The city was busy, darkness covered the sky while the city was polluted with the phosphorous glow of the neon lights.  Cars honked their horns noisily as traffic littered most of the streets, and the people walked through continuing their daily lives.  Amongst the racket of these horns and these people talking on their cell phones, and their idiotic ideas of peace, war, economics, and the like, darkness itself brewed.  Somewhere at City Hall an intern was being fucked by her employer for a raise.  At the Police Department, an innocent kid was being forced to service two officers in exchange for his freedom.  Such was the corruption that ran through the city, and such was the inner workings of the darkness that had engulfed the city.

But walking through the crowded sidewalks was someone who was not so easily corrupted.  With long black hair that was shoulder length and frost colored hues, he made his way through the streets, unnoticed.  His skin was tanned, and he was wearing a black wife-beater shirt, along with black jeans, and a pair of black boots with steel toe.  The bottoms of his pants were not tucked into the boots.  His arms were solid muscle, like marble, and as he walked, the younger group of ladies in the area would look at him, and think some naughty thoughts, while, the older crowd deeply wanted him for what their husbands couldn’t provide them with.  He was that good looking.  On his wrists were two black steel wrist bands, but not manacle like or handcuff like.  They had no chains or anything of the sort, and they had strange white symbols carved into the steel.  As he walked he turned down a corner and went to cross the street when he saw the police cars and the swat team stop twenty yards ahead to corner in a group of teenagers aiming guns on the squad cars.  He watched, those frost colored hues staring intently with amused curiosity as he walked closer, ignoring the people telling him not to be stupid and to stay back.  

The kids opened fire, and as they did, it didn’t matter.  Their aim wasn’t anywhere good enough, and it didn’t matter to begin with.  The SWAT team opened fire simultaneously as the kids, and the bullets exploded into their legs, and then they proceeded to run over, and actually beat on them, kicking and stomping, beating these kids to death without mercy.  The kids cried out for mercy and apologized, begged for reprieve and got none.  It didn’t take long for the SWAT team and the other officers to successfully destroy these kids, scattering their brains all over the road with chunks of bone and parts of their flesh.  Finally, the leader of the SWAT team turned, and his attention was focused directly upon the man with the frost hues.

“You can move along now sir.  The threat had been neutralized,” he said.  The man with the frost hues smirked, and kept his hands within the pockets of his black jeans.

“’I’ll say it has.  In fact they’ve been neutralized all over the damn road.  I can’t believe it’d take so many cowards to take out just two of your own.  I thought two or three would have been sufficient.  But I guess I was wrong,” the man with the frost hues said, grinning now.  The grin looked as though it was coming from a shark.  The malice behind his eyes was not hard to see.

“Sir, you are under arrest for assaulting an officer of the law.”  

“You’d have to have proof first,” the man said, and then without warning or recognition, the man’s hand moved, and one second, the police and the other members of the SWAT team were staring at the man with the wife beater shirt, the next, they saw their leader’s head jerk harshly to a very bad angle with the sound of a loud snap accompanying it.  And through all of this, it seemed the man’s hands didn’t even move!  The leader’s body slumped to it’s knees and then face forward.  The police all gasped, and then, without warning opened fire.  The automatic weapons exploded from those of the SWAT team that had them, as well as the shotgun fire and the pistol fire that exploded from the rounds.  Clips and chambers and barrels were emptied harshly, bullets colliding with the man with the wife beater’s chest and body, all of the bullets making contact with his flesh.  Blood as black as a shadow exploded from the wounds.  His body jerked and spasmed as the bullets collided with his flesh.  

The bullets stopped coming as the police ejected their spent clips, watching the figure before them, this stupid figure standing there, eyes still showing that amused look, even as he took his last breath.  They inserted new clips into their weapons, and watched the man as time seemed to slow, and horror then drew upon their faces.

The man in the black wife beater suddenly sucked air in, taking a long, vicious breath, and as the air sucked in the holes in which the blood that was as black as a shadow disappeared, as well as the bullets.  Within seconds, the bullet holes and the wounds themselves were no longer visible.  It was as if they had never existed.  The man took a step forward, his eyes showing a very strange look.  He looked as though he were a predator now, and as he stepped forward, he moved his lips and spat….

And when he spat, bullets exploded from his mouth quickly as if his mouth were an automatic weapon, and the bullets flew and collided into the SWAT team’s truck and the police cruisers, and the police and SWAT team themselves, piercing through their armor without any problem.  The mortals fell to their deaths, screaming in agony, and not understanding how this thing could have survived such an assault and barrage of bullets.  The man grinned, his face taking on that of some kind of sharks.  He stepped forward to the two police cruisers and brought his fists back simultaneously and then forced them forward, his fists colliding with the front ends of the car, and instead of the cars themselves flying back like the big bad wolf blowing down the house made of straw, the cars shook, and bent backwards, as if some kind of unseen forced was pushing from the other side.  The cars folded like accordions, smoke bellowing out from under the hoods.  He then turned his attention to the SWAT team’s van, and just kicked it outright, sending it back hard into a building.  He then looked around, noticing all the people and grinned.  

However, the grin disappeared when he felt that ripple of power as reality had changed, corrected itself.  Normal humans wouldn’t have felt it.  However, since he was no longer human, and couldn’t remember if he ever had been at one point in time or another, he could feel the correction reality was making upon itself.  Since so much power that was foreign to this reality had been used, reality itself needed to adjust itself so that it could adapt to that strange and foreign power.  The way it did this was by causing a massive explosion to the hospital that was down the street.  The very air rippled, and then, it seemed to suck inward, and brick and glass and metal and sheet rock all exploded outward as the building was ripped apart by unseen and unknown forces.  Blood and bone and organ followed the various other parts of the building.

“Oh.  Wrong target it seems,” the man said, and with that, walked off into the night, being able to fit in easily amongst the people who were scared shitless of the fact that a murder spree had just occurred, as well as the hospital’s explosion.




Name:  Valendrek Nomiscent.

Age:  Unknown

Height:  6ft, 4in

Weight:  215lbs

Race:  Unknown

Abilities:  Super-strength, super-speed, sensitive hearing.  A strange metal that can’t be found upon earth is what replaces his bones.  The metal is stronger than metals found on Earth, and as a result, it can be safely assumed that the metal isn’t of Earth, and is most likely enhanced by some form of magic.  When using his supernatural powers, can create an imbalance in reality that must fix itself, and can designate the target in which the imbalance must fix, though, sometimes it is beyond his control.  Has the power to create and control energy, and can leap in great distances.  Super-agility and super-reflexes.  Low-level telepathy and telekinesis.  

Occupation:  None

Personal Quote:  “Pain and pleasure are indivisible.”

Bio:  Sometime around the early 1900’s, roughly, during the years of prohibition Valendrek was once human.  During that time, he was alone in the world, but was also still a rebel, and a hater of society and all it’s functions.  But what he despised the most was Organized Crime, and most importantly, Al Cappone.  He was a firm believer in Chaos, and Anarchy and destruction, and that was why he was alone.  His family banished him, and his girlfriend left him because of his ideas.  They didn’t suit well, and so, he decided he’d take it upon himself and rid the world of all organization and peace.

When one of Al Cappone’s men was bringing in liquor, he found these men, and at gunpoint, killed them without thinking.  This earned him a one way trip to the top of Al Cappone’s hit list and as a result, Valendrek, though, known as Billy Morgan at the time, was ordered to be executed.  He hid, and stalked these Italian mafia men, not for his own idea that right was right, and wrong was wrong, but because he hated order, and he hated the mafia and the way they were so organized.  To Billy, they were more organized than the actual government, and so they were his top priority.

One night while walking about, taking a rest and drinking, and about to find his way into a prostitute’s bed, young Billy was stopped by two men.  They, without question, pulled out their guns and opened fire on both Billy and the whore, killing them both.  However, that was not the way things would end.  As the two men tried to escape, four beings, wrapped in a strange blue light stepped from the shadows.  The humans tried opening fire on these creatures but to no avail, and instead were reduced to smouldering ashes.  They then moved forward, taking in Billy Morgan’s body, and the leader shook it’s head, and the voice erupted, seeing to echo.

“It seems we will finally have the chance to perform our newest experiment after all.  Take him back, and have the equipment prepared,” a male voice escaped.  The others moved, picking Billy Morgan’s body up, and then, the blue glows grew, and grabbed hold of all five of the beings, and took them back to their home, though, it was hard to say where.

The deux ex machina placed the dead form of Billy Morgan upon a slab in some kind of operating room, at least, that’s what it looked like.  They removed his clothes, and sliced open his body, parting flesh, and immediately removed bones from his body, as well as the organs.  They were going to change him, and make him better.  Instead of the mortal bones, they replaced it was bones made of some strange metal, the metal itself from their own design, their own world.  It was stronger than all the metals upon Earth itself, and could not be broken by mortal ways.  They changed his blood, changing his very life.  They enhanced his mind, opening up more than just what percentage the average human could use, instead, changing it, and made his immune system stronger.  When they had finished his new metal skeleton, they had also put new organs in.  They were his original organs, only now changed by their strange magic, making him better, stronger and faster.  His eyes were changed from a once green color, to a now frost color.  When they had finished with him, and his newly created form, they decided they would not give him the memories of his old life.  At least, not entirely.  No, they would give him bits and pieces and lock the rest of those old memories deep in the caverns of his mind to where he could only reach them if absolutely necessary.  The leader of these four grinned, at least, what looked like a grin.

“Your new name is now Valendrek Nomiscent.  You are no longer the weak mortal creature you once were.  Now, you are stronger, better.  You have power at your disposal that other creatures only wish necessary, and no restrictions are placed upon you Valendrek.  You are the harbinger of Chaos itself.  When you awaken, you will do as you please, but know, that you are still ours.  We allow you to live, and you will follow our rules,” the leader said, and then, put his hand upon Valendrek’s body, speaking words in a strange static like language, as energy from his own body pulsed into this new, Frankenstein like creature.

Valendrek was placed in a sort of suspended animation so that the changes could finish taking place.  How long this took exactly, not even the deux ex machina could say.  For they knew not.  

When Valendrek was freed, he walked upon the earth, and had heard rumors of a man that acted as Judge, Jury, and Executioner.  He wanted to fight this man, not knowing that perhaps, maybe the people who had reborn him, had created him for that sole purpose.