the attack slammed into Mr.terrible he let out a roar of pain but was still able to stand but only with the assistance of the wall behind him.

"if you plan on killing us....at least tell me your name" Mr.terrible said through breaths as he held out his hand and moved his fingers toward him in a "bring it on" gesture.

"I Am. I exist to serve He that Is, and it is His work that I must do here."

He that Is? Confusing, and this... whatever it was was growing more confusing by the sentence.

"You are injured. Here." The figure waved it's hand close to the wound and Catherine watched with bated breath as she saw the tissue reform and the skin regrow before her very eyes.

"My... How?" She pressed into the newly formed skin, making sure it was not an illusion, then decided against questioning the being again. It's answer would likely be just as vague as it's first. She turned her attention back towards the humanoid, working out the best way to phrase her question. "And who is the one you serve?"

The shadowy figure pauses for a moment, as if in thought.

I have no name, at least in your sense of the word. The nearest I might get is that I am an Agent of Chaos. I have business here, and you are in my way

The hands come up again, and this time lightning blasted out, a parody of Mr Terrible's, more like lines where there was no light

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"As far as I know, you do not know of my Lord, and neither can he be described to you, save in terms almost too crude to give meaning. He is Order, and Justice, and He tells me know that I am an angel, though not one as you would know of it."

"I'm the agent of chaos's around here!" Ray shouts at the figure.

Ray charges his arms with the dark energy, and fires a burst of high speed projectiles at the figure.

Mr terrible mustered what little strength he had and fired a few lightning bolts of his own in attempt to counter those fired by the stranger.

"lightning's my shtick and nobody not even a supposed agent of chaos takes that away from me" Mr. terrible said the rage slightly revitalizing him allowing him to stand without the assistance of the wall.

"An angel? But..." She was about to give another vague question, but she had stopped herself. She needed to think he questions, not blurt them. "So you answer to... Order?" She was replaying the angel's answer in her head to make better sense of it. "So you are an angel, Order is your Lord and..." This thing, the so-called angel of Order, was obviously here to fix this chaos. But how? Catherine had learned that everyone has their own version of "fixing" things. "What is it that He has asked you to do?"

Lightning bolts connect, and the opposing forces of energy cancel out. The figure shrugs, and as Ray's projectiles smash into into it, seems to dissolve, like fog blown on the wind.

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"At some time soon," explained the angel, "There will be a manifestation: a being will come into existence, a being beyond above all others. Their power will be immeasurable, their knowledge complete, their every aspect perfect.

"However, at the very first, they will not have all their power. They will be little more than a human, lost amongst a sea of humans. In that first time, however long it may be, they will be open to whatever influences come their way.

"I must find them, safeguard them, and guide them to their rightful role in this universe. This is my purpose, and reason for existence."

"Shifty huh? let me guess, that isn't just a nickname that they gave you?"Kris sighed and holstered his weapon."Well, any friend of Ryan and Amy is a friend of mine i guess. The more friends the better i would say. Especially in these times..."He closed the door and locked it.

It was at that moment that he felt something that he could barely even begin to describe. Something at the back of his mind? No it wasn't even close. It just went too well with the feeling of impending chaos from before. "I don't like this..."He looked around the apartment and made sure everything was still the same."Hmm...i don't really want to stay around here for too long...i don't usually stay in my safe houses for too long. I'm sorry Shifty,"Kris turned to look at him... her... it?"I'm sure you have been out and about for quite a while, but i don't feel too good staying in one place with all this... stuff happening around here."

"But how will you find them among the sea? I doubt they'll make themselves obvious."

"Mark you, I am more than human. All I need do is come close enough to them, and I will know. To this end, I will move through the city."

The angel gave her a once over with it's piercing eyes,

"And now, if you are fully healed," it said, turning away "I will depart and move on"

"I agree, we should move." The feeling had passed, either silenced or moved on to search somewhere else. Ryan didn't want to voice his thoughts about the mysterious presence, but he was almost certain it had been Ray.

"But first, I think we should get something to eat, and at least a few hours of comfortable sleep, while we still can. Food first." He walked turned and walked down the hall towards the kitchen. "We can talk about specifics while we eat, i guess, then start packing up anything that we wanna take."

Ray watches as the smoke flies off the figure, having no effect on the attacker, he shifts his head towards terry.

"Any idea's?" Ray mumbles quietly towards Mr. Terrible.

Connor floated above the crowd, watching the strange ... thing that had blown the wall apart. "Damn, that thing's got some power. not sure if i can take that thing on. i might wanna stay away from that sucker. he changed the flow of gravity around him and landed in an alley.

"ummm only one you run I`l hold him off" Mr.terrible said before turning around and punching a hole in the wall big enough for ray to walk through.

"okay go I`m not exactly in the mood to clean you off the sidewalk" Mr. terrible then grabbed ray by the scruff of his collar and tossed him into the building behind them.

"run you bastard" Mr. terrible yelled over his shoulder before charging his body with lightning and leaping at the stranger.

"I'll go get help!" Ray yelled at Terry, running through the building, until an exit was found.

Ray was safe from the figure, but he still needed to find help for terry, Ray's eye's fill with dark energy as he begins to project his thought's once more, while running down the streets.

mysterious tall figure, immune to dark energy attack's, currently there is one super fighting it, more needed. Ray projected this thought with most of his energy, causing him to collapse on the sidewalk, about half a mile away from the combat scene.

Connor held his head as some strange force made its way into his head.
mysterious tall figure, immune to dark energy attack's, currently there is one super fighting it, more needed.

"Uh,uh. i ain't fighting that monster. i don't have a reason. maybe if it attacks me, but not now. sorry man, but you guys are on your own." Connor said aloud.

Kris nodded, he wanted to move away from his safe house quickly, but doing so without getting any kind of food or nutrition in his system would most likely end up with him not being strong enough, or conscious enough to do anything in combat. He followed Ryan as he walked to the kitchen area."If you are concerned about food, then try looking in the cupboards, i might have some military rations in there. Those things have a hell of a shelf life, and they aren't as bad as you think."he grinned as he opened a cupboard and searched through the different small package boxes for a specific ration."Aha! Beef ravioli, my favorite!" he took the pack out and went to one of the boxes to look for a pot with which he could boil some water.

After finding one, filling it with water and putting it on the stove he glanced at Ryan."You gotta boil these packs to cook the content, usually takes about five minutes to cook one of these things. And if you aren't interested in military rations, there is probably some canned stuff somewhere in these cupboards or the boxes.

Once the water started to boil, Kris put the pack of ravioli in the pot and sat down on a box. looking at the others, and waiting for his food to be ready.

"Sounds great." said Ryan, grabbing on of the ravioli packs as well. Then he combed through the rest of the cupboards until he found some canned corn. He brought it out with a smile, setting it down on the counter. Canned corn had always been one of his favorites, even over strait corn off the cob. For some reason it was just delicious.

He was about to ask Kris what there was to drink, when the presence came back, stronger this time. He paused, looking slowly around the room, searching for any tell-tale signs that they weren't the only one's here. It grew louder, and stronger, until suddenly the words meant to be relayed sprang into Ryan's mind. Mysterious tall figure, immune to dark energy attack's, currently there is one super fighting it, more needed. Then, it faded just as fast as it had come.

He lowered his head, eyes growing dark. There was no doubt that the voice was Ray's, and that he and his friend needed help, but what exactly was the best course of action here? The last thing that bastard deserved was help, hell he was probably being attacked for good reason. If he and his friend died, the world would have two less murderous psychopaths to worry about.

Mysterious tall figure, immune to dark energy attack's... Well that didn't really sound bad, in fact it sounded good, and whoever it was could obviously handle themselves. So, the city's two most wanted would die, Amy and Kris wold be safe, and life could go as normally as possible.

He turned to the others, waiting to see if they had heard it as well, already certain of his choice. There was no way he was going to help that bastard.

Kris had felt something, it was just like the moment before, but this time he could hear words. Mysterious tall figure, immune to dark energy attack's, currently there is one super fighting it, more needed. Ray... it was him. It looked like he had finally met something that was more powerful than him. But it didn't sound like he was actually fighting this thing. Kris knew what he was going to do. The thought of the possible collateral damage made him try and go help. The possibility of losing potential customers was always somethign that bothered him. As long as the city would keep operating normally, Kris had lots of potential money to make. But if things would keep going as they are now, he would lose business and possibly a lot more than just that.

Kris looked up to see Ryan obviously bothered by something."I guess you heard it too? Ray i mean." He glanced at the pot on the stove and made sure he would check it in a little while."I don't know about you, but if this thing is strong enough for him to be calling out like that, there is no chance that we can do anything against whatever it is he is fighting..."He sighed."And I'd rather not get killed."

Ryan nodded as Kris spoke. "I agree. Assuming that we would need to fight it, of course. Whoever it is, they're attacking Ray and Hockey Guy, so they might be on our side. They obviously don't need any help doing their job though, so I say we stay out of the way." He turned around and opened drawer behind him, rummaging around for a can opener. Then he paused. An idea had come to him.

"Unless..." said Ryan, turning back to the others with a new look in his eyes. "Unless we took advantage of the situation." He gazed at each of them in turn. "Ray... is alone... and probably tired, maybe even wounded." The memory of his torture, Ray's threats, and the utter hopelessness they had felt in the sewers, pushed itself to the forefront of his mind. An evil smirk slowly grew on his face as he continued. "This could be our chance, we could kill him now, and be done with it..." The thought of it filled him with glee, and at the same time frightened him. Was this what he was going to become? A sadistic killer bent on revenge? He would be no better than Ray.

Still, the idea had been brought to the table, and he couldn't honestly say he regretted it at the moment.

Amy watched Ryan back from the living room. She leaned against the back of one couch, and could feel the weight of the gun on her hip, and the darkness in Ryan's voice. What's happening to us? Where's our goal? Have we completely forgotten what we're doing here?

She hesitated, hearing her own thoughts- and for a long moment, she couldn't recall what their original mission had been.

"This could be our chance, we could kill him now, and be done with it," said Ryan, in a tone Amy had only heard once or twice before. She felt a foreign fear for him, and his reckless mindset. Perhaps it was up to her to keep these boys- and Shifty- in check?

"We're not entirely sure just how honest Ray's being. It could be a trap, to lure us out since he's lost us."

She shifted uneasily and folded her arms across her chest. "But we're in the dark here." In more ways than one? "Why don't we do this the stealthy way? We'll find Ray- maybe keep to the shadows, 'goo' our way through buildings- and see what's really happening? We can decide when we get there." Amy went quiet, hoping her idea was worth something. She wasn't keen on going in, guns blazing.

Kris stared at Ryan in utter disbelief."Do you even know what you are saying? This is cold blooded murder you're talking about!"Kris stood up and started pacing back and forth in a small spot free of boxes."I may be a thief and a pillager, but I'm not a killer. I fight to keep myself alive. So long as nothing bothers me i won't go looking for trouble!" He stopped pacing and turned to look at Ryan."What you are proposing will make us even more hunted. Just think about it. The people will only see a murder, like any other, and that makes the cops go all out in force to try and find the killer."He took a deep breath and tried to relax a bit."Look, I know this guy has had it in for us for the last little while, and as much as I hate him, i just can't bring myself to kill a person... even him."

He walked back to the stove and plucked the boiled packet of ravioli that he had placed there minutes before. He also took a spoon out of a drawer and ripped open the pack to start eating the ravioli."If you two want to go and finish him off, you go and do it without my help. I am not a killer..."

"Why don't we do this the stealthy way? We'll find Ray- maybe keep to the shadows, 'goo' our way through buildings- and see what's really happening? We can decide when we get there."

"Look, for all we know, Ray is pretty damn close to this powerful being and us going towards him would most likely be something that it is counting on. think about this for a second. What if this other super or whatever it is wants to hunt other supers...If we go find Ray, we can easily be walking into a trap."He spooned some more ravioli in his mouth."Either way, i'm not coming along unless we agree here and now that we aren't going there to assassinate him like some sick gang bangers. I fucking hate those god damn posers..."What Kris last said brought back some not so good memories of some of his past jobs. Damned gang members aren't anything like the organized crime circles he had dealt with before, all too much useless violence. Much like this act against Ray could turn out to be, all just useless.

Connor heard voices from within a building. "Goo?" He wondered. Suddenly he came to a realization. they were talking about powers! there were others like him! he started to knock on the door, very loudly. "Hey, let me in! I won't hurt you guys! just let me in!"

Banging at the door had Kris jumping to stand and have his two guns out again. The ravioli was left on the box he was sitting on.

"Hey, let me in! I won't hurt you guys! just let me in!"

"Oh you have got to be kidding me. Thats twice today someone wants in here..."Kris walked to the door cautiously and was once again, just a little bit to the side of the door."what the hell do you want? Give me one good reason not to come out there and making you regret causing such a racket!" He hoped not need to go out there and incapacitate the person.

Ray who had collapsed on the ground opened his eye's, sunlight greeting him with somewhat of a blinding sensation

"Ungh...figure....most stop it.....help needed..." Ray mumbles, half asleep, lying down on the cold concrete sidewalk. kind of relaxing, but comforted Ray little due to his fatigue and the wound in his chest.

"Hey, let me in! I won't hurt you guys! just let me in!"

a sudden frantic yelling, about hundred yards away, just down the street.

"fucking punks..." Ray quietly mumbles to himself, before closing his eye's falling asleep on the sidewalk.

"Easy for you to say." Ryan muttered. Although Kris did have a point about killing Ray drawing bad attention to them, he didn't share the same qualms about killing the man. If Ray simple disappeared and never came back, that would be fine with Ryan, but as long as the killer continued to mess with him, or more importantly Amy, he had every intention of ending the maniac's life. It wasn't even a question.

That was a different feeling from this one, however. The anger he had felt on the rooftop, and in the sewer, had been right, it had been good, like a 'righteous fury'. This, this was something else. This was nothing more than vengeful madness, and although there was no doubt in his mind that Ray deserved every bit of pain Ryan wished he could inflict, that kind of reckless rage would only make matters worse, and put his friends in even more danger, which was wrong.

He gazed at Amy for long moment, the fire dwindling in his eyes. "Yea..." he said to Kris "You're probably right."

"Why don't we do this the stealthy way? We'll find Ray- maybe keep to the shadows, 'goo' our way through buildings- and see what's really happening? We can decide when we get there." she said uneasily. The sound of her voice seemed to calm him, and he relaxed a bit, folding his arms and looking down at the floor with a resigned sigh.

"No, we should probably just stay here. If whatever's out there is dangerous-" he was cut short by the loud banging on the door. "Shit! Again?"

Connor started to talk. "I'm like you guys... i think. this might sound crazy to you, and if it does, i swear you will never see me again, but, are you guys like me? Do you have powers? sorta like... this?" He negated all the gravity within the room.

Things slowly started to lift from the ground, boxes and their contents slowly going up in the air. And then, just like everything else, Kris too felt himself float upwards."Whoa what the hell!"He reached for the doorknob to keep himself steady."Y-you can stop this now! we get the point. You have powers..."he started to feel nauseous, was this how astronauts felt?"Just... what's your name? You're definitely not coming in here without telling us your name."

Damien slowly stopped interfering with the gravity, setting everything down gently. "My name is Damien Lier. as you can plainly see, and most likely feel, i can control gravity. Mind if i come in?"

"Damien huh? Alright then..."Kris looked back to the others in the room and made sure they were ready for anything."I'm unlocking the door."and with that, Kris unlatched the door and slid off the chain preventing the door to be opened completely. He turned the knob slowly and opened the door slowly, making sure to keep his pistols out of sight."You can come in..."He said, standing at the door, leaving just enough room for the man to walk in.

Damien noticed the guns. "You don't have to keep those aimed at me, you know. i promised i wouldn't harm you, didn't i?" He noticed the others. "Hello."

"One can never be too sure, given the recent events..."Kris holstered the weapons and closed the door behind Damien, locking it."So, what exactly prompted you to knock so fervently on my apartment door?"Kris turned his back to the door so that he was between the newcomer and the only exit. With now five people in the apartment already cluttered with boxes, room was scarce and Kris started to feel cramped. He wished he had gotten a bigger place.