More pls? 😋

*shrug* we'll see, even Idk lol

Why do i feel like this is the start to a giant bastardization arc + enemies to lovers?

More?

Neither can I

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The United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland.

The prince is an asshole apparently.

Gave me serious John Wick vibes, friend.

WOW! That was farging brilliant.

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Isn't that season 1 of miracle workers?

I can't read those prompts without seeing Steve Buscemi's face.

I got the Medal of Honor and a few more medals. Soon the economy plummeted for the first few years of the US owning the UK. After a bit we won the space race, we murdered every big political figure in the UK, we Freed Ireland and Scotland, the USSR got taken over by Poland, Ireland got China, and Japan got molested by Scotland in the Japo-Scot war. So that’s what the entire war with the UK and everything after it and where I was with the part I played

𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝑲𝑰𝑨 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒑𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒑𝒊𝒄𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒂𝒓𝒎 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒍𝒆𝒈 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒐𝒇𝒇. 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒆𝒙𝒇𝒊𝒍 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝑬𝒙𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒆.

𝑾𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝑲𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑮𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑹𝒐𝒚𝒂𝒍 𝑳𝒐𝒅𝒈𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒂 𝒃𝒐𝒎𝒃𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒓𝒖𝒏 𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒕. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒆𝒔 𝒇𝒍𝒚 𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒓𝒐𝒑 12 𝒄𝒍𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒐𝒎𝒃𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑳𝒐𝒅𝒈𝒆. 𝑨𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒅𝒆𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝑰 𝒔𝒂𝒚 “𝐻𝑒𝑦 𝑘𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑎 𝑒𝑦𝑒 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑖𝑠 𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑖𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑚𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑜𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚“ 𝒔𝒐 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑮𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒘𝒐 𝒈𝒂𝒖𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒍𝒆𝒇𝒕 𝒔𝒐 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒘𝒐 𝒈𝒂𝒖𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒅. 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒖𝒑 𝒕𝒐 𝑮𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒚 𝒑𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒍 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑰 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅 “𝐾𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐺𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑒 𝑉𝐼 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑦 𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝐴𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑐𝑎“ 𝑰 𝒑𝒖𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔 𝒐𝒖𝒕Well that’s the part of it the war I was apart of. After the war the US annexed the UK but no one really cared since they just saw the US take the UK so fast and with little effort

𝑰 𝒑𝒖𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔 𝒐𝒖𝒕

𝑨𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝑩𝒊𝒈 𝑩𝒆𝒏. 𝑾𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒕 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒂 𝒔𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒓𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝑳𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒏 𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒖𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒖𝒓𝒕.

𝑺𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝒘𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝑩𝒊𝒈 𝑩𝒆𝒏. 𝑾𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒆𝒕 𝒖𝒑 𝒂 𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆. 𝑰 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅 “𝐽𝑜ℎ𝑛𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑇𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑟 𝑦'𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑠 𝑠𝑞𝑢𝑎𝑑 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑜𝑢𝑡“ 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝑹𝒆𝒑𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒅 “yeah James we are ready” “𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑙𝑒𝑡'𝑠 𝑚𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑛“ 𝑰 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅. 𝑺𝒐 𝒘𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒈𝒐𝒕 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒂 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒇𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒂 𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓 .

𝑨𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒛 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝑰 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝑱𝒐𝒉𝒏𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒆𝒍𝒍 “HOLY SHIT TUCKERS DEAD TUCKERS DEA-“ 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑱𝒐𝒉𝒏𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒈𝒐𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒌𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒎. 𝑺𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝑯𝒖𝒕𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒈𝒐𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒉𝒊𝒎 “FUCK IM HIT IM HIT“ . 𝑺𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒒𝒖𝒂𝒅 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒕 𝑰 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒖𝒄𝒌 𝒂𝒔 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒎𝒃𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒅. 𝑺𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒕 𝒊𝒏 248 𝒃𝒐𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒇𝒍𝒚 𝒊𝒏 𝒅𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒄𝒍𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒐𝒎𝒃𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒎𝒃𝒔 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒏 𝑳𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒍𝒖𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒚 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏.

𝑰 𝒔𝒂𝒚 “𝑂𝑘 𝐽𝑜ℎ𝑛𝑠𝑜𝑛, 𝐺𝑜𝑛𝑧𝑜, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑀𝑎𝑟𝑐𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑦'𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑔𝑜 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝐶𝑙𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡. 𝐻𝑢𝑡𝑠𝑜𝑛, 𝑇𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑟, 𝑁𝑎𝑡 𝑦'𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑔𝑜 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝐶ℎ𝑢𝑟𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑙. Tuner, Armi, McCarthy yall with me we will take care of King Gorge. We will all regroup at Big Ben when done. Then we will take London.” 𝑾𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒖𝒕

𝑰 𝒔𝒂𝒚 “𝑂𝑘 𝐽𝑜ℎ𝑛𝑠𝑜𝑛, 𝐺𝑜𝑛𝑧𝑜, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑀𝑎𝑟𝑐𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑦'𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑔𝑜 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝐶𝑙𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡. 𝐻𝑢𝑡𝑠𝑜𝑛, 𝑇𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑟, 𝑁𝑎𝑡 𝑦'𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑔𝑜 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝐶ℎ𝑢𝑟𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑙. Tuner, Armi, McCarthy yall with me we will take care of King Gorge. We will all regroup at Big Ben when done. Then we will take London.” 𝑾𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒖𝒕

𝑾𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝑲𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑮𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑹𝒐𝒚𝒂𝒍 𝑳𝒐𝒅𝒈𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒂 𝒃𝒐𝒎𝒃𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒓𝒖𝒏 𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒕. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒆𝒔 𝒇𝒍𝒚 𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒓𝒐𝒑 12 𝒄𝒍𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒐𝒎𝒃𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑳𝒐𝒅𝒈𝒆. 𝑨𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒅𝒆𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝑰 𝒔𝒂𝒚 “𝐻𝑒𝑦 𝑘𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑎 𝑒𝑦𝑒 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑖𝑠 𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑖𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑚𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑜𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚“ 𝒔𝒐 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑮𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒘𝒐 𝒈𝒂𝒖𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒍𝒆𝒇𝒕 𝒔𝒐 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒘𝒐 𝒈𝒂𝒖𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒅. 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒖𝒑 𝒕𝒐 𝑮𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒚 𝒑𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒍 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑰 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅 “𝐾𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐺𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑒 𝑉𝐼 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑦 𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝐴𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑐𝑎“

Well I’m 96, I was a soldier in WHATS known as the Great War of the 40s. So it being 2023 now a lot of people have asked “where were you in during 9/11”, “where were you when we nuked Iran”, “where were you when MLK, or JFK got shot”, and “where were you when America invaded and annexed the UK?”.

Well Ill tell you where I was when American invaded and annexed the UK. I was 24 and still in the American Army’s special unit. We were either the best of the best shots or the best of the best brains. We were tasked with killing King Gorge , Winston Churchill, and Clement Attlee. We were also tasked with taking over London and any other city we can get. So here’s my story.

It there was me [1Lt. Sean James], 2Lt. Huston, Spc. Turner, Sgt. Tucker, Cpl. Marcell, Spc. Johnson, Spc. Nat,and Spc. McCarthy in my group. We had some Airman backing us up if needed on a aircraft carrier. Now all government documents say that we used only American guns but that’s a lie we used any guns we could. The Mg we used was a MG42 if that tells you anything.

So here’s what happened the first thing we did was send as many missiles we had [all ballistic] into every city except London they got 4 missiles and that’s when we came in a day after we bombed London. 𝑴𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒒𝒖𝒂𝒅 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒂 𝑯𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒐𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 [At the time we didn't know what a helicopter was but the army and air force with a little help from the marines made a Helicopter called HueyMK.5 this was the pro to type that was “never“ made and that means it wasn't documented] 𝑾𝒆 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑯𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒐𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒅 4 𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝑳𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒐𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒔𝒐 𝒘𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝑨𝒊𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝑮𝒐𝒏𝒛𝒐 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑨𝒓𝒎𝒊 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒖𝒔

𝑰 𝒔𝒂𝒚 “𝐻𝑒𝑦 𝑇𝑢𝑛𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑤𝑒 𝑔𝑒𝑡 2𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑠 from 𝐿𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑜𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑎 𝑓𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡“ 𝑻𝒖𝒏𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒂𝒚𝒔 “𝐴𝑙𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡... 𝐻𝑒𝑦 𝑏𝑜𝑦𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑦 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑣𝑒𝑠 when we get 2 miles from London” 𝑨𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒂 2 𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒎 𝒖𝒑

The phone was ringing. Captain Z didn't want to answer it, only one person has that number, and that person was the last person he wanted to talk to at the moment.

Better to get this over with now. He picked up, "I'm sorry Gate."

The silence was almost as terrifying as the one word that was spoken. "Explain."

The Captain could feel the sweat start to bead. "We can't control them, they were formed when you were off world they never faced you, they were never brought in line. They went rogue and attacked without provocation, Jeff wasn't even in costume.... I'm sorry so so sorry..."

"That does not fix the situation Captain, what is the councils stance." The words were hollow, devoid of emotion, cold.

"The public's opinion prevents the council of heroes intervention, it was seen as a positive that the young team took the initiative and attacked a villain hideout." He paused and took a deep breath. "The council will not take action against you or attempt to prevent you from taking the action you see fit in response to Jeff's death."

More silence, deep and ominous.

"I will not kill them." A click, a dial tone.

Captain z started to shake.

The gatekeeper leaned back in his chair, his rage cold, and unforgiving. This was his fault, he had become lax in his duties and it had cost him his son. So many years spent as a villain and not just any villain but the gatekeeper, "if you could beat the gatekeeper then you were a real hero!" "He's not that tough, but pretty much everybody has fought him at one time or another." But there was more to him than most knew, he was more than the gatekeeper, to the council of heroes he was a schoolmaster secretly working to weed out the weak or those who might injure themselves or others. At other times a secret executioner for those who were a danger to every one around them. And now some of those he had failed to test had killed his son. His successor.

The gatekeeper glanced over the files of the team that had attacked his son. A girl super strength, hard to use that strength when you become a paraplegic. A young male, super speed, hard to use that speed when you have no limbs. Another male super sonic vocals and sound production, no voice box fixes that. There were more but he would start with those three. He would let them live, but there are consequences to every action. They would be humbled.

Rage was the only thing in my heart. Rage at “heroes,” who killed my son in cold blood and rage at the lackluster display of false sympathy shown by their parents. They like him, were only sixteen years old. Some were a little older but that’s not the point. The fact of the matter is, my son was no real threat to anyone. Especially, not the sons of five most powerful heroes.

I know why they did it; they wanted to make a name for themselves, as if being the children of the “Big Five,” wasn’t enough. They thought that I wouldn’t be able to do anything to them because I was known as nothing more than minor villain. An annoying prankster was all that they considered me to be. My nemesis, however, knew better.

Her alias was “Silent Silver.” She came to me a week later.

“Hello,” she said, in a calm voice that seemed to hold genuine sympathy, “I know that our relationship has been tenuous at the best of times but I want to give my condolences.”

“Why did you come to do such formalities yourself and in person no less. Don’t you have some minimum wage secretary who does this sort thing for you.”

“I do but that’s really not why I came here.”

“Well why did you? Can’t you just give a grieving father just a little bit of time to mourn the death of his only child?”

“You want to get revenge, right?”

“Yeah, of course I do but I’m not quite sure how you can help with that.”

“I am a sworn to bring justice. Even for those who are not innocent themselves. I want to help you. Besides I am not stupid and know what you are really capable of. Honestly being on your good side sounds like a really good idea.”

After about an hour of back and forth, I finally agreed to let her help me. We planned for about a year and we are going to bring my son’s killers to justice. We will strike tomorrow. My son will have justice.

Fireye opened her door to find Paragon on her front stoop. Paragon, lynchpin of the Security Council's global defense strategy, was pushing her recycling bin aside and inspecting the chipped paint on her doorframe.

"Holy shit!" dropped out of her mouth before she could stop herself. "Paragon? What are you doing here? I mean, what the hell are you doing here? Is it good or bad? Could you sign my–"

"There's no time for that now," he said in his famous basso, eyebrows tight on his face, lips drawn into a hard line. "Get inside, out of sight. Do you know where your family are?"

Fireye's fiery eyes widened, and the temperature around them raised a full degree. "Bad, then." She cleared her throat and put on her hero game-face, then one that the cameras knew, the one she'd worn under the blood spatter when she'd put down Exterscius. "Ok. Ok. Do you need help? What can I do?"

Paragon pushed past her and swiftly pulled the curtains shut. It was only then that she noticed his hands were shaking. Paragon's hands were shaking. What fresh hell could shake the hands of the man who had literally turned back Hell's own invasion?

"Get your wife, get your kids," he said. To his credit, his voice didn't waver. "You need to vanish. New identities, new names. New bodies if you know a polymorpher who will help you within the hour. If not, just get out and get to the other side of the planet. Whatever contingencies you have, use them."

"Fuck, Paragon, slow down and give me a real sitrep." Fireye forced her breathing to steady, pulled her focus in. "What in the absolute fuck are we dealing with?"

Paragon turned his arresting ice-white eyes to meet her burning ones. She could feel the pressure emanating from them, could feel her own flames rising to match. He took a deep breath.

"The Tickler is coming for you." He said it slowly, clearly, without inflection. In her mind, Fireye could distinctly hear a record-scratch play, stopping the inner music of the moment.

"Say that again," she said.

"The Tickler is coming for you." His voice, balm to millions, cracked just a bit. "She'll be here soon."

"The Tickler," said Fireye. "The prankster. The one who made the mayor of Lagos piss his pants on the news last week. That Tickler."

"Yes," said Paragon, his voice level.

"You are not serious," said Fireye. "This isn't funny. You scared me."

"I am far past serious," said Paragon. "My daughter is dead."

Fireye's jaw slowly descended, dragged inexorably downward with uncompromising force.

"No. No no no. Your daughter is The Black Knight. I just saw her on the news."

"Do you know why?" asked Paragon in a dead voice.

"She foiled a plot on the President," answered Fireye, alarm rising in her chest.

"As it turns out, she foiled a prank on the President." Paragon's tone turned flat and clinical, the words of a recon unit reporting to command. "The Tickler's son Sideshow was setting off some cuss-word fireworks over the President's head, protesting the fracking policy or some other nonsense. But Shelley's team was there, and Sagittarius put a stellar arrow through his eye. Sideshow was gone in seconds."

"That's terrible," began Fireye, "but we both know he shouldn't have been there. And the kid makes sparkles. His mother makes people laugh. The hell is going on, Paragon?"

"Omar," he said in that lost, hollow tone. "My name is Omar."

"Omar," said Fireye, "please help me understand."

"She's not just going to kill our kids," said Paragon, said Omar, said the most apocalyptic single human force in recorded history. He looked at the floor. "She's going to make us kill our kids."

Fireye noticed then the bags under Paragon's eyes. She ran out of words; he'd run out of tears.

"It's very Biblical, isn't it?" he mused without affect. "An eye for an eye, a child for a child. She caught me in the audience at Shelley's award ceremony." He paused, then looked back at her, gaze to gaze, parent to parent. "Did you know that a laugh is an involuntary spasm? That's what she really does. She makes you spasm."

"So..." said Fireye, and then it caught her. "Oh. Oh, no."

"Yes." Behind his voice, Fireye could hear the bile rise in Paragon's throat, could hear the acid hit his vocal cords. "I killed them. I killed my little girl, I killed them all. I twitched and they died and I knew it was her. I'd be glad that the President wasn't there, if I thought I could ever be glad again."

"You need to know," he continued, dead-eyed,, "that she can do it from anywhere. She's got a truly photographic memory, and all she needs to do is see you once. That's it, that's all she needs, and she's got you forever. Most of us have been marked for years, and we never guessed. What would happen to your kids if you lost control and looked at them?"

Fireye's face went ashen. "She has to be stopped."

"How?" asked the most powerful man in the world.

She searched for answers. "Surprise? Mind control?"

"How many of us do you think she's ever seen?" His voice rose, fear and anger meeting in rising volume. "How many of us could she turn against one another and make fucking chaos bombs out of our powers?"

His shoulders squared, finally, and his face evened out. "So you will get your kids, and you will vanish. And we will both pray that ordinary humans can handle her, with their invasive security cameras and their terrorizing drone strikes. We will pray they can even find her, a lifelong fugitive with a singular strategic genius and massive popular support, who has decided that the hegemony of heroes is over and that she will personally visit upon us the Plague of the Angel of Death."

"Yes, yes I will." Fireye began to leak cinder-tears down the sides of her face. "Thank you for telling me."

"Thank me when we live," said Paragon as he mastered his grief and began to flex his onyx wings. "Now go. I have a hundred more stops to make tonight."

EDIT: re-jiggered a paragraph and added punctuation. Also, feedback always welcome!

I would love a follow up for this.

Just wow. I would love to find out what happens next.

Ooooh I enjoyed reading this one! Good job!

There will be more, right?...