Ray had reached the first floor, he carefully peaked his head out the door. it opened with a creaking noise that would have certainly notified any attackers. To his surprise his former opponents were no longer there, only a group of a few new supers fighting in the streets destroying all that was in sight.

"Dear god, what the fuck is wrong with people these days?" Ray says to himself taking cover behind the door, he had already cheated death once and he felt that cheating death a second time would be impossible.

Catherine had seen this phenomenon before. She hadn't understood it the first time and she definitely didn't understand it this time. She saw no reason in trying to fight all of the supers flooding into the streets so instead she backtracked back to her roof. It was far enough from the fray so she could form a plan without being attacked but close enough that she could get back to the fight quickly. Or that's what she had thought at first. It seemed that the supers weren't just in one part of the city, they were everywhere. Flying supers were ever watchful so she had to stick to alleyways again and any number of crazed supers could have been lurking in the darkness.

Now was a really bad time to have no plan.

They reached the roof, after 3 goo'd doors and one set of steel doors that Damien had to crush so they could continue. "Alright flashlight, do your thing." He smiled.

Ray peaked his head outside once more, he noticed what looked like an opening between the fighting supers. He gestured his hand and four minions made of dark energy appeared around him, he just noticed that he looked identical to them.

He ran along with his minions past the fighting supers, two of the minions were caught in the crossfire of the combat, another was lite on fire by a man who appeared to be made of flames. Ray and the surviving minion stumbled into an alleyway, both of them breathing heavily.

Amy rolled her eyes at the nickname and moved past Damien, onto the center of the roof. She clenched her fists and gritted her teeth, hoping that Supergirl would be able to see her message- and was at least still alive.

She took a deep breath as her skin began to glow again. The air seemed to still and the world fall silent as the light from her body shot upward brightly in a solid beam of golden white, vanishing high into the clouds. This lasted for a good minute, before cutting off, making the world seem a little darker in comparison.

A fair bit more tired now, she leaned against one of the air ventilation shafts that protruded from the gravelly roof. "Hope she was keeping her eyes open," Amy said wearily.

"yeah, lets hope so..."Kris said as he looked around him. "That might have just sent a message to everyone else, including Super Girl..."Kris slowly took one of his handguns out of their holsters and kept a tight gripped hold on the saber in his right hand."Since Amy is a little weak, lets make sure we can defend her and ourselves if anyone interesting choses to come along instead of Super Girl." He offered grin to Ryan. Of course he would want to protect his damsel.

Kris stepped closer to the air ventilation shaft that Amy was leaning on."Oh, Damien, if any hostile supers come flying around here, just make it so they can't. Should be a lot easier that way" Kris was now standing beside Amy, looking over at one of the edges of the roof and the sky above them.

As the group emerged on the roof Ryan had immediately started scanning the skies around them. Flying supers were the worst, unless they were on your side, and even if Damien could control gravity, he would never be able to hold all of them off forever. They were just too exposed up here, and it made him nervous. Plus, a growing unease had settled on his mind shortly after they had left the parking lot, just as his fear of Ray had finally passed. Something wasn't right, something besides the obvious chaos around them and the strange ripples in time and space. It was a tiny, gnawing discontent at the back of his mind, like a microscopic blemish on a piece of paper or screen that you could only just barely tell was there.

"Alright flashlight, do your thing." said Damien. Ryan grinned as Amy rolled her eyes and walked out into the middle of the roof, then stood back and shaded his eyes as her brilliant pillar of light shot skyward, disappearing into the clouds. her power just never ceases to amaze... he thought to himself as he gazed up at the wondrous lightshow.

Then it was gone, and the relative darkness of the city descended once more, the sounds of sirens, screaming, and far off explosions once again filtering back into the world. There was no doubt in his mind that a large amount of supers would be congregating here very soon. Hopefully, one of them would be Supergirl.

"Since Amy is a little weak, lets make sure we can defend her and ourselves if anyone interesting choses to come along instead of Super Girl." Kris said, grinning sidelong at Ryan as he walked over to the ventilation shaft Amy was ow leaning against.

Naw duh, dipshit.

"Mhmm." Ryan nodded as he walked up to the ventilation shaft and climbed on top of it, perching himself above the others. Hopefully, any aggression would be focused at him first, as the most obvious target. He stood and gained his balance, then swiveled slowly around, scanning the surrounding city. "Looks like we got company." He pointed to several flyers off in the distance, at various heights, coming in their direction. "A few people on the roof over there..." he pointed to their right at a pair of supers leaping from rooftop to rooftop towards them. "...and, probably lots more in the streets. It was a pleasure serving with you, chaps." He put on a rather fake-sounding british accent and grinned down at the others. May as well try to lighten the mood a little just before everything went to hell.

Damien cracked his knuckles. "Time to play with the big boys!" He went through a complicated series of hand gestures, simultaneously slamming the flyers to the ground and sending the jumpers miles into the air. He then put a grav. force field around the building. He started breaking out in sweat from keeping all the supers away. When Kris and Ryan came over to help him, he waved them off. "I'm fine. stay away or you'll get crushed as well. when i use my powers a strong gravitational field is generated around me."

Amy nodded quietly, following Ryan's gaze with a gulp. Supergirl, if she had seen the light, had better get here fast, or they were done for. Her teeth picked at her lower lips gently as her heartbeat picked up its pace. Trying to calm herself, she drew the pistol from the holster at her hip and clicked the safety off.

"It was a pleasure serving with you, chaps," said Ryan, standing on the ventilation shaft above Amy's head, his feet level with her neck. Hearing his words and seeing the oncoming legions of supers, she turned and tapped Ryan's ankle, looking upward to him.

"Ryan," she said, her eyebrows curved upward in worry. "Earlier, when... when I finished Ray... when I kissed you..." Amy paused and then risked a smile. "It wasn't just to get the job done- I just wanted you to know.." Her voice faded, and her heart was filled with both relief and regret for telling him.

Ray looked up from the alley way and saw the beam of light coming from the sky, as if falling from heaven itself.

"Why are the beautiful powers always so god damn painful?" he muttered to himself as he gazed up at supers flying and leaping their way to the source. "And like flies they head towards certain death." he said sarcastically as he started firing up at the flying supers, one energy blast connected with a flying super knocking him out of the sky, crashing into the street with a crunch. The noise sent a shiver down Ray's spine, his burnt spine.

Ryan began goo'ing the ventilation shaft as Damien knocked some of the flyers out of the sky, glancing down at Amy to make sure she wasn't still leaning against it. He looked up as Kris ran over to help him, and was promptly shoved away. "Damien, you can't defend all of us by yourself! You gotta let us help you-" he looked down as he felt a tap on his leg. Amy was looking up at him, her gun ready in her hand.

"Ryan... earlier, when... when I finished Ray... when I kissed you..." she paused for a moment, in which Ryan's heart stopped beating. "It wasn't just to get the job done- I just wanted you to know.." her voice faded off, and for a moment he just stood there, gazing down at her, completely at a loss for words. He couldn't have been any happier, but at the moment that particular emotion was mixed in with a billion other, less savory, ones. It did make sense that she would bring it up now, in light of their imminent destruction, but it was still the last thing he had expected.

"I... I uh-" he glanced up as a firestorm of dark energy bolts fired up into the sky from nearby, taking out several flying supers. The feeling in the back of his head grew slightly, and manifested itself in a single, terrible thought. Ray?No. Instant denial. The thought was shoved away, banished into the very farthest recesses of his head, and the door was barricaded shut.

He smiled down at her and shook his head in mock exasperation as the goo lowered him down to the roof then let him go, the ventilation shaft turning back into what it was. "You sure do know how to catch a man in an awkward moment, Amy." Then as the roof beneath him turned to mush and billowed outward, he leaned in and whispered to her softly "I knew." then planted a kiss on her lips.

He pulled away with a wink, rising upward slightly to gain a better view, as the roof in a 30 foot radius around him goo'd and stretched, rising up in a small wall around him and his newfound friends, prepared to stop any enemies in their tracks.

As Kris walked back from Damien, he saw Ryan and Amy get what he would consider all mushy. It was all right to have feelings for someone else, but not too good to have those emotions show just before a fight.... well, in his opinion anyways. When he saw that Ryan had started to goo everything around him and raise himself into the air, Kris thought it would be a good idea to join him up there. After all. Higher ground is always where the best view was.

Kris jumped high into the air, to get a view of the incoming supers. Damien had done a fine job stopping the flyers, but he could see others on their way, as well as other jumpers. He could barely make out the sounds of a few supers on the ground. But more gunshots and the sounds of fighting meant that most of the supers on the ground were still busy beating the crap out of each other.

Kris fell back down from his jump and looked around the roof."Hey, Ryan! Can you try and goo the door to the roof shut or something?" he asked."Wouldn't want any unwanted visitors sneaking up behind us."After saying that he jumped once again high into the air and saw that a small group of jumpers were getting dangerously close to them. Thats when he fired his pistol. When he let loose three shots, he felt a strange sensation. It was as if he could feel the bullets rend the air around them. He didn't quite know what to make of it but he watched as the bullets missed their targets. The jumpers were moving too fast and erratically to get a good enough shot. And then, the idea hit him.

What if he could bend the air around the bullets?It was certainly worth a try. Maybe if he did that he could control the trajectory of the bullets. Just before falling back down, he shot his weapon twice more. effectively bending the air around the bullets, kind of guiding them to their targets as if they were on rails. Within the small group of jumpers, two of them dropped to one of the roofs, bullet holes between their eyes. And thus the fighting truly started.

Amy felt her heart quicken and skip a beat or two as Ryan planted the kiss on her lips before rising into the air on waves of goo. Smiling softly, she watched him for a moment before raising her gun and turning to the fray. Their odds looked grim, and now, should they fail, Amy felt that dying would be just a little easier.

As she tightened her grip around the pistol, an idea struck her- a way to increase the effectiveness of her bullets, while not using too much energy. Aiming at one of the flying men, she closed an eye for a better shot and pulled the trigger twice. When the bullets shot upwards, streaks of light followed their paths like thick strings or wires that remained in the air, burning. The flyer managed to swerve and avoid one of the light wires, but was struck by the second, which burned his skin and sliced off most of his shoulder. Left with one arm dangling by a string and roaring in pain, the man dropped like a fly, and Amy allowed the wires to vanish.

Gritting her teeth, Amy tried the tactic again on a jumper. Unaware, he leaped straight upward, into one of the wires, which sliced straight through his body head-first. The light vanished again and Amy took a deep breath to still her shaking hands.

She lowered her gun slightly, which proved to be a mistake. One of the flying men- a slightly older fellow, whose face was dark and filled with rage- weaved by Ryan's shield of goo, past Damien, and tackled Amy to the ground from the side. She felt the air knocked from her lungs upon impact, and struggled to regain it. Kneeling over her body, the strangers hand began to glow an eerie green, which he withdrew before sending forth a punch.

Amy bent to the side to avoid the blow, but felt gravel spray across her face. She caught a glance to where his fist had collided with the roof, leaving a deep black crater. With a gulp, Amy raised a hand to his face and shot a thicker beam of light, which encompassed his entire head, frying it within mere moments. He fell limp beside her and she rose to her feet, snatching her gun from the ground where she had dropped it and raising it to the sky again, shaken but not out.

Mr.terrible was still locked in a contest of strength with another super but something caught his attention a shinning beam of light firing into the sky.

"hm that seems interesting" Mr. terrible muttered to himself as he tossed the behemoth onto his side and fired a stream of flame into it`s belly killing it on the spot. He immediately started towards the source of the beam of light killing anyone who got in his way.

Ray cracked his knuckles as he stared into the street, the biggest fight he had seen was going down and there was no way he was going to miss this even if it did endanger his life once more.

Run bitches! i got enough energy for all you fuckers! he projected the thought throughout the streets in order to draw attackers away from the light source. he charged into the street slashing his way through various attackers. his claws connected with a mans windpipe killing him instantly. he lifted his arm and fired a jolt of energy at another attacker causing the attackers head to explode.

He then stared at horde of men charging at him, he simply raised his hand and projected a psychic attack. They all hit the ground screaming slowly falling unconscious.

Ryan braced himself as several more flyers came hurtling towards the building, his goo spiraling up around his legs and waist, holding him steady. Damien's attacks had stopped the first wave, but more had come, using various powers to leap, glide, fly, launch, or float towards their rooftop fortress, like so many supercharged zombies.

His heartbeat quickened as two of the flyers came screaming down at him, one with a trail of lightning following in her wake. Two tendrils of goo shot out from beneath him and spiraled upward, connecting with the crazed supers and solidifying at the same time, knocking them out of the sky. He turned to his right as another super, wildly flailing a glowing fire axe, launched himself over the edge of the building and came flying at him. A shield of goo leapt up and caught the man mid-air, then slammed him down into the liquefied roof, where he presumably plummeted several stories. Another had come up the side of the building with what looked like gecko fingers, and was just about to climb over the edge when the goo there bubbled, propelling him off into the darkness of the alley below. He kept Amy in his view constantly, making sure he would be able to act should something happen to her.

He heard a roar behind him, and swiveled around just in time to see a green, leathery-skinned, stark naked monster dropping out of the sky 20 feet from his face. He shot backwards just in time, the 'person' crashing into the goo just below him, claws passing inches from his face. It struggled for a few moments as the mush closed in around it, flailing around and screaming, then let out a shriek as Ryan launched it into the air in a shower of concrete.

When he turned back to Amy she was standing up, a dead super at her feet. He took a moment to be sure she was ok, then turned again to stop another leaper from gaining the roof. This is insane.

Damien roared. Dammit! It's not enough! he screamed inside his head. "Fine," He muttered. "Time to go big or go home."Damien concentrated on one little dome above the group, then expanded it,crushing most of the other supers into a pulp. he collapsed, exausted by his efforts.

Catherine turned her eyes heavenward as the column of light appeared on the building. It seemed that several other supers had seen it as well, each reacting in different ways. Some took it as a beacon to flock towards while others ran.

She only knew one super who had the ability to make that. Amy. And now, whether she knew it or not, she'd essentially just granted herself a death wish. Not only could every super in the city see where she was but she was trapped up there as well. Even with several allies she would be in serious amounts of trouble. Catherine struggled with the idea of helping them for a second, weighing up the pros with the cons.

"Ah fuck..." She shot herself up onto a nearby roof and started running and gliding as fast as she could towards The Bay main centre. She knew she'd regret this decision.

Having gone to roof level, she avoided most of the supers except the flyers. The flying supers swooped down one after another, screeching and clawing at the heroin. She tried to only avoid them at first, but it only worked for so long. They began to swarm her coming down in groups now. See, regretting it...

Catherine brought two pistols into reality, aiming to bring the flyers down to earth. She hoped Ryan and the others could keep themselves alive a bit longer, she couldn't reach them just yet.

Ray flew up onto a near by rooftop to get a view of the conflict that was going, supers of different shapes and powers were all charging towards the shopping complex. A band of heroes stood on the roof of the mall attempting fight off the horde of crazed lunatics. He recognized the group as his opponents from earlier, all of which look exhausted.

He turned his attention back towards the ground, slowly raising his hand he fired a massive beam of dark energy. The insane supers who were hit by the beam were turned into piles of blood and bone.

Ryan dodged to his right as a large chunk of concrete came hurtling threw the air and buzzed past his head. "Big guy, down there!" he shouted to Damien and Kris, pointing down to where a large super was tearing off chunks of the building next to them. He turned to the right and threw up a shield to block a small metal object, then realized it was a grenade. He promptly launched it back the way it had come, and not a moment too soon. Their enemies were getting creative.

He heard Kris yell something about the door, and glanced back at it. Good idea, that should probably be closed off. He moved backwards, keeping an eye out for incoming supers, and seeing that there was a temporary lull in the onslaught, he turned and lowered himself down, placing both hands on the "door box", preparing to goo it. As he did so he caught a fleeting glimpse of a dark, evil-looking figure with red eyes standing on a roof nearby, firing energy blasts at the people in the streets. Good, at least those weren't from Ra- His thought's were cut clean off as the door in front of him buckled and exploded outward, sending him flying backwards and breaking his concentration. All the liquefied parts of the roof instantly changed back.

He stumbled to his feet as supers poured from the doorway, screaming and yelling at the top of their lungs. The one in lead seemed to have some sort of force field around him, which obviously caused the door to explode. Ryan quickly got the goo going again, but he was slightly dazed and the enemies were coming on too fast. One teenage girl with flaming fists barely missed his head as he went under.

After a few agonizing moments he emerged from the roof next to Amy, a waist-high wall of goo forming around them and spreading out to wrap around any of the enemies that got too close. He was tiring though, and if Supergirl, or at least somebody, didn't get here soon, he'd be forced to simply drop them all through the roof, and then they'd have to run.

Kris had been busy firing his gun at the distant enemies, contorting the air around the bullets to guide them to each of their targets. It wasn't long before the ammo in both his pistols were gone. All his ammo gone and there were even more supers coming. He caught Ryan heading to the door out of the corner of his eye, he was about to turn around and start using his saber when he heard what could only be the door explode. That caused him to turn around and see the onslaught of supers pouring onto the roof. he saw as Ryan narrowly avoided a hit to the head and reappeared close to Amy. He then saw the wall of goo. Well, time to get gruesome. Just remember Kris, they brought this onto themselves...

Kris did his blade trick once again around the saber, this time, he was able to make it sharper and more solid, well, it felt more solid anyways. When he swung the sword horizontally at the group of on coming supers, he saw the air cleave through a big section of the oncoming supers, decapitating some and dismembering others that were quick enough to see what was happening to the people around them. This attack didn't get all of the supers. Some of them were able to put up, force fields or protective barriers or whatever you want to call them.Well, shit... was the only thing he was able to process as one of the shielded supers sent a barrage of metal spikes that he seemed to be pulling out of his own metallic body.

Kris's first instinct was to turn tail and find some shelter, but a feeling he had made him stand still. He blinked once or twice and saw that the projectiles seemed to be heading towards him in slow motion. He could see them cut through the air, aimed at his heart and head. Seeing the move around the spikes, Kris knew he could stop them. All he had to do was compress the air and expand it violently effectively repelling the projectiles.

There was no way he could describe how it felt, everything around him in slow motion and the following act that he performed. All he knew was that one moment, the deadly spikes were a few inches from him and the next moment there was a loud boom and the spikes weren't in front of him, but rather impaled in the bodies of other supers around the metallic man. Kris looked back to make sure everyone was doing alright. He knew that he couldn't keep fighting like this for too long, should he slip up his timing in his attacks or defense, he would be dead.

Ray glanced over towards the roof top once more, his opponents were outnumbered and exhausted he doubted that they would be able to hold out much longer. He raised his arms and targeted the minds of the insane attackers sparing the minds of his killers. The crazies hit the ground clenching their heads and screaming at the tops of their lungs.

He then target his killers and projected a thought. good to know my prey is still alive.

Ryan gazed around in confusion as their enemies dropped to the ground screaming, grabbing their heads. One of them even stumbled to the edge of the roof and jumped off. A mental attack. Damn. I wonder how many supers have physic powers... He began to drop the goo shield, when he suddenly heard that familiar voice in his head.

Good to know my prey is still alive.

"No." The words came out through tightly clenched teeth, as he bent his head downward, eyes shut. He looked up at the others, who had obviously heard Ray's voice as well, then turned slowly around, to gaze at the grinning ghoul standing on the roof opposite him. His lower jaw trembled, as much from his efforts to control the rising anger inside him as from the bitter chill that had suddenly swept through his body. This wasn't possible. The bastard had died. Ryan had seen it happen, right in front of him, there was nothing left but bones. This wasn't possible.

"Ray." he whispered half to himself. His voice wavered, his fists clenched and unclenched, the roof beneath him began to ripple and bulge, pulsing with the heavy beating of his heart. "Ray..." he said again, louder this time. The edges of the liquefied area beneath him rosed outward in waves, vibrating violently. He lowered his head, fighting back to urge to simply fling himself across the chasm with no regard for his own life. As thoughts of blood and torment spun wildly through his head, he looked back at Amy for some reason, and realized she was staring at him.

No.

The goo stopped moving suddenly, then slid back into it's original form. His fists relaxed, his shoulders drooped, and he raised his head to gaze at the murderous psychopath they had just offed less than an hour ago, back from the dead. His nemesis. But the look in his eyes had changed.

"Ray!" he shouted across to the killer. "We don't have to do this again! We killed you once, I got my revenge." He paused, glancing back at the others. "And... It didn't really didn't make me any happier. What did make me happier, though, was knowing that my friends, the people I care about, were safer." He paused again, taking a deep breath. "We could just stop this, right now, just end it, and keep on being happy people. You can just leave... just go, and leave us alone! What good is hunting us anyway? What will that do for you, besides get you killed again? Is it really worth it?"

"Just, let us be, stop hunting us, just leave, and this can be over."

Good to know my prey is still alive

The words echoed in his mind after he saw the attacking supers fall to the ground, prey to a mental attack. The first emotion Kris felt surge through him was a mix of surprise and fear. He looked around him and saw Ryan start to go out of control, the area around where he was standing was all becoming goo and by the way it was moving it was clear that Ryan was angry. But then, the man looked at Amy and started to calm down. The roof went back to normal and he saw Ryan turn to shout something at a dark silhouette on another rooftop. It looked exactly like the minions that Ray could spawn. So the man was truly back from the dead...

Looking at the incapacitated supers around him, he carefully made his way beside Ryan as he finished talking to Ray."Who knew the fucker could come back like this..."He tightened his grip on the saber in his right hand."I don't know in what condition he is, but given our present circumstances we can't really fight him off. It looks like he's helping us though so i wouldn't try to piss him off too much..."Kris didn't really feel rage towards Ray, he just saw Ray as a danger to the people around his workplace. Thats how he thought of the man when he first fought him, so even now, when other newborn supers were tearing up the city, Kris still preferred to make sure Ray wouldn't couldn't come and endanger his own future clientele.

Good to know my prey is still alive.

Amy felt her heart sink. All of her efforts, all of her energy, seemed utterly futile now. It made no sense- What keeps bringing him back? How have I failed?

She looked to Ryan, unaware of the horror on her own face, but seeing the terror in his. He had heard it too, and Kris looked as though he had, too. Great. Just great. As the supers nearby began to drop, clutching their heads, she lowered her gun and clenched her jaw shut tightly.

But... Why isn't he attacking us, too? She hesitated. Kris voiced the same query. ...Unless he wants a real fight?

Pulling herself out of her own misery, she came back to reality in time to hear Ryan yelling to Ray across the rooftops. "What did make me happier, though, was knowing that my friends, the people I care about, were safer," he called, in a strong and clear voice that cause Amy's lips to flicker with a smile. As he asked Ray to stop the hunt, though, she felt her heart sink again.

"He isn't going to stop here," she said faintly. Slowly, she approached the edge of the building, staring at Ray across the rooftops- or at least, whatever bastard part was left of him. She swallowed, hard, fearing for how this conflict might have to end.

Wisps of light began to roll off her skin again, her golden hair dancing in the breeze. Her eyes a little teary, she brushed the hair from her face. "Ray," she called, just barely loud enough for him to hear. "If there's any way I can get you to leave my friends alone, I'll do it."

Ray let out a small chuckle as he stared into the group, their minds heavy with fear. he heard the various questoins but one stood out from the rest. "If there's any way I can get you to leave my friends alone, I'll do it."

"Answer this question then, why when i spared you lives in the sewer you felt in necessary to kill me while i was being restrained?" He asked with a tone of hate in his voice "Why kill me? Why murder me? Why send me to the abyss when i granted you the gift of life?"