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.
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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.
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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."
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.
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