Zombie, Ghouls, Undead and Suki

Suki ran through the wall firing the godhammer at anything that wasn't looking alive. She was scared and she had reason to be, since there happened to be tons of zombies about. 

"Eat this!" she screamed at one and his head disappeared. "You want me? You can't have me!" she screamed at another. Her arm moved to the closet target and she pulled the trigger. 

She plowed through another concrete well; she was full of adrenaline and she knew she was pumped full of energy. She didn't want to become a mindless brain eating drone. And there was no way in hell that she was going to end up that way.

"This shift sucks," she muttered under her breath.

"You're telling me," Mags said as she hovered overhead. 

Suki stopped and looked up. "Well, there's a sight for sore eyes!"

Another Legacy...

Max's cellphone vibrated. He walked down the hall and then ducked into a room. He flicked the cellphone up like Captain Kirk on an away mission answering a call. 

"Yo!"

"Do what you are going to do man."

"Why?" Max asked. "Where the hell are you?"

"I boogied," Dan replied. "There's three LEGACY teams here."

Max swore.

"You're on your own on this one," Dan replied. "LEGACY scares the hell out of me."

"I'll meet you at Lucky Wong's later," Max told Dan.
 
Max flipped the phone off and checked his guns. He counted 3 clips. He was going to have to make sure that every bullet counted. He did a quick glance out the window and made a count; there were three sedans and a black van in the lot below. He could see Dan in the building across the street. Dan signaled him and then disappeared.

"Well, let's see what we can do," Dan said to no one in particular.

"Well, I hope you can do a whole lot of shooting," a voice replied from the shadows. Max saw Trump sitting on the ledge.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Dan asked.

"I was about to ask you the same thing." Trump shot back. "Mags will kill me if something drastic happened to you."

A Whiter Shade of Reality

There was a sense of vertigo when he opened his eyes. It was a drastic shift and he tried to locate the Architect of the Flesh team that he was in the middle of a huge battle with.

There was no blood. No wounds. No guns. Nothing. In fact, it was a big blank that he was in.

He sat in a white room at a table; there was a white cup in front of him filled with a black substance. Steaming. It smelled like coffee. He took a sip and was glad to find that it was in fact coffee. 

He saw his reflection in a mirror; he was wearing a white t-shirt with WHAM written in black letters. Great! he thought. I'm a George Michael wannabe. 

There was sound of a ding and a door opened up. Three men walked in all dressed in white, each carrying a clipboard. All looking like carbon copies of him.

Max scratched at his chin and discovered he had some stubble. He took another sip of the coffee, and immediately the three clones went to their clipboards and started scribbling.

"Max." A voice came over an intercom.

"Not I," Max replied. "You've got the wrong person."

Remix: The Hellcat

Archived Event: The Hellcat 

 

There was a rap at the door. 

The doorman turned towards the door and was about to slide the peep-hole open to see who it was, his gun drawn in case it was danger. He didn't realize what hit him and sent him down on the floor.

Maggie kicked the door open and charged in, her katana swung and she caught the other doorman off guard. Sending his head one way while his body fell another. 

She was a hellcat unleashed and she was showing no mercy. Her hair alive and looked as if it was on fire, her eyes seemed radiant with the intensity of hate.

"You wanted me," she shouted. "You got me!"

Everything suddenly froze around her. Blood splatters hanging in mid-air like a 3D Jackson Pollack painting. The decapitated head suspended over the floor like a macabre moon. The first doorman cowering in fear at Maggie's feet, still like a statue.

Maggie growled. "What the f-" And then a needle of pain lanced her frontal cortex, right down into her temporal lobe.

The scene around her started to strobe. Horror-movie-meets-rave lighting effects. She winced with pain, had a strange memory of Max telling her once that the secret to a good party was the lighting. The blood in the air casting strange shadows on her body.

And she saw Max's body. On the floor of the room. Still like a statue. Her katana was sticking out of it. But it was also still in her hand. But it was hers in his body too, she could feel it.

"This is how it has to end," the man said. The man had stepped into the stillness from outside it all. Shadow-man, angles like razors. "Surely you know that by now."

Maggie sheathed her katana, the one still in her hands. The other was in Max's body. She felt nauseous.

The man said, "The Professor is trying to use a Plexotron Device to mix Max into this event. I've hacked the signal so I can show you this. Show you the future."

"I know who you are," Maggie said.

"But do you know that the war you fight, the demons you battle, are because of him?" The man pointed at Max's body. 

"That's a lie."

"He didn't start it. But the way he Shifts, the way he is always coming and going, it makes it worse. It summons the demons, it weakens the borders."

"Max helps me fight the demons." The pain was getting worse.

"And every time he follows you into battle, there is mission left unfinished, a world somewhere left unsaved. It won't end until..."

Morganfokker pointed at Max's corpse.

"Welcome to your Remix."