Cracked Vault

Issac had being lying in his bed for several days. He'd been known to stay out of the the Vault from time to time but as his condition had worsened, he'd been seen out of it less and less.
Jude and Luke had spend much of their time next to his bed tending to needs assisted by several of the external devices he'd created. Issac had said little since the Morphora troops catured the two battling outsiders and taken them away as a result of government juristiction. The loss had hit him hard.
Even Allan had brought him some sweets and painted some of his "Robots" bright colours to try and lift his mood.

It was all in vain because Issac was trying to find information and had been sending his conciousness into computer networks around the globe to find out where the captives were held. During this time he'd discovered several other pieces of startling news it was this that finally brought him back to reality. He called for Luke....

The File

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Case Name: The Mist

Case ID: L35214

First Observed: July 2005

Captured: July 2005

Recommendation: Control and send to obtain “The Globe of Hamirian”

Case Notes: This specimen is able to astral plane or turn his body to “Mist” and move to other places. When at his destination he is able to solidify and make contact with people or objects. He would be of great use for stealing artifacts and spying…………..

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I then realised I was part of everything that was going on in the news.

Waiting for a Break in the Clouds

Victor leaned out of his bedroom window, anxious about what he had just seen in the news. He was in a melting pot of vicious energy yet he couldn’t take advantage. It was cloudy outside.

Nathan

I first met Nathan a month ago but I’ve laid low since, on his advice. He told me he would find me when he found out more information. He didn’t offer up much about himself but I’m not in a position to test allegiances. I have to go for my instinct and my instinct tells me to trust him.

I wonder into the Slaughtered Lamb just before lunch and put my request to the barman. He acknowledges me and tells me to come through to the back.

“Nathan” I state, bringing myself to his attention.

Nathan is sitting at his desk reading a newspaper held open in front of him that covers his face. The main headline is about some fire that was out of control at a warehouse. Two people died apparently, cause unknown. He slowly closes the paper and places it on the desk revealing his well worn face, penetrating eyes and grey, wiry hair that stands out at unlikely angles.

His face warms, “Julian aka L35214, funny you should appear today. A package arrived this morning with some interesting if not disturbing news. You had better take a seat”

Warzone

The battle had raged for several hours before agreements had been made and a Mophora team were dispatched with the Government's blessing. By that time Citypoint had all but been demolished and some of the Barbican centre had been severly damaged.
The team quickly threw up a containment forcefield and fell into a holding position in the hope that the two would finally exhaust themselves and be easy to take down. This didn't happen, they seemed to feed off each others blows and soon the fields were in danger of collapsing. There was a change of strategy where the field would move and follow them and only be put into effect to prevent the destruction of property.
The battle began to rage through Farrington and up towards Kings Cross. The city streets were cleared as they went. It was when they were half way up Grey's Inn road that Vault and his team arrived on the scene. There were some stern words spoken between Vault and the Morphora squad but with reluctance they both decided that their differences could be dealt with after the issue in hand.
Jude, the Red Dart and three Morphora Heavy Suits were dispatched into the force field or the arena as the press had dubbed it....
London, the country and most of the world now sat and watched the events unfold before their eyes. No longer could the "London Phenomenon" be ignored.

Bevan relaxed in his Thames side apartment watching his recently purchased plasma TV. He chuckled to himself, pleased with his handy work. The phone rang,
"Hello Mr Zane" Bevan sat up in his leather chair.
"Yes I am pleased with result, the press are going crazy about the Morphora protectors. You shouldn't have any problem getting them on to the streets now!"

A pause

"Yes Mr Zane, I know that the Red Dart and his team need to dealt with. Let's just call that phase 2." Bevan took a sip of his wine.

L'amour

The guy had been giving him evil looks for weeks.... Why had a security guard (who smelt funny) got issues with him. He'd always smiled and nodded, he even stretched to calling him mate a few times. None of it had worked. Since David had separated from his wife he'd stopped even trying. When his body began exhibiting unusual behaviour he'd spent time on his own honing his skills and now he was ready for anything. It had at least restored some of his confidence.....
He left work a little early. Valentines had hit him the hardest, it'd been their anniversary. Young love can be sickening he thought as he finished his third pint.
As he arrived at the bar he noticed the security guard staring at him and laughing with a colleague. Fucking prick, he thought, I'm going to sort this out once and for all.
"You got a problem mate?" David straightened up, ears thumping with blood, body flooded with adrenalin.
"Yes I have as it happenes, you jumped up little prick!" the guard sized him up.
"You wanna take this outside?"
The security guard stood up and walked to the door.
"C'mon then ya twat" he jeered.
As David stepped out of the door he began to crackle as his power began to surge, he'd show this pleb once and for all. As he turned around he heard the sound of grating metal..... there was a huge crunch, sparks flew.

The guard lay 20 feet away, shaking his head, noticeably bigger and covered in a metal coating. He got to his feet, surprise then quickly turned to anger.

David smoothed his hair, his electricity surged from the impact.

They stared for a moment.... then they ran at each other....

Unknown Rhythms

I wake up feeling groggy, a headache attacking my senses and my body aching, drained of its natural feeling. It's as if my soul has been ripped from my body. My blood is dancing through my veins to some unknown rhythm. Things aren’t improving. I need to see Nathan again.

Possession

He pulled himself up onto the jetty his black clothes were soaked from the murky Thames water. Lying there for several minutes his long grey hair dripping onto the wooden boards he contemplated this new shell he'd adopted. He realised he'd finally lost track of what his original body had looked like. It didn't matter they were just vessels to use and dispose of as his mood or requirements dictated. He'd truly mastered the battle between his will and that of his victims, he needed a new challenge and a more permanent residence. Now it had become clear there more powerful bodies to populate he knew he had to aquire one.
He stood up, stretched and began to head for the nearest tube station.....

Activate

She stood in the shadows and took the device out of her pocket. It was a small metallic object, cold to the touch. She caressed it, enjoying the smooth well crafted surface. She flipped it open with a flick of her wrist to unveil a screen that illuminated her face in the night. She gently entered some digits into the touch screen, paused for a second and closed it. Darkness took hold and no one saw her smile to herself.

An unexpected visit

Geoff trotted up the stairs to his flat on the south side of the Kings Cross estate. He felt pleased with himself not only had he got paid by those corporates but by the Sun too. He'd become a minor celebrity in his manor. His article had allowed others to come forward with details of Issacs past and make a bit of loot out of it too. He didn't really feel guilty either, Issac was probably six feet under after the raid on his hideout a few months back.
He unlocked the barred gate picked up his milk and opened the insided door. Pushing his thumb into the milk top he flipped the paper to the back page.
"Hello Geoff"
Geoff dropped the milk
"You must've expected a visit from me after all the crap you told the Sun." Vault stood up and walked over.
"The Sun, I mean couldn't you have picked a better paper? I always fancied myself in a Guardian article. The weekend magazine perhaps." Vault paused, looked up at Geoff and shook his head. The mask remained expressionless.
"So I've had a long think about this and I've decided not to throw you out of the window, but I do have a little job for you" He patted Geoff on the shoulder.

The Dark will rise from the darkness

He sat curled up on his mildewed mattress covering his bruised legs with a blanket. He'd given up hope of being found a long time ago, days had turned into weeks and without any real light in the room he'd finally lost track of all time. The only way he could tell its passing was the visits from the man. The door would open and he knew humiliation and pain were to come, followed by assured peace, food and water, at least for a short time.
Over the last few months his strength had improved, he was able to put up a struggle like he had at the beginning. He had even taken the beatings and was able to get up soon afterwards.....

The door swang open, a sillouette stood in the door way. Dropping his ciggarette to the floor he stepped into the small room. Something inaudible cracked in the boy. As he rose from his makeshift bed, tendrils appeared from his back, sides and arms. They swept towards his opressor latching on to his body. The man stared off into the middle distance as blood drained from his body. The tendrils retracted, the dry husk dropped to the floor...

His face briefly flickered to that of a twisted laughing demon and then back to that of a bruised and beaten young man.

The boy walked into the light of the doorway and was gone....