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The Death of a Hero
The Death of a Hero
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This is something that I'm working on that I wanted a general opinion of. It's not particularly anime-inspired, but given all the talk of heroes on this forum, I thought it a good place to show it.
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His name was Champion, and he was the first to fall.
There is not a person on Earth who doesnt know about Champion. His first appearance was in North Texas, in Carrollton, a small suburb of Dallas, where he spent his early years working in cooperation with the Carrollton Police Department. His relationship with the police was so favorable that he went so far as to pattern his uniform during the 1980s after the coloration of their patrol cars: white and blue with a stylized C. Although he was dubbed Captain Carrollton by some of the more waggish members of the press, Champion proved himself time and again during the 80s as a hero.
For the early part of his career, Champion spent most of his efforts in the southwestern part of the United States. The rest of the country acknowledged his fame, but he was rarely seen in the large cities of the Northeast or the West Coast. That is, until the Branch Davidians incident.
Mount Carmel had already been surrounded by members of the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, and Firearms when Champion arrived. The superhero, already well known among the local law enforcement, wisely chose to push for a nonviolent resolution to the siege. Unfortunately, members of the command staff saw the hero as little more than a man-sized siege weapon. After trying several times to convince those agents interested in forced entry that he would not serve as their battering ram, he finally lost his temper and went out on his own to talk to the Branch Davidians. Being effectively bulletproof, Champion could get closer to the compound than any other negotiator.
The Davidians were extremely surprised to see the white-and-blue-clad figure walking up to their compound. They were doubly surprised when he reacted not at all to being fired upon. But they were surprised most of all when he knocked politely on the front door, and asked to speak with Koresh. The members of the church were understandably paranoid, but after Champion pointed out that he could enter by force that he had been given that ability by God and he chose not to, they let him in.
Champion later related that he had spent most of the time in the company of Koresh, who had explained to him why he had not surrendered, that he was waiting for a sign from God. Koresh explained to him that the FBI and BATF agents were denying his requests to speak with experts on the Bible. He explained that he was trying to find out what God wanted from him. Champion, who himself was a pious man (although of a different denomination of Christianity), promised that he would try to help. In a show of good faith, Koresh allowed Champion to see the public areas of the compound, to assure the hero that no one was being mistreated.
Champion spent the next weeks serving as the primary liaison between Mount Carmel and the outside world. He served as a voice of mediation between the federal agents and church members. It was at his urging that Bible experts were brought to speak with Koresh. It was at his urging that moderation and patience were the watchwords. It was through his reputation in the Southwest that most of the agents, who were natives to the area, listened to him. In the end, the Branch Davidians surrendered the siege. Several were jailed for assaulting federal agents and on firearms charges, including Koresh, but what might have been a massacre was avoided.
It was out of this event, and the resulting media exposure, that Champion became a national hero. The federal government became acquainted with him intimately over the next years, and his moderate and sensible manner made him an excellent hero for all sides of the political spectrum to rely on. Champion took his popularity cautiously, not giving in on his principles but still helping people when he could. He became, in the years after Waco, a public hero that everyone could believe in.
Through the 90s, Champion was the hero of the people. He was everywhere, providing his voice of reason when he could, and his strength and invulnerability when he could not. He was instrumental in developing relations with Aquus, bringing the strange elemental being into the public eye and helping it voice its concerns over oceanic pollution. He helped the FBI with militias several times during the 90s, preventing or minimizing the damage from domestic terrorism committed in revenge for Ruby Ridge or Waco. He was active overseas, aiding United Nations troops in Somalia and the Balkans. Again, in those tense and violent places, his voice of reason was just as powerful as his physical abilities. It was Champion who led the task force to arrest Milosovec, delivering the dictator to the steps of The Hague himself for the trial.
Moreover, Champion was the defender of the planet from outside threats. When the Fureons pursued Zhail (commonly known to the public The Starman) to Earth, it was Champion who stood next to his friend at Lagrange Point 6 and stopped the advance invasion force. When Nocturnes reconnaissance of the Carlsbad Deeps found an army of trolls, it was Champion who held them at a standstill until the Night Warrior could evacuate the State Park and summon help. And when the insidious Mad Doctor Jonathan Jacob Walker attacked Silicon Valley with his army of giant robots, Champion was there to turn back the foe.
Hero. Celebrity. Times Man of the Year. A&Es Biography of the Year. Winner of the Presidential Medal of Freedom and an Honorary OBE from the Queen of England. Champion was respected and loved by many. Even his long-time foes, both in government and crime, expressed respect for his moderation and reasonable nature. There were those who hated him not the least of which was the noted metaterrorist known only as Schreck but all who knew him, knew him to be a man of honor and good.
The details of Champions death are hazy at best. If the American government knows what happened, they arent talking. What is known is that, on January 6, 2000, an explosion ripped through downtown Little Rock, Arkansas, leveling four square blocks. Emergency workers, paramedics, and police all rushed to the scene, and were cut down by unknown enemies. Anyone entering the area of the disaster was killed, and no one could see what or who was doing the killing. With little choice in the matter, the police cordoned off the area and called for help.
Champion beat the National Guard to the command post set up by the Little Rock PD by about thirty seconds. He spent forty-five minutes discussing the situation with the police commander, the Mayor of Little Rock, and the Guard Commander. He spent fifteen minutes talking to the press. And then, at approximately four oclock in the afternoon on January 6, he crossed the cordon and entered the disaster area.
What happened next is a matter of public record; the news footage was run on CNN for several weeks, and has been analyzed was almost as much detail as the Zapruder footage of the Kennedy Assassination. Champion flew into the crisis area. He hovered through it slowly, at about the pace of a quick walk, scanning for survivors or indications of the cause of the explosion. Twice he retrieved the remains of a downed police officer or emergency technician and returned them to the barricades. His radio contact with the command post was clear and understandable. Champions tone of voice was calm, but concerned. At no point does he appear or sound to be panicked or unsettled.
Champions final conversation is also on public record, and has been analyzed as much as the video. Upon nearing the intersection at the center of the damaged area, he descended to the ground and began to look for some indication of the cause of the explosion. The following conversation occurred:
Champion: Command, I am approaching the intersection. Am descending to the street. Over.
Captain Thomas Veitch, Little Rock PD: Roger that, Champion. We can see you. Let us know if you see anything that looks like an explosive. Over.
Champion: Roger, Command. The street looks melted. Mustve been a high-temperature blast. Theres little charring, though. No device apparent at first glance. Over.
Captain Veitch: Roger, Champion. Keep looking. Over.
Champion: Roger, Command. Command?
Captain Veitch: This is Command, Champion. We read you. Over.
Champion: No sign of explosive or incendiary device in immediate vicinity of intersection. At least, not to me. Maybe the crime scene guys can find something.
Captain Veitch: Dont worry about it, Champion. Focus on securing the area. Over.
Champion: Roger, Command. Ill start with the bank. Looks like the windows were vaporized, rather than shattered. Interior is seared clean, Command. All wooden furniture has been charred into ash. Marble floors are covered in soot probably furniture and
carpet. No sign of any bodies. Just thats funny .
Captain Veitch: Say again, Champion. Whats funny? Over.
Champion: Footprints. In the marble. They lead towards the vault. Im going to see where they go. Over.
Captain Veitch: Roger, Champion. Be careful.

Champion: UNH!
Captain Veitch: Say again, Champion?

Captain Veitch: Champion, this is Command. Respond.

Captain Veitch: Champion, this is Command. Please respond.

Captain Veitch: Champion, this is Captain Veitch at Command. Please respond.

Captain Veitch: Where is he? Champion, if you can hear us, please indicate.

Captain Veitch: Shit. Hes not responding. Now what?

Approximately twenty minutes after the command post lost contact with Champion, the vigilante known as Nocturne (sometimes called the Night Warrior) appeared in the command post. No one had seen him pass any checkpoints and there is no indication of his presence in any media record until he exited the command post and entered the disaster zone, accompanied by four National Guardsmen carrying assault rifles. It took the five of them ten minutes to reach the intersection, and they were unhindered. It took them another ten minutes to enter the bank and find Champions body. Preliminary examinations showed that Champion was not breathing and had no pulse.
The world mourned the passing of Champion. His death prompted a massive crackdown on crime, with heroes like Nocturne and The Hunter exposing every criminal organization to light while Doctor Tomorrow and The Starman examined Ground Zero. Champions invulnerability made a regular postmortem examination impossible, but Tomorrows superscience allowed for something approximating an autopsy (although Champions body was not actually cut open). The scans of the corpse showed no apparent cause of death. There was no tissue trauma, no broken bones, no sign of organ failure, there wasnt even hydrostatic shock. Champion just stopped living.
The funeral was the largest that anyone had ever seen. Larger than Princess Dianas, larger than President Kennedys, it included celebrities and statesmen from every country. People made pilgrimages to the grave during the month surrounding the funeral. Champions family came forward, revealing his identity to the world, and the world helped them with their grief. Even the paparazzi were silent; such was the love the world had for their fallen hero.
Forty-seven super-powered villains surrendered to law enforcement in honor of Champion, including Dr. Megaton, who turned himself in to the Director of the FBI at the funeral. The Maniac arrived at the doors to Bellevue three days after Champions funeral, coherent for once, and managed to stay inside for a record 73 days, before his meta-insanity overcame the drugs he was on and he tore a hole in the wall and escaped. Over the next three months, 578 members of various crime syndicates across the world, from the Mafia to the Columbian cartels to the tongs of Hong Kong, were arrested, convicted, and imprisoned due to the efforts of heroes and police alike. The FBI unraveled no fewer than four plots to commit acts of terrorism against American citizens. Interpol found another three in Europe. But no one, not even Nocturne, found anything that led them to Champions killer or the parties responsible for what became known as the Little Rock Disaster.
As time passed, the investigators still forged ever on, searching for new clues. The public at large, however, mourned for Champion, and then moved on with their lives. The other superheroes of the world continued as they had, believing the tragedy to be an isolated event.
A belief that would soon be proven to be terribly, horribly wrong.
Ebony the Black Dragon
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"Good night, and may the Good Lord take a Viking to you."
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... niiiiiice, Ebony.
Offhand, I can't see anything wrong with it. Brownie points for making it sound like a believable historical record.
Other than the fact that it makes me want to read what happened next real bad.
Dare we expect a follow-up?
-Griever
When tact is required, use brute force. When force is required, use greater force.
When the greatest force is required, use your head. Surprise is everything. - The Book of Cataclysm
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Working on it.
This is actually (currently) a set up for possible superhero campaign that I may run. So there may not be an actual denoument (which, as Bob says, is French for "Now we beat up the supervillain.") regarding the murder of Champion.
If anyone's interest in what Champion's insignia looks like (who hasn't heard of Carrollton, Texas), you can see it here - Carrollton. It's the one in the middle of screen, in the eGov link.Ebony the Black Dragon
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"Good night, and may the Good Lord take a Viking to you."
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Nicely done, Ebony. I'd love to hear what comes of it, both written and played.

-- Bob
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It's a "magical" land. I think "magical" is ancient Greek for "pain in the butt". -- Bun-Bun, Sluggy Freelance, 11/9/03
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The Death of a Hero, Part 2: Wotansdottir
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Her name was Ynga Wotansdottir, and she showed us it was not an accident.
The 17 months that passed between the tragic death of Champion and the horrific death of the European heroine known as Wotansdottir were filled with investigation, speculation, and frustration. Investigations in literally every country in the world picked the evidence found in Little Rock apart. Joint investigations compared notes, suspects, and methods. Suspects were questioned, arrested, released, and questioned again. The world saw a drop in international crime as hundreds of criminals from dozens of syndicates were either arrested or severely curtailed their activities to avoid notice.
Unfortunately, nothing surfaced but rumors and empty accusations. Most of the public seemed happy to blame the public enemies, like Schreck or the Fedayeen, but a few more conspiracy-minded pointed fingers at political entities. Champion was taken out by the CIA, they said, or the Swiss, or the Iraqis, or the Martians, or any number of other groups. Most of these fell within that hazy area of not quite proven, not quite disproven where conspiracies that endure exist (except for the Martians, who sent a public communiqu through NASA and the ESA, expressing their condolences and offering an ironclad alibi). After a few months, only the most vocal supporters of these theories could still be heard, and after a year, much of the world had tried to get back to normal. Even the criminal activity returned to prior levels, for, as Nocturne liked to say, Criminals are criminals because crime is easier. Life went on.
And then Wotansdottir was killed.
Ynga Wotansdottir had been active as a superhero since the beginning of the Serbian conflict. She had first appeared in the Balkans, where she had single-handedly demolished an Albanian tank squad, armed with only a broadsword and her bare hands. She did not stay in the Balkans, but could be found across Europe, dealing with international crime. Despite the fact that she wore the uniform of an Swedish soldier, she wore no rank insignia and publicly admitted that she did not serve in that nations military. Sweden did not officially recognize her until she dramatically and publicly arrested a slavery ring that had been using Stockholm as distribution port; at that time, she began wearing the rank of Captain in the Swedish army, and the country officially recognized her as a citizen.
Standing over six feet tall, with long blonde hair, icy blue eyes, and a warriors physique, Wotansdottir was the very image of a Valkyrie. Despite her formidable appearance and frightening prowess in a fight, she was a very open person. Her frank, honest manner made for an easy conversation, and even made her claims of being a child of the ancient Norse deity, Wotan (sometimes called Odin), believable. Certainly her durability, speed, and ability to avoid damage (a much-played video clip showed her dodging machine gun fire), as well as her skill with any and all weapons made it seem even more credible.
Her declaration that she was the daughter of an ancient myth was met with a variety of reactions. Many people thought it a delusion or outright lie. Some accepted it as truth, or accepted that she believed it as truth. The Southern Baptist Church condemned her outright, calling her a pagan and worse. Followers of satr proclaimed her a prophet. The Pope called her a misguided, but good, soul. Wotansdottir ignored them all. Her family heritage was her business, she once told Barbara Walters. What others thought of her wouldnt stop her from being her fathers daughter.
Most of the general public took to Wotansdottir. She was more popular in Europe, given her nationality and general opinions, but given her looks and acceptance of her celebrity status, she was also well-known across the world. Magazines, fashion designers, and paparazzi all wanted her for photo shoots and clothing lines. Most of these she declined, choosing only a select few that met with her own personal standards. Her photo shoots for Vogue are well-known, as was her relationship with the Versace fashion house. It was not surprising to find her at a movie or theatrical premiere in London, Los Angeles, Paris, or (especially) her native Stockholm, wearing an original dress and escorted by a member of Swedens diplomatic corps.
Unlike Champion and more traditional superheroes, Wotansdottir focused most of her attention on international crime. She could be found whereever terrorism had become commonplace, making more than her share of enemies. While Schreck regularly clashed with Champion, it was Wotansdottir who faced the groups that the metaterrorist funded and trained. Schreck himself did not deign to comment on Wotansdottirs actions (not that the taciturn villain usually deigned to comment on much of anything). The Fedayeen publicly declared on Al Jazeeras news broadcasts that he would take her head in single combat. Despite the Sunni metahumans martial abilities and the more than a half dozen battles in which he and Wotansdottir met, the two of them were too evenly matched for either to gain enough of an advantage for a decisive victory.
A year after her official acknowledgement by the government of Sweden, she was promoted to Major in the Swedish Army and given a position in the peacekeeping forces of the United Nations. Under her direction, an elite team specializing in counter-terrorism was established. This team, offically named Team 8, contained highly trained and experienced members of many nations. While the soldiers were mostly European, there were also members from America, Brazil, Argentina, Russia, India, China, Australia, Japan, and other nations. These soldiers distinguished themselves quickly, and their reputation grew to equal that of Delta Force, the Special Air Service, or Spetznatz. After several years of success, the UN extended their duties to include public security for diplomats, and they soon became a regular sight at international functions. Although they numbered fewer than 30, Team 8 (or Yngas Boys as Londons Star dubbed them, despite the fact that they were co-gender) soon became one of the most well-known military units in the world, and individual members, such as Jonathan Tyler (better known as the Bastard of Berkshire), Jorge Gorgeous George Cardenas del Santiago, and Ahmet The Knife Khim, became famous figures in their own right.
And then came Vienna.
On June 22, 2001, terrorists seized control of the Anglo Irish Bank building in Vienna. The Viennese police would have treated the event as a bank robbery save for two things: the terrorists had actually phoned in the robbery, and the first two police units on the scene were massacred by automatic weapons fire and rocket-propelled grenades. Police cordoned off the streets around the building for nine square blocks around it. The Austrian Land Forces were called in, but they deferred to Wotansdottir and her team, who had been guests of the President at the Official Residence at the time of the attack. Although dressed formally for the occasion, Team 8 and its commander prided themselves on fast response, and their gear was on hand in their transport at the Vienna International Airport. Their easily recognizable APCs were at the edge of the cordon within an hour of hearing about the attack.
Wotansdottir immediately conferred with the Austrian Land Forces counterterrorist unit and the Police Commander. While police and members of the Land Forces began to evacuate the area (not difficult, given that many people had fled when the police had come under assault), Team 8 gathered intelligence to formulate a plan of action. The tactical expertise embodied by the men and women of Wotansdottirs unit
Eyewitness accounts by members of the Austrian Land Forces and the Tactical Unit of the Vienna Police have provided analysts with an exacting breakdown of the operation. Wotansdottir left meticulous notes of the operations plan that have allowed forensic scientists to plot out what exactly happened that evening. While a police negotiator dealt with the member of the terrorists that had contacted the authorities (a man who would only identify himself as Nemo), Team 8 dispersed in a wide pattern through the streets surrounding the bank building. Relying on the plans of the building, the sewers and telecom access passages, and the surrounding buildings, Team 8 surrounded the building, dispatching their snipers to the rooftops of buildings nearby. Sweeping the sewers, the Gurkha, Ahmet Khim, led his tunnel rats up into the bowels of the building. At the same time, Jonathan Tyler demonstrated the cunning that made Norman Schwartzkopf declare him the King of Dirty Tricks by coming in through the air ducts in the womens restroom in the lobby. Wotansdottir herself approached the fire entrance and, with the assistance of Phillipe La Souris du Sant-Michel (Team 8s quartermaster and master security expert), disarmed the cameras, alarm, and lock. At exactly 8:47 pm, Team 8 executed a textbook three-pronged entry into the building, securing the ground floor and lobby within two minutes.
At 8:53 pm, the Anglo Irish Bank building imploded.
Examination of the rubble shows that the buildings foundation had been wired to explode with professionally rigged demolition charges. The 16-story building collapsed in on itself with all the expected noise and debris, covering the evacuated area in a cloud of dust. During this brief period, unknown assailants assassinated the Team 8 snipers, cutting their throats during the confusion. No member of Team 8 survived past 9:00 pm on June 22, 2001.
In addition to the 20 members of Team 8, the collapsing office building killed 429 people that were in the the Anglo Irish Bank building or the surrounding buildings (several of which partially collapsed due to falling debris). As the Internation Red Cross, the Anodyne Foundation, and other rescue aid organizations rushed to the site, the Austrian government scrambled to save who they could. Rescue workers managed to save an additional 106, but the damage was done. Wotansdottirs body was found, crushed to death on the third floor. Most of her team was found and identified, but all of them had been mangled by the explosion.
The world went into shock at the announcement of Wotansdottirs death. One heros death was a tragedy, but could be accepted; earlier heroes had died and been memorialized (the most well known being the Patriot, who had died at Bastogne, holding the line against the German assault). But never had two heroes fallen in action so closely together, and the accompanying loss of bystanders was overwhelming. Shock rapidly turned to fury, and the nations of the world dove back into their investigations. No suspect was discarded without thorough examination. Several powerful criminal organizations, weakened by the original investigation following Champions death, simply ceased to exist as their numbers were overrun by the fervor of the world.
The remaining heroes were not exempt from this mania. Nocturne could be found anywhere, combing the underworlds of cities from Los Angeles to Istanbul for information. Criminal kingpins and godfathers began to truly fear the dark, for any shadow could hide the Night Warrior, and he was on the warpath. Where Nocturne wasnt, the Hunter was, his blunt-tipped taser arrows and nets replaced with broadheads and paralytic darts. The black and red fletched arrows could be found stuck in walls and trees from the Pampas to the Pacific Northwest. Both heroes attacked the investigation with a vengeance, but the Hunter seemed obsessed. Close confidants of Wotansdottir revealed later that the mysterious archer and the warrior woman had maintained an irregular relationship as lovers. It is believed that, during this time, the Hunter was killed, although his body was not found for another six months.
Despite the investigations, no more evidence could be found regarding the terrorists who had taken control of the Anglo Irish Bank building. Nemo was an alias used by a number of European terrorists (being Latin for no one, it was perfect for anonymity), but none of them admitted to knowing who had organized the attack. The world mourned the loss of the warrior woman and her team; Sweden flew all flags at half-mast for a month, and sponsored funerals and services for each member of Team 8 in their native countries. The United Nations erected a monument to the fallen soldiers in New York.
Slowly, the shock passed. The people of the world recovered, but this time, they were a little more afraid. The various law enforcement agencies of the worlds nations did not table the investigation this time; instead, a task force of agents from the former NATO nations began re-examining both deaths, looking for something that would indicate a common link. Something had happened to two of the heroes of the world, and the whole world held its breath, hoping that it wouldnt happen again.
That hope was in vain.
Ebony the Black Dragon
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Most of the public seemed happy to blame the public enemies, like Schreck
It wasn't me! I swear!
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(except for the Martians, who sent a public communiqu through NASA and the ESA, expressing their condolences and offering an ironclad alibi).
Set up the appearance of the tinfoil-hat brigade, and then subvert it neatly.
Nicely done. This is a hell of a setup for a game.
Hell, this is a hell of a setup for a novel, you realize that?

-- Bob
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It's a "magical" land. I think "magical" is ancient Greek for "pain in the butt". -- Bun-Bun, Sluggy Freelance, 11/9/03
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Set up the appearance of the tinfoil-hat brigade, and then subvert it neatly.
Yeah. I actually have some ideas to follow up on it. Whether or not the Death of Heroes extends beyond our atmosphere is still up in the air.
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Nicely done. This is a hell of a setup for a game.
Hell, this is a hell of a setup for a novel, you realize that?
Yup. I had considered that as well. The problem is that it's all backstory right now. We'll see; maybe the Muse will smack me with the Triphammer of Inspiration.
Oh, as an added bit, Wotansdottir is currently a Level 9 Broadsword/Super Reflexes Scrapper on Champion. I don't play her often, though.Ebony the Black Dragon
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Yeah. I actually have some ideas to follow up on it.
Can't wait to see them implemented. I'm really enjoying this in a "can't-believe-it-happened" way.
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Yup. I had considered that as well. The problem is that it's all backstory right now. We'll see; maybe the Muse will smack me with the Triphammer of Inspiration.
I wish you luck and inspiration, then.

-- Bob
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It's a "magical" land. I think "magical" is ancient Greek for "pain in the butt". -- Bun-Bun, Sluggy Freelance, 11/9/03
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Re: The Death of a Hero, Part 3: The Hunter
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He was the Hunter, and he showed us that not all went in fire.
The Hunter was not the international celebrity that many metahumans were. Where Champion was always on the front page, and Wotansdottir could be seen on the television, the Hunter was rarely mentioned. Even Nocturne, whose methods made it nearly impossible for anyone to interview him, was more well known. Nocturne was the subject of urban legends and nightmares everywhere. Few people outside of the police and the criminal underworld even knew of the Hunter.
Those that did, however, were glad they did. The Hunter was exactly that, a hunter of men. Clad in a dark uniform with distinctive crimson highlights and carrying the finest high-tech bow and arrows, he could be found mostly on the West Coast of the United States, tracking and subduing criminals. Few criminals ever saw him, until it was too late. A master tracker and expert in guerilla warfare, he would find his quarry, hunt them down, and bring them to ground.
The Hunters tools were highly varied. The bow and arrows that he commonly used were modern, high tech, and state-of-the-art. His accuracy was amazing; his abduction of The Maniac during a Seahawks game was a shot over 60 yards away, through a paniced crowd. The arrows he used were varied, but he most often used a blunt-tipped variety that acted like a taser or stun gun, imparting an electric shock in addition to the stunning force on impact. In addition, he carried grapple lines, smoke and flash grenades, and other gadgets. In his few appearances in public, he was accompanied by small, flying devices that he referred to as his hounds. These machines appeared to be small robots that provided him with reconnaissance and defense capabilities.
While the Hunters attitude towards the press was blunt and taciturn (when asked what his powers were, he replied, I hunt.), his actions towards the public were nothing but altruistic. People from Vancouver to Phoenix had stories of the mysterious figure, saving them from kidnappers, robberies, rapes, and other crimes. The Hunter often crossed paths with Champion in Southern California, during wildfire season, and the more public hero spoke highly of the archer. During the Troll Invasion, the Hunter descended into the Carlsbad Caverns, skirting the invading army to rescue trapped tourists. Without the Hunters efforts, the counterattack led by Champion would have been stymied by the presence of hostages, but when the battle was over, the Hunter could not be found. Assisting him in this was the fey and whimsical mystic known as Nightengale, who provided him with the cold iron arrowheads needed to harm the invaders, and who, when asked about the Hunters absence, cheerfully nattered on about the saguaro cactus for seven minutes before saying, He is a Finder; he is needed elsewhere.
Theories about the Hunter are nowhere as prevalent as those about Nocturne, simply because of his anonymity, but a few exist. His skill with the bow and arrow and in fieldcraft was indicative of specialized training generally only found in the military or among survivalists, and the cutting-edge nature of his equipment demonstrated a surplus of capital, plus the contacts to provide him access to technology. Given the unusual combination, it would seem easy to find someone in the Pacific Northwest that matched the skill set, but the Hunters ability to stay out of sight was not limited to his costumed activities, for no suspects have ever been suggested that did not have some factor that excluded them.
The Hunter seemed to have little in the way of what could be defined as powers, although most agree that his ability to track and find people was disturbingly preternatural. More than one criminal currently serving time in the California, Oregon, or Washington System of Corrections had erased his or her trail as thoroughly as they thought possible, only to have the Hunter find them. It is theorized, based on eyewitness accounts of the measures that criminals had gone to in order to remain hidden and the lack of evidence pointing to missing persons, that the Hunters abilities were psychic in nature, allowing him to track someone without physical evidence of their presence.
It is not known when the Hunter began his relationship with the warrior woman known as Wotansdottir. Historians who focus on those events featuring superheroes can confirm that the first time that he was involved in an operation that Wotansdottir was also involved in was the kidnapping of the children of the Italian ambassador by Il Duca Nero while they were visiting Disneyland in 1994. The two heroes encountered each other during simultaneous rescue operations, and their cooperation allowed a two-pronged operation. While Wotansdottir engaged Il Duco in his black battlesuit, the Hunter was able to disable the guards and rescue the hostages. Once the children were free, the Hunter sniped at the smuggler, distracting him until Wotansdottir could strike a disabling blow with her broadsword. In one of the few appearances when the Hunter did not disappear before the press could arrive, Wotansdottir publicly praised his ability and effort in the rescue, and convinced him to appear in public again, two days later, when the Italian ambassdor publicly thanked him for his assistance. The Hunter has been seen with Wotansdottir at two other events, but it has been theorized that the vigilante revealed his identity to her at some point between 1994 and her death in 2001.
The normally subtle and generally unseen Hunter became very public shortly after Wotansdottirs demise. Law enforcement in the Western Hemisphere began to receive indication that the vigilante was scouring the West Coast for clues to the identity of Nemo. Several paramilitary criminal organizations and militias were scattered in precise, surgical attacks that left the suspects injured and unable to flee. Authorities, alerted by anonymous tips, arrived to find evidence in easy access and the scene literally peppered with red-and-black fletched arrows. It was the busted slavery ring in Rio de Janiero that had the first indications that the Hunter was taking the investigation of Wotansdottirs death much more seriously than he had any other crime; a number of the slavers had been injured by arrows with conventional broadhead tips. The Hunter had changed to lethal ammunition.
The Starman later related that he had encountered the Hunter near the Macchu Pichu ruins in Peru, tracking down the leaders of a drug cartel. After insisting once again that he liked Peru because the climate reminded him of his home planet and that Von Daniken was a certifiable fraud, Zhail explained that the Hunter seemed obsessed with finding out who Nemo was. He related that the vigilante had gone beyond what might be considered acceptable behavior and was dangerously close to torture and other unacceptable methods. He went on to say that he had attempted to calm the Hunter and convince him to rest and coordinate with the other heroes who were investigating, but the Hunter had refused. The Starman had not pressed the matter because he felt that he had reached the vigilante and pulled him back from the brink of madness, but that the Hunter had refused to rest and had headed east into the jungles of Brazil. This meeting, which occurred in October of 2001, shortly after Zhail and Nocturne had prevented the destruction of the World Trade Center by terrorists, is believed to be the last sighting of the Hunter before his body was found six months later.
On March 18, 2002, a National Geographic magazine expedition traveled into Western Brazil, following the Amazon. While taking shelter during a seasonal storm, one of the photographers stumbled across the remains of a human corpse. The body had been scavenged and very few of the bones remained, but what remains existed were clad in a torn and stained black and red uniform and the Hunters trademark bow and arrows lay nearby. Understanding what they had found, the expedition immediately contacted their base camp further downriver, who in turn, passed the message on to the magazine publishers, who then passed it on to the authorities. Within a few days, Dr. Tomorrow had the area cordoned off and was going over it with every forensic instrument at his command.
Sadly, the British superscientist could find little in the way of evidence. That it was the Hunter, he had no doubt. Despite the Hunters anonymity, Dr. Tomorrow had managed to acquire information that would accurately identify the vigilante. (It was revealed in the process that Dr. Tomorrow had similar information on several other very private heroes, which led to several burglary attempts on his Yorkshire laboratory by the costumed thief known as the Infiltrator. The Infiltrator, a.k.a. Wilson James, is currently serving seven years in the British Prison System, due to the efficacy of Dr. Tomorrows security.) In addition to the doctors identification of the corpse, a thorough examination of the surroundings found the wrecked shell of one of the robotic hounds, further confirming the identity of the body.
Dr. Tomorrow spent a week on site, cautiously claiming the remains and any evidence as to how the Hunter died. He spent another three weeks ensconced in his labs, delegating all but his most vital research to his staff. At the end of the three weeks, he spoke with the world press, telling them that, as far as he could tell given the evidence, the Hunter had suffered an injury and died of exposure and malnutrition. He issued a general statement to the public, asking for anyone who knew of the Hunters true identity to contact him, so that next of kin could be notified and funereal arrangements could be made. He went on to say, The common man has lost a true defender today. The world is a little more frightening.
Startlingly, less than 24 hours after his first press conference, Dr. Tomorrow called another. This time, he was accompanied to the press conference by Nightengale. The San Francisco-based mystic was amazingly on topic as she addressed the crowd of reporters. In a mournful voice, she informed them that the Hunter had died in violence. According to her, the Hunter had been ambushed in the jungle, by someone she referred to as a Beast in stolen skin, and left to die. She went on to say that the omens were worsening, predicting that other heroes would die, if this Beast was not found and stopped. Given the deaths of Champion and Wotansdottir, and the violent rage that had forced the Chinese Navy to kill Aquus in November 2001, many people took her assertions to heart. Finally, she said that she would take the Hunters remains home to his family, and that he would be buried in private, as unknown as he was in life, but that she would make sure that no one forgot him. In July 2002, Nightengale presided over the dedication of a small shrine to the Hunter in Vancouver, British Columbia, where his last bow and arrows can be seen to this day.
Of note, the Serbian-American gangster Andrej Petrovi, sometimes known as The Beast, disavowed (and continues to disavow) any knowledge of the Hunters death, despite the fact that the vigilante was directly responsible for Petrovis arrest in 1999.
The Hunter had fallen, and the Underworld celebrated. For a brief period, the crime rate on the West Coast of America rose, but then it dipped sharply as sightings of Nocturne and the Everyman increased in that part of the country. Several less known vigilantes took over areas of the Hunters territory, but they were poor substitutes. The world became, as Dr. Tomorrow had said, a little more frightening, as people took Nightengale at her word and prepared for more tragedy to come.
They were not long in waiting.
Ebony the Black Dragon
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Tantalizing, intriguing, saddening...
More, please!
The only editorial comment I have to make is that you used "impart" twice in one sentence early on:
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The arrows he used were varied, but he most often used a blunt-tipped variety that acted like a taser or stun gun, imparting an electric shock in addition to the stunning force that they imparted on impact.
It detracts from the sentence.

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I didn't notice it at the time, but perhaps just "Stunning force of impact"?
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Thanks. This is, of course, what happens when you write something not work-related while at work. I'll change it in the master.Ebony the Black Dragon
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No prob.

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