'' I always wondered why nobody did it before me. I mean, all those comic books, movies, TV shows. You think that one eccentric loner would've made himself a costume. I mean, is everyday life really so exciting? Are schools and offices so thrilling that I'm the only one who fantasized about this? Come on, be honest with yourself. At some point in our lives we all wanna be a superhero.'' Dave Lizewski, Kick-Ass 2010

 

Like the quote, everyone always wanted to become a superhero, but nobody in their right minds thought so, well, this city is different. New York City has some pretty bad people in it and the people just sit by and do nothing about it. Its time for people to step in and stop the people who are corrupting the city they live in. Spider-man isn't here to save us, because he isn't even freaking real. This is the real world where you can't just get powers from rolling in toxic waste. This is a world where guns and knifes van actually kill you, so, what do you plan on doing? Do you want to watch this city be destroyed by the criminal only named by Darkness or do you actually card and want to help this city? It's your call.

- Rules-

1. No God-molding. This roleplay takes place in real time so there are no powers like flying, etc.

2. Swearing to a minimum, don't over do it

3. Be nice to your fellow roleplayers and no killing off other people's characters without their permission.

4. No controlling other people's characters without permission.

5. If your character goes through training of some sort, don't make it like a few weeks or something, everything takes time to learn.

6. Post '' Kick-ass'' at the end of your sign-up sheet

7. Also, lets have fun doing this shall we?

- Sign-ups-

Name:

Age:

Gender:

Appearance:

Superhero/villain name:

Costume:

Bio:( Optional but is always welcome to put one)

Weapon:( If your character has one)

Reason for becoming a hero/villain:

We shall start when we have enough people. I will post mine once we have at least 2 or more people.

 

 

 

Name: Fantasia Rocecrant

Age: 17

Gender: Female

Appearance: Minus the crown

 

 

Superhero/villain name: Disturbia (Villan)

Costume:

 

 

Bio: Fantasia is daughter of a regal family of wealth. Her mother is a surgical doctor and her father is a well known businessman and weapon collector who spends his time at the stock market. Both her parents aren't exactly the best parents in the world. When her mother was pregnant with her the two spend money on mixing up her genes to make what they would call 'the perfect daughter'. After a few months of preperation and extensive gene replacement,Fantasia was born,exactly how her parents wanted her to be born. Her parents had her born with one side of her head to be blonde and the other burnette,so she was naturally a show stopper when it came to show her off to the world. Nedless to say they spoil their darling princess to death with whatever she wants when she wants it. However with good things comes bad,especially if you mess up with Mother Nature's way as later on was discovered that Fantasia had been born with a bipolar personality disorder,slight paranoia and what her psycologists would then consider and 'alter ego'. Her parents couldn't possibly let out that their pefect daughter was anything but. So they took her out of her privilaged private school and had her stay at their penthouse apartment where personal tutors would teach her themselves,only isolating the already troubled girl from the world she could learn from. She has been raised to be treated perfect,the world around her must be perfect like her of course! Those who have sinned,those unperfect...those who don't like her too,who just obviously envy her...they ALL disgust her...they simply do. All of these negative feelings create Fantasia's alter ego,'Disturbia'. Her parents are barely home at all too,so that leaves Fantasia and Disturbia some time to build up their friendship...At day she is the perfect child,at night she is the perfect nightmare.

Weapon: Scythe (Bought by her dad to her as a christmas present)

 

 

Reason for becoming a hero/villain: To 'cleanse' the world from imperfections.

 

Kick @ss.

Name: Marisa Forze 

Age: 19

Gender: female 

Appearance:

Superhero/villain name: Sweet Revenge (superhero)

Costume:

Bio: Marisa is a huge geek when it comes to superheros. She loves reading marvel comics and always fantasize about becoming one of those heroes. She's usually locked up in her room reading and researching about them on the computer.  She's been a gymnast since she was 5 but still thinks that's not good enough to be like a superhero. If she wasn't fantasizing about being a hero, she was worrying about what would become of her hometown, New York City. The crime rate has gotten very high lately that she even almost had her home broken into once; she grateful that she was home at the time to knock out the burglar with a chair. Marisa though this was her chance to become a hero like the ones in her comics. She even made herself a costume (but decided not to include a mask since she thought that was too cliche) but her parents and older sister thought it was a stupid idea to put her life on the line like that but she didn't care. She complained, saying she was old enough to take care of herself, and left to help those in need without informing anybody of her absence. She picked the name 'Sweet Revenge' as her title since she felt that she would be bring the revenge of the innocent down on the people causing chaos to their town. 

Weapon: There's metal covering in Marisa's gloves and shoes for when she strikes so that they're more effective 

Reason for becoming a hero/villain: to help rid the chaos in her city to the best of her ability 

Kick-Ass

- Sign-ups-

Name: Peter Shaw

Age: 17

Gender: Male

Appearance:

Superhero/villain name: The Mystic Swordsmen or the Swordsmen

Costume: A red mask that covers his whole head as it has sunglasses lens so he can see out of, a red suit with white stripes over it, a bullet proof vest underneath, a watch on his wrist, and a little police scanner earpiece.

Bio: At the age of 14, Peter witnessed the death of his parents by Darkness's men as they tried to stop the men from breaking in a jewelry store. Peter was devastated by the murder. He didn't go to school. Had to move into his uncle's house and wished he could have done something to stop his parents from getting killed. That's when his uncle started giving Peter comic books. Peter saw how the superheroes usual avenged their fallen love ones by getting back to the person who killed them. That's when Peter thought of it. He had no choice but to kill Darkness, but where to find him. Peter eventually left home and started getting in the wrong crowd. He soon manage to get into the lower ranks of Darkness's organization. Peter soon founded where he was/ A warehouse located downtown of New York. There, he met Darkness himself. A man who knew many skills. Peter requested training from him and Darkness agreed only because he saw a younger version of himself in Peter. There, Peter spent the last three years training under Darkness, learning all his skills so he can kill Darkness with his own skills he taught Peter. During his graduation ceremony, Peter destroyed the warehouse and killed Darkness along with it. He accomplished his goal and soon learned his organization is still working. He now pledges to stop the organization so he can restore peace to New York.

Weapon: A katana sword he holds backwards

Reason for becoming a hero/villain: So he can stop Darkness's organization from poisoning the city any longer.

Kick-ass

 

We may start now. The story starts a day after the Warehouse explosion as its all over the news/

Marisa sat lazily on her bed while channel surfing on her TV. She was rapidly pushing the next buttons and pictures were just flashing on the screen now. Her room was a cluttered mess, with books lying around everywhere but there was always that one corner of her room where it was always neat, and that was where her costume sat on a display. She never lets anyone near it. Marisa placed her chin in her palm in annoyance. "Jeez, there isnt anything to watch today." she muttered. She heard the words 'urgent news report' from the television, she nearly dropped the remote trying to flip back the channel. She quickly did so and listened. "A warehouse explosion..." she muttered as she continued to watch the report without saying another word. When the report was over, it went over to the weather forecast but Marisa didn't care much about that and looked over to her costume sitting on display, just waiting for her to put it on. Marisa blinked and shook the idea off. " No no...I at least need to investigate first before i try to do anything stupid." she said to herself and pushed herself off her bed

"The body count keeps rising to a dozen this evening as the firefighters keep finding the remains of the victims from last night's explosion. No survivors have been comfirmed so far and the cause of the explosion is yet to be identified..." Fantasia looked up at the tv a she held her pink phone with the Deus phone charm. "Omg can you beilive it? That happened so close to the restaurant I was at with my parents the other night."The short haired red head said as she took a sip of her soda. "I just hope that whoever owned that place had insurence~"The black haired chick said as she ate one of her nuggets. "C-Ciara that's horrible to say! People died in that fire!"The red haired girl yelled. "I'm sorry,Morgiana! Geez take a joke,right,Fantasia?...Fantasia? Hey,Fantasia wake up!"Ciara said as she waved her hand infront of Fantasia's face. Fantasia blinked a few times and turned over smiling. "Oh sorry,I got distracted b-by the news! Haha!"Fantasia said as she messed around with her phone. "Right,I guess. It's all over the channels apparently."Ciara said with a snicker. "Anywho lets hit the shoe store,their lunch break is over in a few and I totally need to get those lovely shoes I saw last week."Morgiana said as she took out the payment for their lunch plus the tip. "Finally,I need to new heels."Ciara said as she and Morgiana stood up. Fantasia stood up and followed the girls out the door and down the street. The three lived in the same apartment building,so of course they'd meet up and hang out from time to time. They walked down the streets and laughed at their jokes when they walked through the park,a shortcut to their destination. Morgiana looked up from her friends and stopped as she smiled. "Aw look. It's a soccer game."Morgiana said. They all turned to see that indeed it was a soccer game,for little kids. They were rather adorable. "Aw~"Ciara squealed. "Oh it just makes me want to have kids when I grow up even more! They are so cute. Don't you think so,Fantasia?"Morgiana asked as Fantasia's gaze was fixed upon a specifc boy. One of the child's leg was a prostetic. "Y-Yeah..."Fantasia murmured,her OCD alter ego quickly sneaking its way into the moment. "...what a waist of space...he'd be better off dead..." Fantasia shook the thought away as she looked up. "Hey lets get going,otherwise we won't reach the shop."Morgiana said. "Yeah you're right."Ciara said as they started to walk. Fantasia followed close behind,but not before taking a picture of the boy with her phone and adding it to a list..

- Sign-ups-

Name: Isaac Locke.

Age: 21.

Gender: Male.

Appearance: Resembles Travis Touchdown from No More Heroes but without his glasses and has blonde coloured hair.

Superhero/villain name: Meltdown.

Costume: Resembles the Spider Man Costume but without the mask and has a big M as its logo on the chest.

Bio: Will be revealed during introduction post.

Weapon: Three Bladed Katana.

Reason for becoming a hero/villain: Will be revealed during introduction post.

 

"Kick-Ass.".

Edited August 2, 201312 yr by Iamkingdomhearts1000

( Accepted. I'm interested in where you take this character.)

Peter stood in front of his uncle's house. He had a backpack on his shoulder and a hoodie on. He was to return to school tomorrow. His Uncle had died a year ago in a car accident. Peter was left the house and everything. He stepped in and looked around in the house he hadn't been in for the past 3 years. He walked upstairs and opened the door to his old bedroom. It was left the same since the night he left. He sighed and sat on his bed as he unzipped his bag. He took out his sword and some other clothing. He turned on the television and saw the reports about the warehouse. Peter closed eyes. He stood up. He grabbed the clothing and walked into the basement.'' If I'm going to stop his organization, then I must do it in someway they won't remember me.'' Peter said as he started making his costume. Hours went by as he finally finished. He held the mask.'' Mom, Dad. I shall finish my work.'' Peter said as he set the mask down and picked up the sword and swung it around. He started doing push-ups and sits-ups as he needed to stay in shape. He then saw it was getting dark out. He got dressed in the suit and held the mask.'' It's time.'' Peter said as he pulled the mask over his head and left the house on a motorcycle, heading to the warehouse he destroyed.

"Thanks for walking with me home,Fantasia."Ciara said with a smile as she opened the door to her apartment. "No problem. You needed help bringing in your stuff anywho."Fantasia said with a giggle as they walked inside the apartment. "I'm home!"Ciara called as she settled the bags on the table,Fantasia did the same,keeping her bag by her side. "Hey Ciara,Fantasia." The two turned to see Ciara's brother. He was in a wheelchair,paralyzed after an accident last year,but he was never sad about it though. A true example of hope. "Hey Axel."Ciara said as she hugged him. "Hey sis,you got me something?"Axel asked,his blue eyes glimering as he saw Ciara take out some clothes. "I got you some pijamas."Ciara said. She smiled at Fantasia,who couldn't seem to look away from Axel. "Thanks Fantasia."Alex said politely. Fantasia stared as she hid a smirk. "No problem. Come on,I want to take a new pic of you for my contact list."Fantasia said as she smiled and rose her cellphone. Axel blinked and then smiled,giving thumbs up. Fantasia took the picture and looked down at her phone. "Perfect! Thanks. Oh I better get going. Its getting late and I still haven't done my homework."Fantasia said as she turned and walked to the door. "Don't wanna stay for supper?"Ciara asked. Fantasia waved. "No thanks! I'm full,see ya!"Fantasia smiled and laughed squealing as she closed the door behind it. She walked to the elevator and used her ket to reach her penthouse at the very top floor. Her face expression had changed from happy to plain out insane. Her eyes wide as she scrolled down through pictures on her phones. All of them being of 'imperfect' people...it made her sick. She tossed her bag of new clothes on the sofa and walked into her room,dropping herself onto the bed as she looked down at her phone with an insane look. "...I...Imperfects..."

 

"They all must die."

Marisa looked outside to see that it was getting dark out. She looked back at her costume and within a few minutes, she was already getting herself into the outfit. She flexed her fingers in her gloves. Time to go, she though and walked out her room, closing the door silently behind her, and made her way downstairs. Nobody was home but her older sister, Remilia. She seemed to be occupied with the movie she was watching, completely obivous to everything else. Marisa stared at her for a sec before making her way off the stairs. Just when she was about to place her hand on the door handle, Remilia spoke so suddenly. "Off to play superhero again?" She said still keeping her eye on the television screen. Marisa pouted a bit. "I'm not playing. I'm serious about this." Remilia just snickered. "Whatever, just don't get youself killed out there. Got it?" Marisa was going to reply but Remilia unterupped her and said "Of course you do. Now don't bug me." Marisa just walked out of the house and and stepped into the moonlight. She stretched her arms out. "Ah, such a nice night." she said to herself and started making her way to that warehouse, or at least whatever was left of it.

Fantasia rested against her bedstand as she stared down at her phone still,her other hand stroking the silk bedsheets which adorned her bed. Across from her a shadow sillhuette stood tall and prideful,it had long hair just like her,but it seemed different to be her own shadow. "...you should totally go for it...they are suffering as it is. You'd be doing them all a favor." Fantasia looked down. "But I'd be hurting them? It'd be murder,it'd be bad..."Fantasia muttered as her hand that held the phone shook. The sillhuette lowered her hand to have it stop shaking and looked straight into Fantasia's eyes. "They are stains in the world. If the stains remain they'll grow and inly become more noticable..will you be able to live with the thought that these imperfections are taining our reality?!" Fantasia jumped off the bed and backed away until she felt her big bookcase. "N-No...I don't want my world to be ruined...I want my world to be perfect like me!"Fantasia said with a maniacal giggle as she looked back down through the photos that she had taken. "Perfect like me...perfect like mother and father expect no?"Fantasia asked in a whisper as she glanced down at the photos over and over again. For years she had taken picture of 'imperfect' people from all over the city...making a list. "Exactly my point!"The shadow said as it walked around and lead Fantasia towards the round wall mirror she had in her room. She had her look up at herself. "You are to be the savior of humanity by getting rid of the sinful imperfections,you'll be praised...!!!!"It whispered. Fantasia chuckled a bit at the thought of it. Her,a hero? Why she was already treated like a princess,both by her parents and society and boys...but a hero? A savior too? That would be rather lovely now wouldn't it? It would be nice to have 'Savior of Humanity' on a trophie now wouldn't it. It would certainly make her parents proud. "That would be rather nice...I guess I could give it a try..."Fantasia whispered as she shrugged. The shadow smiled. "Lets try tonight."It finally said. "T-Tonight? Oh no I couldn't...I don't have a plan or the techniques...heavens and hair will get messy,I don't want blood on it. I need to plan it out first..."Fantasia muttered. The figure laughed a bit to itself as it walked away towards Fantasia's wardrobe. It opened it,quickly kneeling down to the floor of the wardrobe as there were two handles on either side. The figure pulled off the floor door and settled it down,calling Fantasia over. "Fantasia darling."It whispered with a wide smile. "You're already ready...10 years in the making~" Fantasia walked up and looked down. Indeed in the hidden compartment of the wardrobe she found a wig and an outfit to fit her like a glove...It took no longer than 10 minutes for Fantasia to find herself wearing the elegant yet comfortable outfit,getting the mask over her eyes and the wig neatly fitting her. She closed the wardrobe and reached behind it,taking out a scythe her father had given her when she was 15...she had been saving it just for this. She had already sharpened it the night before. As she stepped back infront of the mirror,she looked like a different person. She stared at herself as she chuckled nervously,her voice suddenly sounding deeper,raspier,crazier. "...don't worry Fantasia...just let me take control...that's it,that's it..." She suddenly spun the scythe around,resting it against her shoulders as she gave a crazy smile. "Leave the work to me." 

Marisa was walked on top of a high fence on her hands. She felt the need to do some stretching so she decided to do some walking handstands for the hell of it. Marisa noticed something and lowered her feet in front of her and brought her upper part of her body up so she was standing upright. Isn't that the place nearby over there?, she thought and started pacing herself, still on top of the fence, towards the location. Once the destroyed warehouse was in view, she could see some empty police cars nearby the scene and police tape around the area. Marisa hopped off the fence and looked around. She tapped her chin with a finger. "Okay...so, according to the news, they have no idea how this happened." Marisa walked closer to the crime scene. Only parts of the building were actually still standing, the rest were destroyed or smashed into the ground. "It's odd. Usually i would hear some people running around here at this time of night. it's to quiet." she muttered to herself. Marisa started to walk around the area, looking for anything that could help

Peter dressed in his costume pulled up to the rubble. He stood up and noticed that their weren't police men but yet their cars were there. Peter then pulled his sword out and walked towards the debris. He then saw Marisa in the distant. Peter then activiated a voice changer on his neck. It was to change his voice so people wouldn't know it was him. Peter walked around the rubble, trying to see if he can find Darkness's body. He went into the place he saw him die at and moved some of the debris out of the way and saw the body wasn't there. That was until Peter encounter gun fire. He quickly ran for cover as some men in black were walking with pistols drawn. Peter held his sword as he saw some secretly heading towards Marisa. Peter quickly jumped and disarmed his attackers and quickly killed them. He rushed across the rubble and killed the other men as he was spotted. He looked towards Marisa.'' Hey kid, if your gonna be a hero. I recommend you wear a mask.'' Peter said as he ran off and got on his motorcycle and drove off. 

Name: Amber Mors

Age: 16

Gender: Female

Appearance: http://images5.fanpop.com/image/answers/2469000/2469464_1330239518820.66res_250_300.jpg

Superhero/villain Name: Night

Costume: https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-CqETaEpSZhU/T8bwxjDEaGI/AAAAAAAAAC0/s-Knq1OVmyk/anime_leotard_girl+%2810%29.jpg But black with blue highlights

Bio: Amber had a pretty set up life. She had a nice middle class family, did well in school, yada yada yada. Boring stuff. But it was a good life. There was no denying that. She also had fun doing gymnastics and martial arts. Unfortunately, her mother fell hard for sweet talking southern con man, and the family lost everything. Her father, angry at his wife for doing such a thing. Tensions grew, and slowly he exploded. In anger and frustration, he killed his wife, almost killed Amber, before turning the gun on himself. With two bullets, Amber's life was ruined forever. She continued the rest of her miserable life in an orphanage. She hated, and hated that con man. She trained harder, and pushed herself beyond her limits constantly. As other heroes soon rose around her, she realized that she'd make a pretty good hero. And so, Night was born.

Weapon: Escrima fighting sticks that can combine into a bowstaff

Reason for becoming a hero: To take action against those that take advantage of others and ruin lives. Well, that's the noble reason. She also wants to kill that con man.

 

Kick Ass

The apartment's security cameras that decorated the hallway would only glance the back of Disturbia's beautiful aquagreen hair,and the tip of her scythe as she held it upside down,hiding the blade itself within the clothing,before she stopped infront of a door and moved her scythe towards the door. She seemed to slid it between the door itself and the wall as the blade was so thin yet so strong,lowering it until she heard a click. She retrieved her weapon and with a twist of the handle she opened the door,letting herself into the apartment. She walked passby the valuables,the master bedroom and Ciara's bedroom,her focus was soly on Axel's. She carefully opened the door,which gave out a slight creak sound. In bed lay the small 10 year old in his brand new batman pijamas. She walked over to his bedside and looked down at him,passing her scythe's blade by his cheek slightly. "(He has to go...but I don't want to taint my beautiful blade on such weak piece of meat.)"Disturbia thought as she sighed internally. Oh how was she going to fix this problem? Her thoughts came to a halt as her demented mind made its way,her head turning to his window. She took a few steps forward to it. From the 20 floor apartment building they were at the 17th floor...a fall that would certainly be lethal...more evil...more demented...she thought about it. In no time the people would notice and the first message of Disturbia's rising would be properly sent...she turned over to the boy,lowering the bedsheet that covered his now exposed neck. She rose her scythe and got it over the boy's neck,the curve pressing against him. He groaned in his sleep but was silence as with a flick of Disturbia's wrist the scythe slit the child's small troath like scissors to paper. The scythe went so deep it cut the vocal cords and actually made contact with the vertebrate,only some nerves and pieces of skin connecting his head with the rest of his body. As the blood stained his pijamas and bed Disturbia watched in awe. The feeling that she could control life and death like this made her feel...proud. She smiled like a child on Christmas morning as she turned over to the window,opening it,letting the warm air breeze in. She picked up the small,helpless cadaver of the child from the bed and walked over to the window. She didn't even thinked it twice as she dropped the boy down from the 17th story window,soon hearing the loud crash of sckull crashing,blood splattering,bones cracking. The screams of a random woman as a car stopped dead on its tracks before hitting the cadaver that seemingly had fallen from the sky. Using the boy's own bedsheets she cleaned her scythe and simply walked out of his room,closing the door behind her. She walked all the way back to the front door and carefully closed it,not making a single sound as the door closed with a click. By the time his parents find out it'll be all to late and heartbreaking. Disturbia took out her cellphone,eliminating the picture of Axel from it before she walked over to the end of the hallway where the security cameras lost sight of her. The only thing she had stolen was the soul of the child,her first victim to the path of Disturbia.

Marisa heard the sound of gunshots and looked back to see the men already dead and somebody driving off on a motorcycle. Gah, she thought, but that guy has a point...I'll make one later. She placed her hands on her hips and looked down on the dead bodies of the men that tried to shoot her. "So I guess there really is nothing here then." she muttered to herself. "I'll check again tomorrow or see if the police got a lead." It was just then that Marisa heard a piercing scream from nearby and her head nearly hurt from it since it was so high pitched. Out of instinct, Marisa started making her way over to where she heard the scream. She started catching a familiar scent of blood in the air and she feared the worse. Marisa spotted thick red liquid trailing onto the road and she looked past the car to see a dead body lying limp on the ground. She restrained herself from screaming and just felt a shiver go down her spine. Marisa walked up closer to the corpse to see that most of the bones looked damaged from how the body was positioned and a deep cut in the child's corpse. "That wound...looks too big for it to be a knife...unless it was a machete or something even bigger than that." She said to herself and looked up. "And the blood is just splattered everywhere so...was this kid dropped here or something?" Marisa couldn't imagine someone throwing a child out the window but seeing how this town was, it could happen. The driver of the car that stopped in front of the body still seemed shocked about what he just witnessed but didn't budge from his car. Marisa sighed and glanced back at the corpses. "Rest in peace little one..." she muttered to the body. By then, a few lights from windows of the building she was in front of seemed to start turning on and people were just noticing something not right. 

( Yuffie accepted)

Peter had his helmet on as he stopped where everyone was. He saw the child. He had changed out of his costume and got up from the bike and walked towards the child. He examined his body. He took off his helmet as he kneel towards the young child.'' That wound..only a scythe could have done that.'' Peter thought to himself. He saw the police coming. He stood up and put his helmet back on and walked back to his bike. He got on and drove off into the night.'' Something isn't right. Darkness may be evil, but he wouldn't kill a child, would he?'' Peter thought to himself as he soon made it to his house. He got off and walked inside. He set his helmet on the table and he made himself some dinner, even though it was getting close to midnight. As he was eating, he was thinking.'' If someone with a scythe did that to a boy, then I got to find out who did it and why. Darkness can wait.'' Peter said to himself. He'll skip school tomorrow so he can buy some stuff he'll need if he's gonna stay a hero.

As Disturbia stood at the balcony of her penthouse she looked down to see the commotion occurring around the pancaked body of the child she just sacrificed. Her wide smile confirmed that she was pleased with what she had done,however,she still felt that this was merely the beginning of her path. Yes. This was nothing compared to what she planned. She felt something trickle her cheek. She moved her hand to her cheek and felt a salty tear. Could Fantasia be feeling sorry for the boy? Even if she did,she would have no memory of any of this by the time Disturbia was done with fixing stuff up. She looked up at her scythe and notice the smallest dripplet of Axel's blood on it. How she missed it? She swore she had cleaned it...she lowered the blade of the scythe to her lips where she licked the blood off the blade clean. She smiled as she licked her lips,tasting the copper liquid upon her tongue as she gave herself a drunken like giggle. "Oh I can't wait till tommorow."She whispered as she walked inside,closing the door behind her as she rested her scythe on its proper place and redressed in her normal clothes. "I'll be the star of the show again~"

The night went pretty fast for Peter. It was soon morning when the sunlight hit his eyes, thus waking him. He stood up and flinched a bit as his shoulder hurt. He sighed and soon fell out of bed and started doing push-ups. He soon got back up and walked downstairs. He made himself a small breakfast as he went into his basement. He then opened up the closet door in there and saw computers. A lot of them. His uncle was a tech geek. So he taught everything he knew to Peter. In a matter of a hour, Peter had a few computers up and running. He saw it was 8 in the morning. He didn't thought about it, but he should go to school. He actually missed going there. He soon got dressed( the clothes in his picture.) He put his costume in his bag, without the sword. He didn't want to be arrested. He soon got on his motorcycle. He soon drove off onto the streets.'' I'll look up more about that killer later.'' Peter thought to himself as he saw police investigating the boys death. He felt bad. Peter wished he could have done something as he drove to New York High school. He reached there. He was a new student basically. He was a senior. He got off and met some football players who cornered him. They wanted his money because of the way he looks.'' Hey guys, I recommend ya leave him alone before you get yourself hurt.'' Peter calmly said as the guys laughed and attempt to grab him. Peter quickly grabbed the guys hand and flipped him on the ground and twisted his arm and soon knocked the other guys on the ground.'' Good day guys.'' Peter said as he walked to campus.

As the limousine drove up to the school,Fantasia made sure that her make up was made up the perfect way and that there wasn't any smudges from her lipstick nor eyeshadow. "Are you sure that you wish to attend school here??? There are so many private schools that you can attend to if you just ask your parents for it..."Her driver muttered,actually worried for her wellbeing. Fantasia chuckled as she put away her mirror. "Oh please,school is school isn't it? We have no need to worry for anything. Trust me,I'll be fine. Infact,I think I'm going to have fun attending to this school."Fantasia said as she flipped her hair and picked up her backpack. "It is the only way to gain more targets..."  Fantasia opened the door and stepped out,the warming sunlight on her skin felt good. She closed the door behind her and turned over to the driver. "Just be sure to be here by the time school ends to pick me up."Fantasia said. With that the driver drove away and Fantasia made her way into the school campus. She was almost instantly quickly told apart from the rest. A new girl in the middle of the year? It was strange but it did happen from time to time. Fantasia smirked as she looked around the school. "I do hope I find some targets worth killing..."She whispered to herself as she felt the pocket knife inside her jacket.

Marisa woke up tiredly the next morning. Her costume was back in place where it was supposed to be in the display. The last thing she could remember was leaving the dead body there before more people could show up, she got scolded at Remilia for something she couldn't remember when she madde it home, then went straight to bed. Although, it was rather a sleepless night. Marisa proceed to get out of bed, fix up her hair somewhat, and slapped her clothes and shoes on that were in her closet. She grabbed he bag and keys and just left the house without bothering to eat anything as usual. Marisa got in the silver car her and Remilia shared and drove out of the parking lot and towards the school. She was still a senior even though she was suppose to be in college now. She didn't want to discuss the fact that somewhere in her years of schooling, she got held back, so she kept that information to herself. The radio was on and the news anchor was talking about the dead body discovered last night. Apparently, they didn't find anything new about the body and should later on today. Marisa sighed as she saw the school come into view. She parked in her usual parking space and turned off the engine. She's been coming to this same high school since freshmen year and everyone was at least familiar with her, so this was this another average day to her. Marisa picked up her bag and shut the door behind her. She let out a yawn and began to walk towards the school building. "I should haveskipped school today and worked on that mask..." she muttered

Peter walked through the hallways of the school as 1st period was soon to start in a few minutes. He hadn't been to this school since freshmen year. He wonder if anybody still remembered him Peter thought to himself as he then heard his name being called. Peter turned around and saw his old best friend. Seth Rode. Peter smiled a bit as the two shook hands.'' It's been years Peter. Where've you been?'' Seth asked as Peter laughed a bit.'' Sorry, but can't say. Lets just say I've changed a lot since you last seen me.'' Peter said as the two laughed. The two walked down the hall as they started exchanging tales.'' So how's your father doing?'' Peter asked as Seth smiled.'' He's the chief of the Police force now.'' Seth said with proud.'' How's your uncle?'' Seth asked as Peter stopped in his tracks. Seth then realized something.'' I'm so sorry.'' he said as Peter shook his head.'' It's fine. Lets just get to class.'' Peter said as he walked to his first period which was History.

"So you'll be joining us Miss...Rocecrant?"The teacher asked as she looked down at the paper and then back up at the polished 17 year old. Fantasia seemed to give a smirk as she gave a nod. "Yes mam."Fantasia said as she glanced at the students walk in. "Yes indeed..."She muttered as she was brought back into reality by the teacher. "Listen,um,Fantasia,I'm warning you because I care for your safety. If you're going to survive without getting into trouble I would suggest you-" Fantasia instantly snapped at the teacher in a tone even the teacher didn't understood. "Don't worry. If anyone messes with me,they will be messing with the wrong girl."Fantasia said with a smirk as she chuckled. Turning away and walking up to an empty seat next to the window. "H-Hey,that's Peter's seat for this period."The teacher said as she scolded. "I don't see his name on it though!"Fantasia whined as she turned to the teacher with bored eyes,her cellphone in her hands as she had decided to re-organize the list in alphabetical order. She sat down,resting her backpack against the seat as she messed with her phone as she was as cool as a cucumber on the outside,but on the inside her mind was spinning and slowly deteriorating on itself. "Oh how many people will we find today~"

Marisa was still half asleep when she walked into her first period classroom and went to her seat, which was the desk close to the back and near the window. When she made it there, she dropped her bag on the floor and sat down in her seat. With the sun shining on her face, within a few minutes she was mostly wide awake by now. Marisa heard the teacher making a fuss, which was somewhat unusual, and looked up to see that a new student was sitting in front of her. Huh, when did we start getting new students?, she thought as she just looked at her messing with her phone. Marisa wasn't really in the mood to start acting friendly so she rested her chin in her palm lazily and just waited for class to start. 

Peter and Seth departed as Peter walked into first period. He saw the teacher as people stared at Peter. Peter saw a few people knew who he was. The kid who went missing 3 years ago and just showed up randomly. Peter walked to the teacher.'' Where do I sit?'' Peter asked as the teacher pointed where Fantasia sat. Peter sighed. On his first day, he would already have to deal with drama. Peter walked down the isle of seats and stood in front of Fantasia.'' Excuse me, but I believe your sitting in my seat. I would like it if you can get up and move to the seat you were assigned to without making a little fuss out of it.'' Peter said to Fantasia as he just wanted to get through school so he can start to research about the dead boy. 

 

Elsewhere, in a dark room, a man sat in a throne chair. Bandages around his chest, black pants, a mask besides him, it was a black skull mask. It had eyeholes. The man's face was covered by the darkness. The man heard some people come in and grabbed the mask and sidled on his face. People, wearing nothing but black stood in front of him. The man coughed.'' Do you know where he is right now?'' the man said weakly.'' Yes sir.'' a troop said as a man with a black and yellow mask, black shirt, combat pants, sword on his side, a ak-47 on his back, a sniper, and chains around his chains.'' Deathstroke..see personally that you kill Peter at his school and kill anyone who gets in your way..'' the man said. Deathstroke nodded.'' Yes Lord Darkness.'' Deathstroke said as he and other people left. Darkness sat there. His wounds healing from the warehouse.'' I'm coming for you Peter..''

Fantasia looked up to see Peter asking for her to get off his seat and not cause a fuss about it. Fantasia's eyes were soft and and calm,but for a second a glance of madness could be seen,just for a second. She flipped her phone closed as she got it inside her pocket,standing up to look at Peter. He was taller than her,but that didn't stop her from feeling that she was looking down at him. "I see. So this is your seat. Your name's not on it though."Fantasia said in a soft voice as she closed her eyes. Suddenly they shot open with a glance that could kill as she started to step forward,making him step back. "However I am a lady and not just a lady a lady of the highest class. If you were to act like a gentleman you would say instead 'please take my seat while I seat down at one of the empty seats that are in the classroom' or 'I hope you enjoy my seat' even if you add some sarcastic tone into it. Now you've just stepped yourself into my playground on this matter."Fantasia said as she pulled the desk behind Peter just as he fell onto it sitting down. Fantasia's glance was as sharp as knives. "I will just have to teach you how to act like a gentleman either you like it or not. Now sit up STRAIGHT!"Fantasia said as she pretty much slapped his back so he would straightened up his arched back.