Terror's Return (Open to any do-gooders)

[N.P.C.]

N.P.C. is the Terror

The sun begins to rise over Keystone City, bringing a new day to the "blue collar capital of the world." The fresh morning air breezed through the city streets, whisking away the the last remnants of the night air. The streets were now jammed with busy motorist trying to make their way to work on time. Slow movement and car horns were a common site to be held here, as in any city. However, today was different....

Earlier in the night, some 25 miles outside of town, a large lake peacefully swayed all through the night. Suddenly, waves began to form in the center of the lake, pushing water in every direction. The water seem to move, first out-word, then downward. From inside the lake, a large object began to rise from within, practically lifting the water in to the air. Soon enough, the object broke through the water, and appeared as a gigantic dome. Then the base appeared shortly after the dome, and then long, spider-like legs after that. After it fully emerged, this humongous object stood in the center of the lake, calm and still. Then, it started walking, first out of the lake, and then in the direction of Keystone City.

Now the morning had come, and the streets were filled with the same hustle and bustle of any other day. Little suspecting the giant object moving towards town. So it came as no surprise, when the object reached the outer most parts of the city, that the people panicked. News spread quickly through out town, of the monstrosity coming into town. Panic struck the citizens on the streets, while the police began to set up road blocks in an attempted to stop the large, roving machine.

They proved ineffective, as the walking structure plowed through the road block with easy. Not cars nor people were able to stop it's path through town. The object cleared through several blocks in mere hours, until it reached it's destination: city hall. Perching on top of the government structure, the machine came to a rest. There, it sat quietly, no sound, no movement. It sat for nearly half an hour before a hatch open towards the very top. From the hatch, can a man dressed in black, with a yellow 'T' on his chest and a black mask. Next to him was a microphone, which he then pulled up to his face and addressed the crowd.

"Ahem. this thing on....okay. Greetings, vile and impudent puss-balls! Feel the uncontrollable fear coursing through your system! Cower at the mere sight of me. For I, The Terror, have returned! MWHAHAHA*chokes and coughs*Okay, uh, as I was saying...Citizens of Keystone City! You have been chosen to be the first to experience the wrath of my unclentching terror! Behold!"

Pointing towards the very top of his crotched machine, an opening is made and another machine appears from within: A large device, similar to a ray-gun with it's rounded stock and red, pointed end. Lights and smoke emulated off this massive weapon, as it powers up and points outward.

"This, is the instrument of my terror. With this, I will speared fear and mayhem throughout the world, starting here in your beloved city. Cower, fools, before....THE CLINGER!"

The machine, now fully powered, is then aimed at a nearby office building, occupying over 200 workers. The masked menace cackled away as The Clinger fires a thin, red beam of energy at the office building. It begins to shake violently, then gradually, the building, and everything and everyone inside, shrinks in size, until it is no more bigger than a doll's playhouse. Panic began to grip the witnessing masses, as they screamed and scattered through out the streets. Terror...has come home to roost

[supergirl]

I never thought I'd be one to run away, but and I stand by that now. This is more of a 'tactical retreat to regroup and reorganize'. Totally different than running away. And what, you may ask, has got me headed for the hills? Well, to be honest, its my teammates. Titans tower is great, but there comes a time when everyone needs their space. I don't know if its me or what, but seems like I cant get two seconds of quiet back at the tower. Two. Seconds. That's all I'm asking for really, but those two seconds always seem to be just beyond my reach. Clarks got his whole 'fortress of solitude' for whenever he needs some 'me time' or whatever. But I'm not about to fly all the way to the middle of the arctic circle just to listen to some music and chill by myself like some kind of emo.

So the question was, where could I catch a bit of R&R. Metropolis? As if, that place is always on the verge of being blown up or conquered by someone, or at least that's what it seems. Gotham? Pass. I keep running down the list of places to chill before eventually picking Keystone. Nice town, very cheery overall. Best part is that its where The flash's tend to chill, so they probably wont need a hand from little ol' me. And maybe the best pat is that the biggest threat I could run into would be having to do battle with The Trickster or captain boomerang. I've felt more threatened by the morning crossword puzzle than those guys. Ya, Keystone it is.

I fly high, heading out of the tower, leaving my troubles behind as well as a 'be back later' note on my door for anyone who's interested. Settling at a cruising altitude of a few miles up, well above commercial airlines, I kick it up to supersonic, feeling the pulse as the sound barrier breaks ahead of me. I try to keep from going to fast though, wanting to at least enjoy the flight. Its a nice opportunity for me to unwind, peaceful and free.

I hear the sounds of Keystone before I actually see it, the cloud cover over the town keeping it hidden. And what I hear can best be summed up as 'bad'. Screams of panic, glass breaking, a great reverberation of some kind of metallic colossus. Should have checked my horoscope today I guess, it probably would have said 'today the world hates you'.

Oh well, this shouldn't take long. I crack my knuckles and dive down through the clouds, now looking through them at the scene below. There's a lot to take in. First off is this robotic death ship or something, looming right over city hall, basically a big domed metallic ball with a bunch of mechanical legs. Pretty standard stuff. My arrival was just in time to see it unleash its ray gun, and as I looked on, it reduced a building to a toy model. And you know what, all that doesn't hold a candle to the fact that the evil mastermind appears to be about 200 years old. I'm not even joking. I could deal with the robot, I could deal with a shrink ray that's name has nothing to do with its actual purpose. Clinger? Seriously, how does that relate to shrinking? But this guy just completely came out of nowhere.

Not sure what to do here. I mean, hes just so old. I know Im mentioning this a lot here, but when I peeked under his mask, thinking I was going to find the face of this terrorist, I was totally cough off guard. His wrinkles...dear god the wrinkles. Where did he get enough skin to form such a crumpled up visage? They almost seem to fold in words on themselves in a fractal structure. It boggles the mind. And he's not even a robot or alien or something, I checked. Each and every layer of this guy is just really Really old.

Totally thrown off my stride, I divert from my original plan, which was to just pound on the domed ship till it stopped working, and instead swoop in, stopping in front of the encrusted near-do-well, this 'The Terror'. Lets take a moment and think about this. The Terror. What kind of name is that? Did he just randomly pick a evil sounding word and decide to run with it? It boggles the mind really. Its just so completely unimaginative that you keep having to look for some kind of subtext, some hidden bit of cleverness. And you find nothing!

Hay, Grandpa, Settle down for a second before you give yourself a heart attack

That wasn't a taunt, that was a serious suggestion. This guy looks about ready to bleed to death if cough in a stiff breeze.

[N.P.C.]

The dark, frail figure, standing atop his massive, menacing, mechanical monstrosity, rejoices at the sight of the crowds screaming in anguish and shock. Crowds of people move away from the large land plot that was once an office building a moment ago. With the microphone still in hand, his cackling laughter could be heard shrieking many blocks away. A laughter that was cut short at the sight of a red and blue blur coming towards him. Though his eye sight was fine in closer ranger, his is forced to pulled a pair of glasses from his inner pockets, wipes them a bit, and then places them over his mask to see...a girl.

A bit of confusion came over The Terror, as he was stumped by the arrival of a flying schoolgirl in a revealing outfit. This development had him taken back for a moment by the fact that he was being joined by a pretty, blonde-haired girl, and he had no idea who she was or why she was here. What seemed to stump him more, was that the girl used the term 'grandpa' when she was addressing him. To the best of his weening memory, he did not recall ever having a daughter, much less a granddaughter. 'It was not out of the realm of possibility,' he thought to himself, 'as their have been many fierce femme fatals that I've known. Not to mention the number of whores I've been with. Being in isolation can be lonely and sometimes those nights can be....what was I doing?' As soon as his attention was on the here and now again, he addressed the young woman in his own tremendous, terrifying tone.

[glow=blue,2,300]"Girlie, I don't know who you are or if you are my granddaughter or not. No one tells the Terror what to do, especially some baby-faced brat in a skit that's too short for any respectable young lady to wear in public. I mean my God, your hovering over the crowd and that thing is fluttering open in the breeze for everyone to see. Shameful....but still very hot!"[/glow]

Gasping and wheezing while he cackled away, the Terror reached in to his black costume to another inward pocket, and pulled out a remote control. Taking the glasses off now, he fiddled with the turn knob to focus the beam of his machine. All the while continuing his barrage of bludgeoned and bewildering babbling.

[glow=blue,2,300]"Well now, if you like 'em short, then the Terror can oblige you, sweetie. With a simple adjustment, I can show you and the world just how much the Clinger can shorten that outfit of yours.....TO A TERRIFYING DEGREE! HAHAHA"[/glow]*violently coughs*

After a moment to regain his sense of self, he uses his remote to activate his machine. Steam hovered above the machine and electricity shot out as it fired a red beam again, this time aimed straight at the flying fawn that dared to intruded on the Terror's rampaged. A lesson she shall not soon forget.