The Doorway has opened....(SUB PLOT)

Finally he got home, he was plastered but feeling a little better. At least that night he was going to sleep well. His shirt was untucked and his suit half hanging off of him. His trousers were soaked with water and grime from the street and he clutched his case in his hand. It took him several attempts to put the key in the hole and he hope that when he walked past the first bedroom that his daughter would be fast asleep there. Finally he managed to unlock his door, or at least he thought he unlocked it, he opened the door and walked in. He was shattered, the first bedroom door was always shut and he kicked his muddy shoes off and hooked his jacket on a peg and stumbled forwards.

He did not notice that things had been rummaged through as he moved further in, he pushed daughter's door open but the bed was made as normal his heart sank as he realised that she was not there and the baby sitter was nowhere to be found. He finally got to the kitchen and put his hand in the already opened cupboard to retrieve a glass. He did not even notice that the kitchen had been looked through. He poured himself a glass of water and steadied himself on the work top as he let his emotions show. He grabbed the phone and attempted to dial the number but he heard a sound coming right outside his door and a figure peeping through his window.

He thought he was alone, he thought no one would see him cry at that point. His breath stank of alcohol and he looked more tired than ever. He drank the water trying to drown out the whisky inside his stomach. The tap was still running, much like the tears down his face, the water was gathering in the washing up bowl gradually filling up. He was oblivious to his surroundings all that he was aware of was the dull ache of the daughter apparently missing.

Thats when he heard it. The truck the damn ice cream truck driving down the street. At first he thought nothing of it but then he thought about it, It had to be close to 3am. He opened the door and the headlights from the truck illuminated the entire street as it drove slowly down the road. The sky had turned a blood red and maybe 4-5 houses down what looked to be a swirling vortex of red energy made horrifying noises that clung to the air. It was a weird hybrid between a scream and a screech .

As the truck drove past a clown dressed figure would be the driver. His voice a raspy yet playful tone. "Off you went thinking your children were fine, come back to see that their souls are mine! They can return to you safely, or their heads on a pike. This is an invitation for heroes and villains alike! I'll snatch every baby born, why they are tender and frail. If you wish to stop the baby snatching clown then follow him to HELL!!" The man tried with all his might to move from his porch but he could not. Even seeing his daughter behind the truck. "Catch" The clown would say tossing him the decapitated head of his babysitter. The short fat clown was no more than 5 feet tall with crooked yellow teeth he did not mind sharing when he smiled. Soon all og the children would be lead through the portal.......Unless they were stopped.

"First zombies and now evil ice cream vans from hell?" Thought the orange blur, as it shot through the streets and straight towards the odd portal. It didn't take a rocket scientist to tell the burning red sky meant something fowl was going on in New York. As Chronas arrived on the scene wearing her new and improved outfit, her brain began to analyze the situation at superhuman speeds. An ice cream truck with a weird driver was going straight towards the portal and pretty much announcing that he was the bad guy. The children seemed to be brainwashed, or something, considering they were headed towards the portal aswell. And no average child would be walking towards a portal to hell. Making sure to stay directly behind the van, and out of the clown's point of view, she would make her way between the children and the van. Without waiting, she would begin to spin both arms at an accelerated rate of speed, causing two vortexes to form. The strong winds would blow the children back, and away from the van. It was probably not the best way to separate them from the deranged clown, but it pushed them far enough away for the portal not to claim them as its own. Chronas made sure to stay aware of her surroundings. Using the blades at the end of her gloves, she'd spin her body towards the ground to slash the two back tires of the van in a single motion. Of course, the clown could have tried anything to stop this. If he did, it would have certainly changed her game plan up at any second, causing her to do a different action than before. If it was successful, however; she'd continue her motion and press her back to the wall on the side of the street, making sure to keep her head down and to remain alert.

Abilities & Weapons:

The Sky was RED. Whoop-yd-do. At least now he could blend in this the populace, but it was frustrating sometimes to be sooo much slower then he was before. Being something of a giant did have certain advantages in departments such as overall speed. Grinning to himself, South set off at a smart trot in the general direction of the red colouration, before quickly realising that he was unforgivably slow when it came to getting across town. It wasn't like he could jump as high or as long any more, so he would have to come to a more productive solution.
Hijack a heavily armoured mode of transportation and use that. Nodding to himself, South once again struck up his quick pace, the direction of his gait heading into the residential district, hopefully killing two birds with one stone. He had seen large cleaning machines that frequently visited those parts to collect waste. Yes, such a medium of speed would do well for approaching a situation at pace while maintaining a certain level of protection. Of course, gaining access to one proved to be a relatively easy exercise, while not the usual pursuit of leisure, beyond knocking on the door, pulling out the driver, spinning him in mid-air- and then curb stomping his head until he appeared he was unlikely to get up again in a hurry- stealing the man's cell phone was also a almost instinctual habit.
Contrary to what one might believe, South was well indoctrinated in the casual everyday acts such as driving, and locating gas, brake, and gear box were all South needed to know. It wasn't like he actually intended on indicating on where he was going or picking up anything with the hydraulic arm. Smiling to himself, South eased the large behemoth into the gear that dictated the forwards motion. Trundling along the streets, progressively moving towards the red light that flared upwards, but far more prominent then that was the unearthly screams echoing from a few streets away. Reaching into his pocket, South withdrew the previously take phone, quick dialling the police, he blew the entire situation out of proportion, or at least to his knowledge he did, having no previous experience, he merely got the situation worked up enough that at the very least, they would have some major back-up, maybe SWAB or whatever major crime fighting organisation there was currently in power. Rounding the corner, South saw a certain person crouched in front of the event that he was targeting, not having any knowledge as to her appearance, South put the 'pedal to the medal' as certain groups might put it. South fully intended to ram down the ice-cream van and the clown. If they happened to turn in time to see the large bucket of steel, rubbish and other assorted items bearing down on them, they might happen to view a certain blonde haired person at the wheel, a suitably large grin to match the relatively fast pace they were moving at.

Driving through New York on a late night was something Arrow normally did but what he didn't expect was his cellphone going off mid ride.. He slowed down and picked up his phone It was S.H.I.E.L.D Arrow spoke "Red Arrow agent of S.H.I.E.L.D speaking" his tone was rather that of someone sarcastic and a voice came from the phone "Well hello.. Arrow long time no speak? Anyway we have a disturbance going on and your near the infected area.. We nee you to go in and make sure things are alright. Can you manage that?" Oh dear mother of jesus.. That was Jacks. He was a homosexual man whom was interested in Arrow but Arrow didn't do that kinda thing.. Anyway Arrow would laugh before replying "Haha.. Jack I got this." Jacks would let out a deep breath before speaking again "I hope you like clowns." Arrow was still laughing when he heard that then suddenly stopped. Traffic started swerving and he had a serious face now. He would speak into the phone or rather scream "WHAT?" Arrow would hear nothing as he figured Jack hung the phone up.. Arrow closed his eyes and took a deep breath before remembering he had a huge fear of clowns.. They creeped him out. He could fight an alien from space but clowns just bug him out for some reason..

Some information would come up on his eyes.. His mask was being synced with information... It was the coordinates of where he needed to go and he actually knew that place.. He had an old flame that lived over there. Maybe he could get a NAFTA after his mission was done. He clicked the tiny button on the side of his domino mask and turned it off. He then made a U-turn with the red phantom and started driving in the opposite direction... He would start speeding and skipping red lights out driving every car in his lane until he saw a #21 bus coming at him with the chance of hitting him.. He then swerved around it and nipped it in the back causing him to spin. He then hit the breaks causing him to spin and he would pull back going up into a wheely then he would put the peddle to the grips and start twisting causing him to speed away again. He would notice an ally that connected the next 3 blocks and decided to cut through their in order to make the ride much shorter. While riding through water and rats splashed and homeless people waved. Arrow came from the ally and zoomed past a 99 Camaro and jumped right on the highway. He was almost there now but he still had to prep himself in order to handle this situation.

While on the highway Arrow noticed a red sky... Like the sky was literally red and for some reason he felt at home in this situation.. Wait why was a clown causing a red sky to be admitted? You know what nevermind.. The answer is probably just as bad. Anyway as he drove through the highway he noticed traffic wasn't anywhere to be found.. Considering it was 3AM and what not he could believe this but yet it was still odd. He was in New York with no traffic? Yea something was up. He would lean forward as he went as fast as his bike could possibly go causing skid marks to appear all throughout the floor.. By the time he made it to the Cul-de-sac. As he started driving in he noticed or well heard a very ominous noise.. It sounded like an ice cream truck for some reason... Arrow knew that was bad news so he did the only smart thing. He stopped his bike and started running to the area of contact. He would get off the bike first and deactivate its coding of course but seriously an ice cream truck at 3AM in the Cul-De-Sac didn't make any sense.. He felt like that clown was behind this. As he got close to the infected area he decided it was in his best interest to prepare himself. With his guns and knives and various tools he still decided to use his arrow and bow combination. He would pull the bow from next to his quiver with his left hand and punch with it thus activating it.. He then pulled 3 Arrows out of his quiver and aimed himself to attack.. He noticed someone trying to ram the ice cream truck and he noticed a blur of something but couldn't make it out.. Arrow didn't care because he saw some kids literally walking into a portal wait no the blur had removed them just in time.. If she didn't save them in time he noticed they were 20 meters behind the car following it.. For some reason he didn't trust this and then he noticed a weird figure in the truck driving through the portal.. BOOM that exact moment he released 3 arrows. One had a red top and it was going to the fuel tank and that one had quite the hot punch. As for the other two arrows he shot off on they were regular arrows and they were meant for stopping the front tire which was viewable to Arrow and the same for the back one.. All 3 of his arrows had targets and they were clear shots because he was only 53 yards away and he aimed them with clear perfect marksmenship.

Oh how enjoyable this was, his catch in town and his truck in drive, he would leave none of these children alive, not a single one, no not any, unless he was stopped but time wasn't plenty. The portal was near, and the kids in tow, could anyone stop him? It was safe to say 'no'.

Even as the Hellish Ice-Cream Truck trundled down the street, the Clown heard someone over the bastardized version of the common Ice Cream theme. An almost imperceptible, patter of light footsteps, incredibly quick, and approaching him from behind. "Oh a noise, but what could it be? A hero? A villain? Oh shall we see?" He placed a hand up to his ear and almost comically, his ear grew to the size of a trashcan lid, letting him hear everything around. Yes, those were footsteps, yes they were. But that wasn't all, not all that he heard. A car, a heavy car, running up to his side, aiming to ram him, to make the cars collide. "Oh, no, no, no, this just won't do. The children now belong to me, you see, not to any of you!" With this, the Clown slammed his fist on the dashboard, sending a white and red wave of energy through the truck, into the ground and through the ground, into the children. "You think you can stop me, that I can see, but you can't even touch us, if we're not 3D!" The Clown practically screeched this out through the loudspeaker, and with his shout, he, the truck, and the Children, all seemed to disappear, flattening and exiting the three-dimensional plane. Now, they appeared as they would as though they were seen from above.

The Clown cackled loudly as he looked up through the two-dimensional windshield, up at the third dimension as a girl spun above them, was she really trying to blow the children out of the way? How incredibly juvenile! It would take much more than that to free his captives. Stifling a chuckle when she also moved to slash where the tires of the truck had been moments before. "Good, good, see what you can do! You want to save the children right? It's true? Better do it soon, their time is quick as well, and when it runs out...THEY WILL BE TAKEN TO HELL!" The girl had moved away from the Clown and his truck, but that wasn't all, there was still the car, which was now seen to be a large Garbage Truck, had closed the gap. But instead of colliding as would happen with a Three Dimensional object, it simply ran straight over the Two Dimensional Truck, Clown, and Kids. So simple-minded. Were these people really 'super' at all?

With a laugh and another slam of his fist on the dash, the truck, children and himself all returned to the third dimension, that much closer to the portal to the Underworld. Only then, when they had returned to normal, did the Clown hear the wizz of arrows coming his way. "Ooo, more heroes come to play? Alright, I'll bite, but with your lives you shall pay!" With dexterity ill-befitting one of his small size and plump disposition, the clown whipped out a long thin balloon and in a blur of motion defying the physics of a person, he blew it up, tied it off and shaped it into the likeness of the Ice Cream Truck, complete with small balloon stubs where each child stood behind the truck. "Can't have you blowing up the truck, it's mine it is, and losing it, I'd be outta luck!" Putting both of his hands on the balloon, Clown squished it, causing it to shorten in length, and when it did, so did the real truck. The three arrows that were fired all simple zoomed harmlessly past the truck, one, which Clown noticed had a red tip, hit the side of a small building on the side of the road, resulting in an explosion much like the ones that he knew from his home in Hell. As for the other two arrows, they simply flew past the front and back tires, sticking in the ground around the truck.

Clown put the balloon truck down and returned the real truck to normal, grabbing the pager as well as the wheel and screamed once more, this time in a rather delighted/demented tone. "Oh ho ho! The destruction I like! But shouldn't you want to save the little tikes? Keep shooting explosives like that, and I'll show you one of my tricks from the back! I think I will just give you a taste, after all I don't want my show to go to waste!"

With a snap of the Clown's fingers, the back of the Ice Cream Truck suddenly sprouted weapons of all kinds, all over-sized and disproportional versions of normal weapons. Cannons with five foot wide barrels but one foot wide mouths, Gatling guns with hundreds of nozzles, fat, stout missiles, and of course, the standard ACME crates of explosives, all ready to be launched by large slingshots attached to the truck. And finally, the only regular weapons on the truck, pistols on the back doors, each trained on a different child's head. "You wanna save the kids, gotta come with us you realize, make too much more trouble for me here and they each get one right between the eyes!"

[OOC: Right then, the logic is simple. The 2-D Ice-Cream Van is essentially a piece of paper on a road, albeit slightly heavier then normal. It hasn't been specified that it fitted along the asphalt, which has spikes and so on when it is laid down. Oh and Chrony gave me permission to post in front of her, due to nothing to work with.]
The Ice-Cream van might have felt that collapsing onto the road was perhaps- a suitable escape from the thundering refuse lorry that South was currently piloting, but unfortunately; this was not to be true.
Placing his foot down on the brake, South attempted to halt his path above the flat sheet of both children and a certain incredibly rude clown. Well, per say it hadn't actually cussed yet, but stealing children could be considered the height of bad manners, who knew what deeds such a suspicious individual might do with the poor innocent souls. It was the gloves, South decided, black gloves. Not that he had actually seen the clown wearing them, but from the imagery his imagination had conjured up for him, the plump, red nosed individual did wear black gloves. Grinning to himself, South let out a most horrible laugh as he braked along the road, dragging the 2-D Van along with him. Truth be told, he had purposefully stopped the motion of the wheels right where he visualised the clown to be seated, and twisted the wheels back and forth as he slid along the asphalt, the motion of the truck quickly carrying it across the surface. The children were likely all dead, the pair of wheels having run over their heads, if any had indeed survived -and such an eventuality was very unlikely- they would perish as soon as the spikes of the road would puncture the floor from the overwhelming pressure from above crushed them. Cackling madly to himself, South released his hold over the brake method, and swerved away from the portal and down the street.

OOC: Ugh i don't feel like posting right now nor do I feel like calling this hit but I must -_-. Crazy mad clown never specifies the timing of him going to the ground.. Well he does but South never states when he rides over the truck so here i go making assumptions... Assuming. Considering the low angle the arrow was shooting at I doubt it could hit an apartment at unspecified amount of length away.. Also Its a Mr.Softee ice cream truck so shut up -_- Not to mention the arrows weren't stopped in a logical way

The car flattened and the arrows used by Arrow all hit the ground.. With 1 of the 3 exploded and at a bad timing also.... Another car had decided to drive on pass hitting the children in the process which weren't saved and he also managed to find the frontal region of his car over an exploding arrow.. BOOM the explosion went off and the car exploded, No matter what the damage was done and anything in that car or around it was now dead. No one could survive the damage which was done to the engine and all the oils and gasses under the hood. No matter how this was saw the least amount of damage humanly sustained from this was that was 1st degree burns... Oh wait the car began rolling into the portal... Its tires were shot and had nothing to stop them.. From here Arrow would slowly slide behind a tree vanishing into the darkness.

OoC: Umm..yea I'll just exclude myself from this part. Too much stuff going on at once. Logic seems to be thin with South's post and Arrow's post, as I'm pretty sure the clown is breaking all logic of our world for his dodges. If he flattened down like paper, the truck wouldn't shred it to pieces o.O It'd most likely drive over it unless it specifically stopped, hit the parking break and started to burn rubber on it. And for Arrow's post, all the timing was vague, so there really isn't anything to be abused there. But I'll let the clown deal with that, as I stand off to the side like a good girl.

Chronas would simply run up the building to get out of the way of all the attacks. This would put her above all where she could look down and watch the scene without interruption. As a speedster, she was very limited to what she could do next.

So little did this gathering group of extremely talented individuals know that this entire suburban neighborhood on the outskirts of New York was getting a lot of attention. Perhaps they had been too involved with each other to even have paid attention. This large culdesac where the portal had appeared was all the buzz. On the news by the copters hovering high above, shining their spotlights down on everything, catching every moment. Crowds of people had come out of their homes within the neighborhood and even from neighboring neighborhoods. Everyone was gathering around the culdesac, in between houses, in their cars, standing on their cars, and some brave ones climbing to the rooftops of various two story houses. It was just like human nature to be drawn to a spectacle of this sort in ignorance of the danger they may be putting themselves in. Amongst the man that had come to watch, recording with their cellphones and cameras the acts of these super individuals, was Dante. Dante was incognito, blending with the norm of a crowd. He was wearing blue jeans, a white t-shirt, black boots, and a red hoodie, the hood down. He had already watched everything up to this very moment from a distance, remembering that the girl with inhuman speed was on the roof of a home at the edge of the culdesac. The crowd of people had already gathered since the arrival of the portal, and the new copters arrived only a few minutes after they, catching everything when the ice cream truck had flattened to nothing along with the kids. Yes, this was prime time television right here. Dante was on the further side of the culdesac, a safe distance away from where the ice cream truck, garbage truck, and portal were. However from here his view was much more clear, better than what he had before. He could get a good view of everything and everyone involved now, while being hidden amongst the crowd. Dante himself would not stand out to anyone, to anyone he was just another awestruck and naive civilian, but of course that was not true. So now the voyeur of this supernatural event would continue his observation. He wanted to know what this portal lead to, why it was here, who these other people were, and how exactly the ice cream truck flattened itself to practically nothing. He would watch, looking past the heads of those in front of him. His hands pulling out of his pockets a cell phone, recording everything from here on like those around him.

Arrows were shot he was drug and so many other things that should have been his demise yet the clown seemed to disappear and the scenery would turn to the neighborhood it was before. It became daylight and flowers bloomed once again the children that were once slaves of the clown were now playing within the neighborhood. The birds were chirping loudly as the paperboy was making his route throughout the area. All seemed peaceful around the group of capes that had entered the area.

The neighbor who had witnessed the horrifying even would come outside and address them. "Hello you guys don't look like you are from around here. Can I help you?" he would wait a minute and whether they answered or not he would repeat the question over and over "can I help you, can I help you, can I help you, can I help you" It was then that the clown would sit on top of the house. In his deceivingly diabolical voice he would speak to them. "You know they say that hell is repetition" he would bounce around like a cartoon character from house to house taking the form of a huge ball before coming to a stop and laughing.

"oh yea this is where I'm suppose to rhyme give me a second" he would pause with his hand on his chin before he nodded in approval and began speaking. "You know what f*ck it". You idiots were so focused on the swirly portal looking thing you didn't notice that was not the portal. This entire neighborhood was the portal." he flopped down from on top of the house and walked to the street sign that said Chell 1666. He would wipe the C and the 1 from the words street sign and the children and the neighbors would all turn into hideous demons.

There skin was a glowing red and their teeth became jagged fangs. Their eyes would glow a deep crimson and the serene area would begin to burn, The temperature would begin to raise or so it seemed as the supers would no doubt begin to sweat immediately unless they had some form of heat protection. There had to be at least two dozen demons and they would all begin to attack the supers. More would be seen coming out of the burning houses as they would surround the supers coming from all angles the two dozen would quickly turn into hundreds but as they surrounded the talented individuals none would attack yet.

ooc: on iPad with little time and bandwidth

South continued his drive down the street, whistling a merry tune as he rocketed along, the bus full of kids all dead, aside from that rather annoying clown. Speaking of which, he had located in the rear view mirror, bouncing around and defying the laws of reality. So round two really, nothing had changed. And so he camped at the end of the street, the wailing of the policee sirens growing louder. They could be expected to be here soon.....ish.
While the clown crowed and postured, South was reading the instruction manual. When the Clown turned the entire portion of the population in demons and changed the rather plesant atmosphere outside, South rather happily turned on the air conditioning to it's maximum. Effectively defusing the threat.
His search had also yielded information on how to wield the hydrolic arm. Extending aforementioned machinery out, South proceeded to tear down the street, using the truck as a battering ram and the arm as a blunt blade, unless the monsters proved too agile for such a course of action. The female could always blow them into him, but he doubted she would. Hollow like that.

"Oh wow. How cute." The blonde would say, as she placed a hand on her chin and studied the scene. The one in the garbage truck was abit too reckless for her liking. Running over children? Tch, disgusting even. His whole display only annoyed the clown, and cost the lives of a few others. To make things worst, apparently the whole block was the portal, not just that swirly crap. The heat began to rise, and with this, Chronas began to shake her head. The symbiote was something that despised heat..and though she had control of it at the moment, it was getting even more uncomfortable with the sudden change of heat. Fanning herself, the look of annoyance became apparent, as the 'innocent bystanders' began to transform into what appeared to be demons. Man New York was crazy! First zombies and now this? Chronas had the mind to run away from this disaster, but what kind of hero would she be if she did such a thing? Who's to say this event wouldn't spread further than this neighborhood? What if the small girl living at the motel go involved with this clown's problems? That thought alone put Chronas on edge. She was never the hero type, but the girl made her wish to become one.

With her current position on the rooftop of the building, she'd continue to scout and watch as the truck made its way through the crowds of people. Her blades were ready and in hand, if things were to get abit hairy. Being down on the street level would do nothing but put her in a bad spot. There wouldn't be enough room to run around with hundreds of demons swarming the area, and running through them wouldn't be a breeze with a madman behind the wheel of the garbage truck. Instead, she would continue to watch and wait..Wait to make her move in an instant..All she needed was that one moment to strike, and she'd take it very soon.

Seeing as how old this thread is there is no reason for there to be exits, now prestige it.