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Maskt rubbed the white growth of his new mask, thinking about the night he killed Judictor.

Saying it had been easy would be a lie. They had been at it longer than they ever had before, until finally, Judictor managed to break the mask. He could feel it cracking, until it shattered and let out the power that fueled him...

Without any reason, he began to laugh, quickly shifting into his shrill "YEEAA-HA-HA!" It was all so poetic, and going according to plan! When his colleagues arrived, it would be even more hilarious.


Meanwhile, Judictress sat at the post she had inherited from her grandfather. She read the files on Maskt, searching for the one peice of information she needed. Nowhere in the files was the location of his ship! There were only vauge hints, nowhere the real location. She sighed, buried her head in her hands. Can't she get one break?

"Feeling guilt already Maskt?tsk tsk tsk,you really need to get some counseling or something..."Said Nightfall Commander as he stepped from the shawdows of the room,his armor glistening in the light
"you know if you need a base of opperations you can use my new hideout in the mountains,although i havent hired any henchmen or set any traps yet..... but its on my to do list"while he said that he was looking through the evil newspaper 'Conquer the Globe' checking the classifieds for henchmen or minions,"i know i could just make a bunch of robot troops but you know you have to have some mortal beings around you to make yourself seem even stronger"

Sometimes... he wondered why he did it. Not that he didn't enjoy being Heavy Metal... and not to say he didn't love finally taking care of crime and corruption the way he knew it needed to be done... but some days... he couldn't remember why he'd given up his life to it.

... then... it hit him. That picture on his bedisde table... his daughter... his wife... he looked at it every night, and it all came back to him. If he'd spent a little more time at home... if he'd paid a little less attention to his work and a little more to his family... he'd have been there to protect them.

"... it always goes like that... doesn't it? We need a slap in the face... someone needs to take our entire life away from us... before we even begin to realize we had something to protect. Every man... who has ever been a hero... has failed in his duty once. Otherwise... he's not a hero."

Heay Metal laughed to himself, continuing down the street. The police were investigating a murder... some kid down on Stanton was all shot up. Seemed more and more people were ending up dead in the streets these days, too.

Leaving the rest of his thoughts inside his head, he focused upon the task at hand, now... confronting the police on the scene. This was his favorite part of the job.

Unfortunately... he wouldn't have the opportunity to get to it. As he reached the intersection of Stanton and Briggs... the scene before him was like something out of a horror movie.

Police cars were tipped on their sides, others torn to pieces. The bodies of several officers were strewn about whislt those who had escaped relatively unharmed tended their wounded. Heavy Metal stepped into the clearing, armored boot crushing something that sounded suspiciously like bone under his weight. He looked around, then raised his voice above the panicked din.

"What... in the hell... is going on here?"

There was a strange humming in his ear... slowly getting louder. Soon, it was a screeching loud buzz, pulsating and increasing in volume. Finally, he opened his eyes and slammed his fist into the alarm clock.

Pulling himself out of bed, Samuel Harsinger walked over to the bathroom door and slammed it shut behind him... tossing aside his shirt and pants. He twisted the shower knob on, and waited for it to heat up.

"D*mn... I keep having that same dream. Why the hell do I keep reliving that nightmare?" He cut himself off there and blinked into the mirror. "... and why do I keep talking to myself?"

(would have posted earier but my bro closed the screen :evil: )
as Nightfall Commander say there,in one of many metal chairs
gathered around a large metal table,he sat there awaiting more villian to arrive,Nightfall thought to himself,"Wow,here i am sitting in a room sitting near Maskt,killer of Judictior,just think a few weeks ago i was a small time crook compared to where i is now......*Flash Back!*"

((((((((((5 WEEKS EARLIER))))))))))
Edward was walking along the sidewalk at night his hood drawn over his head
but as he heard police sirens he sped up a bit,but as a squad car turned the street corner Edward freaked and bolted,the cops noticed that and gave chase,"i'd better move quick,i dont wanna run into any supers here"
by then he had learned to fly but not really fast and he was able harness some of his munipulation power,Edward made a quick turn about an allyway and flew,wearing dark clothes with no moon was a good day to pull a big hiest,the wind flying through his hoodie chilled him,"god its cold tonight,id better get to Jim and sell this stuff"as he said that he clutched a bag of diamonds then he had in his pocket,Jim bought just about anything stolen and these diamonds would get him some good cash and some good info,you see Jim not only bought stolen goods,but he sold info,mostly onthing he heard on the street but he sometimes had good info on military research, no one asks him how he gets this info........

Edward entered a small shop,dark with a small table in the middle on the room,with a man smoking a cigar in a chair behind the table
"Jim,ive got some 'goods' for you,got any good word from the street?"Edward questioned the shady man
"that depends what kind of 'goods' are we talking about?"
with that Edward poured the diamonds on the table
a glem shown across Jim's eys as he looked on the diamonds
"this'll do.......*scoops the diamonds off the table and passes Edward a few grand*ok there is a secreative military reserch facility off inn the mountains,birds say they're putting the finishing touches on a new techno armor,among other weapons,heres the greatest thing,the security there is slim to none,it would be easy for a guy like you to walk in take out their rent-a-cops and take what you want,you were never here......."
Edward walked out of store never looking back,he had learned to trust Jim,his info was right most of the time

,3 weeks later Edward stood a few dozen feet from the facility
Jim was thankfully right,there was only one bored looking guard
loosely holding a SMG,yawning consently
Edward turned to a pile of rock and pointed his hand at it
a bright blue light shot out of his and covered the rocks,they began to move and change,into the form of a man,the man look very similar the guard,compleate with SMG,Edward ordered the stone man to the guard
although he said it with some strain,the power of controling the being was tough on him,not yet used to the power
the stone man headed toward the guard and began to 'speak' to him
the guard look very confused and began to raise his weapon,the stone man then struck the man down with the rock gun,the man then fell to the ground in a crumpled heap,the guard disposed of Edward moved quickly inside picking up the guard SMG as he entered,instructing the stone man to stand guard Edward made his way into the complex
everyone was either asleep or not there at night so it was easy making his way around,he eventually made his way to the room where they were holding the armor without incident,but as helooked through a window he saw that some scientists were doing final tests on the suit"i may as well wait until they're done,let them make sure its safe :twisted: "Edward thought,in about an hour or two(he spent his time practiceing his power on a book,page by page bringing them to life,but he also watched the tests they did learning how to oparate the armor)"The final test's are compleate Frank its fully ready and safe to use :D "said one of the scientists popping open a bottle of champaine
"perfect :twisted: "Edward said an evil grin on his face
so he burst into the room gun in hand,"ok everyone im takeing this armor and what ever i want!!and if anyone wants to stop me they'll die....Got It!"
most of the scientist either passed or or wet themselves,one made a move to stop him but he was tackled by the huindreds of paper men Edward had made,Edward stepped into the armors open shell,which then slowly closed,Edward took a few seconds to look at the new him and laughed evilly picking up one of the nearby weapons(the super-heated boomarangs)and put it on,picking up the SMG he opened up on the crowd
loudly waking up and personal in to place,practice the new armor's strength he punched the supports of the building with one punch
he continued this ranpage until the entire building fell,killing all inside,except him,he then sat in the rubble slowly reforming the place,practiceing his weapons and armor,and thinking of a good evil name
with the rubble compleatlely reformed into a massive evil fortress and his skills greatly improved,a named dawned on him
he shouted from his rooftop"I am the Nightfall Commander!!!and the world will bow to me!!"

Present:still thinking to himself looking at Maskt,"ok so maybe the world wont be under my complete control,it may be some sort of joint ownership deal,but if we villians spilt up the world i get north america!"

Marcus sits at his small desk, sorting papers for the boss of the company.

"Blue sneakers with yellow stripes.... Yellow Sneakers with blue Stripes..."

He worked for the "Fit Nice Shoe Company". It was a slow day as usual...

Maskt leaned back in his chair and turned to Nightfall Commander. "Well, since our colleauges seem to prefer the solitude, allow me to fill you in on my plan." He pressed a button on his chair, and a holo projector in front of Nightfall's chair sprung to life, showing a list of hero names that included, among others, Heavy Metal and Time Tosser. "Those are the heroes I plan to eliminate first. I estimate this will make them weaker than it will cost us. Judictress isn't on that list, as I want my Marc Antony good and enraged when she comes for her Brutus."

Meanwhile, Judictress was lying on the roof of her grandfather's house, now her house, looking at the sky. She wondered where Maskt was, while reveiwing the hints she had in her mind. It had to be somewhere in some mountain range, but there were too many ranges around the world to search them all. She needed him to do something, and soon.

looking at the list he over viewed the ones he could beat,the ones that were a calk walk,and the ones that could die just by haveing a baby fart on them
"i belive i could fight heavy metal but i havent heard much of this time tosser
ive been busy with createing my base i was out for a few months"
he then croosed his fingers,layed his elbow on the table and rested his head on it,a metalic clang resounded through the room as his helmet hit the table
"i feel as if most of the supers on this list can be easily overcome,in fact i saw this one on my way here......*pointing to the Rebounding Waistband*he's not far from here,i could make something to take care of him"
he stood from his chair and pointed to the chair next to him,blue light blasting from his hand engulfing the chair,it began to change and contort,slowly it began to take a humaniod shape,leaping up on the table the humaniod finnaly took shape,an exact duplicate of Maskt,only smaller,the tiny Maskt waved to Maskt,Ngithfall told the tiny hellion,"ok,i want you to hunt down the Rebounding Waistband and kill him,it wont be hard he couldnt fight his way out of a wet paper bag"the tiny Maskt nodded and ran off to hunt down the underwear-themed hero

turning to Maskt,Nightfall Commander said,"the greatest thing about my creatures is they dont feel pain or get tired,its as strong as the material made from it,so that metal man will kill the Rebounding Waistband with ease"

(Meanwhile)
The Rebounding Waistband had just stopped a pursesnatcher by bouncing him into a wall(the Rebounding waistband is a stretchy hero,but all the good rubber names were taken so he was stuck with this underwear name

just then a metal man lept from out of nowhere and punch the hero right in the face,he was sent quickly into a brick wall and had kept awake long enoguht to look at his attacker,the most vile villian in the world attacked him,but he was much smaller........and shiny........
the small Maskt lept up and landed on the waistband's back,nearly smashing it,it began to punch Waistband and kicking him in the ribs
a cop on a nearby street corner rushed to help the hero,firing rounds into the attacker that only bounced off him,one of the stray bullets hitting the cop
alive but hurt he fell to the ground clutching his neck as the summoned creature finished his job,and returned to his master,blood on it's hands

"uhh he should be back any second now........ahh here he is!Is the job finished??*it nodded raiseing it's bloody hands*you see my friend,and you your job is done"in a flash of blue light it shoots back into a chair,the blood covering one of the legs

Harsinger plodded down the stairs quite quickly, his mind on other things. Though he had recently earned the name of Heavy Metal... he rarely donned the suit that had afforded him the title. Instead, he mostly found himself teaching at the university... teaching students the finer points of physics. It wasn't his favorite thing in the world... but when it came to physics... there were few with a firmer grasp than he.

"Alright... so... who can tell me what the benefits of a frictionless surface would be to... oh... say... a military science project?"

A young girl raised her hand... the same one, in fact, that always raised her hand. He was beginning to wonder whether he was teaching her... or she was teaching him. Either way... she already had the answer to his question.

"The military has been researching the theory of frictionless surfaces for quite some time... though most rule it out as impossible. Still... the idea of a lubricant that could, perhaps, make the process of a piston-engine inflict almost no wear on the pistons would be greatly advantageous. The same could also be said for aircraft, and in truth, any machine in which parts are forced to scrape against one another... such as-"

He cut her off. He had to. She could have kept it up all day.

"Absolutely..." he paused as the rest of the room laughed. "Miss Raiges... everyone here knows you know the answer... perhaps you could take a moment, breathe, and allow someone else to answer one of my questions?"

Marcus Finnished sorting the papers, and he was preparing to leave for "home".

"Mr. Aston!"

Marcus cringed at the sound of the shrill voice of Ms. Cleo. Although she is the Boss's secratary, she's the person who runs the place...

"Yes?...."

Marcus slowly turns around.

"Your work is unnnn-acceptable...! Youuuuuuuu-have-sorted-the-shooooooes.... Wronglyyyyyyyy-and-I-will-not-tolerateeeeeee.... such... bad... work...."

Ms. Cleo hated Marcus and the way he did his work so much, that she was prepared to fire him.(but she would never fire the last capable sorter)

"I-eeeeee-have-decided... toooo... cut-your-salary....."

Ms. Cleo scurried away with an evil smirk on her face.

"There goes Sunday's Pizza....", Marcus said to himself.

"I was looking forward to the discount on Pepperoni...."

Marcus puts on his coat and slowly walks out the door.

He walks out the building's back door, and walks into the alley way. He disappears into the shadows, waiting for a chance to make things right.

Maskt looked at the chair and said, "Convienent, but at odds with you saying that you need living henches to make yourself seem stronger. Hmm. Well, I know that most of them are weak. But, you have to hit low before you can reach to hit high." He leaned forward and said: "So, Heavy Metal or Time Tosser, it's your choice to who you go after."

Nightfall Commander leaned back in his chair and put his feet on the table
"but dont you feel stronger around weaker people,although when the rest of the villians show up,the feeling may not be the same,and as i have said before,i could fight Heavy Metal but i have not heard of this Time Tosser....
and yes working you way though the heros by the weaker ones brings to mind a saying'if you want to cut down a tree you start from the bottom not the top'also i want The Atomic Soldier unharmed,i have a history with that hero,their mine :twisted: "

when he finished talking the door opened.........

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Evil you should probably add some NPC vilians to fill the room
its a little empty here....... :roll:

Tosser is now fully dressed and all in his hero outfit... so, he keeps walking through the alleyways, staying hidden from most eyes.

"Well, since you still haven't given me an answer, I'll just lay down a claim on Time Tosser." Maskt said, then paused. He turned to a chair not too far away, watching it. Then, in an amused tone he said: "Razagal, you sneak." In that chair, there was a blur, then a female form became apparent. Raszagal was a master of stealth, and a personal friend of Maskt.

"So, are you leaving something for little ol' me?" She asked as she kicked her feet up on the table.

"More than a thing, dear."

After Razagal comes in. Sara comes in out of breath but tries her best to look good coming in.

"Sorry I'm late a little bit of trall smashing was in order and ya' know how that turns out, and I lost track of time. Sooo, like have I missed much"

Sitting across from Razagal and getting rid of a little electricity.

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Hope this is ok guys

Maskt turned to the newest entery. "Oh, not much. Just dividing up the heroes, planning to wipe them all out, trivial things. Well then, I suppose now we'll have to divde them again, unless you have any kind of personal vendettas to fill."