Every Villain Needs A Hero

A lot of things have happened in the recent years, especially in the city of Los Angeles, most notably the rise of supervillains, and the subsequent rise of superhero. While the US of A have allowed the heroes to do their own thing if they bother to go through bureaucracy, there are a lot of, let's say, 'debate' around their shenanigans but it has come to its peak nearing the 2020 elections. Many presidential candidates, from the big two to the independent folks, have revolve their promises around superheroes to hook people into their ideology, with various effectiveness.

However, there is one which stood out among the others proposed by none other than Gabriel Wilson: the villain parole policy, It was part of a package deal with the rest of a mass prison reformation. The main gist of it is that it allows villains to be allowed on parole under a guidance of a superhero, essentially giving the villains a chance to turn over a new lease on life.

Of course, there are oppositions and criticism of said policies, most notably of how unstable and how dangerous it could potentially be but the general public have already spoken and made their choice. Michael has been made president of America of the year 2020.

It has been two years since the policy has started and its reaching lukewarm reaction so far. While there are some successful transition from villain to hero, or at least a productive member of society, there are some...failures... that the government won't acknowledge but the public knew of. Already the opposition have been pressuring the president for a change of mind but the president is already dead set on seeing his vision of a better future come true.

A new year means a new batch of villains to be under a hero supervision. Emails and letters have been sent to the heroes residing in California who sign up for a great cause, formally instructing them to gather at the Nucatrez artificial prison island, 5 kilometres away from Rancho Palos Verdes.

Nucatrez was built recently specifically to house max sec prisoners and super villains alike, characterized by its massive cold looking concrete tower, which can be seen all the way from Long Beach.

Villains who are qualified for paroles have been gathered at the bay inside a cage, with the chains binding them altogether in one straight line, ready to be picked up by the heroes and be given a new lease on life, looked over by numerous guards stationed in guard towers.

"Erm...Patrol Boat number 13, reporting in," a radio have blurted out at the warden's office, located at the top of the tower.. "There is a sight of a civilian boat. It's floating within the prison's nautical space. There's...a pale lady lounging in the boat, she doesn't appear to be armed and dangerous."

"Escort her off the vicinity but approach with caution," the warden said his commands casually. "You never know with those superpowered freaks hanging about."

"Roger."

With that report over, the warden looked over to the clock hanging above his office door. 1031, it read. If everything's on track, the heroes should be on the way here by now, via either the boat that commute between the island and the coast or...well, they're superheroes, so he would expect them to fly or swim or whatever over here at a faster rate, he's just glad that they'll take some of the freaks off his hands. Of course, Los Angeles wouldn't be your typical metropolis without the troubles it inherited from its citizens

Hoping for an uneventful day would be a very wishful thinking.

"WOSH YOUR SOULS! WOSH YOUR SINS!" cried a towering square machine as it threads along the sands of Venice Beach, rumbling loudly from such motions. The design of the chassis was rather simple, a huge rectangular box with a glass dome on top of it with tons of nozzles going out on its sides with holes in front to spout whatever shits it want to spout and two cartoonishly robotic arms flailing about its sides. Every now and then, it dispersed a wave of...pink bubbles that smells of of strawberries around its vicinity.

But that's not all it could do for its nefarious plot, as it picked up a small boy who was trying to escape its warpath. Cried and yelled for his mommy he did but that did nothing to delay the wosh tank as it split opened its own glass dome and dumped the boy inside along with the rest of the victim, where they'll be trapped in to be rinse, soaped and cycled around in an eye-stinging bubble bath.

Fortunately, there is already one hero who have answered to a call of duty.

"Yo! Stop it!" the hero said as he headlocked the culprit, threatening her with a fist. Said eight year old is a nerdy girl with big glasses and braces and she has tears flowing down her cheeks.

"Ah~! I told you already!" she said in between sobs, trying to wrestle her way out of the headlock to no avail. "Wosher is already out of my control! It has to be deactivated manually! I can tell you where if you just let go!"

"Hah! I won't fall for you super villainy tricks again!" the hero guffawed. "For I, Super Bully, will make you pay for your crime! Now, prepare for my special attack...SUPER NOOGIE!"

He screamed out his special attack as he rub his knuckles onto her head violently on her head, all while the villain was screaming out for her mommy.

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• Somewhere in the LA Subway System
  
  Jako was your regular LA street urchin, shady and with a face you would not even trust your daughter for an hour.
  It was a good evening for him, he managed to catch a couple of wallets and even a golden rolex in what was supposed to be a regular "day of work".
  He was inside one of the car of the sub waiting for some dumb turist to trick when he noticed a weird looking girl with a parasol, wearing a pink dress that went out of fashion a century and half ago, that was reading... A nursery rhymes book?
  
  A smirk formed on his face, maybe he can catch some valuable trinket to sell to some dumb goth.
  "Hey pretty lady, lost your time machine or something?"
  The girl lowered her book and revealed an unsettling smile that seemed to be ripped off from a creepy doll.
  
  "Hi! Wanna play with me?" The girl chirped keeping her creepy smile.
  "Uuuh... Well, sure sweety, I'm good at games!" Winked the thug, thinking it was some kind of innuendo. The train stopped in a dimly lit station and the girl grabbed him by the wirst.
  
  "C'mon follow me! It will be fun!" The girl dragged him giggling inside the station and inside the bathroom stalls, maybe after he's done with this dumb bi*ch he can "catch" some moola for the trouble.
  
  "Soo... What is your name lill' princess?"
  "Me? I'm a China Doll!" The girl answered with her creepy smile.
  "Uuh you don't seem chinese to me" said the thug feeling a bit nervous, that girl was giving him the shiver down his spine.
  "Silly! China Dolls are little people made of pottery that you whisper your darkest secrets in their ears... Do you wanna know what is my secret?" Chirped the girl with a smile.
  "What kind of secret is if yo-Ghaaaack!!!" He was cutted short after the creepy girl slashed him on the throath with a knife that was hidden in the shleeve of her dress.
  
  "That I'm madder than an hatter, sweety" the thug kneeled down, gasping for air while he pressed on the gushing slash.
  
  "Isn't it funny? Watching a life slipping away and coloring the world with the beautiful color red?" Said the psycho with her smile.
  "Ghak!! Hack!!!" Jacko was looking at the creepy doll with tearful eyes begging for mercy, but the girl just sighed and pouted.
  "Bored now, see you later!" The girl unsheated a blade from the parasol and cutted clean the head of the thug, ending his life.
  
  The psycho girl just skipped away humming a gentle nursery rhyme while boarding the next train.
  "This city is going to be my little big doll house. It's gonna be a load of fun!" Thought The China Doll with a smile.

edited 9th Dec '15 2:01:50 AM by Damacyn

"No defiant last words, Dr. Jones?" "I like Ike"

Nucatraz

Nothing is more dangerous than a psycho with his underwear inside out. Villain or not, these people tended to give Harvey the creeps. They defied every aspect of common sense, they could fly as freely as a bird and shit from above too, they could melt pure steel with a mystical fire coming from their hands, they could run as fast as time itself, they could create and destroy, they were living miracle machines that could kill multiple innocents in a simple accident, and some sentimental idiot decided to let those jackasses who did it on purpose go on parole? That idiot is the real villain, if he only had some superpower that every one of those schmucks had then he'd put it to good use by destroying that bastard.

Harvey arrived at Nucatraz via one of the boats that picked him and a number of other recruits up. He swore that the captain of the ship was Charon in disguise, that Greek ferryman of Hades that carried people through the rivers of the underworld. One of the newbies was tense and engaged in a prayer to the Christian God, he bade Him to have mercy on the souls on this ship and offer them His unlimited salvation to protect them from the wickedness of the demons in Nucatraz. Nobody could blame his nervousness, we were all on edge.

We heard the stories of what happened to the guards in that prison. The life of one nightwatchman was snuffed out of him when world-class assassins made their escape even under constant surveillance. Not to say that the security in this place was sloppy considering that they filled the whole room with bullets without a second to spare. The incident still left a squad of 7 guards dead with those psychopaths subdued by a super once he swooped in to save the day. Asshole, he should have ended the life of those assassins before they broke out again to successfully breakout from prison.

In the end, the heroes were just another form of villain. They held onto their morals at the expense of human lives. Harvey could never forgive these people, they were incorrigible, you could never correct them. It was as if you were dealing with a rebellious child that never listened to good advice. They flapped their capes while wearing those ridiculous outfits that made Harvey question their maturity. Although the heroes were still as human as they were, the problem lies in the fact that they caused damage whenever they went.

That's rich, Harvey. He thought to himself, Humans themselves have caused destruction whether they have superpowers or not. We're all heroes and villains in our own little way, so stop being a hypocrite and ready your goddamned gun.

You're ignoring the fact that we are human, He thought back, That if we did get superpowers we would be beating down on those who have lesser powers or those who don't have any at all. You're worse than a hypocrite, you're like those heroes who stand up for morals. All they care about is being right.

After a while he arrived in the funny farm, where he was greeted by guards who bet on how long each newbie would last in this hellhole. Damn, well he might as well be the funny farmer watching over these pigs they call villains. The gates, or the vestibule of hell on earth itself opened slowly as it contained the weight of tons of alloy specifically constructed to keep these angels of death in hell.

"Welcome to Nucatraz, recruits," A guard ranked as a sergeant said, "We call this the Inferno."

edited 10th Dec '15 5:09:04 AM by Victor_Skye

"In the grim darkness of the future, there is only war."

Some creepy guy slowly walked through an alley. He was a registered sex offender, on charges of pedophilia and rape, high-risk. It was going to happen again. There she was. So beautiful. Wearing pretty revealing clothing too. He got close, and turned her around to say something, but suddenly...

...she shimmered and broke into a million shards - it was some kind of cloaking device. A Jet Black-clad Armored... man? Looked like a man. Might have been a flat-breasted woman.

"正義を用意しています"^Translation Means "Justice is served", directly "I Served Justice"

The man found his waist split in two. "完全な実行"^Translation Means "Execution Complete", directly "Full Execution"

Akihiro grinned under his mask "良いこと私の新しいターゲットが一つの場所ですべてです。これは、隔離された病気のように、南のすべてのスカムの皮のようなものです" ^Translation "Good thing my new targets are all in one spot. It's like all the scum hide in the south, like a quarantined disease"

"このような詩的語法は私が空腹になります。私はいくつかのファーストフードを得るつもりです..." ^Translation "Such poeticism makes me hungry. I am going get some fast food..."

edited 9th Dec '15 4:56:03 AM by ThisGuy481

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edited 10th Dec '15 1:44:31 AM by Gaunt88

Nucatraz, Gates of Tartarus

The sergeant ordered them to stand at attention while an incoming rush of prisoners arrived to board the ship that they used before. It seems that they were deemed ready to be welcomed back to California.

It was midday, the unforgiving heat of the scorching sun cooked their body armor. While the guards stood waiting for orders they were just tin men with live sophont animals being silently roasted inside, suppressing their desire to unceremoniously remove their gear for the fear of reprisal from the sergeant.

The massive gates referred to as the Tartarus spread out and there came an influx of villains on parole that boarded the ships to head back to the civilization that they brought so much destruction on. Harvey thought that everybody was being too easy on them, not with the damage they caused. Understandably, the prison only dared to send the most psychologically stable first, escorted by formations of guards prepared to respond swiftly to any emergency that presented itself.

If the guards were feeling anxious, they didn't show it; their gas masks hid their faces from view. That didn't stop people from speculating that they were distressed. After all, they were tasked to safeguard unpredictable career criminals. You could chain their hands, their feet, and their body in a maximum security prison, but you couldn't control their rotten hearts. The day society cast pity on these scoundrels was the day it doomed itself. Harvey was sickened from the sight of these lawbreakers trudging along to freedom.

If monsters like these were condoned of their iniquities, then what more could be expected of the average citizen? It would send waves of panic among the common people, and they would never learn to accept such a monstrosity. Wherever they went, whether it be Nucatraz or California, these villains would always be in prison. They just moved to another cell of their own making, following the illusion of free will.

A double deception on their part, these were broken creatures living a shattered life. Harvey was moved by this thought, when one became evil and was discriminated, life would become a vivid nightmare which you could never wake up from. If you died there, you stop dreaming and some postulated that you would live an afterlife, the dream after the dream. Harvey wasn't a fan of the supernatural, so he believed that after death was nothing, nothing but the void.

30 Minutes Later

The convicts finished boarded the ship to get their free tickets to the outside world

Good luck, freakshows, Harvey thought, Though I'll be needing it more than you. Here they were, they were men of no superpower, but they are the men standing between the psychopaths and California. They are civilization's first line of defense, they are the guards of Nucatraz.

The sergeant instructed the new recruits to get themselves sorted out on their new quarters after giving them directions to it and report immediately to their new team leader who's expected to get them up to speed on the workings of the prison.

Nucatraz Corridors

The guards passed through the massive gates and they got to see the impressive layout of the prison as well as witness the insanity of the people they were supposed to keep behind bars. Nucatraz was built to withstand anything from earthquakes, tsunamis, bombs, fires, or whatever conceivable thing that you could think of. The place was genuinely state of the art, and it must have cost Uncle Sam a hefty amount of money to put this together.

Behind every door housed a criminals of the worst degree, especially those supervillains that donned on costumes and wrecked havoc on society.

Nucatraz Guard Quarters

They followed the sergeant's instructors and reached their quarters.

Every guard had a story, they had reasons for coming here. Some needed the pay to feed their growing families, some joined the guards for the thrill of it, some wanted to show it off on their resume, whatever their reason they must have been pretty desperate or crazy to come here. After all, Nucatraz was the madhouse of California. Harvey himself was a nut case, he wanted to prove that an ordinary man like him could protect the people as well as they did.

edited 10th Dec '15 5:36:11 AM by Victor_Skye

"In the grim darkness of the future, there is only war."

LA subway system

A man wearing a monk's habit was either a monk — unlikely, considering that this particular one was standing in a busy LA subway station — or a superhero.
David Damiens, AKA Dune, disliked the whole drama, but the government didn't pay him for FBI-like hush-hush. No, he was there to assure the public that the great and benevolent Federal Government of the United States was protecting them from Evil, whatever form it may take. So there he was, standing in a subway station with his protégé. Despite his misgivings about the role of superheroes in society, David was firm in his belief that the parole programme did nothing but good, both to the villains enrolled in it and to the public.
Joanne was a good example, he decided. Without the parole programme, she would have no doubt been thrown into prison, where her only role models would have been abrasive guards and downright evil villains. Instead, she was there with him, having someone to help her and doing something productive for society at large.

Reminiscing later! he reminded himself. Shaking his head, he leaned in closer to Joanne. "Alright, Shade. Just reminding you: we've got a tip that an unregistered villain known as "China Doll" is at large somewhere in the subway system. Our task today is to apprehend her with as little collateral damage as possible. Do you have any questions? Thoughts?"

The voice of thy brother's blood crieth unto me from the ground

Subway station

Standing slightly taller than her mentor, Shade stood with her arms folded across her chest, one boot tapping on the concrete floor. Her outfit was more modern than her partner, black combat pants and a stark white hooded vest. She was flanked on her other side by what could only be described as a ghost - a glowing white figure constructed out of swirling energy, humanoid and apparently female but lacking any sort of detail besides the thick, curly mane of hair that streamed out behind it. The apparition simply stood at Shade's shoulder, its faceless gaze slowly scanning around the area.

Underneath the black mask that covered her eyes and nose, her mouth twisted in a concerned frown, one hand dropping to tap at the grip of her taser. She'd been doing this for a about a month, shadowing Dune as he patrolled the city. She wasn't completely green, she insisted to herself, but she still felt a little nervous when it came to super-fights. That nervousness trickled back into the Power buzzing in the back of her head, making it a little louder, more insistent. A year ago, that buzz had been maddening. No it was routine, if maybe a little annoying still.

"Well, I'm thinking we need to make sure the station's completely evacuated. The last thing we want is a hostage situation." She replied, looking around again. "I'm also thinking we should send in a ghost to check the place out first. Do we know what powers this China Doll has?"

edited 10th Dec '15 9:42:41 PM by Gaunt88

• Subway Station
  
  From a dimly lit corridor came a young woman wearing a victorian pink dress and a large sun hat that covered her face, at a first glance she could seem like a somewhat normal girl going for a masked party, but her sickly white skin was a give away that there was something... Odd, about her.
  
  She was walking with a box full of candies and an open parasol above her, humming merrily Skip to My Lou.
  
  She stopped behind Dune and a creepy smile formed on her face.
  "Good Evening sir! Do you want some candies for your cute little daughter?" Chirped the girl.

edited 10th Dec '15 11:23:56 PM by Damacyn

"No defiant last words, Dr. Jones?" "I like Ike"

Subway station

Dune turned around, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. "You can drop the façade, China Doll. There is an Association APB calling for your apprehension," he said, crossing his arms. "Will you come quietly, or do you want to be on the receiving end of a railgun barrage?"
In his experience, it was always good to lie about his powers to potential adversaries. The less they knew, the less prepared they were.

The voice of thy brother's blood crieth unto me from the ground

"Awwwww... You guys are no fun!!" Said China Doll with a disappointed pout and closed her parasol, she hated so much people who takes everything too seriously, and to think she tought the weird clothes was a give away they were funny people!

"Do you know how much love I put in those candies??? Sigh... Now all this sweet goodness will be wasted!" she sighed again and made a "sorrowful drama queen" pose and let the box fall, spreading the "candies" on the floor.
"How careless of me... Oh well, if you don't like strawberries... I have SULFURIC ACID!!! HAHAHAHAHAH!!!" the psycho leaped back, and tried to flee away, just when the little spheres began to burst open with their corrosive payload.

"I Will never, ever let you stupid, boring and arrogant Heroes put me in a cage!! I'm a free bird and I'll play with this city as much as I want!!! C'mon, Smile! All you guys need is an healty, beautiful, SMILE!!".
Her "smile" widened and with her eyes wide open it was clear she lost her sanity a while ago.
"No need to reason with me, morons, I want to have all the fun I want and none shall stop me!" she said in her warped mind.

Little trivia! When the text is in blue just immagine her voice in a childish tone, litterally "chirping", while with the red text her voice is more mature-sounding, almost alluring.

edited 11th Dec '15 9:42:53 PM by Damacyn

"No defiant last words, Dr. Jones?" "I like Ike"

Subway Station

Someone, almost entirely invisible, spoke something in Japanese no one can understand - afterwards, in perfect english, he said "The China Doll must pay for her crimes. And your containment never works. Normal criminals may be imprisoned, those with powers must be executed. Stand back, for she is mine"

The ninja-like vigilante leaped from the shadows, going in sword drawn to fight China Doll

"Justice will be done, villains shall be brought to justice! Your porcelain ass is MINE! Your death will not be over quickly!" he said, barely avoiding the corrosion

edited 11th Dec '15 9:54:47 PM by ThisGuy481

Shade's ghost had been watching the little girl's approach, its faceless head slowly tracking her progress while Shade herself spoke. The herine had stiffened in shock as she switched her control over to the ghost for a moment and caught sight of her, stepping back in time for Dune to identify her as their target. Two more ghosts materialised beside Shade as she scrabbled to draw a weapon.

"I got it!" She said, finally drawing her taser and aiming it at the girl as her ghosts sprung into action. Two of the phantoms started to kick and sweep the "candies" to either side of the two heroes, not reacting as the acid splashed across their bodies, while a third leapt over the mess and sprinted after China Doll, trying to grab her.

As as another voice sounded from the shadows, Shade stifled a gasp and snapped her taser around towards the voice. "What the hell?"

edited 11th Dec '15 10:00:22 PM by Gaunt88

Subway station — things are getting messy

Dune assessed the situation in a glance and groaned inwardly. Exactly what he needed — not only did the villain he and Shade were chasing appear right off the bat, now a vigilante with a drama complex came to complicate the scene.
"Shade," he said quietly, "please keep China Doll contained while I deal with our friend here."
Turning to Kukaze, Dune shook his head. Sand began to gather around them; the grains were far away from each other in order to make them much less noticeable. "Stand down, vigilante," he said in a loud, clear voice. "This is no place for extrajudicial practices. Begone!"

The voice of thy brother's blood crieth unto me from the ground

"Your system never works" he says, still running

"She is too powerful. She must be executed for her crimes. I don't want to kill you... but I will enjoy hurting you VERY MUCH" he says, gripping some Kunai in his other hand

"Whatever this is, at the end of the day, China Doll will DIE"

The China Doll drawed the sword hidden in the parasol and parried the katana of the ninja. However the slash while didn't broke the blade, was strong enough to push her to a wall. The psycho smiled wickedly at the ninja "Awww this makes things fun! But sadly you have an unfair advantage over me, Tin Man!" She produced a small sphere from her shleeve and throwed it at the feet of the japanese, creating a corrosive smoke screen.

"Tin Man! Tin Man! Catch me if you Can!" She was skipping away until a ghost hit her, knocking her on the ground.
"How dare you?!? I was playing with the Tin Man!!!".
She threw an explosive candy at the ghost feets (Well, if it DOES have feets!) and by flipping a switch on her shoes a pair of blades popped out on her heels.

edited 11th Dec '15 10:48:36 PM by Damacyn

"No defiant last words, Dr. Jones?" "I like Ike"

Kukaze slipped out of the corrosive screen just before it can do any real damage to his suit, though stumbles due to the pain

"They came ill-equipped, but so did I..." he says, regaining his compisition, but not chasing, realizing the blades. Letting his other opponents trip on the weapons would at least give him an easier chase

The explosive threw the ghost backwards several meters, its structure fraying and coming apart around the legs as it hit the ground. It started to climb to its feet, moving more a lot more slowly than before, its eyeless gaze still locked on to China Doll.

"Okay." Shade replied to her mentor, nodding quickly. A mental command sent the other two ghosts she'd summoned stalking forward, approaching the villain from either side, trying to box her in. A fourth ghost shimmered into being, but Shade kept that one just in front of her as she advanced a safe distance behind her squad of phantoms.

"Give it up, China." She said, doing her best to inject some authority into her voice. She could do this. With a clear target, her ghosts became a lot easier to manage, even though the injured one was a bit of a drain to keep up... the adrenaline pounding through her system seemed to be making up for that, though. "You're surrounded!"

Subway station — Mêlée à Trois

"Very well, vigilante." Dune snapped his fingers, accelerating one of the grains of sand to a couple times the speed of sound — aimed toward Kukaze will be, assuming he won't suddenly change his course. More sand appeared; while still not visible, an observant person could smell it.

The voice of thy brother's blood crieth unto me from the ground

Kukaze stood there, unaware of the sand forming behind him, enjoying the show

"I do not care which one loses - what matters is one of my targets will be out."

edited 12th Dec '15 1:41:21 AM by ThisGuy481

By undoing some laces, China Doll's skirt noticeably shortened, reaching just above her knees and giving her a better freedom of movements.

"Oh dear... It's indecent for a proper young lady like me to show so much skin... But things are getting... Hotter here!". Said the psyco with a wink.
With a move of break dance (something like this one.◊) she began to slash the ghosts with her "blade heels", aiming mainly for the throats.

edited 12th Dec '15 1:47:50 AM by Damacyn

"No defiant last words, Dr. Jones?" "I like Ike"

Nucatraz Guard Quarters - Friends in Hell

The recruits scurried up and down the quarters, unpacking their valuables swiftly to assemble in the Nucatraz Operations Room to avoid the censure of their superior. All of the candidates had an air of discipline and professionalism to them; they performed their duties in a superior manner in a constant basis. Nucatraz picked the most qualified individuals that could handle the unforgiving shithole this place was.

Even with all these measures, there were still glaring weaknesses. The guards always complained about their pay and their safety. Nobody could blame them, because they were sticking their neck out for the people while their throats could be slit by a multiple murderer or an almighty idiot. The containment systems for the villains weren't always 100% secure, since the government had to cut costs due to the general shitty condition of the economy. As grim as this reality is, each and every one of the guards came here for a reason and they were as batshit insane as the inmates. In one way or another each man voluntarily signed themselves on for Nucatraz.

Harvey placed his duffel bag on his bunk, and by pure chance alone bumped into another guard with the nametag 'Henri Jeter'.

"Sorry," Harvey was the first to speak, he may be cynical but he is outwardly polite.

"That's all right," Henri replied curtly and brushed past by to select a bunk.

"Hey," Harvey called out to him before he could vanish from out of sight.

"What?" Henri turned to face Harvey.

"Let's talk sometime," Harvey said, he needed to form a clique of his own if he was to survive in this prison, "After all, no man is an island."

"Sure, I know what's on your mind."

The rest of the guards were doing the same thing. It was wise to work in a group with somebody watching your back.

Nucatraz Operations Room - Everybody is a Prisoner in Nucatraz

The recruits finished arranging their baggage in their new quarters and assembled in the Operations Room where they confronted their squad leader, a middle-aged man with a badass mustache, his nametag read as 'John Ciardi'. Every guard in Nucatraz was assigned to a squad so that they would be able to delegate certain tasks to particular squads. This would also give them the advantage of mingling with their peers to build trust among themselves.

Harvey observed John Ciardi, letting his natural social instincts take over while shooting wild ass guesses and praying one theory worked. His back was bent, a sign of sloppiness for well-trained professionals, but it could also indicate a lack of confidence. His face was unkempt, dirt stuck to his face like glue. He seemed like a man with a broken past, it was probably because of the prison. He had a large gash on the side of his face as if he wrestled with a savage beast with sharp claws. His mood was sober but gloomy. He walked with a slow, steady gait as if he was contemplating the very existence of humanity itself. The man was melancholic and philosophical. Finally he stopped and faced his new squad.

John Ciardi began with a simple speech based on his early experiences.

"Nucatraz doesn't care where you came from or if your daddy went golfing with the President once. There is one thing that Nucatraz cares about, it cares about you dead, it wants to kill you. This is a fact. Many guards have died in the line of duty and the only compensation that they got from their sacrifice is a botched paycheck. Just three months ago one of my old friends had his guts torn apart by a mad serial killer. Just three weeks ago I witnessed a riot break out that left 10 dead with my best friend lying on the floor like a broken rag doll. Just three days ago, three guards were cornered by one of the prison's most dangerous villains and they killed themselves so they could be spared from the horror of this madman. Nucatraz will break you. Nucatraz will kill you. Nucatraz is not a prison for the prisoners but for the guards as well. Ladies and gentlemen, you are now officially welcome to Nucatraz."

Well, that was inspiring. Harvey thought.

"If you are having second thoughts about this, I suggest you leave this room immediately and never come back. There is a patrol boat that regularly travels to California, so you better hop in and get the hell out of this place."

No one moved, they had journeyed from all of California to get this job so they better keep it.

"Bullshit," John said, "You're not guards, you're just a prisoner like the rest of these criminals. If you want to be a guard then you better prove it not just to me, not just to Nucatraz, but to the entire world. If you want to be a guard then shut up and do your job. If you truly want to be a guard then you must protect the people who hate us, you must fight for the system that persecutes us, you must never give up and show the world that you're better than a hero, you're a guardian of the people."

John looked at each recruit straight in the eye.

"That's what it means to be a guard. We stand because we are the only ones who can do it. We fight because even if there is so much hate in this world, there is a world worth loving. We are better than heroes not just because we don't have powers and still fight despite that, it's because we answer the call of duty... we answer the cry of our people!"

His speech was interrupted when a guard named Bernard Shaw walked towards him and whispered in his ear. John was aghast, they were to send a squad of newbies into the fray when there were supers there to take care of the job? Bernard said that he couldn't do anything, this order was from the brass.

"Well, fuck me sideways," John faced his squad of 14 guards, "It looks like we're heading straight into the LA Subway System to contain the situation there. There's a self-styled loli called China Doll that thinks she can fuck society. In that case, we will fuck her harder."

Nucatraz Helipad - Aerial Running Shoes

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Boeing_CH-47_Chinook

A CH-47 Chinook was waiting for the squad to board onto the helicopter to transport the squad as near as the LA subway system as possible, where they would bust in the lolita and send her to justice.

LA Subway System - Guardians of the People

Silhouettes of heavily armed men start to appear, they number up to 15 men.

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"In the grim darkness of the future, there is only war."

...where the hell are those heroes, the warden thought impatiently as he lost yet another attempt at playing Flappy Birds. It has been 30 minutes past the supposed pick-up time. He tried to counter that reasoning with that the heroes are probably busy with saving LA but his patience is already well thinned.

Well, he could check on that trespassing issue. He reached over to the radio and said "Any updates?"

No response.

The warden was not sure if he should be pissed or worried, could be his men just being lazy? Whatever, just call them again, so he did. And again, and again, and again...

That's it, he thought, time to send in the calvary. He stood up to look over the ocean and survey the situation while readying his walkie talkie.

As he was about to bark his orders to his men, though, he noticed that there is an unidentified boat parked at the bay. There was a women standing before the bay guards. She was wearing a black ten gallon hat, covering her eyes with it. The rest of her body aren't as well covered, she's only wearing a black bikini piece with a beige towel tied at her waist, almost as if she's proud to show off her pale...skin...oh shit.

She pulled out a pair of revolver from under her towel and took down the guards in front of her with haste and ease. Then she was shot in the jaw by a sniper at the guard tower to her right. The pale lady reacted as if she was a defiant child slapped by her parents and looked over to the sniper. The sniper took more shots after that in panic before he was shot down casually by a revolver shot. That girl aint normal.

The warden, understandably frightened, duck under his desk. He grabbed the phone from his desk and dialled in 912, the number for the Hero Association. Meanwhile, on the ground, alarms were raised and guards have made a formation in front of the bay.

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Hero Association, Branch Office

Paperwork is boring. Jaime had come to terms with this a while ago, though that realization didn't help things at all. He supposed it was better this than excitement, because excitement usually meant even more paperwork. And less of a chance of being left in a state of catatonia.

The office was uncharacteristically quiet that day, the only sounds coming from the ticking of the clock and the soft whir of computers. And that guy around the corner who got way too excited about Tetris, but let's not talk about him.

Then the noise of a phone cut through the doldrum.

Jaime reached over to answer it.

"912, what's your *sigh* super emergency?"

off the shits

The warden cringed a bit when he heard that line. Super emergency, is this a fast-food joint I'm calling here? But the warden digressed.

"There is an insane, seemingly invincible woman wrecking up Nucatrez. She is armed with a pair of revolver. She's in a bikini and CAN YOU JUST SEND SOMEONE OVER HERE?"

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