That is what everyone wants. You just can’t appreciate the gift for what it is! If anything you’re proof of my abilities! You have some of the strongest powers i’ve ever given to anyone!”

You finally reach the tech-booth. As fascinating as this is, you need to actually tell Ortega where you are Elyise’s family reunion will go badly.

“Move,” you say holding a hand over the guy’s shoulder. Your tone is soft, but the mental command is irresistible. He simply stands and joins the others as they watch the scene, Elyise (Or Riley) and Mother throwing barbs at each other.

It takes a few moments to find the Jammer controls and deactivate it, setting up a beacon instead, hoping the rangers will find it. You manage to turn off the alarms too.

You focus on the rest of the systems and realize you can access Mother’s DNA machine from here. The computer shows the status of each of the hostages' slabs, and the patient's life signs are indeed dropping as the process has already begun some time ago. The devices must definitely be extracting something out of them and concentrating it on the central device for Mother’s “Ascension”.  You have to be quick, yet you’ve no idea how this. The first few attempts at canceling the extraction fail, as prompts immediately pop up stating that it can’t be done at this stage.

Your fingers race trough the keyboard exploring alternative routes and nothing seems to work until…

You can sense the mind standing behind you. Masked among the crowd, he approached knowing you’d be distracted. Your hand reaches for your targeting scrambler but he is faster, holding your wrist.

“Stay still and don’t do anything stupid. Nobody knows you’re here, at least not yet”

“Void” you grumble.

“Oh, not calling me Nath anymore Sidestep?” he says mockingly.

“Why are you helping madmen? I thought you were in it for the money”

“There is money in this. More than you’d possibly think”

“Well I'm stopping it,” you say ready to rain fists upon his face

“You’re too late. I’ve already done that” he says tapping the screen. Your gaze turns to it, and you can see one of the pods is reporting a critical error… and then another.. And another. All of the patient’s slabs are failing, one after another as the process reaches 50%. “I set a virus to shut it down after half of it is complete so Mother won’t be able to tell the difference. It’s going to be a blast when she fucks up her own DNA up on that machine for all her followers to see.”

“You sabotaged this?” you say incredulously “What’s your angle?”

“So many angles. I’ve been paid by Mother to help keep her base secure, I got paid by Psycopathor to help him on the kidnappings. Also, I'm getting paid by three different lobbies that want Mother’s illegal research into hero-drug immunity to fail publically. Big-Pharma shares would crumble if suddenly anyone could get boosted without risks And I’m keeping a copy of her research too, in case I need a bargaining chip later, so I might get paid again later If I find the right buyer. All in all, it’s been VERY good business to visit in this hell-hole.”

“So you’re betraying everyone at the same time. For an asshole, you’re really consistent. And you’re telling me this why?”

“Because I’m going to be extremely rich. So, rich, I could even afford to forgive you. One last chance. We could be a team again. Join me, we get out of here together, and forget about all that nonsense” he says motioning to the escalating confrontation

Your gaze falls upon Elyise, who’s keeping back a few cultists with a telekinetic shield as Mother commands them to capture her, then back to Void.

“You know I won’t do that”

He sighs and pats your back, which makes you cringe on the seat.

“Suit yourself. When you realize your mistake it’ll be too late... Anyways, I’m leaving. Between you and me, I don’t think Psycopathor will the patient once Mother’s big experiment fails, so if you want to save anyone I'd hurry up,” he says turning and walking away before disappearing as his cloaking device activates.

As he goes out of sight, Psycopathor steps forward, going through Elyise’s telekinetic barrier and punches her chest while Mother simple observes how her own daughter is sent flying into the crowd.

She sits on the central device’s chair, steepling both pairs of hands in a decidedly diabolical gesture.

“Beggin Ascension” she orders her assistants who promptly remove a piece of her armors back, needles coming into her exposed skin while Psycopathor jumps down the stage approaching the fallen hero. The crowd moves out of his way.

“Shitshitshitshit,” you let out before rushing to stand in his way, taking off your hood and robe, not very sure about what to do next as he stares at you with incredulity before giving you a murderous smile.

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My fanfics: https://chaniters.tumblr.com/post/181692759294/my-fanfiction-for-fallen-hero

DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fan fiction using characters and the setting of the Fallen Hero: Rebirth and upcoming Fallen Hero: Retribution games written by Malin Riden. I do not claim ownership of any characters from the Fallen Hero wold. These stories are a work of my imagination, and I do not ascribe them to the official story canon. These works are intended for entertainment outside the official storyline owned by the author. I am not profiting financially from the creation of these stories, and thank the author for her wonderful game/s, without which these works would not exist.

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Sidestep asks: 3,17 & 32?

3. What is their villain name? Why did they choose it?

Knight. Both as a play on ‘blood knight’ and the morals he still upholds as a villain. He won’t target civilians. 

Of course, it’s a placeholder name for now… 

When he confronts his abusers, his true villain name reverberates throughout the nets of their fearful minds: 

Hericide. 

(He didn’t choose this name yet because it would reveal too much about him as a villain. Besides, he’s been out of the fighting scene for years: Hericide is too forceful for him to have done justice in his debut. 

Consider it a late-career name change if he ever goes down that particular line of theatrics. 

Certain conditions have to be met to achieve that, but right now, he’s enjoying the process that comes with gaining enough infamy to make something as innocuous as ‘Knight’ become a word associated with power, respect, and dread.)

17. What is their ultimate goal?

Revenge against his abusers. They’ve gotten away with too much. Especially ‘Mother.’

…at least, that’s what he’s aiming for as of Retribution. He never intended to live beyond their deaths. His run-in with Ortega at the diner threw a wrench in his plans. 

(He’s still furious at himself for that stupid slip-up.)

If there’s a Redemption arc on the horizon, depending on how things play out, he’ll have a new goal that’s far more wide-scale than his current one. Think at least state-wide for size and scope.

32. Do they favour forceful mind control or subtle manipulations?

Subtle Manipulations baby. He favours its versatility compared to outright forcing and attacking others with Strength of Mind. Experiencing either can have the target brush it off as a weird experience, but Markus prefers to be cautious and will choose Subtle to lower the chances of anyone adding up clues. 

Subtle has much potential, and he’s actively practicing it so that his telepathic manipulations go unnoticed: both from his victim and anyone who’s checking for foul play.

On the other hand, if he wants someone particularly depraved to suffer, (e.g. Psycopathor) he’s more than willing to telepathically torture them with Strength of Mind.

[sky-scribbles]

Some Chargestep cuddling for warmth because it’s cold, I’m sappy, and I was begged to write it. ~1400 words, nb!Sidestep x m!Ortega, Sidestep days, Ortega POV. Tw: mentions of canon-typical injury.

You hate waking from unconsciousness. But this isn’t so bad.

There’s no pitched battle seething around you, like usual. Instead there are arms, familiar arms, holding you still as you move to rise. A groan slops from your lips and the arms squeeze tighter. A voice says, ‘It’s okay. I got you.’

You breathe, blink, and the grey fuzz of your vision resolves itself. Into Wren. They’re kneeling, mask off, face smeared with bruises, and you’re draped over their lap with your head against their arm. The dull concrete walls of a warehouse surround you, and the air against your face is cold - but Wren, Wren is warm.

‘Hey,’ you manage, and their lips flicker into a smile.

‘Don’t move,’ they say.

Their eyes are fixed not on your face, but on your arms, where they’ve peeled back your suit to above your elbows. A tangle of cables snakes from the exposed ports across the room and into a fuse box. It’s a bizarre awakening, finding yourself at the centre of a labyrinth of wires, like you’re the product of a bizarre summoning circle.

(Your suit is unzipped at the back, too, baring the spinal ports. Which means the skin there is separated from Wren’s skin only by their coat and suit. Your breathing hitches in a way that’s nothing to do with the beating you took.)

‘Your mods went into overload.’ Wren’s arms uncoil from around you, and you almost grab them before they can let go. But they move too fast, and your limbs are too heavy, and a second later they’ve propped you against the cold of the wall, not the warmth of their lap. ‘I dragged you here, dug up some cables, and plugged you into the mains. Switched on your emergency venting.’

‘Mierda,’ you say, with feeling. Because that’s closer than even you usually come to death. ‘What would I do without you?’

‘All kinds of dumb shit.’

This time, you catch the nervous tremble of their lip, so you squeeze their arm. ‘Wouldn’t want that. Thanks, Wren.’

They look away, wrapping their arms around their body as if your gratitude is somehow dangerous. ‘Epsilon got away. You fried her armour with that last hit, and she ran. I could have gone after her, but you were…’

They gesture at your jury-rigged charging ports, your bloodied knuckles, your bruised face.

‘Don’t beat yourself up. Not for saving my ass.’ You give their arm one last squeeze before letting them go. ‘I mean, it’s a good one. Someone’s gotta keep it intact.’

Wren rolls their eyes, but there’s the faintest of smiles on their face as they reach down to detach the wires. ‘You’re back to full capacity. If you’re okay to move, and you’re not too worried about your ass, we should get after her.’

You push yourself a little more upright. ‘Wait. How long was I out?’

‘A few hours. It’s past midnight.’ Wren doesn’t look up from the cables. ‘I let her get away, and now she’s ahead of us, we need to –’

‘Have you slept?’

This time they do look up, and you know those eyes well enough to see the tiredness in them. ‘No. She might have come back to finish the job.’

You’re still groggy, because your body feels how nearly it died – but that’s not what makes you shake your head. It’s the darkness seeping in through the windows, the fact that you’re close enough to the desert and deep enough into winter that the night is biting. That Wren’s shivering under their coat. That they stayed awake for hours, cradling you, guarding you, keeping you warm.

‘Not a chance,’ you say, and pat the floor beside you. ‘You need to sleep.’

‘That could give her time to fix her armour -’

‘And it gives you a chance to not fight her half-asleep.’ They hesitate, and you roll your eyes. ‘Jesus, Wren. You don’t get to keep my dumb ass alive if you won’t let me keep your dumb ass alive.’

A half-second where they hover, biting their lip, watching you. Then they tuck their gun back into their belt and slump onto the floor beside you. ‘Ricardo Ortega, are you seriously arguing for caution?’

‘Where you’re concerned, yeah. Always.’

They raise their eyebrows, and you shrug and smile. Some things are not negotiable. Wren’s safety is one of them.

(You found that out after Psycopathor. After the way they screamed as the wreckage shifted and crushed them further into the ground.

Did they feel like that today? Burn like that, hearing you cry out, watching you fall?)

They fold their mask into a pillow and curl into a ball, drawing their knees against their chest. Still shivering, and you roll your eyes. ‘Wren. Don’t lie there on your own, it’s freezing.’

‘I’m good.’

You’re not having that. ‘Well, I’m cold.’

You lift one arm, and they glare at you for a second, then huff. ‘Do not make this weird.’

Which, fair. You kissed those bruised lips, after you dug Wren from the rubble. And then you never talked about it, because you were too afraid to hear them tell you it was a mistake, a brief madness, it won’t happen again. You’ve kept up the flirting and the grins, and Wren hasn’t stopped you. But every day you both act as if you never found out what it was like to feel the other’s breath in your lungs. That definitely qualifies as weird. 

But Wren shifts over anyway, rests their head against you, lets you drape your arm over their shoulders.

They’re a quick sleeper. A few minutes and their breathing’s different, slower, softer. And you hold them against you, wishing things weren’t weird so that you could play with their hair a little. You settle for watching their face, mapping out imaginary constellation-lines between their moles. An hour in, and the rhythm of your breathing has steadied to match theirs. You’re not close enough to feel their heartbeat but you can somehow sense it, as if every inch of your body has attuned to them.

It occurs to you that you’d really, really like to kiss them again.

But even more, you want to not do it, so they can sleep. You want to let Wren rest, hold them and feel their heartbeat, not because you think they’re fragile but because you know they’re strong. And you want them to be strong when you find Epsilon again, because then they can’t be hurt. You want them to never hurt again. You want  –

Shit, you want so much. You want everything. You don’t ever want your lungs to stop matching Wren’s breathing. You want to stroke their hair away from their face. You want to warm their body against yours until they forget what it was ever like to be cold.

A breath leaves you, slow, crystallising in the air before dispersing. It’s cold, and Wren’s warm, and you –

- You’re in love with them, of course.

Now how the hell did that happen?

Wren stirs in their sleep, and you let out another breath. Later. Later, you’ll give a damn. Later you’ll second-guess and soul-search and flail over what you’re supposed to do about this. But right now Wren is asleep against you and there are goosebumps running through your insides, and you’re smiling, you’re full, and you love them.

And maybe you run your thumb over their cheek. Ever so slightly. Barely enough to feel the friction of their skin against yours.

When they stir awake a few hours later, there’s a moment where they look at you. And you’re still looking at them, and you both know why you’re looking, and it would be so easy to lean a little closer and –

But you’re pretty sure that would qualify as making it weird, so you just smile and bop their forehead with one finger.

And it doesn’t feel all that strange, walking out into the morning together, laughing with them and fighting with them and knowing that you love them. You’ll deal with it later, so for now it just feels a little breathless, and a little cosy. Like jolting from unconsciousness into warm and waiting arms.

[fallenhero-rebirth]

Who caused the most damage to life and property overall? A.-Catastrofiend, B.- Psycopathor, C.- Heartbreak, D.- The Nanosurge or E.- Hollow Ground?

D

[ladyintheattic]

yo i’ve been writing alot this month and all i can think of is my poor pre-heartbreak sidestep dealing with the fact she actually has friends haha

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It was a mistake. You messed up. Misstepped.

The man was probably drunk. Seemed like an alright guy, if your careful scan of all the bar’s patronages upon your entering can be trusted. If it can be trusted. He must have been tripping, falling over his laces, grabbed for your elbow, wanting to be steady, wanting the room to stop spinning.

You bet it spun worse when you flipped him, throwing him over your shoulder into another patron’s table, cracking it in two. You hadn’t meant to; it had been instinct. Reflex.

Your heart stops, your mind finally catching up with your body. The table had hardly finished breaking into splinters before you felt someone’s hand gather up your collar, yanking you upwards, upwards into the face of a man twice your size. The drunk man has a friend. Your feet dangle inches off the floor, and you taste his breath as he snarls at you, his face too close. You also taste ozone.

Ortega’s fist is a blur, and so’s your new enemy’s head. You hear Anathema yelling on your right, and you wonder for a split second if you can somehow stop this imbroglio: halt the ensuing chaos. A foolish thought. You’ve messed up. You’ve messed up, and now you have to pay for it.

Mistakes are not to be tolerated.

You tug your bandana over your nose, hearing the man’s head make a painful sound as it collides with the bar. Chairs scraping the floor as others stand, every muscle in every body in the filthy old bar tense and ready to fight. They don’t know what they’re in for: who they’re looking at. Or maybe they do, and are just too excited or stupid to understand how outmatched they are.

“Come and get it, pendejos.” Ortega’s grinning, but it’s not the same gleeful one he normally wears to bar-fights. He’s usually the one who picks them, so often you swear it’s damn near a hobby or a pastime for him. This grin is wrong, manic. Angry.

They do. They do ‘come and get it’. The noise is overwhelming: fists everywhere, chairs flying, bottles breaking against skulls, screams as Anathema’s acid eats through someone’s skin. Reflexes kicking in once more, you find yourself landing hits; surface-reading the minds of your combatants just fast enough for you to dodge, block, dance around the damage. You’re good at this, at fighting multiple opponents, it’s what you’ve trained for, but even you would’ve ended up a bloody smear on the floor without the Rangers’ help.

You make out the solid presence of Steel behind you as your kick sends someone somersaulting over another table. Ortega on your left, Anathema on your right. You’re boxed in. Defended.

Protected.

The crack of wood against body startles you out of your reflections. To the far left, past a pile of chairs and bodies, you catch the last moments of a man crumbling, collapsing onto the cold floor, the remains of a table laying in pieces all around him. Ortega’s work no doubt.

You freeze. Everyone freezes. The room is silent but for the odd shuffle of nervous feet or the huffing of a particularly heavy breather nearby. It seems Ortega’s last act of brutality sent them back to their senses. You’re still not sure if you’re back to yours.

Almost before your mind can catch up with this second wave of shifting mood, Steel steps out form behind you, fists already unclenched and a face passive, but firm. “Everyone stay put,” he pulls his badge from his pocket and nudges Ortega to do the same. Anathema follows. “We need to sort this out.” His eyes flick to Ortega’s a for a split moment. “Officially this time.”

You can’t help it:  you feel yourself slinking back behind Steel and Ortega’s taller, more noticeable forms. It’s no good. Face still covered, you still feel the heat of the stares, hot like high-powered laser pistols. Your skin crawls, prickling like needles. You don’t produce a badge like your compatriots, you can’t, and you can feel the whole crowd taking note if it. Fuck.

Steel has already moved into action, Ortega at his hip, standing at the bar talking to the barkeep, who is also probably the owner, and probably wanting to keep this whole Rangers incident as off-the-books as possible; Ranger fights in your pub can’t be good for business. You wonder if they will oblige him. You wonder if they’ll clean this up. Clean up your blunder. You doubt it.

“This will not do.” A cold sweat breaks out over your brow. A mistake. An error. A mess. The Directive will not stand of it. Many more of these, and you will be up for some reeducation. Up for poking, prodding, cutting. Cutting away. Changing you.

“Your performance was… less than adequate. You make mistakes like this out there… well, we can’t have that.” No movement. Hardly even breathing. You know better than to try and excuse it or explain yourself. Or attempt to apologize. Apologies don’t happen here. Being sorry isn’t encouraged. After all, tools can’t be sorry.

“Never. Again. Do you understand, Unit B74-”

Hand on your shoulder, you nearly jump, nearly attempt the same over-the-shoulder move you had implemented on the stumbling drunk man. You’re glad you don’t, although you feel your heart in your throat. It’s Anathema, looking at you with an odd, pinched look across her features. “You alright Becky?” She tugs gently on your bandana, though not enough to pull it down, she knows better. “Are you hurt?”

“I understa- I mean. Yeah I’m. Fine.” The cracks in your voice surprise you, as does the hammering of your heartbeat in your ears.

“You look really pale,” her hands find yours as she attempts to lead you to one of the few upright chairs. “And you’re shaking.”

“I’m fine.” You pull your hands from hers; you can’t sit down yet. Too much adrenaline still pumps through your veins. Too much fear. No one had a camera on did they? No one pulled out their phone and started recording the fight for some soon-to-be-chain-email, right? Did anyone note your face? Would any of them recognize you if they say you on the street now? What about the bar’s security cameras? What if someone-

“You’re not fine,” startling again, you feel her sharp gaze looking your face over despite most of it still being covered. “You look like you’re about to pass out.”

“I-”

“Beck!” Ortega is at your side, his arm gently brushing against you. You can practically feel the effort he’s exerting to keep his hand out of yours. “We think we’ve got all this sorted out,” his mouth spreads into an all-too-familiar smug smile. “The Rangers gotta shell out a bit of cash for the chairs and tables, but other than that it’s like nothing even happened here.”

You’re frozen again. Wait, so the Rangers are going to waste money on this? Is that even allowed: you aren’t even a Ranger, and only debuted as Sidestep a few months ago. It’s not like you’re particularly valuable to them, at least not yet.

“But… Can you? Do that?”

“Of course!” He raises his hand to his chest in mock indignation. “I’m the marshal, and I’ve had a few more bar-fights than you I’ll bet. Not the first time Wei’s had to deal with cleanup either.” He winks past you, at Steel, who only gives an annoyed grunt in return.

“Yeah, but-” You stop yourself. Why are you arguing with them? Probably because you don’t believe it; when you do things wrong you get punished for them, not just by the Directive, but also by life in general. Life doesn’t work like this, at least not for you.

No one has ever done something like this for you… but then again, you’ve never had friends that would jump headlong into a bar-fight for you either. Never had friends before.

“It’s really okay Becky,” Anathema nods over to Steel. “We saw the whole thing. We know how it is: sometimes you get jumpy, instincts kick in and, well, this is usually the result.” She shrugs, as though she were talking about breaking a mug or slipping on ice. As though it was fine, expected, normal.

“I was getting tired of this dive-bar anyway,” Ortega claps and hand on your shoulder, almost knocking you over for how faint you feel. “And it’s still pretty early, so lets try the next place! I heard one opened last week a few blocks down!

Nod. You’re trying to nod, or smile under the bandana, or do anything. You can’t. You’re body is still waiting. Waiting for the punishment. The fear still hasn’t run its coarse, but something new is blooming in your chest. You can’t name the feeling, or even describe it.

All you know is that you want to cry.

“Th… Thank you, guys.” You swallow hard. “And… sorry. About the mess.”

“Don’t worry about it,” he gives you a light shake and a wink before letting your shoulder free, heading for his jacket he has slung over the bar. “We’re a team nowadays aren’t we?”

Finally. Finally, you smile. “If you say so, old man.”

[fallenhero-rebirth]

Do we/Sidestep have any information on the Rat King's origins? it doesn't seem like Psycopathor would've had the skills to engineer them, so did he find them somewhere? or does his psi-sensitivity give him the skills he needed to make them?

The Rat-Kings origin is a mystery, they remember a lab, but Psychopathor was the one that stole them and brought them into the outside world.

[fallenhero-rebirth]

So, Psycopathor vs Catastrofiend, who would win?? and how much destruction would they cause in the fight?

Hmmm I would have to say the Catastrofiend, and the damage would be huge. No holds barred there, and Psychopathor tends to cause property damage in the millions.

[chaniters]

Training Montage

Next part of @kruk-art’s Awan Cormac fic.

Heavy Chargestep in the Ranger’s training room.

 Anathema in here too. 

Mild spoilery stuff 

Enjoy!!

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You gasp for breath, lying motionless on the ground. That actually hurt. 

“I DID IT!!!!” Anathema cheers loudly. “I really did it!”

“Of course you did” you grin weakly “Ouch”

“Darn are you ok?” he says turning to you

“Yeah, I'm ok, don’t worry. That’s why we’re using a matt” 

Anathema extends a hand to you, smiling broadly. You get up only to get hugged

“Thanks!” he says

“Anytime” you chuckle. It’s weird but you never feel uncomfortable when he’s around. There’s something in his mind that inspires safety. That should make him dangerous in your book but it’s actually the other way around. Or perhaps you just enjoy taking a break from being suspicious of everyone and everything.  

“I need to take a break,” he says heading for the large couch by the pool.

“Oh you’re the one tired?” you say smiling.

“Well, it was me doing all the job! I was the one learning the throw, remember? All you had to do was fall flat on your ass”

“Fair point” you laugh taking a water bottle from the fridge. 

You always loved training, but you’ve never done this with an actual friend. The closest was learning with Nathaniel but he never really saw you as an equal. There’s something intoxicating about it. 

“What are you two up to?” a voice comes from the elevator. Ortega, wearing no shirt -because Ortega-, training shorts and a towel on his neck. 

“He just taught me the throw he did on Psycopathor!” Anathema answers excitedly.

“Oh, he did…?” 

“Yeap. I can throw anyone now. I don’t even need superpowers anymore.”

“That’s not fair!” he says turning to you, and stepping into the combat training matts the two of you assembled

“What do you think you’re doing?” you ask 

“I want to learn that throw too. You know, for super-heroic purposes. Also, lots of people who need to be tossed around. ”

“You already have enhanced speed and strength. And you can fry opponents who get too close. Why even train martial arts?”

“There’s always someone stronger or faster than you. Just want to be ready, isn’t that why we train?” 

“It is” you concede 

“So teach me” he grins confidently, facing you.

“I don’t know... It’s getting late“ you say, though there’s no one else for you to be right now. Still, you start walking away. 

“Oh, I understand… I mean, I get it, if you’re not confident in your combat skill enough to teach me just because I'm stronger or faster than you then you don’t need to....”

You turn to face him again, your lips moving before your brain has time to process.

“Who said I'm not confident in my combat skill?!

“Well, I don’t know… You’ve been training with Anathema a lot, but you always leave when I come down here.  Sounds like you’re avoiding something. But it’s ok, you’re sort of good with martial arts,  and it’s probably easier to train with someone with your same build, losing’s not fun after all”

“Sort of good? Losing?” You say, venom dripping from your lips “You know what?  Maybe I can teach you that throw right now.”

“Maybe I can teach you a thing or two as well!” he says, the smile still stuck to his lips. It’s infuriating. 

“I doubt it. Also, I have terms. If I do this, I get to use this training room whenever I want. And I get free energy drinks from the fridge. And Steel doesn’t get to kick me out”

He flinches before smiling again.

“You know the fight with Steel I'll have about that?”

“Take it or leave it!”

“Fine, you’ve got a deal. But my Mom’s home meals in that fridge, are off bounds, you monster!”

“We’ll see about that,” you say as you motion for him to come closer. “Let’s go. Hit me”

“I won’t hold back” 

“It’d be your funeral if you did” you grin.

“Someone’s confidence is high. Let’s see how that holds up!” he charges at you.

He’s fast. Really really fast, very strong, and you can’t read his mind. On the other hand, his posture is sloppy, the attack reckless and his movements careless. 

You deflect him with an inner forearm block, immediately pulling his arm around with a circular motion as you move in, shoving your back against his chest as fast as you can, grab him by the shoulder, and then simply tip him over using his own impulse. 

He looks completely confused as he lies down on the matt. 

“Ow?” he asks tentatively. 

“Hey, that wasn’t the Psycopathor throw!” Anathema points out.

“You’re right. That wasn’t Aikido. It was Krav Maga”

“… how many martial arts do you know?” Ortega asks as he takes your offered arm and stands up.

You’d rather not answer that one. He really has no idea. “Let’s try again!” you say with a mischievous grin.  “This time I'll show you the actual throw”

You gon on explain the move, letting him do it on you a few times slowly. Then Anathema joins in, and they both practice together for a while before he heads towards the treadmills. 

You keep training with Ortega, and you’re surprised to find he’s a really fast learner, taking in the basic moves much faster than you expected.  

Minutes go by faster turning to hours. Anathema’s comings and goings are your only time measurement in here. He comes back to do some weights, then boxing practice against the punching ball, finally heading to the pool. Steel shows up to do some treadmill too, staying only for a short while, observing you an Ortega with mild disapproval before heading back to the quarter’s area. 

There’s something joyous about this that you can’t outright explain. It’s exhausting and you’re getting all manner of bruises by competing against Ortega’s mods (which he keeps apologizing for) but there’s nothing you’d rather be doing. Your mind starts to wander into the past, to the long training with Nathaniel and other instructors. 

But this is infinitely different. Even if you liked the training, it was always about punishments or rewards. Beat enough of your peers and Nathaniel would arrange for you to get the violin lessons you wanted. Fall down on your ass enough time, and you’d be downgraded for weeks. Be the worst, and you’d be the automatic volunteer for every experiment they needed. 

You really hated losing.

But there’s no punishment now. Training with him is its own reward. He looks so darn pleased when he gets a move right. Because you taught him. Because he actually likes you. 

A really close friend. You’ve both saved each other’s lives more than once now. 

You notice you’re losing focus as the training goes on. You can’t manage to time your breathing right, you’re getting clumsy and your stomach keeps tingling inexplicably. More worryingly, you don’t want it to stop.   

By the time Anathema comes back from the pool and sits on the couch to watch some TV you’re both exhausted. 

“One last round?” He asks panting

You just nod, too tired to speak. You walk to the center of the matt, and get ready, inviting him to try to attack you again, just like when you started. 

He comes at you with a feint to the side which you see coming, forcing you to step back. He throws a few punches, much shorter and fast this time, not giving you a chance to close in the distance. You take your time, until you see a mistake on his posture, and move in to try to knock him off his feet… 

… and then you’re lying on your back. It was so darn fast you couldn’t even see it. He did the Aikido throw on you.

He pins you down, holding your arms to the side as you struggle fruitlessly.

“HEY! ANNIE! I DID IT!” 

“What?” Anathema asks without taking his gaze from the TV

“I fucking got him! Look!” 

“Good on you Marshal,” Annie says dismissively.

“Noooooo you have to look!” he goes on, while you struggle fruitlessly under him. “I need a witness!”

Something’s definitely wrong, and you’re feeling weirded out by the second. 

His hands holding your wrists apart, his bare chest against you, his legs against yours…  It’s not the first time you’ve been pinned down but you’ve never felt this. Something’s making your stomach tingle and you’re getting really scared.

You’re panicking, and your struggle becomes more desperate.

“Hey hey, don’t be a sore loser!” he says turning to you, his leg rubbing against your thigh...and then both of you freeze on the spot.

 You’re trapped. Trapped in a way you’ve never felt before. He’s shocked because he’s clearly seeing something in your own expression that he didn’t expect to see, and you realize too slow that you’re blushing intensely. 

His grip softens and you feel yourself trembling, but you can’t bring yourself to try break free… he opens his mouth, about to say something…

“Hey, guys! Guys! Come see this mess right now, it’s all over the news! We might need to do something. There’s a new villain lose!”

“W...What?” Ortega asks distracted letting go. 

You take the chance to quickly crawl from under him, your whole body still tingling for whatever reason.

 He turns to you but you quickly turn away, focusing on the TV screen. You have to look away. 

You can’t let him see your face like this. You never want anyone to see you like this. 

You hate whatever *this* is. 

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My fanfics: https://chaniters.tumblr.com/post/181692759294/my-fanfiction-for-fallen-hero

DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fan fiction using characters and the setting of the Fallen Hero: Rebirth and upcoming Fallen Hero: Retribution games written by Malin Riden. I do not claim ownership of any characters from the Fallen Hero wold. These stories are a work of my imagination, and I do not ascribe them to the official story canon. These works are intended for entertainment outside the official storyline owned by the author. I am not profiting financially from the creation of these stories, and thank the author for her wonderful game/s, without which these works would not exist.

[chaniters]

Fallen

Sidestep makes his case against Elyise before Reaper, and reveals the data rod. Things take a twist for the worse.

Following @kruk-art Awan’s fiction i’m writting! Only a few more parts to the end.

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His empty skeletal sockets stare right into you, a red shimmer the only indication that there’s something inside. He listens to you without saying a single word. You can sense his mind rushing to assimilate all the information you’ve brought to him.

Reaper’s angry… no, he’s furious, but doing everything he can to remain calm. 

You’ve told him everything, laid out all the evidence. He’s the one who handed Elyise her new costume, gadgets, a new suit, a movie, sponsored her to join the rangers... 

Of course, he’s mad at the possibility that he got played. 

“I’m glad you brought this to me first Sidestep” he in a glacial, calmed tone. “But there must be some other explanation… Anyone could have just bought those drill drones, my company sells them everywhere.”

“I’m sorry. I know how much you appreciate her, but you have to face the facts…  I wish it didn’t have to be like this”

“No. I refuse to believe this Sidestep. It’s can’t be...!”

“That’s not all Reaper. I’ve got this,” you say extending your hand. “The Loanshark had a data-rod with her name on it. It’s encrypted and I couldn’t open it so far”

He runs a hand through his white forehead, before letting out a long sigh. 

“This just keeps getting worse,” he says frustrated, shaking his head. “Fine. Give me that” he states in the end.

“Here,” you say passing it over. He studies it with his skeletal fingers, before pushing the lever that makes his wheelchair move forward towards the mainframe. A panel opens revealing a slot, in which he inserts the rod.

“Charon, can you identify the encryption in this rod?” he asks.

“Of course master. Processing.” it states. It takes much less time than you’d expect. Charon must be more advanced than anything the farm had before you left. 

“It corresponds with an outdated version of an encryption system originating in the Ministry of State Security of China, master”

“Good. Please begin decryption protocols and show us the contents once you are done.”

“Processing” Charon replies, the red logo on the screens flashing a few times.

He seems really devastated. You can’t bear to look at him in this state, trying to deny Elyise’s involvement with all his being. You wander through the room instead. 

You’ve never seen an Artificial Intelligence before, and Charon does not disappoint. Your hacking toolkit of a phone looks childish compared it with the futuristic mainframe. So this is what money can do...

As the story goes, this one was created by the Defenders Society former scientist, Vitruvian, before he decided to switch to the dark side. 

There are all kinds of memorabilia in the old Headquarters of the Defenders Society, including old pictures of the team’s composition through the years. 

Reaper looks… skeletal, just like now in them, though his bones look whiter in the past. He’s surrounded by legendary heroes. Miss Luck, Vitruvian, Hood before he joined the Rangers, Captain Blaze,  Lady Airstrike… the list goes on. The last one has only a handful of members, the year Hood left to turn into a Ranger, and then there are no more pictures, as the team dissolved after Reaper retired.  

He waits by the mainframe while you examine the trophies until Charon announces the decryption’s complete.  

“Let’s get this done,” he says disgusted “Charon… whenever you’re ready”

“It would seem to be video footage master. Allow me to play it”

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The screen lights up with a black and white video, displaying an unsteady visual from what seems to be some sort of hovering drone camera, filming an alley with a small store on the left. 

A limousine stops on the street at the far end, the doors opening. A man and a woman come down, their backs to the camera. The man wears a suit and a round clear mask, and as he turns to say something to the driver, you can see  it’s a smiley mask. 

He wraps an arm around the woman, who seems rather reluctant, motioning her to walk forward. She looks back at the limousine with concern in her face… and there’s no doubt about her being a younger Elyise. She says some words to the man, who simply shakes his head and keeps motioning her forward, his other hand in his pocket…

Suddenly the glass window of the shop explodes, as a hulking figure comes trough, falling flat on the pavement. It tries to incorporate letting you take a good look at it. It’s a man inside a power suit that becomes easily recognizable. Psycopathor. 

Another figure comes trough, walking over the glass. Marshall Hood, arms raised. His powers make the debris start floating around Psycopathor, who looks to be about to get it. Hood doesn’t seem to have noticed Smiley man or Elyise…

The Smiley man shoves Elyise forward, and she stumbles a few steps ahead. She looks back at the Smiley man as if to plead for something, but he simply looks at his watch. She has a defeated look on her face as she turns to face Hood. 

Extending both palms towards him, she advances, making all of the floating debris falls down back to the floor. Hood turns to her, startled, but quickly responds, waves his own palm in her direction forcefully. The camera shakes violently. The Smiley man takes one step back, as everything in the alley seems to be vibrating. 

Hood and Elyise stare down at each other as their powers clash. Several empty glass bottles on the ground explode under pressure.   Hood looks as if he was exerting an incredible amount of strength. 

Elyiss falls on her knees, visibly screaming something, but the Smiley man steps behind her, putting a hand on her shoulder as if to encourage her to continue. 

She stands up and manages to advance again onto Hood, who seems to be weakening by the second. Finally, it’s Hood who stumbles backward, his abilities negated. 

Psycopathor, having had time to recover, gets to his feet and leaps at  Hood, who’s too slow to avoid him while resisting Elyise… Psycopathor takes Hood into the arms of his power suit, in a brutal bear-hug, crushing him. Hood seems to be screaming something… 

Psycopathor finally lets go of him, his suit bloodened. Smiley man pats Elyise’s hair, satisfied with her work, advancing onto the fallen Hero as he tries to crawl away from Psycopathor. Smiley sends a few kicks at Hood’s stomach. 

Elyise leans on a wall and throws up on the floor as he does.  

Smiley forces Hood to roll over with his shoe, as he screams in pain. He kneels to whisper something in Hood’s ear before standing up again. 

He puts on a pair of gloves from his pocket… and then produces something else… a gun. 

Two quick shots, one to the chest, one to the head, and Hood is put out of his misery.  It’s over.

Smiley hands over the gun to Psycopathor, who crushes it with his powered gauntlets and throws it aside. Smile walks up to Elyise, pointing at the limousine. 

Elyise takes a last look before rushing behind them.  

The car starts, and they are gone. A few minutes after, you can see another man walking up to the fallen Hood. It’s Charge, who tries to reanimate him. You can see him looking for a heartbeat in his chest… crying for help… 

The drone turns and flies away, following the limousine. It comes down to its level, next to the back seat. Smiley opens the window, catching the camera with his hands, and the video ends.  

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You are speechless.

“Who… “ you start.

“Hollow Ground”. Reaper answers drily. “Smiley mask was his thing for a short while back then. He likes to follow trends”

“So Elyise…”

“And Psycopathor yes…”

The slot opens once more and the rod comes out, Reaper taking it back in his hand. 

“Alright, you’ve made your case Sidestep. We need to arrest her. Do you believe she’ll resist?”

“Given everything she’s done…” you say still looking at the black screen. “If she’s using her own mother as a weapon then I wouldn’t take my chances.” 

“I understand. Tell me, does that gun of yours, have a stunning setting?”

You nod slowly.

“Let me see it… I’m not sure it can go through her suit” he asks, his mind unsettled by the idea of shooting an ally.

“Here,” you say.

He fiddles with it for a moment, before raising his glowing gaze.

“I’m sorry, Sidestep”

“For what…?” 

Too late you realize his thoughts of regret were never about shooting Elyise. 

The blast is almost instantaneous, making you recoil with every muscle as you watch him hold the smoking gun, still aimed at your chest.

“I’m afraid I already knew about Riley’s past sins. She was so eager to achieve some form of redemption… Her mother used her, then Hollow Ground did the same... and when she decided to stop running and face her demons, she came to me. People looking for a savior are very easy to manipulate you know? She was the perfect tool, but it was her mother who became the true star in the end.” 

You try to move, but your arms are legs don’t respond as they should and your suit smells of burnt plastics and nanofabric. You are struggling as it is to cling to consciousness and the words coming from Reaper’s mouth aren’t helping. 

“I’m sorry for the charade... should have knocked you down sooner, but I needed to see how much you knew… Also, I had never seen how my friend actually died,” he adds looking at the data rod. “This was a good reminder of what’s at stake”

You try to speak, but your mouth’s completely numb. 

“I’m impressed that you went this far, even if you were following the wrong lead. Didn’t think the Loanshark would be in good enough condition to rat on Elyise, I mean Catastrofiend hit him really really hard! Got to love the miracles of modern medicine, right?  This will force me to rush my plans quite a bit”

“W.. why?” you manage to gurgle, your tongue still numb with static.

“That’s really your question right now?” he says rising from the wheelchair he clearly doesn’t need. “What happened to the more obvious stuff like ‘What are you going to do with me, Reaper?’ Shouldn’t you be worried about that instead?”

“Tell me… w... Why…”

You can sense he is smiling, as he kneels down to talk to you.

“I really like you kid. Why… alright, I’ll tell you why. I’m doing this because this country is going straight to hell, and I’m the one who’s going to save it. I’m doing this because people like Hollow Ground...” he says pointing at the screen “...still exist unchecked! But no more. In just one month I’ve slaughtered his entire organization and run him out of town. This city is now drug-free. Catastrofiend is the future! It can sense the drugs wherever they are! Just Imagine the possibilities.”

There is something different in his mind as he speaks. Something new, unraveling like a nightmare that had remained hidden… 

“Y..ou are … mad.”

“That’s a funny word Sidestep. Perhaps I am. Perhaps I’m mad with rage. Perhaps these drugs ruined everything I’ve done in my life. All my friends, dead or turned to criminals and murderers. All my aspirations ruined. I don’t even have a face to look in the mirror thanks to them…  And I tried to convince myself I could achieve my goals through peaceful means, but you saw how that ended, right…? Didn’t it make your blood boil? I sensed the fire in you, that day the hospital burned down. It’s time to take the gloves off and let everyone get what they have coming. The Corporations, the politicians, the cowards like Hollow Ground and Psycopathor… I will make them all pay. Their power comes from drugs, so I’ll take it away.”

“You can’t... do that...” you say almost in whisper. 

“Oh I can. With the Catrastrofiend’s help, I’m going to ignite the flame and start a war on drugs the likes this country has never seen. I’ll save the whole world If they let me, Sidestep. I really hope you’ll want to be on board with it.”

His mind is different. Something happened to him… something bad. It reminds you of… that monster’s thoughts. Whatever he’s planing it will make the massacres look tame. 

 “I trusted… you…”

“I haven’t changed. It’s this world that keeps sinking lower and lower. You must have seen it already…”

F… fu... ck… you…” is your best answer, given the circumstances.

“Shame. That’s the same thing Elyise said. You have really bad timing, you know? If you had joined forces this could have gone very differently. I just hope that the two of you’ll come to your senses eventually. I’ve got places to be so sweet dreams” he says pointing the gun at you once more. 

All you can do is close your eyes as the second painful blast puts your lights out.

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My Fanfics: https://chaniters.tumblr.com/post/181692759294/my-fanfiction-for-fallen-hero

DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fan fiction using characters and the setting of the Fallen Hero: Rebirth and upcoming Fallen Hero: Retribution games written by Malin Riden. I do not claim ownership of any characters from the Fallen Hero wold. These stories are a work of my imagination, and I do not ascribe them to the official story canon. These works are intended for entertainment outside the official storyline owned by the author. I am not profiting financially from the creation of these stories, and thank the author for her wonderful game/s, without which these works would not exist.

[sky-scribbles]

That conversation about the first time Ortega asked Sidestep out always intrigued me, so... ~1600 words, nb!Sidestep x m!Ortega. Tw: mentions of blood and canon-typical injury. I honestly don’t know if this is soft or angsty.

‘You have a visitor, Mr Ortega.’

You drag yourself up into a sitting position, and instantly regret it. The Catastrofiend really did a number on you.  The stitches are fresh, and even the smallest movements send pain lancing through your abdomen – but you grit your teeth and manage to grin at the nurse. There’s only one person who’d be visiting you at this hour of the morning. ‘Tell them to come on in.’

He nods and heads outside. Voices murmur in the corridor. Then the door opens, just wide enough for Wren to slip through.

They push the door shut so carefully you nearly joke that a loud noise won’t reopen your wounds. But you don’t. You’re not sure they’re in a mood for jokes right now. Because hey’re not coming any further into the room, just leaning against the wall, hands stuffed into the sleeves of their much-too-big-hoodie. Frowning at you. Specifically, at the bandages constricting your entire chest below the ribcage.

You glance down, and see to your relief that they’re not bloodstained. You’ve torn out stitches in the past by thrashing in your sleep, but these are holding.

Good. They need to hold. Because once the Catastrofiend was down, Wren cried. They cried as they scooped you up in their arms and you lay there, a puddle of blood and limp limbs. You’d never seen them cry before, not even after the Nanosurge, but as they clamped their hands over your wounds and begged you to hold on, they cried.

You don’t want to see them cry again. Not over you.

So you smile at them. ‘Hey, Wren-bird.’

‘Hey.’ Barely more than a whisper. ‘You look a mess.’

‘Well, so do you.’ You don’t just mean the bruises and cuts from the fight; there are deep shadows clinging beneath their eyes. ‘Did you even go home after they brought me in? Have you even slept?’

Their eyes flicker aside. ‘Um. No. I mean, I didn’t sleep, but I did go home. Just to change out of my suit and get something to eat.’

‘You didn’t have to come straight back.’

‘No. But I wanted to.’ Wren takes a step closer. Eyes fixed on your bandages again, not moving up to your face. ‘How bad is it?

You run a cautious hand over the places where the Catastrofiend tore you open. Then you stop, because mierda, your abdomen really doesn’t like being touched. ‘They haven’t given me the full damage report. All I know is that it hurts like hell, and it’s going to leave some very impressive scars.’

A moment later, you realise this was a mistake, because Wren’s gaze drops right down to the floor.

‘Not that I mind adding to the collection,’ you say. Too quickly, because you need to make sure they know that everything’s okay, because you will not make them cry over you again. ‘It’s just proof that I’ve lived, right?’

‘Proof that you nearly died. I should’ve got there faster.’

And their words are sharp and brittle, their fists are bunched so tightly that their hands are shaking – and suddenly you’re reaching over, ignoring the scream of protest from your lower chest as you stretch out to snag their hand in yours.

‘Wren. Hey.’ You give their arm a little tug. ‘Come on. Sit down. I’m not worth crying over again.’

And they do, dragging a chair over and slumping into it. Small fingers gripping yours so tightly that you can feel their pulse.

‘I’m not going to cry,’ they say, and thank god, they’re smiling a little. ‘I already let you get beat up. If I cry over you, I’ll probably short out your mods to boot.’

You chuckle and squeeze their hand. ‘You didn’t let me get beat up, you saved my ass. I was never worried.’ Not really a lie; you were scared that you were going to die, but you were never scared that Wren wouldn’t be there. ‘I trusted you, and you proved for the millionth time why that’s the best decision I ever made. Why you’re the best decision I ever made.’

Which makes their smile widen, just a fraction.

And you understand, of course. You know why they’re kicking themselves and staring at your bandages, why they waited all night and wouldn’t let themselves sleep. They thought they were going to lose you. Like you thought you’d lose them, back when Psycopathor bore down on them.

But they’re here, and they’re alive, and you’re alive, and it feels suddenly important to do something about that. Like reach out with your free hand (shit, shit, moving is not a fun experience) and tuck your fingers around their head. Give them the lightest pull. And they roll their eyes, but lean in and kiss you all the same.

Soft. Careful. The warmth of their breath and the press of their lips reminding you that you’re not dead. Not alone, either. 

And it’s that last thought that makes the words slip out as the kiss breaks. ‘Hey. Once they let me out of here... do you want to get dinner with me?'

Well. Okay. You just said that. Which shouldn’t be a surprise, because you’ve been planning to say it for months, but you didn’t plan it like this, and you can hardly blame Wren for blinking at you like a bewildered owl. ‘Are you sure you can even cook in this state?’

Talking keeps you from thinking too much about this whole situation, so that’s what you do. ‘I was thinking dinner dinner. You know. Somewhere nice.’

‘You mean…’ The confused-owl-look twists into a frown. ‘You mean like… a date?’

‘Well. Yeah.’

Wren holds the frown a moment longer, then screws up their face as if you’ve just announced that you’ve decided to grow a moustache. ‘Why?’

‘Because I want to take you out to dinner.’ You trail a fingertip over their cheek, mapping lines between the moles. ‘You and me, we’ve been… well, we’ve been something for the last few months, right?’

They nod, but their gaze is guarded. You know this expression. It’s the one they get whenever they complain about the static that hides your mind from theirs. ‘Why are you asking me?’

A slight stress on me. Your guts twinge, and you don’t think it’s to do with the Catastrofiend’s handiwork.

‘Because... because you don’t put up with my bullshit. Because you’re smart as hell. Because of that cute little I’m-concentrating face you do when you’re reading your precious Shakespeare or solving a crossword in thirty seconds. Because you never leave anyone behind. Because you care about everything, more than anyone else I’ve met.’ You flash a grin at them. Reach up to twirl their hair between your fingers. ‘Because you’re you, Wren-bird.’

They have to say something now, surely. They’ll return your smile, any second now. But they don’t. They don’t even look at you. Their free hand runs over the sleeve of their hoodie, nails raking at the fabric as if they’re trying to reach through it and tear something out of their skin.

‘Wren.’ You give their hand another squeeze, try to get a look at their eyes. ‘Are you even hearing what I’m saying?

A shrug. ‘I guess.’

‘Do you believe that I mean it?’

They’re pressing their lips together, so hard that it looks painful, and they still won’t look at you. ‘I don’t know. And… I can’t. Go out with you, I mean.’

You feel oddly as if the Catastrofiend has just made another attempt at removing your intestines.

‘It’s just that… you’re Charge. You attract attention. And I’m not good with attention. There’s a reason I wear a mask, I just… I’m not… I can’t.’

They stop, eyes still fixed on the floor, biting their lip. Shit. You messed this up, somehow. They don’t believe you. They don’t believe that you care enough, and you can’t blame them, because you’ve never made it clear. Not aloud. You’ve kissed them so many times over the last few months but you’ve never told them –

Because you’re scared. Scared of how things will change. You’re not ashamed, not of Wren, not ever of Wren, but… you know there’ll be eyes weighing you up. Voices whispering things you shouldn’t care about but do. And you’re selfish, you’re a coward, and you want your world to stay the same. For the way people see you to stay the same.

But you want Wren more.

So maybe it’s time to get your act together. There’s a lot you’re not ready to say yet, but you can say a little. Take the first few steps. Make them know how much they matter, how much you care. You open your arms, and they eye your bandages dubiously, but lean in anyway to wrap careful arms around your neck.

‘No one can know.’ They mumble the words against your shoulder. ‘Whatever’s going on with us, I can’t… I can’t be public about it. I’m sorry. I know it’s stupid, but –’

‘It’s not. Of course you don’t have to –  if you don’t want to, I mean, I know you’ve got your reasons –’

You’re babbling, and you’re afraid that if you keep talking you’re going to misstep, so you just shut up. Time to say the things that really matter. ‘But I mean it, you know. Every word. And if you don’t believe that right now…’ 

Shifting around to kiss their forehead causes another angry complaint from your stitches, but it’s worth it. ‘Then I guess I’ll just have to keep saying it until you believe me.’

They look at you at last. Lips slightly parted, eyes full of startled warmth. The ghost of a smile tugging at their lips.

‘Idiot,’ they mutter, and shove their face back against your shoulder.

[chaniters]

HALLOWEEN -Part I

The next part of @kruk-art‘s Awan Cormac Series I’m writing. About to close this one! Never thought it’d get this long!!!!

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Awan and Elyise reach a truce, as the disastrous events leading up to what would be later be known as Phoenix Halloween Massacre begin to unfold. 

________________________________ Not a word comes out of your lips even as Ortega’s glare digs into your skull. Your skulls, Elyise is right beside you. 

Eventually, he looses at his own blinking contest, rolling his eyes. 

“You two… I don’t know what happened between you two at Reaper’s manor, but you’ve been at each others’ throats since. Could knock it off already? He’s gone, and there’s nothing we can do about it right now with this whole mess going on”

“Nothing happened,” you say, arms crossed, defiant look… yeah, he’s not going to believe that in a million years.

“Like he says” Elyise answers, equally annoyed.

“You’re my girlfriend, and you’re my best friend, and I’d really like it if you two could get along again? Just talk to each other?” The two of you do actually share a brief look before Elyise jerks her head around to look in the opposite direction. You turn your gaze towards Ortega with a half-assed ‘I tried’ expression. 

“No. I’m not having this,” he says, snapping now “Everything’s a mess, we’re on high alert and we’ve only returned to active duty last week. I need the team at the top of their game. It’s up to me if you can tag along, and If you don’t fix your issue and they end up calling for us, you two are not coming, understood?! So, fix this right now because I might need you for real” he says pointing at each of you before walking back to the briefing room quickly, to make sure none of you reply before he’s away so he can have the last word. 

You absently look at the TV screens in the lounge as he leaves.

 They are still showing reports of the riots in Phoenix.  It’s been going on all morning and now deep into the afternoon. The images are surreal, with protesters on gas masks and costumes indistinguishable from mere partygoers and the riot police and independent heroes fighting all.

Right now you can see a biker gang, tearing up shops apart, the background colored by the ashen cloud of malevolent smog that’s engulfed the whole city. If you know anything about these things, It will get a lot worse before it gets better. 

One hell of a Halloween. 

“What’s your game Awan?” she finally asks

“My game? Since when is this ‘my game’?” 

“Just … say what’s on your mind already! Or do you need Reaper to chain us up again so you can speak up?”

  “Fine. You are dating my friend and you helped kill his fucking mentor. You were a villain and now you’re pretending to be a hero.” It sounds so hollow when you say out loud. You’re pretending to be his best friend and you’re not even human. She wants to know your game, it seems it wasn’t a game, just unbridled hypocrisy.  “And I haven’t told him a word about it. That’s what on my mind. There, I said it, happy now?”

“Why? Why on earth didn’t you tell him? Are you expecting me to do it? Because I won’t!”

“I know you won’t I’m not stupid”

“Then what the hell is this Awan?”

What is it indeed? You’ve played the scenario in your mind. Telling him. He would not believe it at first. And once he did, he would want to know how you found out. And If you told him that, he would ask why did you suspect her all along, and not Reaper, when all your evidence pointed to him. 

And then he would know why you wanted it to be her. 

He would know that all those sweaty weekly training sessions weren’t just training for you. He would know why you resented her. He would know that you can’t stop thinking about him and that you’d have happily ruined her because of it.  

You still could. You are not the saint Anathema likes to pretend you are. You would just throw her under the bus if… 

… If it didn’t make you feel like garbage. 

What if the roles were reversed? What if she knew what you are?

You saw the video, you know if she had told Hollow Ground no, then she would have been the next one to get shot. You saw his hand on her shoulder, encouraging her to do it, even while she looked sickened… You’ve been there. Only it was Nathaniel’s hands then, reassuring you. Telling you it was ok to kill. Telling you they were criminals anyways…

“I’m not going to tell him,” you say finally making up your mind.

“Be serious… ”

“I’m not. Going. To tell him.” you repeat slowly. 

“That’s just rich. You expect me to believe that?”

“I mean it”

She gives you a long stare, and you can feel her mind trying to probe your emotions. You close your shields tighter, making her attempts break against them. 

She narrows her gaze.

“I’m not sure how you do it, but you’re psychically cheating me somehow.”

“I could cheat… If I set up my mind to it” you say with an unintended pun that she doesn’t find funny. “By the way, your scanning is really sloppy,” you say adding a barb.

“My scanning is just fine,” she says irritated. Little does she know… literally. “In my experience, men who act nice always want something in return. I’ll ask you again. What’s your game?”

“If he finds out later, he’ll be dead set on hunting down Hollow Ground, won’t he?” you say trying to rationalize it. 

“I’d say he’s already set on that”

“Yes, but he doesn’t have any proof or leads. If I tell on you, he’ll be convinced to follow this through and…”

“…and Hollow Ground killed the last Marshall” she finishes your sentence. “So you want to protect him, that’s it?” she says appraising you once more. 

You can feel your shields flinch for a moment at the pressure of a surprise-scan from her. Shit, she was much faster this time, you underestimated her like an idiot… she’s been watching you and learning, while you haven’t practiced with other telepaths in years.

“You’re not fooling me. This isn’t that simple, you’re not that much of a good friend, are you?. You want something else…“ 

“Ok, you’ve got me. I want you to… break up with Ortega. Today,” you croak, the words coming out too fast, too blunt. Why are you so out of your game? You never had a discussion like this before…

“Break up…? Really? What is it to you?”

“Look If he still finds out on his own, I don’t want to be the one who knew all along and said nothing, ok?” you lie. The chances of him finding out if you don’t tell him are next to nothing, but it doesn’t matter. She’s lived in fear of that truth for a very long time, her imagination will work against her. “And I honestly don’t want you lying to his face every single day, I don’t think he deserves that” you add. It’s ok if you lie, not if she does. 

Got to keep those double standards, Awan. 

She frowns, and you start a new blinking contest, she knows there’s more to it, and her scan is there, trying to go past your shields again, but you’re ready this time. You keep your shields together for the longest time, resisting and trying to put on a strained expression as she bounces off them again and again and again. She’s got good endurance but none of the training. Pretending that your shields are at breaking point, you let her pick up the truth you’ve placed for her to find on the deceptively brittle surface. 

Her lips smirk gently, looking at you in a new light. This isn’t what she expected but she seems satisfied with her findings. 

“I guess you are a softie after all… Really? You don’t want me to go to jail?”

“And what if I don’t?” you ask looking away. “It’s not like you had a choice in all of this. You don’t need to be punished again”

The gesture startles you. Her hand on your shoulder.

“It’s ok. You don’t have to pretend to be tough all the time, you know?. I’ll take that deal, Awan. It was a mistake to get so close to him… I should’ve known better.”

“Good that we’re on the same page then,” you say looking at the ground, trying not to get her to see your face. Let her think you’re thankful this is resolved…

It won’t be easy letting your friend go” she ponders. “He doesn’t quit on people”

“Man can’t stop flirting with everything that moves. You’re a good actress. Just add a bit of jealousy and then blame it on him. I’ve seen it done before, many times” you say. 

“… you’re a little puppet master in there huh?” 

“Whatever. It’s just advice, take it or leave it”

“I hear you. Loud and clear. I’ve got some advice for you too if you want it.” 

“For me?” you ask surprised.

“Yes. You’re really good at that … barrier thing you put around yourself all the time”

“Shields,” you say, too impulsively. Why did you have to tell her? That’s dead-on farm terminology. Shit, what are you even doing?. 

“Uhu. Well, that thing… I’m not sure if you’ve ever noticed, but it gets in between you and the people around you. You should try to learn and live outside of it some time.”

“Thanks for the advice,” you say quickly wanting to end the conversation. If you had lived outside your shields you’d be dead by now. Or caught, you’re not sure what’s worst. 

“As you said… take it or leave it,”  

“I think I’ll just…” 

“Hey, guys? You’ve got to come to the meeting room in a moment. We’ve got the call from Phoenix”

“Already? What happened now?” you say looking back at the TV. 

Oh. 

You can see footage from one of the news helicopters, and there he is, Psycopathor, now leading the riot and blowing up police cars with grenades as the crowd cheers.

You turn up the volume…

“… there is a very unstable situation on the ground, that is unfolding very quickly” the reporter explains. “Psycopathor has wrested control over the riot and marches towards the GeniTech’s HQ. The Executives said their Arcology project and main research facility, the so-called “Bastion for Humanity” can endure any and all attacks and calamities and will not evacuate their employees, saying that it has been built to endure all eventualities, including the toxic spill, the rioters, Psycopathor or anyone else thanks to its advanced technology. They say the events tonight will demonstrate the safety of their design. They are not even canceling the planned Halloween celebration. Not everyone wants to stay or trust their message, but many celebrities are stranded inside, as the spills and then the riots have cut them off from the exterior world”

The view zooms in towards Psycopathor

“Let us hear what the self-proclaimed monster has to say about it”

Psycopathor’s voice sounds strong, under the helicopter’s rotors.

“…because It is time for us to march! To fight! To take down these capitalist fuckers, staining our skies! We are going to have to act right now if we want to live in a different world!!” he says raising a spiked fist, with his Vulcan cannon in hand. The crowd roars and resumes marching against the police cordon, aided by a minor hero team, the Revengers. You can see the fear behind their masks as Psycopathor approaches, taller than life surrounded by villains and a huge angry mob.

That’s not going to end well. What is he up to now? Does he really care about pollution? Or does he just want to use this as an excuse to rob the tech the company’s said to have inside that place?

You turn it off and hurry to follow Elyise and Annie trough the corridor. 

Steel and Sentinel are already sitting around the long table, along with is Ashfall and the newest member, Sunstroke… or was it Sunstream? Shit, you can’t remember… 

Ortega’s standing, waiting for the three of you to enter. 

You take your usual place, the seat by the door. 

“Ok people, our newest status update is that we’ve got an epic clusterfuck on our hands. Brace yourselves.” Ortega says starts his debriefing, classy as always. “Let me show you the situation on the map and…” he fiddles with the control, and it fails miserably, the 3d map on the center of the table spinning out of control. Ortega and tech never got along.

“Allow me,” Steel says, quickly taking over the controller, the map almost instantly focusing on a scaled image of Phoenix.

“Right. Thanks.” Ortega goes on with a frown. “As you know, there has been a series of toxic spills trough the several industrial complexes surrounding Phoenix.” several red dots appear surrounding the city “The spills caused red alert levels of smog and airt toxicity, which, in turn, started the riots. The authorities are trying to distribute mask filters to the people, but there are simply not enough and the situation on the ground is a mess.”

You nod trough it. You’ve been following up on it on the news. 

“Psycopathor reappeared and is now leading the main riot. People are marching towards the GeniTech Arcology Project. The people are furious, and since most of those toxic spills belong to  GeniTech subsidiaries, they want them to pay. Psycopathor is banking on that to cause mayhem, but we still don’t know his goal. Oh, and It’s Halloween, so half the protest is wearing gas masks and the other half is on their Halloween costumes. The mayor prohibited the masks or face paint, and it only got worse, everyone’s covering up their face and torching shops ”

“That… is one bad mess Marshal,” Sunstroke says with a frown.

“Worse” Steel interjects. 

“What about the Phoenix Rangers?”  you ask.

“That’s the worst part yet…” Ortega says turning to you. “They were investigating the spills, and they managed to catch the culprit behind it all. 

“Who was it?” Elyise asks.

“Not what. It. Catastrofiend was there.” Ortega adds, causing your jaw to drop. “There was a fight… then an explosion. Aurora and Dr. Simov have been hospitalized and should recover, The Question managed to predict how to save them, and he’s the one calling the shots and directing every independent hero right now. They are overwhelmed, and so he is asking for our aid. He’s now the acting Marshal of Phoenix…”

“You don’t mean…” Anathema starts. 

“Yes. Atalanta and Captain Glory… the… they didn’t make it” he finishes grimly.

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My Fanfics: https://chaniters.tumblr.com/post/181692759294/my-fanfiction-for-fallen-hero

DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fan fiction using characters and the setting of the Fallen Hero: Rebirth and upcoming Fallen Hero: Retribution games written by Malin Riden. I do not claim ownership of any characters from the Fallen Hero wold. These stories are a work of my imagination, and I do not ascribe them to the official story canon. These works are intended for entertainment outside the official storyline owned by the author. I am not profiting financially from the creation of these stories, and thank the author for her wonderful game/s, without which these works would not exist.

[ladyintheattic]

look......... i swear i’m writing stuff that isn’t chargestep. but like.... they’re so easy to write my dudes. also as it turns out i’m not good at writing kiss scenes so like, there isn’t much of that sadly lol

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“You know it’s fine if you can’t fix it, right?”

“Shut it.”

“Look, it’s old, its mangled, it’s broken Beck. We’ll just get a new one.”

You huff, wiping the sweat mixed with dirt off your brow. Yeah, the circuitry is pretty fucked, but you’ve fixed worse than this, and Ortega’s lack of faith in your abilities is starting to piss you off. Everything’s been pissing you off recently, ever since that damn Psychopathor battle a few weeks ago. Maybe because of his mind canon? The rat-brains had made you pretty itchy.

Or maybe it was the fact that Ortega had kissed you. Kissed you, and hasn’t said a damn word about it since.

To be fair, neither have you, but since when was it your job to bring up stuff like that? And since when did he not? Forgetting about is it probably for the best, nothing can ever really happen between the two of you anyway, and kissing alone was a misstep on both of your parts. You know all this, but none the less you feel a new twinge of annoyance in your gut every time the both of you speak as though nothing had happened.

“You know the Rangers can afford a new car, right?”

“I’m aware,” you narrow your eyes at him over your shoulder. You’re more than a little knowledgeable about their funding, and where exactly all that money comes from. Hopefully, you know far more than Ortega does. Very hopefully. “I’m just not about to be outsmarted by a damn computer.”

“Says lady Walkman. ” he smiles, smug as ever.

“There’s nothing wrong with cassette-tapes.” Truthfully you just aren’t comfortable with a digital music-player on your person, not with what you know about tech. It would take nothing at all for some Prime Directive member to hack and track your phone, or anyone else’s in Los Diablos for that matter. Not that you could explain that to him.

“Ha. Hipster.”

You don’t reply, just glare back down at your new electric foe. The car itself is pretty beat up after the battle, but the only thing keeping it from starting up is the mangled mass of wires poking out of the dashboard, mocking you. Hooked up by a long power chord, it’ll play music and blink blue and orange if you hit it, but heaven forbid it let you turn the key without it making alarm noises at you. Whoever first started hooking up car functions to computers was an asshole.

You sense him open the opposite door and begin to fiddle with the radio, flipping station to station as you untangle more of the wires. You know he’s trying to irritate you, and hoo boy is it working. You grit your teeth, focusing so hard on the wires your vision starts to blur.

Flip. ♪-est Virginiaaaaa! Blue ridge mou-♪ Flip. ♪-since you looked at me, cocked your head to the side and said I-♪ Flip. ♪-awty got low low low-♪ Flip. ♪-squeezed by sexy cupid, guess he wants to play, wants to play, a love ga-♪

You can’t help it, you tear your eyes from the mess too glare at him. He grins back, dark curls draping in front of his brown eyes as he cocks his head at you. Of course. “Charge, if you push that button one more fucking time I swear I-”

Flip. ♪-ing all my breath, making love to you was never second best...♪

“Oohh here’s a good one.” To your continued annoyance and dawning horror, Ortega hops out of the passenger side and begins to half-walk, half-dance around the front of the vehicle, smile still plastered on his face. “Pretty sure this came out in my birth year.”

An unsettled, warm feeling begins to settle in your stomach, different from the tightness of annoyance from before. You’re not sure if which is worse.“Figures,” you manage a cruel smirk as he makes his way to the mangled door to the driver’s side, “This is the ‘Oldies’ channel after all.”

A mildly vexed smile settles on his features as he comes to a stop in front of you. It’s a small victory, getting under his skin, but you know you’ll have to take what you can get at a time like this. He’s impossible to talk to when he’s like this, looking so confident and wicked and much, much younger than you know he is.

“Everything’s an ‘Oldie’ these days Beck... and you,” he reaches out, taking your left hand off the dashboard. “Look like you could use a break.”

You don’t pull your hand away, but you do pull your face into an agitated frown, your face warming despite yourself. “What do you think you’re doing?” As if you don’t know.

“Come on, it’s been a long day, you’re frazzled and I’m bored.” Ortega tugs at your hand, lurching you forward slightly as you set your jaw and press yourself harder into the seat. Resolute. He’s not winning this one. Not without a fight. “Dance with me.”

“Why?”

“Why not?”

Asshole. “You tell me.” Your voice is more serious than you mean; probably because you’re tired, defeated, and covered in grime, but even more likely because you’re recognizing the look in his eyes. Half lidded and too brave for his own good. The same look before he kissed you.

“Beck?” His brow pinches together in a confused frown as he leans into the doorway, and you have to fight the instinct to lean back. Or, worse, lean forward. “Are you actually mad at me?

You feel your eyes narrow, but say nothing. You’re not even sure you’re breathing. You’ve never been like this, not ever, not with anyone, and the very last person on earth you should be like this with is the marshal of the Los Diablos Rangers. How did this even happen? How could you let him kiss you like that? You can blame him all you like for attempting it, but you weren’t so injured that you couldn’t have put you hand up; stopped him.

And you certainly didn’t have to kiss him back.

“If you can’t dance, you can just say so.”

You blink stupidly up at him. Did you hear that right? You couldn’t have. “I...what?”

“It’s fine if you can’t,” he’s smiling again, smugger than you’ve ever seem him. His hand leaves yours only to land on his hip, posing to look as self-satisfied as possible, “It’s nothing to be embarrassed about.”

“I... I’m not-!” How does he do that? Get you to play his stupid games, let alone switch the rules up on you mid play? You curse his static brained mind as you pull yourself out of the seat to get in his stupid handsome face. “I could dance circles around you if I so chose, Ricardo Ortega. Don’t try and change the damn subject!”

♪...there's nothing you and I won't do...♪

“Prove it.”

♪...I'll stop the world and melt with you...♪

You aren’t thinking anymore. If you were, you wouldn’t be grabbing his hand and pulling him away from the car, a light spin in your movements you haven’t done in years, not since the Farm. Back then it had been training: you’d needed to be able to fit in with the right people, rub elbows with people your handlers wanted you to. Now, your using it for yourself. For this game the two of you are playing.

“Whoa,” he’s surprised, but catches himself before he trips. His free hand curls around your lower-back as his feet catch up with yours with relative ease. The man is a practiced dancer. “Someone’s wound up.”

“Shut up.” You can’t help it, your heart is hammering so hard in your chest you’re a little concerned you might get a bit faint if you don’t watch your breathing. He’s drawn you close, your chest pressing up against his warm body, skinsuits feeling too thin yet too restricting at the same time. Dangerous.

♪...the future's open wide

the future's open wide...♪

His face is too close, his bronze skin marred only by the settled dust of the previous battle. Eyes too dark. Hair too unruly and mussed. Breathing too careful, syncing up with your own. He spins you, your practiced movements coming back to you as though you’ve done nothing but dance your whole life.

♪...there's nothing you and I won't do...♪

“I was serious you know,” his voice, thick and deep, drops several octaves. “You have no idea how long I'd wanted to kiss you.”

♪...I'll stop the world...♪

His mouth is on yours before you can reply. Sudden, brazen, like before. You want to be angry, furious with him for playing with you like this, but for some reason you can’t work up that particular feeling. Another, foreign emotion is overwhelming you, numbing you to everything but the feeling of lips and stubble and fingers trailing up your spine.

Experienced. Careful. Wanting.

♪...and melt with yo-♪

Lightning bolt. Electricity rockets down your body, and you can feel yourself jump, almost into his arms, as you hear the car’s radio fizzle out, the electric motor blaring to life in it’s place. Your eyes and lips finally free from his, you now notice that his right leg is standing on the chord you had hooked up to the vehicle at the beginning of your chore.

What the hell?.. did he just...fix it?

“Well,” his breath is stuttered, yet somehow still smug against your ear. “Guess it wasn’t completely broken after all.”

[fallenhero-rebirth]

Good day! First of all I want to say, that you’re an amazing and talented writer. I’ve been absolutely enamoured with Fallen Hero and, i’m incredibly thankful to you for this amazing and inspiring experience! Also there is a question that i’ve been pondering on: what happened to Psycopathor? In flashbacks in Rebirth Sidestep and Ortega defeat Psycopathor, but now, up to 8 years later he still up and about? Did he go to prison, but escaped? Or is it spoilers?

Psychopathor has indeed been to jail but escaped. The old monster is hard to keep under lock and key, perhaps I’ll get into detail one day.

Also, thank you!

[chaniters]

BELOW THE RUINS

_________________________________ Next part of @kruk-art‘s Awan Cormak’s fanfic I’m writing! 

Awan takes on Psycopathor by himself! (Or tries to)

Enjoy. Also, spoilers!

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“Shitshitshitshit” you go on as you dodge Psycopathor’s powered fist

“Stay still you little fucker! I promise It won’t hurt at all!” he says sending his full weight into another killer punch aimed at your skull. 

You can’t play the dodging game with him forever, he’s also a telepath and he’s going to catch up on your game. You need to take the offensive. 

Sidestepping to the side, you entangle your arm on his, turning, bending over and going for a throw.

The whole thing takes about a split second, but you feel like time itself stopped as you realize how impossibly heavy his powered armor is. 

It’s no use.

You’re going to get crushed under him.

What were you even thinki…

But the endless hours your trainers spent teaching you this move pay off. His own momentum plays against him, turning him weightless. You’re re just the catalyst for his downfall.

The crowd goes silent as Psycopathor’s feet get off the ground, their jaws open as he balances over you and then they gasp as he falls flat on his back with a loud splat. 

Is that it? Did you win?

The collective horror of the cultists as their champion lies motionless is deafening. You can’t help but raise your shields immediately as their gazes slowly move on from him to you. There’s no way you can take a whole crowd focusing on you without losing it. 

And then you feel Psycopathor’s reaction. He noticed you doing it. 

Crap. He now knows you’re a telepath too. 

He slowly starts standing up, cackling. 

“Well, that’s a very creative thing you just did Sidestep… But I wonder what are you going to do now that I know your secret”

“I’m never going down at the likes of you. Come at me as many times as you want” you threaten. “You’ll just, end up eating dirt again. You haven’t seen everything I can do”

“I haven’t huh? Well, why don’t we give everyone a show then” he says mockingly. “Metal boys, get him!” 

“What.. no! Fight me one-on-one you coward!” 

“The more I think about it, the more that seems like the stupid way to do it,” he says. Four guards wearing the familiar powered suits -whom he apparently calls metal boys- surround you.  

You try.  You really do. Take one out, then another. The third almost gets but you manage to quickdraw and shoot him before he sees it coming. Then four more enter the fight, and you manage to hold them off for quite longer than you expect, but when one of them got hold of your arm, it’s over. All of them beat you to the ground, and Psycopathor simply steps forward sending a fist at your face, putting your lights out.

(...) 

(...)

(...loud noise.)

“...know It’s over Elyise!” Psycopathor’s voice booms into your head as you open your eyes groggily. 

It takes a few seconds to realize what’s going on. You can’t really move, something large is holding you in place, and on your feet. 

If you have to believe your eyes at this time, it’d seem to be Psycopathor’s powered arm, holding you as a human shield in Elyise’s direction. She’s pointing your own energy gun at him and there’s a couple of guards on the ground around her, along with some other injured ones nearby. Some injured by you, but probably the others by her. 

“Let go of the gun or I'll crush his skull here and now” 

This is definitely not the highest point of your career as a hero. Sidekick, vigilante, hero, but this is your first as the hostage-boy. You’re treading into unfamiliar territory today. 

Elyise reluctantly drops your gun. Well, that’s no good.

“Good. Bring her” Psycopathor commands the guards who seize her by both arms and drag her to the stage, as he does the same with you.  

“Oh, you’re awake huh?” He says without looking. Of course, he can sense you’re awake. “Ditched Charge already? I knew you two wouldn’t last. Too much competition. I like your new girlfriend. She’s going to steal your spotlight at this rate though. Has some wicked powers too… but I’m more interested in her mother” he says amused. You struggle to test his grip and the response is overwhelming pressure on your ribs. “You and I are going to have some fun after the show’s over. Maybe I'll break some bones. Or all of them. I wonder if the Rangers would like videos of that. Being a cripple will be a  terrific new story-arc for your promos I bet.”

He makes you kneel in front of Mother, who’s sitting like a queen as her transformation goes over. 

“Hero-Drug administered successfully… Atropos scanner reports increased Thanatos readings” one of her assistants said while manipulating a console.

“Lachesis device report is critical” the other one answered worriedly. 

“Have faith my sisters, our precognitive prophets have foreseen that my thread won’t cut, today. Activate the Clotho intervention”

The machine buzzes noisily as tubes go into Mother’s back before lighting up in bright light, energy surging into her body. She too starts shinning in bright golden light.

“I can feel it!! I can feel the greatness… the ascension...” It’s not just in her head. You can see her body changing. She’s definitely gaining in size under her armor, which is concerning enough. 

She sounds ecstatic, her objective complete. The two female assistants observe as in trance, completely absorbed in the process. 

Some red lights begin flashing in their control… If there was any truth to Void’s words then this won’t take long to go down in flames.

“Control! I can control the boost!” she says extending her hands which start surging with electrical sparks. The crowd cheers and chants her name. 

“Holy mother, master of our divine drugs, bring us the truth and…” one of the assistants goes on until he notices the screen she should have been looking at this whole time. “Wait!! Something’s wrong!! Critical Error! The system’s failing!” She screams

“What?!” Mother asks befuddled

“It’s not transferring any more energy from the subjects!” she goes.

“Impossible! Restart the system!” 

“It’s not responding!”

The tubes go dark as the transfer ends. Mother begins convulsing uncontrollably on her chair as the golden aura dies out and her sparkling hands go dark. “No! The process isn’t complete… I can’t… I’m not complete!” She lets out before shrieking in pain, her body still changing. 

“We have to repair the system right now!” the assistant to the left states standing up… 

But that’s when the lights went out.

………………………………………………..

You stumble to your feet as narrowly avoiding being stepped on by terrified cultists running in the dark.

Activating the night-vision system, what’s going on becomes quite clear.

The rangers are here, fighting the guards along with the LAPD. Charge is commanding officers in clearing out PSycopathor’s guards to rescue the hostages. Steel and Anathema are giving  Psycopathor hell, while Elyise is making her way to Mother, who’s still screaming uncontrollably as her body continues to mutate under the hero-drugs without any aid from her device. 

It’s not hard to find where you’re the most useful. 

“You’re late,” you tell Charge as you help him unstrap one of the patients. 

“I can still leave f you prefer” he grunts unstrapping the hostage from the slab.

You hurry the patient out, sending him to the officers with a strong mental boost to his self-preservation instincts. Hopefully, that’ll help.

“I think I’ll let it slide this time,” you say as the both of you move towards the next hostage. 

“How kind of you,” he says hurrying to free the next one before looking at Elyise as she tries to talk to Mother. “Who is she?”

“New hero. Elyise, telekinetic”

“Another one?” he squints as he manages to open up the bindings and free the hostage’s arms.  “What’s her deal?”

“That one over the chair? She’s Mother Superior. Elyise came to stop her. She’s her actual daughter if you can believe that” you say as the both of you switch slabs again, the officers taking care of the freed woman. 

“WHAT?!” he asks incredulously.

Mother roared with a distinctively inhuman new voice, breaking free of her device, her body has increased in size exponentially.

“Mother, please! You need to surrender, so they can help you!” 

“HELP?! NOW YOU OFFER HELP??! THIS IS YOuR FAULT!!” she says taking a swipe at Elyise. She dodges, but Mother’s enlarged claws ripped part of the machinery to shreds. Hero drugs are acting fast, as he suit begins fusing with her flesh in a way you’ve never seen before “YOU BETRAaYED ME!!” she charges once more, but Elyise repels her with her powers. Mother manages to keep standing, slowly overcoming the kinetic wave and slowly advancing towards her daughter. 

“You left me no choice!”

“YOU MADE ME INCOMPLETE! I NEeD TO COMPLeETE MY ASCENSION!!” 

Mother tips of the tables containing the hero drugs, taking a syringe in each of her four hands.

“IT’S BEEN FOREeTOLD! I WiILL BE AN ANGEL! I CAN NOT DIE TODAY!”

“Mother no!!”

But she doesn’t listen, removing the central piece of her armor and injecting all four at once onto herself.

“What the heck is she doing?!” Charge asks.

“She’s lost it. She thinks hero drugs can’t kill her!.” you say as Mother leaps at her daughter. Elyise dodges her narrowly this time. Her claws break through the stage like butter. “No one can survive that much. I don’t think she’s got too long”

“She doesn’t seem to be weakening”

“It could take a while. Go help Elyise. I’ve got this” you tell him. His enhancements make him faster than you and far better at dealing with armored villains. 

He nods, heading onwards with a static buzz, as you lead the police officers into freeing the remaining hostages before heading back into the fight. 

Most of the cultists have escaped by the time you finish, and Psycopathor and his “Metal boys” seems to be cornered, while Charge, Elyise, and Mother are still going at it on the other end of the room,  Elyise still trying to reason with her between the punches and slashes. Charge seems to be trying to keep off the range of her claws while hitting her fast and dirty with electrical discharges which seem to be infuriating her even further. 

“Give it up already,” Anathema says facing Psycopathor. His suit is sprinkled with extensive corroded areas were the acid got to him, his gaze going over all of you like a wounded beast, weakened but still dangerous. “It’s over, creep, I can do this all night.” Anathema goes

“Maybe you win this one rangers” he says pulling his left arm horizontally revealing a small panel on the wrist.

“Watch out! He’s going to…” you start as you can sense the thought in his mind before it happens. 

Too late. He activates a short squence. “I’ll see you in hell rangers!!” he laughs

 “What are yo…” Anathema can’t finish the sentence as explosions shake the ground beneath you. 

You manage to stay on your feet, but that’s only because you saw this coming. Nobody else does, except Psycopathor and some of his men.

“Take the equipment! We flee right now!! This place’s going to be dust in minutes!”

As if answering to his words, the high ceiling starts cracking above you, pieces falling over, as the ground too, starts giving out.

 “We have to get out of here!” you say pulling Anathema to his feet. He takes it, standing up with effort. 

“Did that jerk just set us up the bomb?!” he says

“Out!” you usher, while helping others and heading to the exit. Steel is doing the same on the other side. Psycopathor and his people are taking Mother’s machinery and the hoard of hero-drugs to escape through some hidden exit. 

“NO! YOU CAN’T TAKE MY RESeEARCH!!!” Mother says leaping at him like a feral animal, sticking her claws into his armor before he can react. 

“I had high hopes for our partnership Mother” Psycopthor says while pulling her off him with both hands “But I’m afraid we’re going to have to re-evaluate things. Don’t call us, we’ll call you” he says finally dislodging the left claw as he tosses her with all his powered strength into the opposite wall. The old bricks give out, and the ceiling collapses, burying her in the rubble.

“NO!” Elyise cries out trying to get to her, but Steel drags her towards the exit with you. 

Getting out is a nightmare, Steel and Charge have to team up to open way as the corridors keep collapsing in front of you, and Elyise even had to hold the ground together as you made the final stretch.

The collapsing building is producing aftershocks all trough Sunken Town. Luckily a few LAPD helicopters are taking everyone to safety. You end up sitting next to Charge who’s making calls trough his intercom as it takes off.

The view underneath is complete desolation, as three other buildings fall to pieces around the ruin of Mother’s lab.

His hand on your shoulder startles you. He looks a bit concerned.

“Are you ok?” he asks “I wish we could’ve gotten there sooner but we lost the signal. Good job on putting down the jammer device”

“Just did my job. And  I’m fine. Psycopathor only got one punch at me. Here” you say motioning to the left side of your forehead. “That’s nothing!” 

“With that power-armor? We need to get you to a hospital… you could have  a concussion!”

“Like hell! No hospital” you grunt. “You’re the one who needs one,” you say pointing at a rather ugly slash on his left side. 

“She got me a few times. Hard to dodge something with four arms. But unlike you, I AM going to a hospital as soon as I get off this, like a normal person.” he grins. 

“Normal is overrated” you grumble.

He offers you a grin. “I know, that’s why I hang out with you”

“Because I’m not normal?” 

“Because you’re really, really awesome man!” he grins at you. 

Not being able to read his mind always ends up like this. You sort of expected another jab at you so the compliment and the contact take you off-guard. You look away to hide the sudden blush and not make a fool of yourself.  

“That was actually a terrific job Sidestep. I mean it” he goes on, making it worse. 

“You have a weird definition of a terrific job,” you say pointing down at all the damage.

“Well, that’s just another regular day in Sunken Town. Those things would have given away in time” He shrugs  “What matters is we’ve got all the hostages. And nobody died. Except mother but she kind of brought it on herself”

“No shit she did,” you say smiling weakly. “Really? Nobody died in that?”

“There’s a few injured but nope… with those madmen working together it’s a  miracle everyone came out in one piece. Many of the cultists are in custody, some escaped into the rest of Sunken Town but all in all, we’ve got enough of them. And we got a lot of Psycopathor’s Metal boys too. Did you see THe Void tough?”

“Was here earlier, but he’s long gone” you sigh. 

“We’ll get him next time,” he reassures you. “I promise” Why is he being so nice?!

“Of course we’ll get him!” you struggle for him to hear you under the sound of the rotor blades. 

“How did you even find this place?” he asks

“I didn’t. She did” you say pointing at Elyise on the other side of the seating. She seems out of it. “She’s working with REaper”

 “Oh. I heard he was helping a new hero out. She really knows how to fight.” 

“Yeah, she’s pretty awesome too”. Did you just acknowledge he said that earlier? 

“So Uhm...  she just lost her mother?” 

“I think she’s been dreading this moment half her life-time. She said Mother experimented on her. She was the one who made her boosted. Elyise’s been hunting her for a very long time now.”

“Woah… that’s really fucked up!”

“I know!” 

“I think I should talk to her”

“You should. I’m not even sure what to say” You never knew much about having a mother after all. “I bet she could use some words after this mess,” You say taking your gaze off the rubble below and onto Los Diablos’ familiar skyline. At least that’ll get him off your back. Your stomach gets weird when he is nice to you and you don’t want a weird stomach onboard a helicopter. 

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My fanfics: https://chaniters.tumblr.com/post/181692759294/my-fanfiction-for-fallen-hero

DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fan fiction using characters and the setting of the Fallen Hero: Rebirth and upcoming Fallen Hero: Retribution games written by Malin Riden. I do not claim ownership of any characters from the Fallen Hero wold. These stories are a work of my imagination, and I do not ascribe them to the official story canon. These works are intended for entertainment outside the official storyline owned by the author. I am not profiting financially from the creation of these stories, and thank the author for her wonderful game/s, without which these works would not exist.

[chaniters]

SUNKEN TOWN

Episode 4 of my Awan Cormac second series! (Belonging to @kruk-art)

Spoilers in this one too!

Enjoy!

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Rangers HQ

“There’s nothing there!” Anathema says, enhancing the image

“We just need to go over the parameters. Can you switch to thermal readings?”

“Already did and it’s not turning up anything” 

“Why are we letting the civilian into the city’s camera security feed again?” Steel complains.

“If he thinks he’s onto something,” Ortega says tiredly “We ought to try”

“Combine thermal and visual trough this filter,” you say handing him a Data-rod.  “That should get us what we want” 

“Sure, but I think we’re a bit past filters by now. This isn’t going to… “ he stops mid-sentence as the image changes radically 

“...wow. You’ve got to be joking!” he says as the image shows a ghostly figure walking the streets, unseen by all civilians.

“I told you he was using cloaking devices!” you say exasperated.

Ortega goes silent as he observes Void leave the camera’s fixed angle. 

Anathema doesn’t wait for your cue and applies the same procedure to other cameras. Soon, they begin showing images of Void, setting up the hospital attack from the shadows. 

“That’s enough, the tech team can take it from here,” Ortega says putting a palm on Anathema’s shoulder. Technicians begin duplicating the procedure over the rest of the city-wide security feed as you all follow him to the meeting room. 

“Good job, Sidestep,” he says with a smile

……………………………………………………….

It takes hours, and they won’t even let you back into the tech-room. Your access got rescinded after Steel started quoting regulations. Nothing to do but wait and you’re in no mood for Ortega’s shenanigans. 

You keep fiddling with your targeting jammer, trying to amplify its powers, since that’s all you can really do. The ranger tech-tools you stole are admittedly better than your old work tools at home, and you want to fine-tune the hell out of it for the next time you meet Void. 

An annoying tingling at the back of your skull starts distracting you from your work, while you do your best to ignore it. Contrary to what you would expect, It doesn’t go away but begins burning mercilessly, like a hot iron. No. Not iron.

“What?” you say without turning, as you feel you can’t take it anymore.  

“I see you already helped yourself to our tech,” Steel says, arms crossed, staring at you. 

“I shared something, so it’s only fair you share something in return, don’t you think?” you retort. You generally respect Steel but you’re on edge. 

You. Are. Not. Having. It. Today. 

“I want to stop that asshole, just like you and rescue all the patients while at it. Isn’t that enough for you?”

“You seem to know an awful lot about Void”

“We do have a history. Ortega knows that already, I think he told you unless I imagined that part”

“No one fully explained what that history is, and I don’t think he knows either.”

“I helped stop him last time in case you forget!”

“Maybe so, but I think you know a lot more than you’re letting on. And I think we’re going to be at risk because you’re holding on to information.”

He’s right, and you know he’s right. But you can’t really tell him that Void was trained by a government program that creates artificial humans because that would lead to a whole different can of worms. “I told you everything I know about his mods!”

“Yes, you did. Still, I also know cloaking devices like that are experimental army tech that you’re not even supposed to know about. How you have a filter capable of seeing through it, that’s what I’m wondering.”

“Experimental stuff gets misplaced all the time, right? Like drugs that kill people or give them powers. You’re seriously coming at me because the army lost another toy? I’ve just happened to have seen this stuff before” At least this is the truth. Void’s cloaking is government made, and they misplaced it. Big time. How Void got authorization to even use back when you were both in the farm it is something that you always wondered about. Whoever handled it to him back then must be regretting it very much now that he’s gone rogue. 

He says nothing, so you take the chance to speak again.

“If that’s all you got, please go away? I don’t like being stared at”

“I’ll stop when I figure out who do you work for.” 

“What the fuck are you implying?!” you say standing up and facing him… 

“ENOUGH!” Ortega says entering the room. “Can’t I leave you two alone for more than a couple of minutes?”

“I WISH I was alone” you complain under Steel’s glare.

“You know what? You two should just…” Ortega starts before realizing the futility of it all “... whatever. I’m not your nanny… Just came to let you know that we lost them. The trail goes cold when they reach Sunken Town. The cameras end there”

“So when do we leave? I’m ready right now” you state standing up and shoving the scrambler on your backpack

“Nobody’s going right now ... What we’re going to do is keep working on it day and night. There are other… whoa. Wait!” 

You’re already walking to the door, Steel stepping to the side more than happy to have you out of the HQ

“That’s it, I heard enough. I’m going to Sunken Town alone then”

“That area’s not even mapped! And it’s huge! You’re never going to find them like that. And they’ll see you coming from miles away! Our teams are trying to trace their comms… something’s going to show up, we just need to be patient, that’s how these things work!”

“Well, that’s not how I work!”

“But… one does not simply walk into …”

You slam the door leaving him and Steel behind.

“...Sunken town” he finishes the sentence groaning. 

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Sunken Town. 

Blacked out on tourists maps of Los Diablos, the government would have it be looked at from afar but never visited. 

Former Los Angeles’ city center, the area was sprawling with skyscrapers right until the big one hit. The city’s iconic skyline turned wasteland in a matter of minutes, as the earthquake seemed to hate this area hardest. What remains now is a labyrinth, of interconnected toppled buildings leaning unsteadily onto each other in odd angles, along with a series of tunnels,  garages, basements and old subway installations.

 The new system combined to create a massive man-made cave system that is constantly expanded further by its duellers in (often catastrophic)  attempts to create new passages and recover pieces of sellable wreckage and valuables.  Everyone refers to it as the “Sunken Town” and only the most desperate dare venture -or live- here, the population consisting mostly of criminals, treasure hunters, social outcasts and the desperate. 

Declared unsafe by virtually every engineering survey, the whole area became abandoned after attempts to bulldoze the rubble caused heavy tremors and deadly incidents with the locals. By all accounts, it is a death-trap with buildings collapsing almost every week and populated by hostile and armed pariahs under the ugly shadows cast by of Los Diablos brand new buildings.  

Ortega wasn’t kidding when he said you’d never find Void like this. Even with your telepathy, the residents simply don’t know the layout well enough beyond their own turf and have confused and conflicting ideas about the rest. Picking their minds to create some sort of map won’t be effective if the pieces won’t add up. 

You switched strategies to focus on rumors of the kidnapped victims, but all you get is some silly urban legend about people getting taken in their sleep and murdered by some sort of cult hiding somewhere in here. You have a hard time imagining Void joining a cult, and while Psycopathor and his fans are actually a sort of cult, their killings tend to be public.  

You’ve been at this almost the whole day now, and not a single mention of them. It’s maddening. You might as well go back to the rangers and see if they got something by now, but that’d be admitting defeat.  The night-vision setting on your mask is really giving you a headache by now but there’s no electricity here.

Your thoughts are interrupted by stray thoughts atop one of the inclined buildings. You can hear gunshots as you lift your gaze, and then a figure jumping several stories down onto the pile or rubble below, the fall slowing down into a glide before her feet touch the ground.

Impressive. Some sort of levitating boost?

 You’re getting an adrenaline rush from her mind. Someone’s after her… and soon enough you can see her pursuers, wearing night-vision goggles. All of them jumping down behind her.

 Unlike her delicate fall, they’re using a simple combat exoskeleton enhancement over their clothing, landing heavily and leaving cracks on the old pavement. You considered getting one of those, but the batteries are faulty and need recharging all the time. 

But more importantly… Matching uniforms and equipment, and all of them chasing the same individual…? This stinks of supervillain minions. 

Without another thought, you start running towards them with your gun drawn. If you don’t act, she’s going to get caught. You hide behind a corner and pull her by the arm the moment she runs next to you. 

She tries to pull away, but you hold her arms and look into her arms while trying to calm her mind. It takes a few seconds for her to realize who you are, and then she stops struggling. In turn, you can see she’s no ordinary civilian… she’s wearing her own costume.

“I’m Sidestep, and I’m here to help.” 

“Wow. I thought I was the only one in this dump, less of all someone famous. I’m Elyise, nice to finally meet you!” 

“Any idea why those goons are chasing after you ?”

“I don’t know.. Maybe my magnetic personality? No?” she laughs nervously “Help me take those jerks down and I’ll share what I know”  

“You’ve got it,” you say to that peeking at the rubble pile from your hiding spot. 

Your mind’s sensing something odd about her. Some sort of telepathic ability bouncing off yours, too faint but it’s there. She might be an empath?. 

No time to give much thought to it as you can see her pursuers catching up. 

“She can’t have gone far! Find her now!” one of them demands, furious. 

The enemy starts running in your direction, four males and a woman, all armed, all furious and charging with their exo-skeleton suits, so it’s do or die. You pull quickly and take a shot at the one who spoke. He collapses with a shriek as the energy blast hits him squarely on the chest, while the other one avoids you taking cover. He shoots his own gun right back at you, but you’re behind cover now. Telepathy always gives you an edge in shootouts.

Elyise jumps to the side, waving her arm… causing several pieces of debris to lift from the ground and rain in her general direction. Telekinesis… magnetism? Hard to tell.  One of the enemies gets hit by a piece of wreckage and falls flat, while the other covers with their exoskeleton’s arms. Your mind tells you the one hiding is about to shoot Elyise, and thus you’re ready to take a shot the moment he pokes his head from his cover,  taking him down as well.

Only two left.  

“It’s Sidestep!” one of them screams

“I don’t care who he is, he’s not gonna get past me!” the woman answers in turn, ripping the door from a rusted car, and charging towards you. The old door blocks your shots and Elyise’s wreckage rain, letting the other minion follow.

Both of you are forced to duck as the one closer to you flings the door in your direction, missing narrowly. Falling to the side, you roll to avoid getting stomped by the male minion, but end up taking a hit to your hand, forcing the gun out of your fingers. Elyise’s got her plate full, gliding to the side to avoid the other one.

“You're so beautiful in that suit… I’m going to enjoy turning you to a pulp!” the woman screams charging her, sending fist after fist, edging closer to her.

Your opponent gets ready to finish you off, pulling his fist back, ready to crush your skull… but luckily he’s forgotten who you are. You haven’t. 

Stepping to the side, you let his fist get stuck in a decayed brick wall.

You can’t help the smile under your mask as he struggles to free himself realizing his mistake, not fast enough to avoid the spinning kick that turns light’s out for him. 

Turning to help Elyise turns unnecessary, as she’s lifting her opponent in the air as she flails her arms fruitlessly before being slammed into the dirt so hard it makes you close your eyes. 

“Who’s the pulp now, asshole??” she says kicking her a few times. Perhaps there are some anger management problems there…?

“Well, that takes care of the trash,” she says dusting her hands “We have to bind them so they don’t report back on us and…”

“Leave that to me,” you say focusing on their unconscious minds. It takes a few moments, but it’s relatively easy now that they’ve been taken down. “They won’t remember a thing,” you say standing up.

“You… you did something to them?” she asks uncertainly. Of course, you were right, she is a telepath of some sort. This just confirms it, that she could tell you did anything in the first place. 

 “Just a minor thing. Let’s get far before they wake up” you say taking a tunnel formed by a collapsed structure as she follows. 

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“Come in! Come in Elyise” the intercom says

“I’m here! Stop yapping already!” she answers

“Oh thank god! I thought they’d get you! And it’d be all my fault!” 

“Nobody’s going to get me, you hear me?. I had it under control! And now Sidestep’s here so we have an even better chance!”

“Sidestep? Sidestep is that you?” the voice sounds different than what you remember… he seems confused. You look at the image… Reaper’s on the other side, sitting on a sofa with a cast arm and a cigar on his mouth in a very richly decorated room, a half-empty whiskey bottle next to him. What the hells is going on…?

“Hey, Reaper… it’s me” you say

“Thank you! Thank you for looking after my protegee.. She’s…”

“I’m not your protegee!” she interrupts “I found you drunk at Owl’s wailing about what Psycophator did, and took the case, remember? I needed your resources and your computers! You’re the one helping me, not the other way around!”

“Thank you Sidestep…” he goes on and on ignoring her. 

Elyise groans, turning off the audio. “He’s under meds for the pain… his doctors are a bit… liberal about painkillers. He’s been in high cloud nine right now since the fire, and he’s also drunk because he thinks it’s somehow his fault” she says before turning the audio back on.

“... and if something happened to her, it would be like Hood’s death all over again! She’s even telekinetic like him… I mean not exactly like him, she’s not nearly as insufferable but still, if something happened I wouldn’t even know what to…”

“Nevermind that! Did you find any extra intel?” she cuts him off

“Intel?” Reaper asks losing his previous train of thought. “Oh… right. Yes, Charon found a lot actually interesting details”

Charon… his supercomputer named after the mythical ferryman according to the comics. Supposedly an AI. You never thought it was real.

“The structure you found, is part of a collapsed chemical plant” he explains showing a diagram in the intercom's screen. “The plant’s been abandoned since before the big one. Also, hear this out… It’s the original plant where they first manufactured the hero drugs, back when they were just diet pills!  It was a big scandal back then when the media broke the entire story, the corporations, they  stole this researcher’s papers and used them without her consent to develop...”

“You can spare us the history lesson… we could use plans of the place tough” Elyise interrupts again. It would seem she’s officially had it with wasted Reaper by now. 

“Hm.. here,” he says the intercom updating with schematics. “The building’s partially collapsed now, but many floors and labs should be intact, and it had several basements, you’d have to go check on them yourselves.”

“It wasn’t abandoned now,” she says “It’s been turned into some sort of clinic, guards everywhere, and they’ve got the patients from Houswald captured inside. I think they’re experimenting on them… “ she says looking at you.

“Those bastards! They can’t do that!!!! You just hold right there… I’ll go get my suit and…” he says suddenly enraged.

“Enough!” she yells “You’re wounded, and in no shape to fight Reaper, and besides you’re retired! If you want to help, you need to pass on the coordinates to the rangers, your the only one with the tech in place to have communications in this dump!” Reaper’s gizmos are the most advanced you’ve seen yet rivaling farm’s experimental tech, and way ahead of the rangers. No wonder he was the top hero for so long if he had that much money to burn on it...

There is a silence on the other end and you can tell Reaper’s trying to process the words in slow motion. He’s so darn high, it’d be funny if your lives didn’t depend on him right now. “Fine… I’ll tell the rangers. Just wait till they are close before you make your move, you don’t want to get caught without reinfor..-” 

“I know!!! It’s not my first time doing this!” Elyise complains, but Reaper keeps going on about the dangers of the job until she simply turns off the intercom frustrated. 

“Wow… you’re really harsh on him” 

“Spare me,” she says walking onwards “I’ve been taking his tale of woe for three days straight while Charon investigated. And the worst part? The AI It only works with HIS voice recognition. HIS. Not mine. So I had to get him to repeat every question I asked, and you’d think he ‘d stop drinking while at it?  He did not. And the crying. God, the crying is the worst… You wouldn’t believe how bad he…”

You smile as you keep walking behind her hearing her huge list of complaints.

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DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fan fiction using characters and the setting of the Fallen Hero: Rebirth and upcoming Fallen Hero: Retribution games written by Malin Riden. I do not claim ownership of any characters from the Fallen Hero wold. These stories are a work of my imagination, and I do not ascribe them to the official story canon. These works are intended for entertainment outside the official storyline owned by the author. I am not profiting financially from the creation of these stories, and thank the author for her wonderful game/s, without which these works would not exist.