Hellzone: A Grave For His Sins (Mature Content Warning!!!!!)

[Judge_M0rt1s]

*Chapter 1*

Date: October 18th, 2007.

Time: 10:00 pm

Location: San Diego, California

His name was Tucker. It was his third year as one of the Blood Fangs, one of the local groups in the area. As he sat there in the dimly lit room of a basement in a dismal house on the ass end of town, he took another long drag from his cigarette. Running his fingers through the cornrows on his head, he looked over at the "guests" that he and his buddies had tied up. Two kids, boy and a girl. One was fifteen, the other was ten. Both tied to chairs with duct tape over their mouths, shivering in fear.

Tucker, bored out of his mind, shook his head at the hostages.

"Better hope your parents get that money soon..." he told them as he pulled out a switchblade, "Otherwise, gonna have to mail'em body parts...show'em we ain't f*ckin' around!"

He watched as the young boy started crying, and rested his head on the shoulders of his sister. Tucker chuckled at the thought. As far as he was concerned, if the boss was stupid enough to put him on baby sitting detail, he might as well have fun with it. After all, he was called "Chop Shop Tucker"...no sense in letting his skills go to waste, right? Deciding that enough was enough, he pressed the button on his switchblade, and started walking over to the frightened children. Specifically the young girl, who tried to put on a brave face for her young brother. Glaring back at Tucker defiantly despite the fear she felt.

"How's about we do it anyway?" he said with his usual grin, pointing the knife at the young girl which broke the glare she made, "Maybe cut off those pretty little ears, eh girly?"

But just as he reached for her ear, the door at the top of the stairs slam open.

"Tucker, get yer ass up here!!" Charlie, the gang's second in command screamed at the top, "We got a situation!!"

"On my way!" Tucker shouted back, then whispered to the young girl, "F*ckin lucky, you little b*tch!"

He sprinted up the stairs, pulling out the Desert Eagle .50 he tucked into the back of his pants as he went. Once the door slammed, the children soon heard the sound of men shouting in unison. The young girl sighed in a mixture of relief and worry. She looked over at her young brother who continued to shiver and sob into her shoulder. Suddenly, the sound of a window opening caught their attention, making them freeze in confusion. A small rectangular window at the base of the house had opened suddenly, and in dropped a young woman wielding a pair of pistols.



Right away, the woman put a finger to her lips, silently telling the kids to be quiet. After that, she holstered her guns and headed over to the children. Stepping behind them, she started undoing their bindings.

"It's gonna be okay." she whispered to them reassuringly, "I'm Oranna. My buddy and I were hired to find you."

After she freed them, she then swiftly ripped off the tape over their mouths. As soon as she did so, the two kids sprung from their chairs, whipped around, and wrapped their arms around her.

"Th-Thank you!" the young boy cried

"Shh! It's alright!" she told the young boy with a sincere smile, patting him on the head

"A-Are you going to get us out through the window?" the young girl asked in confusion

The sound of gunfire and screaming erupted from somewhere in one of the upstairs rooms, causing the young boy to bury his face into Oranna's shoulder. The young girl looked over to Oranna, and was shocked to see how calm the woman was acting

"Nah, we're going to wait a bit, then go through the front door..." Oranna said with a chuckle as she did a little stretch, "That buddy I mentioned? He's going to...heh..."evict" these dirt bags."
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Tucker sprinted up the stairs, pulling out the Desert Eagle .50 he tucked into the back of his pants as he went. Closing the door behind him, he followed Charlie who headed for the back bedroom where the boss was. He ran into the room, and screeched to a halt. For in the center of the room, laying atop a blood soaked mattress, was the corpse of his boss, Anton. His head was missing, with splashes of blood on the wall.

"What the hell happened?!" Tucker shouted at Charlie

"Yeah, Marsh!" Charlie snapped at one of the new guys, "You were supposed to be watching him! What the hell were you doing?!"

"Hey, it wasn't me!" Marsh cried, "I went to take a leak, and was gone for literally ten seconds! And then I came back to this!!"

"And you didn't hear sh*t?!" shouted Tucker, aiming his gun at Marsh

"Bullsh*t!" shouted Tommy, another newbie, who took aim at Marsh as well with his assault rifle

Marsh didn't waste a second further. He pulled out his own gun and took aim at all three of them. "I didn't do it!" he shouted, "I said I-"

Suddenly Marsh's eyes went wide like dinner plates. Not but a second after he unleashed a horrified scream, and started firing wildly in Tucker's direction. The first shot grazed his ear. Tucker dove to the ground, more than startled. Charlie and Tommy dove down with him, all three covering their ears while Marsh continued firing blindly at the doorway while screaming like a banshee. After a moment he stopped, and headed over to Anton's corpse and fished out a fresh magazine from his pocket.

Charlie was the first to take aim at Marsh a second time, "You wanna die that badly, you crazy b*stard?!"

"It was his head!" Marsh screamed at them

"Head?!" Charlie shouted, "What head?!"

Marsh was shaking like a wet dog as he desperately tried to load the fresh magazine into his gun, "Anton's!! Someone was dangling it in the doorway!!"

"d**n it!" Charlie hissed, "Alright, we need to-"

"I'm gonna kill you!!" Marsh hollered as he ran out into the hallway

"Marsh!" Charlie shouted, then said to the others, "C'mon! Move yer *sses!"

Tucker hopped up right as Charlie bolted out of the room. With Tommy right behind him, Tucker stepped out into the hallway. The minute they did, they heard the sound of Marsh letting out a horrified scream from somewhere in the house. Down the hall, Charlie poked his head out from the archway opposite to the door that lead to the basement. "Quit screwing around and help me!" he shouted before ducking back in through the doorway. Heart thumping in his throat, Tucker followed after Charlie. He heard Tommy's footsteps stomping right behind him as he ran. They went through the doorway, which lead to a large living room with a beat up couch and an old, bulky TV. Charlie was standing near another archway with his back to it, waiting for Tucker and Tommy at the opposite end of the room.

"Quick! I saw Marsh go this w-" was about as far as Charlie got before a long metal chain wrapped around his throat, and yanked him through the archway

"Christ!" Tucker hollered as he stormed after whatever had taken his friend

He leaped through the archway, which opened into another small hallway which lead to the kitchen. Tucker quietly motioned for Tommy to follow him. He cautiously inched his way down to the kitchen. The only sound he could hear was the thumping of his heart in his throat. No other sounds were heard, especially not the footsteps of his remaining friend.

He turned and frantically whispered, "Tom, quit screwing around-"

Tucker's blood went ice cold. Tommy was nowhere to be found.

A soft sound from the living room caught his attention. An almost gurgling sound. Stepping back into the living room with his gun at the ready, Tucker soon found Tommy. Tommy was laying flat on the floor in front of the couch. Foam seeped from his lips, and blood slid from his nostrils. Eyes rolled into the back of his head, which lay crooked because of the broken neck he had. And while Tommy lay twitching, Tucker stood there in horrified disbelief. 

"Whats'a matter, Tuck?" an unknown voice asked from behind

Slowly, Tucker turned around.

Standing before him was a young man with a partially shaved head, wearing a biker jacket, black jeans, and spiked combat boots. 

"C'mon, buddy! Don't lose your head, too!" said the young man as he held out Anton's severed head

Screaming at the top of his lungs, Tucker took aim and fired a couple rounds. He quickly found he was nowhere near as fast as the young man, though. The young man in the biker jacket simply dodged to the side, spun once on his heels, and hurled Anton's head right at Tucker's face. With a loud "CRACK!" Tucker fell to the ground, dropping his gun as he fell to the floor next to Tommy. He cried out in pain as he clutched his now broken nose.

Before he knew it, the young man was upon him, pressing his knee into Tucker's throat. 

The young man's face was much clearer up close. Auburn hair shaved on all sides, except the left which reached down to his chin. Bright, hazel eyes that had an eerie green sheen to them. A small goatee beneath a sadistic grin. It wasn't long before Tucker saw the young man pull out a jagged, stainless steel bowie knife and aimed the tip at Tucker's left eye.

"So what was that you said earlier? Back in the basement?" the young man asked, moving his knife to Tucker's ear, "Something about cutting that girl's ear off?"

Tucker tried to scream, but aside from a raspy whine, he wasn't making much noise thank's to the knee pressed to his throat.

"Let's see how you like it..." the young man growled, his eyes glowing neon green as he slid the edge of his knife closer to Tucker's ear

"Yo, Psycho!" a woman's voice called from the basement, "You about done, man?!"

"Yeah, just give me a sec, Oranna!" the young man hollered back, eyes no longer glowing

Letting loose an annoyed sigh, Psycho returned his attention to Tucker.

"Now who's the lucky b*tch?" Psycho asked him with a soft chuckle

The last thing Tucker saw before everything went dark, was the young man raising his knife, and then slamming the pommel right between his eyes

[The Melee Master]

Oooh, nice work! I look forward to the next chapter!

[ganondorf2]

Nice

[Judge_M0rt1s]

Oranna lead the two children out the front door, just as she promised. Psycho was waiting for them outside. In his hand he carried what seemed to be a bowling bag. Oranna gave the young man a hard look after she saw the bag.

"Is that-" she started to ask, but was cut off by Psycho

"G's orders." he told her, "Why? I have no idea."

"And...you just went and did it?" she asked, "Christ, Psy, did you really have to-"

"Hey, can we save this for later?" he asked her

He motioned toward the two kids that clung tightly to her. The young boy was shivering, while the young girl was looking at the bowling bag, and then to Psycho, and then to Oranna.

"They don't need to hear this stuff..." he told Oranna, "You call the clean up crew, get the kids home...and I'll head back and talk with G."

Oranna didn't seem pleased with what he said. Not that he blamed her. Either way, he gave her a little wave as his body started to emit bright neon green energy. Soon he erupted in a blast of bright green flames. He closed his eyes, and felt a light numbness take hold of his brain. And when he opened his eyes, Psycho found himself in an office of some sort. There were pictures on the wall, some of Psycho and Oranna in military fatigues, as well as a middle-aged man looming over them with a proud smile. Filing cabinets, book shelves, it seemed like a rather simple office. In the center of it was a solid oak desk, as well as the man from the photos. He sat at his desk examining some documents.




"Yo, G!" Psycho called out, holding the bag out for his boss to see, "I got that guy's head like you wanted."

Glancing up from the documents, the man cleared his throat and said, "Arthur."

Not knowing what he meant, Psycho asked, "The hell's that?"

"Arthur P. Samuel." the man continued, standing up from his desk and heading over to where Psycho stood, "That'll be my new alias for the time being, as I mentioned before."

"Ah, gotcha!" Psycho said with a nod, "So Project Oregon's in full swing, huh?"

"Project Orga." Arthur corrected, motioning for Psycho to follow, "And yes. They finally transported the specimen from Antarctica. It arrived while you and Ori went on that little mission."

Arthur lead Psycho over to a large bookshelf. Reaching for a hard cover book with the word "Necessity" written on it's spine, he pulled it. What followed was a loud click, followed by the book being yanked from Arthur's hand. The bookshelf slid to the right, revealing a door that was formerly hidden.

"How're your powers, by the way?" Arthur asked as he stepped through the doorway, "Are you getting the hang of them?"

"Yeah, of course!" Psycho told him as he followed, "Just...wish I knew what was causing them..."

The two walked into what appeared to be a long corridor. Observation windows on their left. Arthur continued walking with his hands behind his back. Psycho, however, stopped to look out the windows. They overlooked a large, open testing area. Dozens of scientists running around in full hazmat suits. In the far back of the room, frozen in a massive block of ice several stories tall, was a large organism of some sort.



"I may have a possible answer to that." Arthur said, heading down the corridor, past an elevator, "What's causing your powers, I mean."

Psycho sprinted down the hall after him. When he caught up with Arthur, he asked, "Yeah? What is it?"

"We'll need to do a test, first. Won't know for sure until then." Arthur replied

"Okay...what's the test?" asked Psycho

Pulling out a card key, Arthur slid it into a card reader next to a nearby door. The door opened, and the two walked in. Inside was an empty room with a large yellow "X" painted on the floor.

"Take out the head, stand in the center and focus your energy into it." Arthur ordered, "Need to see if you can absorb it."

"Woah, woah!" Psycho said in a mixture of shock and disgust, "Back the hell up! You want me to what?!"

"It's part of the test." Arthur added, attempting to sound reassuring

"Yeah, I get that!" Psycho snapped, "I'm saying why is that the test?!"

Letting out a small, annoyed sigh, Arthur said, "I dug up ancient texts and hieroglyphs, all of which spoke of beings with similar powers to the kind your body is now manifesting. From the texts, it said they used those powers against "malevolent entities" or the "souls of the d*mned" as it were."

Motioning to the bag that held Anton's head, Arthur continued, "That head you're carrying belonged to a murderer and a kidnapper. It's a bit of a long shot, but if my hunch is correct, the energy your body produces should have a reaction to his head."

Psycho was not at all pleased by the news. Still, he opened the bag to retrieve Anton's head. Holding it in the palm of his hand, the young man began focusing his energy. It didn't take long for the neon green energy to manifest. Swirling down his arm like a snake, the energy soon engulfed Anton's head, causing it to burst into flames. A sharp pain surged across Psycho's arm, causing him to groan. Seconds after, Anton's head, skull and all, turned into a pile of bright green ashes that quickly melded with his skin. A brief discoloration before his flesh went back to normal.

"As I suspected..." said Arthur, stroking his chin, "Necroplasm."

"Nec...what?!" asked a disturbed Psycho

"According to the texts, those that wielded necroplasm hunted evil people." Arthur explained, "Think of these individuals as holy warriors. You should be honored, Psy!"

Psycho looked at his hand in disgust. He certainly didn't feel honored.

"Why is this happening...?" he asked Arthur

"Perhaps you're descended from these warriors?" Arthur suggested as he walked over and patted him on the shoulder, "A simple blood test will tell us more. In any case, you did good work, Psy!"

Psycho continued to stare at his hand with disgust.

"Speak your mind, Son." Arthur said after a moment, "You're not acting yourself, especially when you came back. What's eating you?"

Turning his attention to Arthur, the young man sighed and said, "You know me, dude. I have no problem when it comes to maiming and torture! Especially with jack*sses like Anton!"

"But...?" said Arthur with a look of concern

"Killing...I'll kill them if they're trying to kill others, or trying to kill me!" Psycho said, giving one more disgusted look at his hand, "But...this...this doesn't feel right. It for d*mn sure didn't feel necessary..."

"I understand, boy, I really do." Arthur told him, "You have my word that this was a one time thing. I'll keep looking for a cure, but in the mean time, nothing says you can't use those powers to do your job better, right?"

Feeling better, Psycho nodded to Arthur with a smile.

"That's the spirit!" said Arthur, patting him on the back, "You and Ori go get some well earned rest! I'll call you both tomorrow to check in."

"Alright...thanks G-I mean...thanks Arthur!" said Psycho with a warm smile

Pulsing with necroplasm, Psycho teleported out of sight. As soon as he was gone, though, Arthur's demeanor soured. Rubbing his temples, the middle-aged man sighed in frustration. He started to leave the room, when high pitched, almost inhuman laughter caught his attention.

"That was real sweet of ya, Arty!" said a voice at the other end of the room

Arthur turned to see who it was, and found a squat, fat, clown-faced man grinning at him.




"Of course...he ain't gonna be too happy when he realizes he ain't descended from no holy warriors!" the Clown said with a giggle, "But still! Nice of ya to think of his feelings, I guess!

"I thought I told you not to bother me when I'm at work, you bug eyed freak..." Arthur growled at the Clown

"Eeeeasy there, Arty!" the Clown giggled, "Didja forget who I work for?"

"Should he ever make himself known here, I'll be more than happy to play the part of a gracious host." Arthur said, then with a snarl, "But as it stands, I don't take kindly to Clowns of any kind...so there best be a good reason for you being here, otherwise I'll send you back to hell with my bare hands!"

"Of course I am!" said the Clown, "The boss sent me to check'n see if everything's goin' to plan!"

Sizing him up, Arthur relaxed a little and began pacing around the room.

"His powers are maturing as expected." Arthur answered, "When I call him tomorrow, I'll tell him about the Argent Facility and send him to investigate."

Suddenly, the Clown pulled out a photo from his back pocket, "When you do, make sure he knows about this piece 'o sh*t!"

Snatching the photo, Arthur examined it carefully.




"This the one your..."boss" was talking about?" asked Arthur

"The very one!" the Clown said with a sneer, "Make sure that boy 'o yours snuffs'em!"

With a nod, Arthur said, "I'll see to it that he does...now, if there's nothing else..."

"I'm goin! I'm goin'!" said the Clown

A pillar of fire appeared behind the Clown. Just before he walked through it, though, the Clown said, "Not for nothin'...but you better not be goin' soft on us with those kids! We had a deal, after all!"

"I've done my part so far..." Arthur shot back with a growl, "And I'd expect no less from Malebolgia...understand?"

"Heh...do right by us, we do right by you!" said the Clown, who proceeded to vanish as he walked through the pillar of flames

Once the Clown was gone, Arthur sighed in a mixture of anger and relief. From his pocket, he retrieved his pocket watch. He flipped it open. Inside was a picture of a young Psycho and Oranna. They were huddled together and smiling. For a moment, a smile started to tug at the corners of Arthur's mouth...but it never came.

"Forgive me..." he told Psycho and Oranna before tucking the pocket watch back into his coat

[ganondorf2]

Pretty good.

[Judge_M0rt1s]

Psycho rubbed the sleepiness from his eyes. He was in a military cargo aircraft, and on his way to some sort of facility out on the southern edge of California. Unlike Oranna, who sat across from him, he wore his biker jacket, jeans and boots. His friend on the other hand wore light combat armor. She was examining her guns. Making sure that they were up to snuff.

"Six in the morning..." Psycho grumbled to his friend, "How are you guys able to stay awake at this hour?"

Oranna started to answer him, when another woman called out, "Because unlike you, we take our job seriously!"

Psycho turned his attention to the woman that said that. A woman with several cybernetic arms attached to a special harness on the jumpsuit she wore.



"Pfft! And what makes you think I don't take this sh*t seriously, Caroline?" Psycho shot back with a grin

"Because Oranna, my brother, and myself are all geared up for the occasion!" she shot back with a glare, "You dressed in your civilian clothes and didn't bother to bring weapons!"

"Why should I bring weapons when I got this?" asked Psycho, conjuring a green ball of fire in his hand

"Because our powers have limits, you nitwit!" she snapped

"At least mine are natural!" Psycho said with a shrug

"What was that?!" Caroline growled

"Alright!" said a calm, southern voice, "Time to calm it down, e'rybody!"

They turned their attention to a very large, bald man with a trench coat. A man who had cybernetics of his own, and stood eight feet tall.



"We're all on the same side, so no need to fight!" he said with a smile

"We're on the same side, but we're not on the same page!" Caroline snapped

"Caroline's right, Psy..." Oranna said with a stern tone, "You should take this more seriously..."

"Or maybe you guys are blowing this all out of proportion!" Psycho said with an annoyed sigh, "There's four of us going up against one guy!"

"One guy that caused a secure facility with armed security to go dark." Caroline added

"Caroline has a point, Psy." Calypso added, "And unlike all our past missions, the target has zero info to go on."

"No known connections, no known family," said Oranna, "Heck, guy's so secretive, we don't even know what his name is!"

Suddenly, a voice announced over the intercom, "Five minutes away from Argent Facility! ETA three minutes!"

"Roger that, Grim!" said Calypso, who then returned his attention to Psycho, "Just grab an assault rifle and a helmet."
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Date: October 19th, 2007

Time: 6:03 am

Location: Argent Facility


"Please!" the scientist begged, "Please don't kill me!!"

The hooded assailant said not a word. Silently staring back at him with its glowing red eyes, the nameless figure clenched its fingers, popping the joints in it's hands all at once. Blood dripping from the gloves the hooded figure wore.

"I-I have a wife and kids!" the scientist begged, "W-Whatever you want, j-just take it! You don't have to kill m-"

The nameless assailant struck in a flash. Grabbing the scientist by the mouth, the hooded figure lifted him off the ground. The grip the figure had was tighter than a vice grip, having caused the scientist's jaw bone to shatter. Causing the scientist to scream into the palm of his hand. Then a neon red energy wafted from the figure's hands like a smoke. A second after, the flesh on the scientist's face flew off in a sick, wet blast. Leaving a blood soaked skull. The figure dropped the corpse to the floor.

The nameless figure started to walk away, when the sound of an aircraft caught its attention. The figure's red eyes flickered for a moment, then went back to normal.

The figure began laughing.

"**un* y*u..." said the No Name, with a monotone voice riddled with radio static, "I kill...fi* t*is..."
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Psycho was the first to land. Removing his parachute once on the ground, the young man stood there with a stunned look on his face. The front doors of the facility, both of which were massive reinforced steel doors, had been ripped from their hinges and partially melted. Oranna was the next to land. She whistled in amazement at the sight. Caroline and Calypso were next. Caroline brandished an assault rifle, while Calypso kept a firm grip on his sword.

"Right...keep yer eyes peeled..." Calypso whispered as he headed inside, "Mission begins now..."

Caroline and Oranna followed Calypso. Meanwhile, Psycho stood there for a moment looking at the destroyed doors with concern. Readying the assault rifle he grabbed, he followed after his teammates. 

As soon as they were inside, they found the remnants of a massacre. Several bodies, all security personnel, mangled and left to rot. Each one had massive chunks of flesh missing and scattered all about the place in a wet, gory paste. 

"One guy did this?" Psycho asked, disturbed

"Shell casings everywhere..." said Oranna, then looking around the room, "Bullet holes everywhere...looks like they were firing in all directions."

"So...either our quarry had friends-" Caroline began

"Or he's a solo act with lotsa tricks..." Calypso interrupted, "Either way...we find this guy, and put'em down."

[Judge_M0rt1s]

"I'm just saying it's weird..." Psycho whispered, "F*ck'n wonder twins make a big song and dance about this schmuck being a one man army... and then we're told to split up?"

Oranna was silent as she sidled up to the corner. Back to the wall, she waited a moment before rounding the corner in a flash. Aiming down the hallway with her gun, she scanned for any signs of life. Nothing but more corpses. Once she was certain, the young woman whispered "Clear!" to her partner, who casually walked out into the hallway as though they were at the park.

"Calypso and Caroline know what they're doing..." Oranna whispered, keeping her eyes peeled as they moved

"Yeah, that's what's bugging me, Ori..." said Psycho, letting his assault rifle dangle next to his hip, "If we're supposed to stop this guy, then why are we splitting up?"

"Cover more ground." she replied with a flat tone, "Will you please focus and take this seriously??"

"I am!" Psycho snapped, "Think about it, there's something they're not telling us!"

Rolling her eyes, Oranna lowered her gun and glared at Psycho.

"If there's something they didn't tell us, then we didn't need to know!" she hissed, "And it's not like we're completely cut off! We have radios!"

"Uh, you have a radio..." Psycho shot back, "Calypso and Caroline have a radio... I'm the only one without a radio."

"Because you'd spend the entire mission badgering Calypso about what he didn't tell us, and getting into a fight with Caroline once she got sick of your sh*t!" Oranna spat, and proceeded to raise her voice a little, "So shut up, take your balls out of your purse, and act like a professional!"

"Alright, fine!" Psycho growled, bringing his assault rifle up

Right as the two were about to continue, a shadow darted from out of a doorway down the hall. It quickly vanished from sight, melding with the surrounding darkness. Oranna wasted little time in grabbing her two-way radio.

"Eagle chick to big bear..." Oranna whispered into her radio, "Saw movement... heading to investigate."
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"Roger that," said Calypso, "We're close to the breaker room, so we'll see about gettin' some light. In th' meantime, you two stay careful."

"Affirmative." Oranna said through the radio, "We'll keep you posted."

Calypso proceeded to tuck his radio back into his trench coat. He was relaxed as he and his sister headed down the stairs that lead to the basement.

"Can we really trust Oranna to keep that idiot in line?" Caroline asked after a moment

"Relax..." Calypso told his sister reassuringly, "Psy works better with Oranna. Trust me, it's better this way."

"If he was with one of us, we'd have a chance of keeping him in line." Caroline growled

"Putting him with one of us would only complicate things." said Calypso as he reached the base of the stairs, "If he caught wise to our real reason for being here, it'd be trouble."

"Speaking of..." Caroline began, resignation in her voice

The two stopped in front of a door. One that had the words "Electrical" written in big, white letters. Calypso tried to turn the knob, but found it to be locked. Shrugging without a care, the large man slammed his foot into the door. Bending it, and knocking it right off the hinges. After that, he knelt down and entered the room. Having to twist his body a little just to be able to fit inside.

"Are... we sure that what we're doing is a good idea?" Caroline continued as she followed her brother inside

Calypso stopped, and turned to his sister. Though he had what seemed to be a sincere, caring smile on his face, Caroline heard the distinctive sound of her brother's grip tightening over the hilt of his sword.

"Gettin' cold feet?" he asked, his tone cool, but sharp like a razor

"N-No! Never!" Caroline replied immediately, "It's just... it's still hard to believe that such a place actually exists..."

Calypso stood there for a good while. Eventually, the grip on his sword loosened, and he proceeded to head over to a nearby generator in front of a large breaker box.

"Yeah... I getcha..." he said, "Who'da thunk it that Hell really was real?"

Calypso started flipping a couple switches, soon finding that the power wasn't working. He then turned to the generator and proceeded to turn it on. It roared to life right away, causing the lights to flicker on shortly after. Turning his attention back to the breaker box, Calypso flicked one switch back to "On". It was labeled "Argent Room: Portal Enclosure".
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Oranna and Psycho hurried after the shadow they saw. Not but a few minutes ago they saw it a second time. Though it was dark back then as well, it was clear that the thing they were chasing had a black cloak just like their target. They rounded another corner, and found the shadow waiting for them. It stood there, eyes glowing red as it silently watched the two appear.

"Freeze!" Oranna shouted, pointing her gun right at the hooded figure, "Hands in the air! NOW!!"

The hooded figure laughed at the order. Voice echoing as it hunched forward, with its hands clenched tight.

Right then, Psycho aimed his rifle with one hand, and produced a green ball of fire with the other. "Trust me, slick..." he warned the hooded figure, "You don't want to f*ck with us!"

The figure tilted its head. Static sounded off, cutting off bits of what the figure said.

"You... of course its you..." said the figure, "Pain in the *ss... you always were..."

"Hands. In. The Air!" Oranna repeated

Again, the figure laughed. Bright red smoke wafted from his hands.

"Try me... I'm not the one who's going to die..." it said, clenching its hands into fists

Before the figure could make a move, Psycho pressed his finger down on the trigger of his gun. Spraying bullets at the figure alongside Oranna, who fired hers in controlled bursts. The figure became riddled with bullet holes. Stumbling back, the figure's arms flailed wildly from Psycho and Oranna's attack. Eventually, the two stopped. Oranna lowered her gun in startled confusion when she saw that the figure was still alive. That was when the lights came on. Just in time for Oranna to see the holes that she and Psycho made seal right up.

The hooded figure made an odd sound at that point. Popping its knuckles, it proceeded to make what sounded like a combination of a chuckle and a growl. The figure hunkered low. Hands at the ready, it charged after Oranna and Psycho. It didn't get far though, since Psycho blasted the figure halfway down the hall with a beam of necroplasm. It tumbled for a bit before landing on its feet with ease. Laughing, with a bright green burning hole in its chest, the figure made a beckoning motion with its hands. Taunting the two before running off through a doorway.

"Get back here!" Oranna shouted, chasing after the figure with her rifle at the ready

The two followed after the figure, soon finding themselves inside of a large room. Inside the room were several computer terminals, and a variety of complex machines. But, past the center of the room, near the back wall, was a large metal hoop atop of an odd platform. It was metallic, but there seemed to be a large stone disk in the center with a bright, glowing red pentagram etched into it.

Unphased, Oranna and Psycho got ready for anything. Oranna holstered her rifle, and pulled out her dual pistols. Meanwhile, Psycho holstered his gun, and conjured a pair of necroplasmic fireballs.

"Whoever you are..." Oranna called out, "You better give up, now!"

Silence was the only reply. Oranna wasted no time. She motioned for Psycho to take the lead. Nodding, the young man headed forward toward the metal hoop and the pentagram stone. He was halfway there when the figure leapt out from behind one of the many machines in the room. Slamming its fist into Psycho's gut, the figure proceeded to grab him by the throat, and pulled him close to its hood.

"Whoever?" asked the figure, then said with malicious glee, "Don't need no name to kick your *ss!"

Psycho slammed one of his fireballs into the chest of the No Name. Though it melted through the No Name's coat and out through his back, the hooded figure didn't even flinch. His wound healed just like the others from before. He chucked Psycho over his shoulder, and proceeded to sprint after Oranna, who began blasting away as soon as she saw him coming. Psycho slammed into the hard ground, popping a joint in his shoulder. Groaning, he forced himself back onto his feet. He looked up, and felt his heart sank when he saw the No Name blast searing hot red energy at Oranna.

To Psycho's horror, she wasn't fast enough. She tried to dodge it, but the blast caught her in the side of her gut. Melting away her flesh there, causing her to cry out. Dropping her guns, she clutched her wound, leaving her wide open to the No Name, who wasted no time in grabbing her by the throat.

Hopping onto his feet, Psycho growled, and then shouted, "You get away from her you sunova b*tch!!"

The No Name looked at him with glowing red eyes. Laughing, the No Name leaned back, and then slammed Oranna's head into the side of one of the computer terminals. Blood splattered against the terminal. A massive cut on the side of Oranna's head. She slumped to the ground, out cold, or maybe dead. Psycho couldn't tell. All he knew was that he was furious, and ready to kick his enemy's hooded *ss.

Eyes glowing neon green, Psycho roared at the No Name, and sprinted after the hooded man. The No Name, laughing at this, held out his hands. Razor sharp, claw-like knives ripped through the tips of the hooded man's fingers, causing them to drip and ooze with black blood. That was when the hooded man hurled itself after Psycho, hovering over the floor at a high rate of speed.

It swung at Psycho, who ducked the attack. Claws missing him by a hair. The young man retaliated by shooting a hot stream of necroplasm at the No Name, once more hitting him in the chest. Cloak and flesh burned away by the attack, leaving a black colored rib cage exposed. The No Name laughed at this, and swung again, this time with his smoky red energy wafting off of his claws. Again, Psycho narrowly dodged the attack. Wincing when he felt the searing heat from the claw brush by his face. 

He blasted the No Name once more, this time aiming for the hooded man's head. This time, the No Name dodged. Weaving his head to the side, then lunging forward. Psycho reacted much slower than his opponent, who shoved his claws right into Psycho's gut. Crying out, and coughing up blood, Psycho latched onto his enemy's arm. Growling in pain when he felt that same searing heat start eating away at his insides.

"Love it?" the No Name whispered, then shouted, "Pain is my ecstasy!"

"Y-Yeah?" Psycho groaned, charging up a fireball of necroplasm in his free hand, "Then try a hot dose of this!!"

Rage overtaking him, Psycho's mind went numb. His strength overpowered the No Name in that moment, easily allowing him to rip his enemy's arm right out of its socket. Chucking it to the side, Psycho then slammed the fireball into No Name's throat. Instantly vaporizing his opponent's flesh. He then sent out a concentrated blast of necroplasm, which decapitated the No Name, sending his head flying across the room. That was when it hit him. A wave of nausea and exhaustion washed over Psycho. He fell to his knees, blood gushing from the wound No Name made.

"ATTENTION ALL PERSONNEL!" an automated voice sounded off, "PLEASE STAND CLEAR OF ARGENT PORTAL WHEN IT IS IGNITING!"

A large noise caught Psycho's attention. Something loud behind him. Clutching his wound and shifting his weight, he leaned back to see that the large metal hoop began surging with red electricity. The stone with the pentagram in it glowed in response to this. After a while, a large, bright red portal appeared. From it came the sound of faint inhuman roars, and distant screams.

"What... what the f*ck??" Psycho gasped in confusion

"More like what the hell!"

A massive hand grabbed Psycho at the back of his neck. The young man knew right away that it was Calypso. Calypso, who dragged Psycho toward the red portal.

"You done real good, kiddo!" the massive cyborg said, "D*mn shame you ain't gonna get to brag about it!"

"Calypso, what are you doing?!" Psycho shouted, trying desperately to break free, but to no avail

"Arthur's orders, kiddo!" he told the young man, "Said that once y'all killed that hood guy, that we needed to throw what was left'o you to hell!"

At that, Calypso's grip tightened, cutting off the airflow to Psycho's lungs. The large man shifted Psycho around so that they faced each other. Psycho glared at Calypso and that d*mn grin of his. 

"Don't you worry none about Oranna!" Calypso told him, "I'll be sure to tell'er you died protecting her!"

Psycho tried to fight back, but he was too exhausted. Too drained to do anything. He reached for Calypso's throat just as the large cyborg hurled him into the portal. The last thing Psycho saw, was Calypso smugly waving goodbye, while Caroline tended to Oranna.

Then everything went dark.

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Chapter 2: Waking Up 

Date: October 19th, 2007

Time: 8:04 a.m.

Location: San Diego, California (Riot Tech HQ)

Arthur made his way down the hall, heading for the examination room.He entered, and found Calypso waiting for him inside. He stood behind an operation table. On top of said table, was the body of the No Name. His severed head placed right above his neck, and his arm placed right beneath the open socket it was ripped from.

"So... how'd it go with Psy?" Arthur asked

"Did jus' like ya said!" Calypso said with a shrug, "Threw'em in, left with sis, the stiff, and Oranna."

"Right..." said Arthur, who sounded a tiny bit disappointed at the news of Psycho.

Walking over to the operation table, Arthur leaned in. Trying to get a closer look at No Name's face, which was still shrouded in darkness, even though the fluorescent lighting was above, and by all rights should have shown who he was. Curiosity taking over, Arthur tried to pull away the No Name's hood, but found that when he did so, it moved the whole head, as though the two were stuck together.

"What, is it glued to him?" Arthur asked Calypso in confusion

"You think that's spooky, get this," Calypso replied, then picked up the No Name's severed arm, "Our lab boys tried to take a blood sample... instead of blood, some kinda black liquid came out, and broke the syringe that drew it, and then zipped right back into'em."

"So... our friend here is bonded with a symbiote?" Arthur asked, looking down at the body

"Nuh-uh. Lab boys tested for that as well." Calypso answered, throwing the arm back onto the table, and proceeded to pace back and forth, "Near as they can tell, from what little there is, his body is human."

Arthur glared at Calypso, "Why haven't they done an autopsy?!"

"Started to... but his body started to repair itself right away!"

Glaring at the body, Arthur cursed under his breath, "So... his body still has a healing factor despite the head being detached?!"

Looking back at Calypso, he said, "Can't take any chances then... stab his heart!"

Shrugging at that, Calypso pulled out his sword. Raising it high, he plunged the blade right into No Name's chest. So hard,that his blade effortlessly went through the reinforced steel table itself. The body made a slight twitch, but nothing after that. A few seconds later, and a puddle of black fluid seeped out from under the body. The head, however, remained clouded in shadow from beneath the hood.

"Freaky..." Calypso muttered when he noticed the head

"That just means there's something supernatural tied to him." said Arthur, not sharing Calypso's concern, "Something like a hex, or an enchantment of some kind. I'll look into that, myself."

Turning toward the door, he motioned for the large cyborg man to follow him, "After you tell the lab team to run a full autopsy, take Caroline with you to Argent Facility Bravo. Our friends on the other side will be ready to move by the time you get there."

Walking next to him, Calypso said, "Sis is... gettin' kinda dodgy about all this... startin' t' question things."

"Your point?" Arthur shot back

"Saying I might need somebody a little less likely to cause a problem!" Calypso told him, "I ain't afraid t' kill'er if I absolutely have to! But if there's another option..."

"Fine, take Zed." said Arthur

Calypso let out a small groan, "Zed? Seriously?"

"He doesn't question what he's told." Arthur replied

"That's 'cause he's a fukkin' lunatic!" Calypso shot back, "When he's not cuttin' or stabbin' someone else, he's doin' it to himself! C'mon, let me take Frosty!"

"Frostmire's on another assignment." Arthur told him, then growled, "Take Zed, and quit wasting my time!"

Calypso stopped following at that point. With a frustrated sigh, the giant cyborg man muttered, "Yes sir..."
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Time: 8:04 a.m.

Location: ?

Psycho awoke with a gasp. As he did, he groaned in pain. Clutching his gut, feeling around for the wound that No Name made. It was mostly healed, but still sore. Still raw. Groaning, the young man forced himself back onto his feet. He looked around, and was horrified by what he saw. Massive piles of bones belong to monsters several times his size. Oceans of lava beneath the edge of the cliff he stood on. The sounds of roars and tortured screams filled the air, ringing in his ears. He couldn't believe what he saw... and yet, there was no other conclusion to make.

He was in Hell, like Calypso had said.

"Calypso..." Psycho growled in anger, "When I get out of here, I'm gonna-"

A surge of intense pain rocketed across his body, knocking the wind out of Psycho and making him fall to his knees. He watched as sparks of red electricity surged all over his body. And with each surge, another jolt of pain came. That was about when he heard the laughter. He soon found a squat, fat clown standing next to him.

"Ha! Look at you!" said the Clown with glee, "Lying dead for two hours, you wake up, and now yer getting yer cherry popped!"

"Who... who the f*ck...?" Psycho groaned, before another surge of pain silenced him

"Just breath it in, kid! It'll be over soon!" the Clown laughed, "And when it does... you'll be Hell's brand, spankin' new general!"

The pain started to intensify, causing Psycho to scream at the top of his lungs. It felt like someone was stabbing him in the skull. He started clawing at his forehead, when he felt his finger nails rip through his flesh like butter. He rose up, and howled in agony as the red energy of hell surged through him. His skin darkened, his eyes glowing orange. His mouth full of fangs, and his clothes had morphed and melded to his body like some sort of hellish black and white suit.




Only then did the pain stop. When it did, Psycho slumped down to his hands and knees. His voice became distorted, making him sound like a snarling, tired monster.

"That's more like it!" the Clown said, and proceeded to scratch his *ss like he was trying to undo a wedgie, "Now then... let's get down to business!"

He walked around until he was in front of Psycho. Once there, he waved a hand like a king making a decree, "Arise, soldier of Hell! Your master, the great Malebolgia beckons you!"

The Clown paused, waiting for Psycho to stand up. He waited... and waited...

Annoyed, the Clown looked down at Psycho, who was too busy staring at the claws on his hands.

"Hey!" the Clown snapped, pounding a fist over the top of Psycho's skull, "Do what I say you stupid-"



"HRRAAARGHRL!!" Psycho roared, lunging at the Clown, and ripping out a huge chunk of meat from Clown's neck

Blood gushed from the opening in Clown's neck. Startled, confused, the Clown stumbled back with both hands trying to stop the bleeding. Psycho wasted little time. He swiped at the Clown's face, leaving deep gashes. Then he pounded the top of Clown's skull with his fists. Pounding over and over again until his victim's skull wash gushing with blood and brain matter

Psycho, startled at what he did, dropped the chunk of meat that came from Clown's neck. He tried to process what was going on, but decided to make a run for it instead.

Screw this! thought Psycho as he ran, I need to get out of this place!!

The Clown, not dead as Psycho thought, smiled mischievously. Enraged, the Clown growled as he got back onto his feet. Watching Psycho run off, the fat little demon started digging deep into the opening of his neck. More blood and bits of meat gushed out as he dug. And as he dug, a second row of fangs on the roof and bottom inside his mouth began separating his jaws. Tearing his cheeks apart, as well as the flesh of his face.

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Time: 8:20 a.m.

Location: Riot Tech HQ (Specimen Operating Room)


When the lab techs went in to operate on No Name's body, they were surprised to find only an empty operating table with a huge hole in it. When they went to check the security feed, they would become horrified at what they saw. After Arthur and Calypso left the room, there was a small moment of stillness in the room. Then they saw the "good" hand of No Name twitch, before clenching into a fist. The corpse rose up, letting Calypso's sword cut right through his torso. Black fluid gushed everywhere before slurping right back into his body. Then the headless torso turned to the camera, and did a little wave.

The glowing red eyes of his severed head lit up right then, and the head proceeded to chuckle right before the camera feed fell to static.