Hades Elite: Rejects Unite

The City That Never Sleeps

I went to sleep, leaving Black Eyes to do his research. He didn't bother me at all through the night. I had a terrible nightmare though. People were going crazy in some kinda mall. A group of Deathvians had broken out of their cage. I pulled out Dva Lezviya and cut through all of them. This was no normal mall through. It was the one and only "MEGA Belaya Dacha." I never knew that there was a Deathvian tourist sight. As I kept cutting all of them in half, I managed to find the source. There was a cage with a massive broken window. A window, where Alko was standing in front of. I was ready to face him this time. He ran up to me with his spear. I ran up to him with my sword. Our blades collided and my dream ended. 

I got up out of my bed real quick. I thought everything in my dream was real. Apparently, it felt more like a memory. I took a nice long shower, combed my hair and got dressed. I was thinking about Black Eyes. I couldn't get him out of my head. Was I obsessed with him now. After our last date, he's the only thing I want. I love him more than anything or anyone else in the world. I knew he probably felt the same about me. Everyone else in the Hades Elite thought of Black Eyes as being unpredictable. I thought of as, predictable. I could read his mind almost. It's like I knew him like the back of my hand, but not the others. There was knocking at my bedroom door. Sure enough, it was him. "Army, you won't believe what I found." I opened up the door and saw him in yesterday's clothes (the pink jacket.) "Did you get any sleep?" I asked. "Nope." he responded.

I followed him into his room. There was a computer and some papers in a printer. It was quite the printer, being hooked up to the computer looked very cool. He pulled out a few papers off the top of the printer and asked, "Remember how the Terror Twins came out of an asylum in Oklahoma? Samuel helped me hack into their system and I printed some copies of their police and doctor report." I thought this was very impressive. "Illegal documents?" i asked. "Last night," he responded, "You called me vigilant. That's what we vigilantes do for fun."

I looked at the report. It must have taken awhile to find them. They had set of a few bombs in the country. All in all, they killed about two hundred people in their lives. Why didn't they go to death row? Probably because the government wanted to cure them for one reason. To prove they could. It totally backfired on them. The psychopaths broke out of the asylum and here we are now. These people were born with psychopathy. On a scale of one through ten on the insane scale, these guys had just won themselves an eleven. 

Jackpot and Samuel ran into the room then. "Guys," said Samuel, "Our rivals are in New York!!!" Now it all made sense. Then, Samuel ran back to his computer now. Everyone woke up from him yelling and were out of their rooms. We disappeared and were back in New York. The place was on fire. People and cars were going crazy. All heck had broke loose. Black Eyes pushed on his earpiece and said, "Samuel, how long have our "rivals" been her for?" He responded, "Two minutes maybe." Now Black Eyes was scared. The amount of damage they could cause in two minutes. "Alright, here's the plan," he yelled. "Save as many people as possible and if you see our "friends," take em out!"

As he said that, the great hawk had swooped down and grabbed Black Eyes. As he was going into the air, I noticed a huge black fire come from the bird. Kill-Zone fell down to the ground. Black Eyes was still in the air and fired shadowy lasers at the Deathvian. We all knew what our leader had to do. He had to end the assassin who found a contract, placed on his life. 

I ran over to find anyone who needed help. Everyone else split up into separate groups, except for Shatter and Everest. We noticed Big Red smashing through buildings with ease. It looked like the end of the world had happened in the city. Not to mention there was also buildings spraying gasoline everywhere. I saw a man with long hair and tons of knives next to a pipe on the street, shooting out gas very quickly. It was Mr. Machete. I ran over to him. He pointed the pipe at me. I flew up and set the gasoline on fire with the fire from my legs.