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Blood Of Heroes (Sam), sixth.

August 12, 2020 - New Jersey, former underground Iron Fortress.

would have liked to have the genes of an evergreen. A tall pine tree that grows and strengthens, that never dies. She would have enough stamina and strong consistency of an old oak tree, the trunk wide and strong roots, intertwined with the very heart of the earth. He gave up the beauty that he had dressed, a time of irresistible sensuality, el'avrebbe changed with a rough bark that lasts forever. Instead of a red heart, breathing muscles would have preferred green and dry instead of warm blood resin. Hands as gnarled trunks of olive trees, rough nails, bay instead of hair, shiny lips like the leaves of the magnolia. The everything would be fine, because everything would be better to wither with the relentless speed, from day to day, from month to month, leaving behind only the bones.

Just like the roses.

Katrina Rubinkova based cutlery on the plate, leaving his meal in half. It keeps looking down, visibly uncomfortable, regardless of who has front and nothing less than her husband.

" not eat anymore?"

" I went my appetite. "

His voice sounds shrill, annoying as it rubs chalk on the blackboard, despite not having said more than a few words. Tomas watches her for a moment, before continuing to eat. He, too, with little appetite now. It 'nice, Tomas, and strange. Ordained as his British-born forces, blond, fair-skinned, still seems like a teenager. Yet the wild light in his eyes the shuffle, it breaks down: his eyes are yellow, bright, cut a thin vertical pupil.

not the same for her.

The

have graying hair, the eyes are decorated with two deep wrinkles and darken the circles. Her skin has lost the same light, as his body every day you let go, relax and ruin. His gaze is turned off, now, for several months. Since he started to feel pain in the bones, and the smell has become sour and wet, like he was rotting.

" We were invited to the inaugural address of the new government the day after tomorrow ..."

" Already? - it hurts to talk, and indeed it does in a low voice, coughing occasionally - is premature. There is yet to conquer the whole west coast, and resist ... "

" Blast does not want to delay it further - said the Englishman, with composure, then hesitates for a moment - we go? "

She seems to withdraw, closed in on itself as does a dry leaf.

" not want to introduce myself so ..." confesses, piano, keeping his eyes down.

" I think we should go, Kat. - Tomas says with a sigh, Gently taking her hand in his - expect we'll go, and all will see you again. I have heard some of our old friends by e-mail, and I ask all of you ... "

" They expect you to go. "

" What? "

" They expect you to go, not us. You've helped them with that research ... and you worked so hard for them in recent months, while I ... "

" You should take the field, Kat, Getting back on the streets. You're letting this thing kill you, While you should ... "

" This thing is killing me, Tom - she withdraws her hand over her mouth and coughing poggiandosela - maybe I could ... just this once ... I could make perfuming the air ... I could use the power ... "

" No - changing the look of man becomes severe, his fine eyes widen - doctors were clear, Katrina. Each time, it's as if you take it one year old. You can not. "

Then she puts her hands on the table, and stands up.

" This is not a life, Tomas. It is not even a pale imitation, it's just ... - forces her to stop coughing, but then resumed with a voice more shrill, more dirty - is just shit. I do not want to go, talk to your fucking friend fucking Blast. "

He looks frowning for a moment. Then he wipes his mouth with the corner of the cloth napkin and rises.

"Well - concluded, taking the dishes and headed for the dishwasher - means that I will go alone."

*

August 12, 2020 - San Fernando Valley, near Los Angeles.

"You know what - Dante puts on a rubber mouth in Brooklyn, the waste paper thrown on the floor - I broke the balls of the desperate. The poor usually stink, and the places where the poor live stink too - inspired by the bottom, the air of that place knows of rotten fish - slut whore. If I were a mutant would not think twice about planting here, know this. Back to New York right now. Shit, I think there are doing great, all the lackeys of the girl. Okay, but you you the fuck? Because I've always wondered if you, the end, after having made your dry I mean brother, and do not feel like to die with this doubt. Why, say, there is a friend of mine who died some 'time ago that has always claimed was a lesbian. But I think that ... "

" Malakian. Shut up. "

Cameron rubs his forehead, making the space between your thoughts. Around him see nothing but the walls of an empty warehouse.

" do not understand. All the information we have leads us to this place. They should be here. "

" Maybe we just look back. They'll make a picnic. "

Cameron thinks a moment, before surrendering himself to the ground, sitting cross-legged. Sigh.

" I do not suppose we can only wait."

Dante closes his eyes, snorts. And not without a slight feeling of disgust, sits down to earth too, next to the former Blood Angel.

" course I've come a long way, eh ..."

" I do not follow ..."

" is on, you understand. Before you and the girl were Roseanne "

" Before, things were different "

" sure? I do not know Reese, not really. Have changed roles. The oppressors are now the oppressed, the oppressed against their oppressors. Karma say, no? The only asshole who is always on the side of the losers, in the midst of this mess, seems to be you ... "

" are you driving? "

" Nowhere. I said to talk "

" Ah. "

" But you'd have taken your place in the sun, I think. In short, you're not tired of fighting for those destined to lose? That is, do not get me wrong, fuck if I'm happy to have you with us, but ... "

" You forget that I too am a human, Malakian"

" But the little girl a place for you would be confidential. He reserved for Fiumevento, imagine if he would not reserved for you. In fact, maybe you were more useful to you, here with me now. You could reason with her. Brush down a bit ', basically just needs someone to take his head. Holy Christ, is twenty years old ... "

" Blast is no longer controllable. He knows what his goals. And how to reach them. It has a black list, Malakian, which includes all those who were involved in the oppression of Gates government. A long list ... "

" Ah, about that. A little birdie told me that he did publicly executed Karl Mandic, New York "

" Exactly "

" And another little bird told me that he wants to send the mutants on which experiments made here on the West Coast, to hunt down the human resistance. Along with the other quotas. "

" are mavericks, how does being able to control them? "

Dante smiles softly, very gently, as if he was feeling a great affection for the subtlety of that plan.

" You remember the son of Mandic, no? The paraplegic telepath ... "

" will use him? "

" So say my birds ... "

Cameron frowns and opens up her lips ready to refute, when an unidentified object's size L ' air ear. Malakian is thrown to the side dragging with him, cursing under his breath. He puts up with more agility than you might expect from a man of his age, pulls the revolver from the holster with a surprising readiness. Levelling up, focusing on a man in the loft under the windows wide.

" I see you!" scream as Dante gets back on his feet, dazed. He

breathing accelerated and focused on their beat. Cameron knows why.

"But I see you better , Reese ..." , hiss that has the flavor of a sadistic smile, ferocious.

Alongside Ian Baldwin, for the entire perimeter of the warehouse loft that emerges from an increasing number of heads and mouths of guns. Cameron swallows. He should know.

" I'm here just to talk, Baldwin - shouting to be heard, without lowering the gun and aligning out the viewfinder with a portion of the skull found former MCU - Blast chasing us too. We can help you arrange the West Coast "

" Why should I trust you, Reese? "

" Why is a human too. ".

A third voice, moving in the air, a man who falls easily from the mezzanine to the ground, touching only with the fingertips to the ground. When you call standing in the eyes of Cameron whale a moment of hope, security commingled with a certain amount of surprise.

" Owen ..."

" Welcome back on the losing side, Cam. "

*

" How much did you say that?"

" One year, a year and a half ..."

" It is called ..."

" Erin. Her name is Erin. "

The girl smiles and holds her arms up, rocking the cradle rather awkwardly.

"And exactly What makes you think I'm a proper father figure, if I may ask? "

" father figure? - Blast frowns, leaning over the cradle and just watching the little girl with a vague scientific curiosity, studying - I thought you could only get along with. You know, the father had a hair blonde, platinum, and playing guitar. Californians like you ... "

" I'm from Miami ... "

" E 'the same. "

Chase extends a finger toward the child, testing the grip.

" His father was a mutant?"

"Already "

" And you take care of her daughter because ..."

"The mother is a human, and he died in Atlanta "

" Ah. "

The boy sighed, running a hand through his hair bright.

" Okay. Anja But not like ... "

" She is good enough. "

Blast gets back straight and the system dark shirt, sleeves rolled up just below the elbows, waist and the first two buttons undone. The black eyes, scars, heavy black streaks gives more years ... all of those who actually did, making it look like a warrior. And indeed it has never been more.

" How am I?"

Chase turns and looks, from head to foot.

" I would not like having to leave the orphan child for the second time ..." she whispers .

"Blast Are you okay, are you okay" he says, soon after. Move your eyes on the door and knock, taking the opportunity to change the subject in the center of attention, is quick to respond "on."

Tomas looks distinct and ordered, as usual, and that evening is particularly elegant. Dark suit, white shirt and knotted tie well. Just greets the two adults, shifting the focus almost immediately on the cradle.

" The famous Erin?"

"Just her"

smiles when approaching the girl, and while Chase salutes and goes out of the room, Tom's eyes change color, across a wide range of tones and settling on the electric blue.

" E 'excited and curious. Very impetuous - his smile is accentuated - will grow up quite a temper. - then move your gaze on Blast, his eyes change back to color, changing to yellow riattestandosi - the'll keep you? "

" No. If they bother Guinness and California. "

" Oh. - the boy hides his disappointment with some effort - do you think are appropriate? "

" unconventional, perhaps - she is just swinging his head and walked to the window, drawing aside a curtain. Times Square is crowded with people, even from that distance can read the banners. A stage just for you. A crowd just for her. For just one moment you feel insecure - but I'm sure that will cope. How is your research? "

" Good, very good ... - he says, then sighs - us to experiment, and we are proceeding smoothly. "

" Excellent . As you know, has the highest priority. The West Coast will start to worry ... "

" 'll all be ready in time. "

Blast looks away from the square and move it man, just team with eyebrows furrowed.

" How's your wife?"

Tomas takes a big sigh, as if he had been given the opportunity to remove a burden from his shoulders.

" insists to use his power, and not always able to stop him. It 's very frustrating for you ... every day ... the signs of his aging - says the word with difficulty, in a low voice - are more evident. "

" understand. I'm sorry - she remains a serious and calm in every word, the silent face of any expression to suggest that what he said is actually true - but know you've tried everything. ... Maybe you should just accept their fate. And pass the time you have left next to her. "

" Blast, I thought ... - the man's voice becomes uncertain, his eyes shining becomes more opaque, confused - if she could go back to work ... she would feel more motivated to ... well. - swallow - to live ... "

" Tomas. Katrina is weak, you know "

... Fiumevento know that you put to work on a national information network ... - observes, with bated breath - would mean so much to her ... "

" Tom ... "

" And for me ..."

Blast sighs, passing a hand through his hair, looks out the window again and hesitates, allowing for a long moment of silence.

" Fiumevento will definitely need professional sound ... and your wife ... has always been a good journalist. - snaps the tongue against the palate, relaxed-looking scientist confident of his best - there will certainly be a place for her. "

*

Brothers mutant repeats mutant brothers feel the smell of sweat and feel the excitement of the crowd and raised his arms up and scream and she just said brothers mutants because we are brothers and brothers mutants and we won the war, this war we won and then we talk talk if you can put into words everything that we did talk about whether you can say in words all we have heard and endured, and the weight on the shoulders of these people talk about when I hear you say you know we will not hear you smell of people do not feel the smell of those who were there were only so many people lost and alone and now I do not see what we are now we are one people with one voice we are three million hands up and come from all over the east coast and have come to feel we are brothers and brothers mutant mutants and today we are finally free .

Free .

A million and half people are one voice.

A person who says one thing than does a weak voice.

A woman goes out in the crowd, too far from the stage.

Urla killer.

cries and holds out his arms forward and while the square of that voice sounds hoarse and vibrating, a woman screaming so much to do almost burst his breast, and screams killer. 're just a murderer.

's just a killer.

She fights for freedom, says the one voice of a million and half people who stood up against the wall as a weak voice.

voice hoarse and throbbing even hear. He continued his speech.

killer, screaming voice weak.

voice weak and his chest bursts, and the tears in his eyes, leaned forward and his fists in despair.

Urla killer.

The weak voice is swallowed up and disappears. In one voice, lose track of him.

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What If: The Fusion, Yves (second part).

10:33 PM.

"Get out of my head!"

"If you tell me how I would be happy ... but believe me it is not easy, I'm not a telepath!"

Blast continues to walk undisturbed through the corridors devoid of light BMT Building. At the bottom of the stairs feel operatives who come to the floor. The invading the instinct to hurl away, and then frying their nerves.

A turn to the left, behind a door, and Blast is found in the bathroom.

"Do not make me angry ... you will not regret it bitterly!"

"Haha ... you have not noticed I'm into you ... do you want? Hit you alone? "

" I ... "

A look in the mirror. Startled at the sight of the girl reflected.

blacks and golden hair, the left eye completely black, which has never been able to express emotions, the right iris shows green, that on other occasions has expressed all the emotions that a human can experience.

Bassin, slim, sweet and terrifying at the same time.

"You! I would have to kill you long ago! What you done?!? "

" Yes, I ... and you ... more than I should kill you ... but it is not time to talk about who would kill people ... do you understand what happened ? I just remember I was on a yacht with my boyfriend, a beautiful starry night, with the city without lights you could see the whole sky. For dinner, there was most of all, I also had a few drinks' of wine even if I do not know ... I still have 21 years. Anyway, we danced all ser ... "

" AS YOU SPEAK! "

In reality, no one talks unless the speaker continues to give the red alert signal still for a few minutes. The two share the same thoughts, while the body is motionless, his eyes fix the mirror.

"Haha, it tells me my boyfriend. Um ... but my memories ... I stop here awakened within you ... ... well, with you. Lucky eh? "

" As a farmer who sees the invasion by locusts, harvest ... but I was fighting with your friends MCU racist ... ... and then here with you. Now, however, does not bother me, I have to get out of here ... if only I knew where I am! "

" Hey, and I do not think ...? Oh right, you go out even if you leave me ... "

The black eye following incredulous right arm that goes to finish her hair to frame better face ... not a "gesture by Blast.

"Stop ... I'm in charge here, otherwise I might as well give up!"

"What have I done? You would not be bad if you settle down a bit '. Anyway, I do not think just leaving it all to you. Do not you think you are stupid. "

" What makes you think that I will leave you still move the damn arm? "

" Have not you wondered why those operators out there are still alive? Did not want to fry? "

" ... it was you that you came here then? "

" Exactly ... I think I know where we are ... ... "

Speak ... or ... "

" Or what? Before you say I talk too much and then threaten me if I'm silent ... you're just weird! However, it is useless to you warm ... just past the guards will go towards the stairs "

***

The rumor that the building is now vulnerable BMT has spread through the city in a short time.

As usual, the voice first came to the ears of the criminals than to those of law enforcement.

(Continued ...)

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What If: The end justifies the means (third part), Will.

One of the many apartments in one of the many low-class neighborhoods of New York City. The silence broken only by insults between neighbors to inane questions ...

One mirror hung at an angle in a dirty bathroom. The reflected image is tired and carved by time.

* There is no one left ... Adrian ...*

wrinkled hands leaning over the sink chipped in several places, out of breath with difficulty from the chest of the reflected image.

* All swept away by the clones ...*

The human body shivers to those thoughts as he brings a hand to his head not without gray hair. The eyes are closed knits his brow and multiplying the number of wrinkles already present

* You must still remember ...

Fiumevento Will ... disappeared

Rubinkova Katrina ... locked in an insane asylum, mad, lost forever

The Blood Angels are over, the BMT with Malakian is subdued, the police are corrupt and dismembered ...

control the city ... The Marauders *

The tap of marble gives in to pressure from the old hands thwarted in large pieces that ruin the ground with a grinding noise and annoying.

* Be vigilant is to die the day after the registration, the MCU does not understand it, continues to pursue those who do not follow this stupid law ...*

The hand rushes to the shelves lit by the dim light bulb, violent and brutal everything down to the ground. The pads come out in blisters and uncontrolled impact on the ground with the sound of machine gun.

In all this whirlwind of thoughts, a recognizable sound. The man turns towards the table, which is his cellphone, he takes it and reads its contents. He smiles slightly almost in defiance.

* Mc Leod has a track ...*

Exit the bathroom, phone in hand, bare-chested at all deficient in terms of muscles.

The living room is small and narrow, the room is more spacious, but dirty as every other room in that house neglected. Open the cabinet and the secret false bottom.

* A large shipment of drugs ...*

dell'armor guards are fitted with mechanical gestures. soon as Kevlar lightweight, the trench and every gadget is in its place.

* Fear will be there, I feel, is a crazy maniac, waiting for me ...*

Grab the wide brimmed hat and the mask of Anger, alter Will his ego aide. Wear it with a deep breath, almost feel the anger of the reporters who died in the veins.

* It will not just be him ...*

He puts his hat and crushed for good on the head, the mask hiding a lot of angry Anger. He walks to the window, takes the hook and disappear like every time in the city, flitting through the streets of the slums.

****************************** *****

The grapple is hooked to the railing of the roof of the building crumbling, Spirit breathes deeply and activates the pulley. The cable pulls the high-speed upward, the trench coat that covers the protection Kevlar flutters in the gloom of dusk, while the hat is agitated, but remains firmly anchored to the head of the left hand because of the vigilante unregistered, which holds it firmly down. Harness the ascent propulsion to leap over the railing of the roof and land on the concrete exterior of the building. The hook is placed in one of the pockets of the trench. Spirit looks around on the roof, as if searching for something, but apart from the door leading to it from inside the building and the antenna, not known anything. Then a bright glow, closes his eyes and opens them, he turns and sets the mask of Anger Point. A flame comes alive and grows increasingly large and hot blazes until it took the form of a woman by the hair tonic and shapes of fire.

"Mc Leod."

Verbs Spirit, the mask he wears disguises his voice giving a hoarse sound, deep and metallic

"Flame."

verbs in response Lean almost sour. The passage of time does not seem to almost touch her and despite being a mature woman now, always retains the same charm of yesteryear.

... Flame. "

Spirit nods slowly. Then some cough, chronic long time.

"If you can not do it, I will go alone ..."

There's no kindness in that tone of voice, only the most extreme apathy. A woman of fire, but only outside. In the heart is colder than deep space.

"Do not talk nonsense, I am the leader of the group."

"Group ..."

Flame sarcastic smiles

"We have been you and me ..."

"It Will."

Flame's face takes up almost no heat so great is the anger that rises

"Will is dead ... or worse ..."

is sad in their eyes, while the rest of his face remains impassive

"No, he would rather kill him."

Cala then silence, the two look at each other for long moments as if they were saying something implicit, but tremendously important. The city below them now about to be enveloped by darkness, now fallen, without hope of return. In the hands of the Marauders ... Then a very distinct noise like a buzz with a powerful engine. The two move the look where the sun is going down and notice that an undefined shape is flying just for them.

"What do you see, Spirit?"

Flame turns completely to the shape of incoming and becomes amber, such as incandescent. Spirit settled its viewers can concentrate on steering wheel.

"I see half the human body ... It 'Mann."

Flame time to snap the look of Spirit.

"Can not, can not leave the room I created by ... "

" Obviously it can, because he is about to land. "

Rudolph Mann, the duo reached the roof, circling a couple of seconds and then decreases power reactor slowly landing on a concrete surface. Any man's left hand is covered with a thick layer of shiny metal, chipped and stamped in several places, but strong and intact as it once was, what remains of his armor ... The rest of the metal structure melts into the skin until insinuarvisi and disappear under it to reappear in an irregular manner on the arm and shoulder on the right side of the human body.

"Mechanus."

Flame stops shine and starts to approach them, seraphic and serious than ever

"I can give you four hours."

Move your gaze on Spirit

"The team still exists."

slight smile on the right side of the mouth, not hidden from the helmet dell'armor that blends into the skin to about half of his face. Spirit does not insist, is not his nature to do so, Flame watching him for a few seconds, breathe deeply and turns, all three watching the sun go off behind the skyline. Moments that seem like an eternity long recall many memories, from the foundation of the Seer by Will, their first successes in their moment of glory ... and their decline. As before, stopped to see the sun fell asleep behind the tranquil sea horizon, giving a dark sky and clouds painted ... The scene is the same that would be made years ago, except there were more members and would were even younger.

"Running."

A moment later and disappeared from the roof. That dilapidated roof of the building of twenty-two floors, the roof was once animated by a spirit dead, that roof where they had gathered a million times ... The roof of the headquarters of the New York Bugle.

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The storage area of \u200b\u200bthe port is an inauspicious place and fraught with danger since the police have fallen into disrepair. The three emerge into an empty warehouse with the help of Mann, which opens a passage from the sewers to the inside, passing directly to the soil. The appearance of Mechanus is not the best, the purple spots are appearing along the human body that has remained. His face was impassive as he watches the other two and gives them a hand out of the hole created.

"Forget it ..."

Verbs cold and hoarse Spirit while pulling up from seemingly without fatigue. Flame floating quietly out of the hole alighting on the floor of the warehouse. The voice is low among the three. Spirit takes the first word.

"Mechanus, attacking the main entrance doing a lot of noise. Flame, funds the right wall and enter, I do it from above. No Fear hires until we're all here."

Browse through the eyes of the two ..

"The tactic is the same, avoid contact. Flame, burn every bit of disgusting slime leaving the body of Fear, I I Mechanus the smoke and you hit him mercilessly with the cannons. If there are clones, Flame, flames surrounded us, we must find ways to isolate, as usual, one at a time holding off the other. "

not asking whether or not there are any questions . There are questions that have already been answered.

***************************** * **********

The door instantly succumbs to the hot wall that literally melts Flame with a touch of the hand. She and Spirit enter the last room of the store remained unexplored. Dante is in front of them, sitting on a cash pours, not as elegant as ever. Seer The two look around without noticing anything, the room is empty.

"Benarrivato ..."

The voice of a middle-aged Dante is safe, but look at the madness reigns supreme ... is the look of Fear.

"Malakian?"

Spirit verbs hoarse and cold while watching him from behind the mask of Anger.

"Spirit, how long ..."

malicious and sarcastic smiles and then jump down from the box and grab the stick of ebony inlaid with gold to help in walking toward them. Flame it looks cold and impassive, is already shining of incandescent, his anger can be felt in the air.

"I will not get lost in talk, I'm here to do you a favor."

He stops, stick forward, both hands placed on a stand in a pose winning and statuary. Spirit breathes in deeply, Mann have to wait, but the four hours are nearly expired. Aside the anger.

"Favor."

"The Spirit, I have something here that might make you happy."

He turns and presses a button on the box where it previously sat. The floor of the two corners of the room opens and two metal shells emerge from underground every having a sort of porthole.

"See anything familiar?"

The evil grin turns into an expression of seraphic. Spirit observed one of the two shells and freeze in silence without any movement. Flame almost goes out and looks the other shell ... its flames increase and then turn black as the universe.

"... Jonas ..."

A moment of pause that seems to last an eternity.

"What the fuck did you JONAS!"

almost screams like a mad woman leaning forward and raising both hands.

"Ah ah ah, one moment ..."

cautions sarcastic, placing his hand still on the button of the case. At that gesture Flame stops. Spirit has not moved to secure the other shell. Silent, almost as if there were.

"Have you seen the most beautiful ..."

presses the button and the center of the room, opens a gate and another shell coming out of the ground.

"Here's to you, mister Fiumevento ..."

says chuckling crowd as he opens his arms as if to welcome a distinguished guest and expected. The stick falls to the ground with a wooden noise, no one cares. Flame fixed Will's face, the flames are still black. The term is hard. Move your gaze on a spirit only now see the shell in which is hibernated and the Will of Jonas.

"Now we make a good game ..."

Place your hand on the shell that contains Will. The tone is serious.

"Even Will"

Spirit's words are hoarse and cold, full of anger. Dante takes negative word nodding his head with disappointment.

"Oh no, Fiumevento ... is not corruptible, there's something in his mind that I can not cross."

Some metallic thud and then the door jambs are allarganti decided by blows and violent Mechanus enters the room, gun in place and running left forearm. Mann points out the shells, the expression hardens. The spots on his body are more widespread now and breathe a bit 'hard. Apart from that is huge and awesome as ever.

"Ah Mann, I am changed ..."

Dante smiled maliciously.

"Now we make a good game, if you want Fiumevento, one on one with my eyes ..."

The shells are opened with a cloud of gas. They stagger out of sight and apparently absent, Katrina and Jonas, a very young boy, about fifteen years. Jonas made his way slowly to the Flame for mechanical and instinctive reaction is a step backwards.

"Flame, what the hell are you doing?"

Intima Mechanus, while Spirit is still on its way to observe Katrina him. The Mask of Anger does not let any emotion.

"Stop ..."

Verbs quiet Dante to the two hour stop.

Jonas ... "

Flame is now looking horrified the young man in front of him, who returns his gaze with an impassive and absent. Mechanus can not understand what is happening, no doubt sensing the Spirit takes the word of man-machine interface, hoarse and cold watching the fifteen that crosses his arms chest.

"Now he is a clone of Fear."

Lean can not cry, the body heat dries the tears. The flames that surround remain pitch black.

"What must be done ..."

Raise your hand and the tip in the direction of Jonas ...

"It will be done."

sad tone, a subtle gesture and the boy on fire, but does not move, it remains motionless while being devoured by the flames controlled by Black Flame that does not charge any concession. In a short time the whole body of the young is reduced to ashes. Dante looks impassive and Flame lowers his hand silently.

"Brava Flame ..."

Dante says, smiling while inhales deeply and looks at his watch.

"Come Spirit, is up to you."

Katrina waits motionless with eyes watching Spirit emptied of life and the heat that had once, but Spirit does not stick. He sticks a hand in your pocket with surprising speed and activating the smoke throws to Dante, who still smiles while the gas quickly clogged the area around the man that is covered with a dark substance ... in an instant, Fear makes its appearance and sounds a chilling scream.

"Flame! Mech! On Dante!"

verbs quickly and puts the spotlight on Katrina as it prepares to fight. In fact, a dark substance comes from her side holding a large part of the body, leaving only some free patch and the right side of the face. But Flame does not move, the flames around her off slowly. Spirit looks horrified ...

"FLA ..."

He can not finish. Spirit is thrown against the wall, guards in kevlar absorb some impact, but the breath away. Ruin on the ground with a clang, the belt comes off dall'armor and objects are scattered around him. Mechanus all reaction points the gun in the direction of Katrina.

"NOT YOU, FEAR!"

But the cry of the Spirit comes too late. Mechanus explodes a stroke of plasma to which Katrina smashed against the wall in a dark and seething. Then impassive aims towards the blanket of smoke, but apparently disappeared Fear is not seen anywhere. Then subsoiler to the mud splattered against the wall and continues to affect up to destroy it completely.

"Shit ...."

Spirit curses while dragging, remove the mask of Anger coughing and spitting blood. Mechanus kneels, breathes with difficulty, the dark spots are now large and obvious on the body is shaken by some trembling.

"FLAME!"

He rails about how strong he is heading in the direction of the woman now laying motionless on the ground the ashes. Spirit kneels down and stops coughing, dragging up to Mechanus. Followed by long moments of silence, Lean is becoming brighter and then disappears from the place without so much of a glance or a word the two. Mechanus no longer able to stand, falls with a heavy metallic thud and turn upside down looking at the ceiling of the warehouse. It no longer forces and four hours have passed now.

'E' was great ... Adrian live again. "

Spirit's gaze moves from the point where it disappeared in the face of Flame Mechanus, with sadness, but pride. Mann coughs vigorously as it bends to one side in the grip of extreme pain.

"Adrian ..."

speaks with difficulty, but the will to do it is strong.

"Lean ... Because ..."

"... It was his son."

Words of Spirit flowing fast. Mech nods floor with a sad expression on his face as he slowly closed his eyes.

"Bon voyage, Rudolph."

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A man in a chair, kneeling before him as a sign of respect, his servant: Joke Smail.

"As you wish ..."

The glass with the liqueur is made to rotate slowly and a satisfied smile on his face is painted by John Dorian, who despite his age, is always distinguished man he once was.

Perry The Platypus Mug

What If: Black Out, Yves (second part).

10:30 PM.

The entire New York for about a week is supplied by energy the laboratories of the BMT absorb held by Blast in a coma for drugs designed specifically for her by the researcher Noa Eban. But the whole BMT
Building is also fueled by Marika Ashton and Yves Dioscuri, closed in two cabins connected, allowing the structure does not collapse under the negative pulse of Blast, which also unconscious attempt to sabotage the plans of the Government.

"Last night took my breath away with that dress ... I hope it has worn me thinking ..." conversations between

Ian Baldwin and Shaka Vellerande were becoming somewhat monotonous tastes and trends for the administrator, But the director knew too much to afford not to listen to it.

"The usual b uong ustaio of ... sector, I have ... or if n for here ... i know ... the spec is also if ra ..."

"There must be some probl ..."

All the communication systems of the Building BMT die suddenly. Twenty seconds later, New York back in the dark.
Only a metallic voice sounds disturbing.

"RED ALERT, RED ALERT, UNREGISTERED PERSON."

Blast finds himself disconnected from the dozens of wires that first covered her body. Covered by a coat enters shivering and confused between the dark corridors of the BMT Building.

"Who are you?"

"Who are you?"

answers a voice sharp and almost annoying that echoes in my head of Blast.

"I think I know your voice."

"Idem"

***

"Dr. Vellerande come on ... can be dangerous to stay here."

One arrives at the last operating administering the plan to escort out of the BMT Building.

"Someone can explain what hell is going on? "

plays the voice of the administrator, clearly irritated, while collecting her bag, puts the expensive shoes and cleavage at the foot of a slap to wake the cat.

'E' was observed anomaly in the electrical system. Since the generator is playing a position he has reached the isolation room of Blast by melting some electrical main arteries ... I went to check, the Dioscuri and Ashton disappeared, and apparently Blast is released. "

" Madre de Dios! "

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