NationStates Jolt Archive

A white square stood alone, burning into the night air.

Tonight, at 7:00, we bring you the untold mystery behind the slivers. Who are these beings? What do they seek? And what is the source of their amazing powers?

A flame lit up against the glow of the screen, and was quickly silenced by a protecting hand. Soon after, acrid smoke drifted lazily towards the ceiling, aided by a few dispirited puffs.

“Well, well, I seen ‘em. They got them big black eyes, nothin’ in ‘em. En I swears, I swear they can tell what you’re thinking, just by looking at you

Puff, puff

“The Catholic Church has yet to take a stance on these so called slivers. Why should we? If God placed them on this place, He must have a plan for them.

Puff, puff

This just in…a sliver is holding several hostages, after unsuccessfully attempting to rob a convenience store. The police havesurrounded the building, but there are no signs of a quick surrender.

The screen lit up brightly as a car exploded, illuminating the face of a young woman, if only for 1/2 a second.

The body count is rising…four dead, 13 wounded…

Puff, puff

Jack Carnalgie, our leading scientist at Baalthazars landing is here to explain what happened. Jack?

The butt of a cigarette dropped into an ash tray, it’s dying embers dancing in the dark.

Well, y’see Tom, the slivers are as different from each other as thumbprints. This one seems to draw his energy from the air,

A second match was lit, forging another bond between face and light.

and compacts it, resulting in a highly explosive action. What you saw there was not an actual bomb, or gun of any sort, just air rapidly expanding

Puff, puff

there are slivers that can do anything from control the elements, which we call benders, to control living beings. The latter, though rare, are the main concern. What would you say of a creature that-

“could take away our-”

free will?

Puff, puff

-ooc- please, no posting characters here. Just introduce them as you go along. As I said above, slivers are human's with something screwy inside 'em. If you create a sliver, make him/her weaker than God. I mean, you can have the whole "exploding air" thing, but you can't be god-like. If you're a hunter/policemen/fanatic, make sure that you do not go out and kill off every sliver because your just that cool. It's called God-Modding, and it's not apprecieated. Other than that...have fun!

Several days earlier:

“Miss. Ana Lee, died Age 49. Unknown cause of death.”

Shuffle

“Mr. Geoff Haldensberg, died Age 17. Unknown cause of death.”

Shuffle

“Mrs. Jennifer Se-“
“Would you cut that out?”
“What?”
“Stop reading the goddamned obituaries. At least not out loud.”
The boy set down his newspaper. “What’ll you do if I don’t, tell Mommy and Daddy?” He put on a sarcastic put.
“Yeah…yeah, I think I’ll tell them about your little ‘stash’ under the bed frame.”
His pseudo-pout instantly changed to one of anger, his face clouding with rage. “You wouldn’t!”
“Wouldn’t I?” She grinned wolfishly.
He slammed his hands down on the table. “If you…if you tell them, I’ll tell them about the Petunias!”
His sister whirled on him. “You little fucker…you swore you wouldn’t tell anyone.”
“Yeah, I swore all right. Well, if I told them, they’d have the SDPD on your ass right away!”
Her eyes bore into him. “You would sell out your own sister to the Sliver Detainers? God, Mom and Dad wouldn’t even believe you if you did tell them.”
His eyes narrowed. “What do you mean? How would you explain the bush just bursting into flames?”
“…”
“That’s what I thought.”
Sister smiled. “I’d tell them I’ve been smoking.”
Brother frowned. It became increasingly common these days. “You…you don’t smoke though!”
She walked over to the refrigerator and searched around the top. Grabbing her hidden prize, she eased the dusty box down like it was a chest of gold. “I jipped these off of Dad…”
Putting one of the aged cigarettes in her mouth, she lit a match, watching the flames dance and turn.

Puff, puff

-ooc btw, I will be making the newscasts...if you kill someone, I will make a report of it several posts later, to reflect whether you hid the body, or left it out in the open. Just in case you do kill someone. Or for that matter, anything newsworthy.

"What I don't understand, Senator Grumman, is why these people should hide?” The Speaker gave a wolfish grin, and moved in for the kill. “After all, if they have nothing to hide, than why would they fear a law designed for protecting both Sliver and…Human?”

Grumman coughed, took a glass of water, and sighed. “Mr. Johnson, have you studied the documentaries of Old Gaea?”

The wolfish grin changed into a demurely happy one. “Why, of course Senator. That is, after all, the curriculum for today’s education, correct?” His audience laughed weakly.

“Well than, you must know of the Second Great War, correct?”

Johnson hesitated. “Yes?”

Grumman looked down at his papers, feigning lack of knowledge. “Well than, Mr. Johnson, please refresh all of our memories. Wasn’t Asia one of the United States enemies?”

“…I don’t see how this-“

“Please, answer the question, Johnson.”

“Yes, they were.”

“Well than, could you please tell us what happened to Americans of Asian descent?”

“Th…they were prosecuted, and put into internment camps.”

“Did they actually do anything wrong?”

“No, they did not. But the slivers-”

Grumman smiled. It was his turn to move in for the kill. “Wrong, Mr. Johnson. About one percent of these Asian-American’s committed treason, one of the highest crimes punishable in America. Would you say the government was justified in infringing upon the rights of the other, loyal ninety-nine percent? These Slivers have not made any violent moves against us. We have had isolated incidents of murders occurring by Slivers, but the murder rate is still less than a tenth of what our regular citizens do. Tell me how this is any different?”

“Well I-“

“Before you answer, I want to show you something. Miss, please roll the slide.” A beam of light played against the wall, showing a small girl, about the age of five. “This girl can bend water to her will. Would you have her imprisoned, along with men and women three to four times her age?” The slide advanced, showing a teenager, stony-faced. “He can communicate with animals. Is he a murderer?”

Johnson looked up at the slides. “I’m sorry; how old did you say they were? They looked young, perhaps toddler and teenager, correct? And they have these powers?”

Grumman blinked. “Correct Johnson, make your point.”

“The age to buy a firearm is stet at thirty right now…yet these children each have themselves more power than that same gun.” The members of the senate started murmuring among themselves. “So, we are to assume that these individuals, young as they are, can control there emotions?” The murmuring rose to shouts. “How many toddlers have you seen who can stop crying on demand? How many, Senator Grumman?! How many must die before you see what is happening?!”


“This is Ron Harding here, for all your parliamentary news.”
“Alright Ron, what’ve you got for us here.”
“Well Jack, the hot-button topic of Sliver detainment has produced a bill, going into effect as of Monday. The bill was passed in an almost unanimous voting, the first in twenty years.”
“And what’s it say?”
“Oh, sorry, thought I told you."
Laugh. "Nope, it's OK."
"A'ight, cooly cool. Anyways, the Nadias Sliver Detainment Act has been reinstated, funding the special task force, the Sliver Detainment Para-Military Department. The SDPD will root out where the Slivers hide, and place them inside detention camps, for the safety of both Sliver and Human.”
“Jeez, how’s this affecting the tax-payers?”

-ooc- still open to people. By the way, only post if you're OK with cursing. These are people (the characters) who are comfortable with cursing, and therefore will curse alot.-ooc-

Present day-

The white square burned into the darkness.

A flare of light briefly illuminates two faces, eagerly staring at the television. The flare slowly dies down into embers, offset by the screen.

This is Nadias Broadcasting Corporation, with your up-to-date information on the most controversial topics. What've you got for us, Tom?

"Hey guys, let's go. We gotta do it 'fore 3, or the SadPads'll get us."

"One sec, John, you gotta see this."

Tonight we take you into the high-tech world of the SDPD, following one of there raids on a sliver hideout.

The room is filled with the chattering of gun fire and wood splintering. Briefly, a scream rings out, as a mother tries to shield her son. But that too is drowned out by gunfire. On the screen, the face of a boy, perhaps a local high-schooler, is bawling as the armed men beat him to the floor with there guns. Before he can rise up, one of the men shoves a thin rod into his chest, and the sound of screaming is mingled with the sight of charred flesh.

"Alright, I've seen enough."

The television turns off, shrouding the room once more in darkness, save the lonely cigarrette.

"Hey, Katie, you're gonna get killed by those things, you know."

A door opens, letting moonlight filter across a young woman's face, marred only by lack of sleep. "Yeah, well...I'm thinking the SadPads'll kill me first."

A harsh chuckle echoes through the night, indicating a fourth person. "Right, that they will. Let's go hunt us some beasts, shall we dearies? After all, the SDPD needs to know that when you fuck with slivers, they fuck back."

/ooc
A'ight...as a fellow Baali, I shall try it too. You gotta tell me these things, man! I'm making a sliver hunter....I assume positions are still open?
/ooc

A white car pulled up to the driveway of the sterile neighborhood.

As the engine was shut off, the door opened, and a brown tennis-shoe stepped out, connected to the leg of a man no more than 17 or 18. Reaching into the backseat of his car, he grabbed a backpack, and flung it onto his back before trecking up to the door and ringing the bell.

A pleasent looking woman answered the door. "Oh, Jodie! What a pleasent surprise! Sarah's upstairs, you can leave your pack at the door if you want."

Jodie removed his shoes, but opted to keep his backpack. "Thanks Mrs. Hancock, but Sarah and I need to work on some homework. I think I'll keep it."

Jodie rushed upstairs, pausing to listen to the light pop music emenating from Sarah's room. Pausing to ensure that Sarah's mom was still downstairs, he carefully set down his backpack, unzipped it, and brought out a small case locked tightly shut.

Keying in the combination, Jodie opened the case and removed a long cylindrical device and a pistol. making very little noise, he screwed the silencer in and pulled a magazine out and loaded it.

He re-locked the case, put it into his pack, threw the pack back onto his back, and opened the door. Sarah turned around and smiled when she saw him, until she saw the gun.

With little more than a snickt, jodie fired a round into Sarah's chest, and grabbed her body to keep it from thumping audibly to the ground. He than pulled out a list labeled muties, and crossed off Sarah's name, the first of many.

As he eased himself out of the window, Jodie looked back and lovingly touched Sarah's hair...before jumping off the roof onto his car.

As he left, Jodie swore he could thear the shrill scream of the demon's mother seeing Sarah lying on the floor, among a flood of music and blood.

Glancing at the passenger seat, where his list was, Jodie smiled. The abominations will have to cleansed from this earth, one at a time.

-ooc- fuck man, you're bloody sadistic. OK, time for a news update. -ooc-

Channel 12 News, 8:00
woody, what've you got for us here?

Well John, there's been a rash of murders, all over Middleton Valley, but there seems to be no pattern. We've received word from the police of a body count close to thirty, but it seems completely random. Some of them are young, some are old, we've got from every ethnicity and religion...the only reason we know they're linked, is because all of them suffered the same wound; a single pistol shot to the chest.

Jeez, sounds like some military nut.

Don't think so, John. The Crime Scene Investigators have matched the bullet to an M-97, a common household item these days, due to the slivers. The M-97 is a relatively lower powered gun, and a man with military background would have no trouble finding something smaller, quieter, and deadlier to use.

Lovely. Maybe a teen with angst problems? A'ight, we'll be back after this commercial break.

-ooc- lessee, what'd that cooking guy say? Bloody hell, let's kick it up a notch, shall we?

snickt

The slug buried itself deep inside of the womans heart, while pushing her back into the couch.

As she gasped for air, Jodie sat down besides her and pulled out his list.

Crossing off her name, melissa, Jodie looked into her face.

"Damn..." He leaned over and nibbled on her earlobe. "Baby, if you weren't a mutie, I'd take you here and now."

Laughing, he began to un-screw the silencer, preparing himself for the next demon to be purged.

A small noise behind him alerted Jodie that he was being watched.

“Mommy?” A small girl approached the body of her dead mother, rubbing sleep out of her eyes. “Mommy, wake up!” She looked up at Jodie “What’s wrong with Mommy? Who are you?”

Jodie blanched. Though he knew what he did was God’s work, he had never put a face to his acts of violence. “Erm…your Mommy’s sleeping. She uh,…she did some bad things, and is with God now.”

The child approached her dead mother, and carefully lay a pristine hand on her chest. “Mommy said not to play with fire.”

Jodie recoiled. “huh?”

The girl closed her eyes, tears seeping through the tightly closed lids. “M-mommy told me to, to not play with fire.”

Opening her eyes, she stared directly at Jodie. She no longer had tears in her eyes. Anger lay there.

Her voice deepened with a feral intensity, repeating herself. “Mommy told me not to play with fire.” She raised her hand, pointing it at Jodie. “Mommy's dead now.”

Time slowed to a crawl, and Jodie noticed a small crayon drawing, with three crudely drawn figures. One was labeled daddy. One was labeled momy. And the last was labeled melissa. He had killed the wrong person.

Jodie reached down to his boot, where he secreted a knife. A wave of heat crinkled his skin, and immense pain lanced through Jodie as he was launched through the house, and out the door.

He scrambled to his feet and rushed to his pick-up, where he had a small arsenal, in the unlikely event the Slivers fought back.

Once again, a wave of heat passed over him, and he was launched towards the other side of the street, franticly trying to put out the fire on his body. An explosion told Jodie his car had just been struck by Melissa, and pieces of shrapnel lodged themselves in his body.

Through the smoke and flames stepped a small girl. Whereever her feet touched, flames sprang up. Throwing her hands towards him, flames burst through the air, alighting on Jodie, eliciting screams of pain. “Why did you kill her? What did we do?” She stepped ever closer, the smell of human flesh filling the air.

Jodie screamed and lashed out, as hard as he could, his hand connecting with something. Melissa tripped, sending waves of flame into the street. Ignoring his blinding pain, Jodie pulled out his knife, the handle almost entirely melted, leapt upon Melissa, and plunged it into her chest. Blood splattered his face as Melissa coughed violently, and than it was over.

Hearing sirens in the distance, Jodie stood up, cringing, and limped towards the house.

-ooc Oooh, that was intense. BTW, this RP is still open to anyone who wants to join.

Daemon Hunter Lucius pored 2 clips of bullets into the abomination he had chased into the alley. Crossing himself with a rosary, the hunter walked out of the alley. Earlier incidents of false killings by hunters did not disturb the knight, his targets where always obvious. Placing his Magnum next to his rosary in the pocket of his leather coat, he began the long walk back to the Hilton. 1 less demon to haunt mankind.
ooc:
That last post was AWESOME

Thursday, March 14th...that what the papers said. On the front cover was the story that shocked the world, Silvers Among Us, the headline read and people seemed to take a rather large intrest in this.

"So...Slivers huh, thats what the call us."

A passerby remarked to himself as he read the headline from a newpaper in a bin. He proceded into the store the papers were infront of. He went toward the soda freezer and pulled out a coke then walked over to the cashier.

"Just this."

"Alright, man, $1.75 sir."

"Here's 2 bucks, I dont need the quarter...say did you here about the slivers?"

"Yeah, crazy lot of folk I say. This nation should gather them all up and shoot them on sight. They aint normal, ya'know? Freaks man...fucken freaks"

"...Not normal huh...hmm well yeah I would say that, but freaks is were I would draw the line."

The man took a sip of his coke and proceded to talk with the cashier, it was a slow day and in a small town so the cashier didn`t seem to bother wondering what he was still doin there.

"Now see the way I see it is that the Silvers are just a higher race then humans."

"Naa man, that cant be true. Slivers may be powerful but we own the entire planet. All we gotta do is fucken shoot them man, just shoot them all. Hell I got a shotgun right here if one of those bastards try to get at me."

"Really, shoot them all...well shoot away."

The man jumped onto the counter and grabed the face of the cashier, his hand wrapped around the entire face and the cashier was struggling to gain at least one gasp of air.
The man began to talk again.

"See...man...Im a sliver, and I dont like the way you were talkin' bout us, so you know. The names Naki...but you wont need to really care sense you`ll be dead soon."

Naki's left arm began to punch the cashier rapidly in the gut then he dropped him. The cashier reached for somthing under the counter and Naki let him go for it. Naki watched the man pull out a shotgun and fire strait at him...the pellets flew slow motion it seemed toward Naki then suddenly hit the wall behind him. Naki was gone, vanished into nothingness. But with a puff of smoke he appeared again above the cashier and grabed the shotgun. A glow of light on the gun and Naki was gone again. The cashier stood up and realized the glow was still there on the gun where Naki had touched it. The gun began to be engulfed in this weird redish firy glow and suddenly it exploded blowing up, the cashier ran out of the store, his arm ripped off from the explosion. He was bleeding rapidly and the side of his face was ripped open as well. He began to yell but only blood spilled out of his mouth, a women passerby looked over then began to yell for a doctor and for somone to call 911. A puff of smoke again appeared, this time behind the women yelling for 911. The cashier looked and saw Naki hold a knife up ready to slit the womens throat. He tried to yell but again only blood spilled out and so he watched Naki grab the girl, place the knife to her thoat and laugh violently as the girl struggled with her legs kicking. Suddenly with one pull of the arm Naki slit the throat of the girl, blood sprayed out and the girl watched as her life spilled onto the streets and her legs kicked out once more then fell. The Cashier had by this time fell to the ground and begun to die himself and he cried one tear for the girl then closed his eyes to die.

Naki laughed and begin to walk away as several police cars drove up to him.

"STOP RIGHT THERE, DROP THE WEAPON."

"Alright, suppose you got me. I did it, im the murderer....but they aint gunna be the only people I kill today."

Naki faded away in a poof of smoke and he appeared behind the policeman standing, gun out, behind his car door. Naki jammed the knife into the policman's back then turned around, the policman infront of him, as the others began to shoot. The policman Naki held was hit by several bullets from his fellow officers and he slid down slowly, dead. Behind the cop Naki had once again dissapeared. The cops searched around with there eyes and saw nothing. The held there guns out and waited as suddenly one by one their cars flamed up in the same reddish type of flame that took over the shotgun in the store. The cars blew up and the cops were flung back.

The scene was grusome, near the body of the cashiere a cop lay, his guts sprawled on the ground. He was still alive and stuggling to pull his guts in but his breath drew short and he died with his handed inside his own body. A few cops lay burning, already dead, but a few were alive and twisting on the ground depratly trying to be clear of the flames which was pointless due to the fact they were also bleeding a high amount of blood. Naki let out a laugh again and stuck his knife into the body of a living cop, the cop twisted grusomly, he gurgled out blood and reached for his chest where the knife lay. He realized his arm was removed from the car explosion and so we began to kick out words between spats of blood.

"You...fucken...peice......of....shit." His words began to be more silent and then the cop died.

Naki devilishly smiled and poof, he was gone.

OOC: I dont know if you ment that these things had like mutant powers or what-not...but im goin with what I have...

The Horde has found it's own purpose for Slivers...

Drums were pounding beneath the church. Dark, hooded figures were making signs with their hands and chanting. Before them a blue pool of water connected to the ocean lapped aginst the tiled floor. The drums were pounded faster, as the incantations began louder. The water began to tremble, but whether it was from the drums or perhaps something darker was unknown.

Soon the cultists began screaming their prayers, their motioning becoming evermore violent. A bound figure was lead by 2 other hooded men, until it's toes were at the waters edge. It had a gold and un-earthly purple colored bag over it's head, and it's arms were handcuffed. It stood motionless, awaiting further instructions.

"Father Dagon, Mother Hydra, and Grandfather Cthulhu, take this sacrifice in the hopes that your will shall be spread upon the earth...forever and ever." The water began to tremble once more, and some sort of beast was just below the surface. It was an unnatural pink, and thrashed about, making identification impossible. "Deep One, servent of the Undersea Gods, hasten your travels and spread our sacrifice among our Gods."

It was then that this unknown beast began to spoeak in a wet, phlem-filled voice. It's hidden beak snapped inbetween words, trying it's best to articulate it's masters will. "Gr-and father h-as gift. You h-ave serv-ed us well, a-nd for that you sh-all be bles-sed" Unflinching one of the hooded figures moved towards the sacrifice. He pulled out a knife and carved the symbol of Dagon into it's back, oblivious to it's screaming. This being done, it cast the figure into the pool. Tentacles wrapped the bound figure up, and dissapeared into the sea.

Days later the Preist was praying near the pool, when a map in a bottle was spat out of the water. The Preist quickly un-corked it, pulling out the paper into the light. It showed three locations, marked in x's of human blood, where oil, gold, and dimonds could be found. After uttering a prayer to his Tribunal of Gods, he ran upstairs to his cult. They wanted more gifts, and that would require more Slivers...

Naki walked down the higway, he held in his hand a sword he stole from the small town he had just attacked. He was trying to get someone to stop but no-one would. He saw down the street a semi truck slowing to a stop for him. He got up and into the truck.

"Thanks man, where ya goin?"

"No where special, I got a delievery of some random crap for these idiotic stores. I'm kinda lost but oh well."

"Right I here ya, well just drop me off at the next town."

"Wells thats comin up, hey wait, I know where im goin now. Thats my exit. Sorry man, gotta get out the next towns like a few miles away. You can walk man."

"Naa I dont think I will, you know what, FUCK YOU MAN."

Naki grabbed the man and stuck the stolen sword into him. The trucker stopped the truck and Naki turned it off. He then opened the driver door and kicked the trucker out onto the ground. The Trucker spit blood out, he couldn`t move like he was paralyzed or somthing. Naki pulled the sword out and cleaned it with a peice of cloth he ripped off of the truckers shirt. He then pulled out a knife and stuck it into the truckers throat. He got into the truck and drove off leaving the trucker squirming on the ground despreatly trying to remove the knife from his throat as he gurggled blood out and died.

Tachi walked toward a military base. He stood infront of the 10 foot tall fence standing above him. He laughed to himself then just walked through it. A guard watched this and reached for his radio, Tachi put his hand onto the ground and it went into it, his hand came out infront of the gaurd and pulled him into the ground slamming his face to the ground and drawing blood. He did this repeatativly until the guard stopped moving. He pulled his arm back and began walking toward the building. He walked through the building's walls without being noticed again. He ended up in the armory and began gathering guns. He strapped a row of M4A1 Rifles on his shoulders. He turned around and began to walk out the doors when two guards opened the doors, guns up. He smiled and melted into the ground, the M4's rested on the ground where Tachi melted into the ground. He came back up behind the guards and reached into them, he twisted his hand and the guards shook a bit then bled from the mouth and died. He grabed the guns on the ground and left the room. An alarm begin to ring and he knew his militia had begun the distraction. He ran off out of the armory and ended up at the front gates. He stole a truck by killing the driver, he drove into the gates and broke them down, leaving the base behind him. He curved the truck and a team of six or seven men got into the back, they grabbed the guns laying in the back and began loading them with ammo they had stole. One of the guys in the back laughed and instead of shooting at the pursuing guards he pulled out a taser. He shot the taser up and grabbed the electricity, he threw the bolt into the driver of the purusing car killing him instantly. The car swerved off and exploded after hitting a rock and flipping three times.

"Good job, alright lets get the fuck out of here."

OOC: I was wondering if someone could RP the electrical guy, also I wanted other people to join the militia, slivers and such."

Ok well screw this thread...im gunna make a new one and call them mutants...mutants are cooler, sorry. But ya so then it has a more attrative name so people will join more. Alright so yeah.

-ooc Right, well...it wasn't going the way I expected it, anyways. Too many people are being slivers that are god-like. They aren't supposed to have a handle on there powers. Remember, these people are just realizing that they have these abilities, and are probably just as freaked as the rest of the populace. The rest of you can post, but I'm outa here.

Terrence knocked on the white-washed door, which was promptly opened by Christian.

"Oh, hey Terry," she greeted her boyfriend, "What're ya doin' here?"

She was smiling, but Terrance was most certainly not, "Christian," he said, "I've gotta go somewhere, I just didn't want you to worry."

Christian, who knew well that when someone tells you not to worry is when you should be most worried, sighed. "So where are ya goin'?"

"I can't say right now," Terrence explained, "Someone's after me, and I gotta go away for a while."

"Oh, stop acting all heroic," moaned Christian, "you talk like I'm an innocent three-year-old."

"Please," said Terrence, "just--if you meet some young man named Jodie, don't tell him anything about me. Pretend ya' never met me."

"What? Why, who's Jodie?"

Terrence was already walking away.
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Terrence drove down the highway in his parents' old Volvo. A police car suddenly appeared behind him, roof-lights flashing. Ah, crap, thought Terrence, I wonder how good a license I could make up? The fourteen-year-old boy pulled neatly over to the side of the road. As the police car stoped behind him and a fat, female, caucasian officer came out, Terrence tried to remember what his father's driver's licence looked like.

He made a very similar one appear in his hand, but with information to suit him instead of his dad. It was not real of course, but it looked realistic enough and hopefully the officer would not try to take it.

Five minutes later, the officer left Terrence alone, and both went their separate ways. She had believed in Terrence's forgery, and the boy-the sliver-had been allowed to go on. Terrence dissapated the hallucinated license and proceeded out-of-town.

-ooc Right, well...it wasn't going the way I expected it, anyways. Too many people are being slivers that are god-like. They aren't supposed to have a handle on there powers. Remember, these people are just realizing that they have these abilities, and are probably just as freaked as the rest of the populace. The rest of you can post, but I'm outa here.

OOC: Sorry about your RP and all, its just the fun is in controlling the powers. If you cant controle them then you dont know how to RP them. If you want you can join the Mutants Among Us Thread I started cause I really liked your RPing style. Plus I need people in this thread anyway.

Daemon Hunter Lucius observed the poor corpses of the damned alien's victims. Silently blessing the body of the girls killed by the vile creature, the hunter loaded a clip of silver bulets into his Magnum. The videotape from the police had given the holy soldier a good view of his target. He shall Pay... thought Lucius, walking out of the store....

Grabbing his cell phone, Lucius dialed the number 777-777-7777
"Yes my child?", answered the voice
"Bless me Father for I have sinned"
"Go on my son, what shall we do?"
"Our suspicions have been confirmed. These beings are enemies of Mankind. A Holy War must be waged."
"My child, this is an extreme solutuion!"
"No solution is to extreme, Your Excellency"
"Continue with your mission my son... I must consult Rome before anything else is done..."
"Yes, Your Excellency. I shall follow the trail of bloodshed left by this foul creature..."
"God be with you child."
"And with you, Archbishiop."
Lucius closed to phone, got into his Aston Martin, and began the hunt anew...

As a dense mist settled over the plains, as a shape rose from the ground.
What's that? Sargeant Rong thought. Is that a sliver?
Couldn't be. Another voice joined his. Walk into the mist.
Sargeant Rong went in without a thought.

Driving down the highway, Lucius spotted a man standing in the middle of mist. stopping his Aston Martin, Lucius drew his Magnum, crossed himself, and began praying the Nicene Creed in Latin. When he was close to the man, Lucius spoke
"Brother in Christ! What is wrong? Speak to me, my friend!"
The man just stared into the mist.
"Speak my friend! Have the foul demons infested you as well?"
Again, he stared silently into the mist.
"My friend, if you do not speak then I shall purify you with my Holy Magnum!"
cont's by Pueri

"Kill me" the thing replied, before going into a spasm.
"Why do you suffer as such?" asked Lucius. "WHY!?!?!"
The thing exploded, riddling Lucius's left leg with bone shrapnel.
Free. A voice said in Lucius's head. Free.

Collapsing to the ground, Lucius cried out as the voice spoke in his mind.
"Depart from me, Vile creature!", he exclaimed
I am no demon, and I am not in you
"LIAR! You are a spawn of the father of lies, you speak nothing that is holy! Our father whom art in.."
heaven. Hollowed be thy name
"CURSE YOU! Depart from me NOW creature!"
How do you hear my thoughts, angry one?
"Vile demon! I shall tolerate your presence no longer!"
grabbing a bottle of Holy Water from his belt, Lucius tossed it into the mist. Shattering, the mist began to fade
OWOWOWOW! You made your point! But.. I am Catholic... Why am I injured by sacred water?
"AGAIN YOU LIE!!!"Lucius pulled out his magnum and drained a clip into the mist
missed You have terrible aim..
"DO NOT FLEE FROM ME COWARD!!!" screamed Lucius, as the mist faded away...

Lucius crossed himself again, shaking his head. Dangerous beast like that one justified his acions. Lucius examined his leg, the torn muscle tissue seeped blood onto the ground. Shaking his head, Lucius began the long walk back to his Aston Martin, pouring Holy Water onto the wound. I must go to the archbishop...

Why do they hate me??? Why do they call me a daemon? I must see the Archbishop.
The mist was allowed in with out a thought.
When the mist was in the chapel, it became a man. He was about 3'2", and incredibly overweight.
"Greetings, Your Excellency. I was attacked by a strange man after I took care of a pagan. He threw Holy Water on me and it hurt like Hell itself was being unleashed upon me. Why, Your Excellency, why?"
"My son, you are a Sliver. Your powers are unknown even to science, but it seems you are related to daemons in some way. That would explain the Holy
Water. As for the man, you should recognize him. He is your Minister, Lucius."
At that moment Lucius walks in the door...

"VILE DEMON! DEPART FROM THIS HOLY GROUND!" screamed Lucius, pouring fire into the Mist. The strange steam stopped the bullets, and from behind them stepped the Archbishop.
"Y-YY-Your Excellency?!?!?!"
"You fool! Your hot head nearly killed me! This being was ministering to a Pagan, conforting the sinner, when you where fool enough to interfere! These Slivers are NOT part of a demonic invasion, KNEEL AND PRAY BEFORE THE SYMBOL OF OUR LORD!!!" exclaimed the bishop, raising his staff towards the Crucifix mounted above the altar.
"Yes your excellency..."
"Now, my child Sliver. Your actions in trying to convert the poor pagan are admirable, yet the truth behind your powers eludes me. Feel free to stay here."

"Now, my son, there is something you must do. Lucius has informed me on how you converted the pagan. We think that you will be useful in the continuous war against Hell. We need you to go there and kill the Daemonic General Balor. By doing this, you will have freed man from an undeniable evil. Do you accept?"
"Yes, Your Excellency."

[later that night]
[knock on the door]
"Come in, come in. What do you want?"
"Hello. I am "R", the weapons development specialist for Sol Giuldor. I have come to give you some advice on how you will be able to complete your task. First of all, there is the Shotgun of the Savior. 12-gauge, fully automatic, with your choice of 8 round clip, 20 round drum, or 40 round drum. It also is a recoilless weapon, so the barrel won't kick as much. Next is the Holy Hand Grenade. It can be programmed either to explode, implode, or meltdown, depending on what you use it on. Last of all, there is the Lance of our Lord. Dipped in Holy Water with a Smite Daemon spell on it, this weapon should be used as a last resort. However, it will kill any daemon you hit with it."

"My son, you must depart now. However, be warned: once you kill Balor, the whole Daemon horde will be focused on destroying you. Go now with my blessing."
"Yes, Excellency. I will return if able."

With that, he took the shotgun, ratcheted a shell in place, and left.

As he passed through the portal to Hell, he checked his magazine. There were only 18 shells in it. Damn, I'm screwed he thought. As Hell came closer, he holstered the shotgun and transformed himself back into mist....

Hell
Level 1


As he rounded the first corner, he came across a curious thing. It was an encampment of holy soldiers, trapped in Hell until death. He slipped past them as a mist, hoping none of them would notice. Lady Luck hated him that day.
"DAEMON!!!!!!"
As shots went all around him, he decided to change back into a human shape so as they would know that he was NOT a daemon.
"Hold your fire! I am HUMAN! If you don't believe me, come closer and see for yourself!"
As they approached him cautiously, as if they expected him to be lying. He stood there, the said,
"I am here to kill Balor. Which level is he on?"
"He roams about. His dwelling is on Level 5."
[I]"Gracia, vir optima."[I]
As he rounded the next turn, he found a teleporter, marked with Satans Circle, a pentagram made with pentagrams for the points of the star. Crossing himself, he stepped through...