You decide to just go inside your workshop once you're done covering the tags. You may fight them another day, but you need to take Gwen trick or treating tonight. Plus, you can knock out a lot of work today. You sigh and go inside. You have a lot do work to do today.
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That night: 7:06 PM
Mr. Nightmare was on stage in Atlas Arena. Everything had been set up. His bandmates were here. The "Demon Head" prop was behind the band, large and imposing. Fog covered part of the stage as the drummer started the opening beats of their song. The crowd was cheering. They loved him and he hadn't even started playing yet. But, as it had been lately, it felt muted, hollow. As if a fog was creeping over his mind and nothing he was experiencing was quite real.
On cue, he played the first few notes of a song, one of his classics, and the crowd erupted in cheers. The next hour of his performance he was on autopilot. Every rift, every note, every dedication and declarations that he loved this city, he was just killing time.
That was when he came to what he was waiting for. His new song "Riding (Through) The Night." For the first time, the world had a little color as he introduced the song. A genuine smile broke out on his face.
This was his time.
He started playing the same song he had played last night. The cheers were almost deafening. His heart started beating out of his chest as he played the song. He felt like his brain was hooked up to a 5000 volt battery and he wasn't slowing down. The symbols on the stage started glowing as he sang the lyrics to the song. His bandmates were no-doubt confused, but the crowd was loving it.
Then he hit the final note.
His voice seemed to echo as Mr. Nightmare's body was engulfed in electricity. His skin started to crack, branching electrical scars appearing, starting on his hands and spreading throughout his body. His eyes were filled with blue electricity. Even his body started to change, growing taller, more muscular. All the while, he was laughing a sinister laugh.
"You ready to scream, Hartford?!" He called out before belting out a chord on his guitar. The electricity, which was centered on him, shot out all around him. The three people on stage, and the people in the first few rows were electrocuted. the people in the closest rows. Their cheers turned to screams as the lightning coursed through their bodies. He started laughing a distorted laugh, as if his voice was being scrambled.
Cheers turned to screams as the remaining concert-goers started to panic. Some tried to head for an exit. Some tried to climb up to the darker part of the stands to hide. Some ducked down where they stood to take cover. To Mr. Nightmare, it was almost like watching ants scramble around an ant hill after spraying it with a can of Raid.
Still, this wasn't enough. He wanted to make sure that people were talking about what was going to happen to night for years.
He brought his right arm up, and back down onto his guitar, playing a whaling chord, and sending a sonic boom out at some of the fleeing concert goers. Some were launched at the seats and concrete stairs. Others were sent flying, and landed with a sickening crunch. Somewhere in the crowd, he saw one kid, maybe 18 or 19, pull out a gun and aim it at him.
He swung the guitar around so that the neck was aimed at him. A bolt of bright blue electricity shot out and hit him in the chest.
His scream briefly eclipsed the others before it was suddenly cut off. The gun he was holding dropped to the ground, next to a pile of ash, and the boy's shoes.
But he wasn't done. This was just a means to an end. As he started to pick off who he could, he waited for the inevitable Heroic response.
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Starhammer flew through the skies of Haven's Way, one of the wealthier neighborhoods in the city. Something bad happened on major holidays. Always someone trying to do something "fitting" or "ironic" or whatever. Usually, it was some first timer that they took care of easily, but Headquarters made sure everyone that had two working limbs was on patrol.
No one wanted a repeat of '96.
Besides, as long as he managed to stop someone who was a genuine threat, then at least his time wasn't wasted.
As he flew over luxury apartments, McMansions that cost a lot more than they were worth, and immaculately landscaped parks that people rarely used, he saw people trick or treating. Families, groups of children with one or two chaperones, or a group of teenagers who eye him nervously as he flies past. He could go down there, but he decided against it. If they were up to something, it was probably just normal teenage stuff. Way below his pay grade.
He smiled, and gave some families a wave. As he saw the lights of cellphone cameras, he wondered if he'd see these pictures online tomorrow.
"TOC to Starhammer. There's a Code Gamma at Atlas Arena. Multiple civilian casualties. Suspect is still in the arena. It is being treated as a barricade hostage situation" The earpiece in his ear informed him. He was about to sigh when he went over the words in his head again. Code Gamma. Multiple civilian casualties. He narrowed his eyes. He knew that someone would try something, but people had died already.
He opened a a wormhole underneath himself and dove in as if he was an Olympic level diver.
When he exited the portal, Starhammer was floating above the Atlas Arena several miles from where he was just a second ago. And just like dispatch said, there were plums of smoke coming from it. Dozens of people were already running outside, some injured, a few unlucky ones tripped and fell, only to be trampled by other evacuees. Temple was already in the crowd, trying to get the evacuation somewhat organized.
Starhammer shook his head. Temple still had a lot to learn about acting like a Hero. But at least he was trying. The kid needed more experience. Still, with someone handling the civilians, that meant that he could go in to confront whoever was doing this.
He opened another wormhole and flew through, the other wormhole opening inside of the main stage of the Arena. The smell of burnt flesh hit Starhammer before he even appeared on the other side.
The scene around him was pure carnage. Piles of people, at least several dozen, were dead. The arena was still dark enough so that he couldn't see any of the "finer" details. But the smell of charred flesh told him everything he needed to know. He almost gaged at the smell.
Whoever did this wasn't going to jail. They were heading to the morgue.
"Well, lucky me! They sent the top dog to bring me down!" Starhammer looks on stage and sees... it couldn't be described as a person. It looked like one from a distance, certainly. But its skin was charred black in places. The skin had cracks from which poured a steady steam of black smoke. The eyes were two glowing blue orbs.
"You..." Starhammer said. "What kind of monster..."
"Monster? No..." The creature asked, its grin stretching unnaturally across his face. "I'm your fucking NIGHTMARE!"
With that, he brought his hand down on his guitar, playing a chord. Starhammer created a wormhole and fell down into it, the pressurized air smashing into the stands behind where he was.
Mr. Nightmare grinned and turned to the side where he thought that Starhammer would re appear. A bolt of lightning shot out from his guitar where Mr. Nightmare thought he would be. The bolt hit a wooden wall, causing it to burst into flames. But Starhammer wasn't there.
That was when he felt the ground disappear beneath his feet. A wormhole appeared and Starhammer shot out, grabbing Mr. Nightmare's ankles as he ascended.
Starhammer reduced gravity's pull on Mr. Nightmare, making the man as light as a feather as Starhammer carried him upwards.
Starhammer briefly thought of a one liner he could say, but right now, he was just angry. He decided he'd say that he said something clever later, before throwing the villain at the giant demon-head prop towering above the stage.
Mr. Nightmare sailed through the air before he was impaled into the demon's horn. The sharp edge drove straight through his chest. A black ichor started dripping from his form as Nightmare looked at Starhammer. He gave the hero a weak laugh before slumping.
Starhammer looked at the grizzly scene before him. He figured that such a thing would be made of paper and metal wire, something that would collapse under any sort of real weight. And yet, there this Nightmare was, impaled on it. He... didn't know how to feel about it. Part of him wanted to feel bad, but...
That was when Nightmare's head shot up. His grin as wide as ever.
"You should've seen the look on your face" He said. "Still, the show here is over. It's time to take this show on the road!"
Mr. Nightmare's body started to become unfocused, and dissolved into static. And then he shot off of the horn and out of a hole in the ceiling, his laugh echoing through the nearly empty hall.
"Shit." Starhammer muttered before he took off after the newly minted villain.
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8:53 pm.
Jasmine Keller, along with about half a dozen people, were oblivious to the fight that had started a few miles west. They were participating in a "Zombie Safari" All wearing AR goggles, they were in the back of an open-topped, slow moving vehicle shooting virtual zombies with plastic guns that would have been in an arcade 15 years prior. The AR goggles showed a dilapidated version of their city. Buildings on fire. Shattered windows and bombed out buildings, clouds gathering in the sky. Sounds of fighting in the distance, simulating other people on zombie safaris, were playing in the goggles.
Right now, the truck was in an area outside of downtown proper, near the a park and a bar that was having a loud Halloween celebration. She, and everyone except for the driver, were focused on shooting the zombies that were pouring in from the park that they didn't notice the fighting in the distance.
Jasmine was hitting zombies, focusing on the ones in front of her, when she heard a scream. Glancing to her right, she saw a zombie had climbed onto the truck and was clawing at a woman in her roleplaying group, who had forgone shooting it and was just flailing in panic. Jasmine got up from her seat to shoot the virtual undead. She was about to jokingly chastise her friend about panicking about about a pile of pixels when Starhammer was shot out of the air by a sonic boom and slammed into the truck. Jasmine didn't know what had hit the truck. Just that she was flipped end over end and sprawled onto the pavement, the plastic rifle snapping in half at the fall.
The driver slammed on the accelerator, and the young woman tumbled out of the truck and onto the pavement. As Jasmine opened her eyes, she saw Starhammer fighting... something. Starhammer put both hands out, and a beam of ice shot out. It hits the man in the chest and it starts to freeze. But he turns into static to escape, letting the block of ice that he been surrounding him fall to the ground.
Then, the villain brought his hand down on his... was that a guitar? Well, he belted out a note and it created a shockwave that launched several cars parked in front of the cantina at Starhammer. Starhammer caught the car that would've hit him, and tossed it to the side. Jasmine scrambled backwards, still on her hands and knees just barely avoiding the car smashing into the ground where she was. She darted down the street and pulled out her phone, hoping that neither person would bring the fight closer to her.
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"Trick or Treat!"
"Aw... Starhammer's on patrol" The elderly woman says, cooing at Gwen's costume. "Looks like we're all going to be safe with Starhammer on patrol."
Gwen beams with pride. "That's right. I'm here to save the day."
"Well I'm sure with your comrades, nothing will stop you from saving the day. Here's a token of appreciation. Some Starbursts for Starhammer" the woman says before putting a few Starbursts into her bucket.
Gwen looked down at the candy, and puts on a smile for the woman. "Thanks Ms. Goei"
As she closes her door, the three of you head back down the street. "It's getting a bit late" Adrian says. "We should probably start heading back home."
"Come on, just a few more houses." Gwen says.
"We've already gone to nearly every house in the neighborhood. Plus, its getting late. It's time to head home" You say.
"Aw..." Gwen says.
"Hey, the sooner we get home, the sooner you can dig into your haul." Adrian says with a smile.
Gwen starts to pout in an exaggerated manner. She wants to say alright, but doesn't want to admit to it.
"Come on, lets head back home and get you to bed, Gwen."
"But I'm not *yawn* tired" She protests. Still, the three of you start the walk home, just a few minutes away. As you walk and talk, your phone starts ringing. Glancing at caller ID, you see that its Jasmine.
"Hello? Is everything alright?" You ask
"Sunny. I'm near the Sandbar Cantina. Things are... it's really bad. Starhammer's hitting this guy but he's not going down!"
"What?" You ask.
Jasmine watches as Starhammer punches Mr. Nightmare into a car. His body bends in an unnatural way as it hits the vehicle, but he snaps back into shape and "This guy, it's like he's made of energy or something."
[] Go downtown to help fight... whatever this is.
[] Go home and stay safe. You're sure that Starhammer has this.
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