Ray was awoken from his slumber by the sound an explosion, most likely some psychopathic super. he picked himself from couch clenching his chest creating a swarm of microscopic minions over his wounds, living tissue. He proceeded outside after scavenging through the fridge once more pulling out large wine bottle. He exited the apartment building firing jolts of energy at supers causing them to burst into pools of blood and gore. he shifted his head towards Mr terrible who was killing crazies and destroying buildings.

"Looks like your having fun." Ray said with a demonic smile on his face.

"yep, cause I`ve realized something I`ve been too obsessed with revenge when I could just be having fun" terrible laughed throwing a lighting bolt into the street causing one super to explode into a charred pile of guts.

" so anyways enough about me, how have you been" terrible asked ray before laughing manically.

Ray shrugged as he heard Terry's question "I've been better." He shifted his head towards a bunch of crazies leaping towards him, he swiped his clawed hand across the air creating a wall of darkness to pass through the supers, turning them into a pile of charred skeletons.

"I got killed by the fucking light bulb and her boy friends, I looked kinda like that for a few minutes" He said pointing down at the charred skeletons.

"ohhhh that sucks but hey at least now you lock fucking awesome" terrible laughed as summoned a lance made of lightning and did his best spear fisherman impression.

"yeah this might be an issue later but where are those guys anyway I mean Catherine sorta disappeared on me but that still does`nt explain where your enemies are....or did you kill them because if so congrats" terrible clapped slightly creating several small waves of lightning into the street below.

"Tragically their still alive, however that really isn't a problem." Ray said with a smile on his face. "My mind attack seems to immobilize all of them, other then the one who can control gravity. he appears to be able to fight it off for the most part, the two other guys hit the ground crying." Ray raised the wine bottle he had swiped earlier out towards Terry "Want a drink?"

"sure, I blasted an entire city block the last time I had a drink but I`m sure I`ve done worse today so why not get me a drink" terrible laughed before creating a glass made of water before freezing the water creating a ice glass.

"you want one" terrible said making another ice glass.

Ray glanced down at the ice glass, it brightly shined as the sun reflected off of it. "Why the hell not? Its been almost 5 minutes since i had a drink." Ray said jokingly to Mr. Terrible.

"that`s the spirit" terry took the bottle from ray and poured two glasses terrible raised his for a toast.

"to being two of the most dangerous people on the planet" terrible laughed casting his glass into the air.

Ray raised his glass up in the air along with Mr. Terrible. "To whatever magical forces give us these powers." Ray said jokingly before bringing the glass down to his head. "What exactly gives us these powers?"

She looked up to him, "I was..." At first she struggled to stand up, her muscles aching from overexertion, but she found some reserve of strength and raised herself to her feet. "I was but the chaos was starting up again and I didn't want to have to fight every super in the city." She walked through the curtains to find herself in an ampitheatre, empty apart from the small group of supers. "Where..."

"Where are we? Damien's training room." Kris had quickly followed her out of the room. "He brought us here before he collapsed. Amy had to be knocked out and Ryan passed out from overusing his powers."

"Damnit, I'd expected us to be able to do more damage to them this time." She sighed and cursed the situation she was in. Whatever was happening this time, it was a thousand times worse than last time. Last time she had someone to blame. Last time she had an advantage against the other supers. This time? This time Terry had all the luck.

A deep, echoing boom rolled through the city. For a moment it sounded like thunder, that a wave explosions revealed the truth: somewhere, someone was firing artillery. The report of the guns echoed thought he city once twice, thrice and more, tearing into building across the city

After some minutes, the thunder ceased, and in the silence, soldiers moved through the streets, arresting all who they found. One man, a hulking barbarian with obvious super strength, reacted violently, expecting little resistance, but the soldiers around him reacted quickly and efficiently, encircling him and putting a rifle bullet through he back of his head

It was obvious that these soldiers knew what they were dealing with.

"Well, it looks like they have a far better understanding of their powers...i'm sure Terrible has known about his for far longer than i've known about mine...."He sighed and moved to pick up Ryan and move him to the beds. It didn't take so long and afterwards he went back to do the same with Damien.

"Now it looks like you'll only have me for conscious company for now."He laughed. Looking himself over, he was glad that he didn't get harmed too severely. other than a few cuts a bruises, he was fine. He took out his two pistols. Both empty."Hey, i want to know something..."He asked after walking up to Super Girl."You seemed to be able to make things appear from nothing right? Well, I was wondering if you could...ummm make some 5.7x28mm bullets for me. I'm kinda running on empty."He said as he pulled out both weapons and smiled.

Ray stood among the street drinking with Mr. Terrible, A demonic figure drinking with a man in a hockey mask. He turned his head to face down the street were he heard the sound of swift almost silent footsteps along with some gunfire, maybe Navy Seals or Green Beret.

"Hah! These mortals believe that they can stop me." Ray said jokingly and with a tone of overconfidence in his voice "I guess my answer shall have to wait Terrible, we have new toys to play with." Ray raised his hand and made an odd gesture, wires made of darkness shot out from his finger tips bouncing of walls of city buildings flying down the streets had high speeds towards the soldiers, the sounding of skin slicing and bones shattering could be heard in the distance. "Music to my ears"

terrible simply sat on the roof in silence pondering exactly what this meant.
"hm apparently the military wants to stop us, I welcome the challenge" terrible said stepping off the rooftop and dropping into the street below creating a small shockwave along with a crater on his landing he was quickly surrounded by solders all of them pointing their guns at Mr.terrible.

"please gentlemen can`t we settle this peacefully" terrible said raising his hands immediately letting a smile cross his face before cracking up the sounds of several safety's being switched off quickly shut him up.

"okay I guess you don`t give peace much of a chance in the military" terrible slammed his palm into the ground creating a flash of lightning temporarily blinding the soldiers allowing terrible to jump high into the air confusing the soldiers long enough for terrible to hit the ground and let out a wave of fire burning each of the soldiers alive they all let out screams of agony which terrible cupped his hand around his ear to hear better.

"ahhh simply music to my ears" terrible let out a soft sigh before throwing a bolt of lighting down the road not really expecting to hit anything.

"Heh, go on then." One concentration of her powers later, she handed him several bullets to reload the pistols.

She looked back at the curtains that the unconscious supers were just behind now. "The sooner these guys can come to again, the better. Anything could come around here and blast the place to pieces before we're ready again..." She sighed.

The soldiers had captured, or killed, many of the supers around the city, but in several parts, they faced heavy resistance. To these parts were sent secondary forces

As the few surviving soldiers fled, Terry smiled and raised his hands, sparks flickering between his fingers as he prepared the final blast to finish them off.

However, his attention was caught by a metallic flash in the corner of his eye. looking round, he saw a silver figure on a rooftop, but even as he focused, it was gone. He turned back towards the fleeing troopers, and there was the figure, standing by a street corner. It looked at him, stepped forwards, and... vanished.

Terry leapt forward, running for where he had last seen the other, but was cut off as the silver being loomed over him, seemingly from nowhere, standing 3 meters tall with four arms, with a huge fist swinging towards him

As Supergirl handed Kris the newly made ammunition, Amy stirred nearby. Everything felt wonderfully pleasant at first- the soft sheets that tickled her hands, the tender mattress, and not to mention the reasonably warm and clean air.

She heaved a sigh, and only then did the pain set in. She felt as though someone was pressing some sharp, heavy, blunt object against her forehead. Aggravated, she reached up wearily with one hand to swat away this object, only to find empty air. What... What happened?

In a sudden rush, the memories returned. The fire, the chaos, the agony... Her eyes snapped open and she sat upward, a movement which she regretted seconds later as the room span about her. The world seemed bright- too bright. Why was it so bright?! With a moan, Amy rubbed her eyes with her hands in an attempt to wipe away the headache that was setting into her head. She was unaware, however, that her eyes had changed. The colour of her iris had shifted from blue to a bright gold, that seemed almost to glow.

Still rubbing her eyes, she called, panic set in her voice, "Ryan? Kris?"

Damien woke up and felt like the weight of the sky was trying to crush him. He started to roar with pain. "RRAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!" He thrashed on the bed in agony. After 20 minutes, he quieted down and became so still, you could have substituted a stone for him and no-one could tell the difference. He felt as if someone had clasped chains to his arms and legs. He laid in silence and agony.

Kris quickly reloaded his pistols and put them back in his holsters. Thats when he heard the others waking up. He heard Amy call for Ryan and himself before he heard Damien shout."Well, I guess thats our queue."He smiled and walked back to the beds.

He came up to Amy first. She was rubbing her eyes and she seemed to have recovered well."I'm here, how are you feeling? Everything ok?"He asked. "You might have quite a head ache for a little bit. Ryan hit you pretty hard back there."Kris sat on the end of the bed and sighed. She was very adamant about rubbing her eyes. "Are your eyes alright? i don't know if its good to keep rubbing them like that...If you are starting to get a head ache i can try looking around for some aspirin or something."Kris was a little worried for her. She had been through quite a bit and he hoped that she would be alright.

"Y-Yeah, I think I'm okay," Amy replied softly, her forehead wrinkling as she cringed from the stinging pain in her head. "They're just burning a little, my eyes..." But Kris had a point. Attacking them with her hands would only make it worse, most likely. Wiping any tears that might have slipped to freedom, she looked to Kris. He seemed oddly pale and bright, as did the room. Is there a lot of sunlight in here or what?

She blinked a few times to try to adjust, but was unable to. Kris wasn't even squinting in the slightest. She began to massage her temples with a soft groan, feeling a makeshift bandage wrapped around her head. "Can you close some blinds or something?" she asked, without even glancing around to notice a definite lack in windows. "It's painfully bright in here. Are the others okay?"

terry sheilded himself the best he could from the attack raising both of his forearms in front of him saving him mostly from injury but sending him backwards into the building behind him a small crash could be heard inside the building before suddenly terrible lept out of the second story window being above the beast terrible caming crashing down on it planting one foot on each of it`s shoulders and slamming a fist coated with fire down onto it`s head following it up with another fist this time coated with lightning before backflipping off the creature onto the wall behimd him and pushing off it hitting the creature in the chest with the force of a torpedo.

"now, do you plan to continue or are you gonna take the smart route and walk away" terrible said taking a fightning stance small sparks off lightning shooting off his body.

Darkness surrounded the narrow corridor, filled with grinning maws of razor-sharp teeth and maniacal laughter. Lidless, bloodshot eyes gazed down on him haughtily from above, boring into his mind and taunting him. His footsteps pounded in his skull, the sheer desperation within him forcing the movement of his legs to match the tempo of his wildly beating heart.

The laughing and taunting grew louder, her screams more and more agonized. She was melting, from the inside out, the fires within her too much to hold in. As those same fires scorched passed him, searing his flesh and tearing at his soul, he screamed back, but his voice was instantly swept away and consumed. It was an endless torment, this nightmare. She would die forever, consumed by her own flame, and he would run to her forever, but never reach her.

On the bed in Damien's Coliseum, Ryan's body was restless. His legs thrashed, his chest heaved up and down, his head rocked back and forth. His fingers clawed at the mattress beneath him, tearing holes in it. The bed's frame shook and creaked, wobbling back and forth with his violent convulsions. A distant rumble drew mental questions from those in the living world, but only registered as yet another doom to be suffered for Ryan. It wasn't until Damien let out his own cry of lament that Ryan was suddenly plunged back into reality. That sudden roar of rage and pain filled the darkness, and Ryan's perceptual senses came back to him, as the noise assaulted his ears.

"NOOO!!!" he roared as he awoke, all the agony of his dreams poured into a single vocalization. Then he lay still, hyperventilating, sweat soaking every inch of his body, staring at the ceiling high above.

Ray chuckled as Mr. Terrible attacked the metallic man, a little to flashy for his taste but it certainly was effective. "Nice, you were only missing the sparklers and fire works" Ray said jokingly. "However the man seems to still be alive, perhaps i could help with that!" Ray shouted as he charged an oddly shaped ball of darkness, he pushed his hand forward sending the ball through the air were it splintered into multiple fragments, like a shotgun made of darkness.

"Can you close some blinds or something?"

Kris looked around a little confused."Um, we are underground, and its not really bright here..."when his eyes came back to Amy, a more serious look came upon his face. Her eyes. They were yellow...no, not yellow. They were golden."Amy...your-"He was about to mention her eyes when he heard an agonizing howl from where he had put Ryan.

Kris turned around and looked at the man. He was obviously in a state of panic."Hey, its all right, we're safe."He made his way to the man's bedside."just try and relax, we're all here..."He looked over his shoulder to where Amy sat on her bed. She looked a little rough around the edges, but definitely alright. Ryan on the other hand was visibly shaken by whatever nightmare he had just woken up from. By the looks of it, it was pretty bad. "Try and take a few steady breaths. Everything is fine."he said once again.

Amy sat, petrified, for a moment. Underground? How was it not bright in here? It feels as though the ceiling is made of light bulbs...

At the sound of a nearby bellowing cry, Amy followed Kris and approached the other bed. When her newly glowing eyes landed upon Ryan, the sight of him caused her heat to skip a beat. His body was drenched in sweat, his skin hanging sickly from his bones as though torn and stretched by stress. His face was stricken with panic and his gaze distant, as he failed to see the room about him. She sat upon the bedside opposite Kris, and placed a hand on Ryan's shoulder.

"Ryan... Ryan, are you alright?" she asked, leaning in closely.

Ryan's eyes shot to Kris as the man approached, saying something about being safe that Ryan didn't even hear. "Where's-" he stopped, as Amy came into view and sat down at the head of his bed. "Amy... thank god." His entire body visibly relaxed, to the point that he seemed to sink back down into the mattress, as his eyes closed and he and leaned his head back, breathing deeply. He felt like he had been through a blast furnace; every part of him ached, his skin felt tight when he moved, and his head throbbed. It was obvious he had gotten a fairly bad sunburn over most of his body.

He looked back up at Amy, gazing into her eyes. "Yea, I'm alright, I think. I just had a... nightmare..." he stammered, considering whether to go on, then decided not to. Instead he just shook his head and smiled, glad she was safe, and his horrific dream had no basis in reality. Then, all of a sudden, he noticed the strange look of her eyes. Ryan had been so relieved to find her alive that he hadn't even noticed, now that he had looked at them for a few moments he realized they were golden, and glowing.

"Amy... your eyes! They're... golden!" he sat up quickly, which sent a painful retort along his skin, causing him to groan. He glanced down at himself, startled by what he saw. His shirt and pants were full of burn marks and holes, he had several minor burns on his arms and legs, and dozens of cuts and bruises. A quick motion of his hand confirmed that his hair was also a good bit shorter. The things a guy does for love...

He glanced back up at Amy, and her golden eyes. "What... happened to your eyes? Do they hurt?"

Amy blinked, a little confused. My eyes..? How did he know? She looked to Kris. He had that same expression as Ryan. Panic began to swell within her chest and she stood. "W-What are you talking about? I..."

She caught a glance of herself in one of the four glimmering round steel bedposts, and took a step closer, her heart racing faster as she approached. She could barely make out the eerie glow of her eyes. Any blue in her irises had vanished completely, replaced by a golden texture that seemed to emit and faint light. Her pupils remained dark, and seemed now impossibly deep as space itself. Fighting back a scream, she raised a shaking hand over her mouth.

What the hell is happening to me...?!

Attempting to regain her composure, Amy nodded to Ryan with a struggled smile. "I'm fine," she whispered. "I'm... you..." She scanned his body, swelling with stains of red and lines of fresh cuts. She could barely even restrain Ray, who remained free up on the surface world. Now she was only able to hurt her own allies! What am I doing here? I can't take two steps without fucking up, can I?!

"Oh, God, I... I'm so sor..." Moving her hand over her mouth again, Amy turned away to hide the tears that began to grow beneath those golden eyes, and sat again upon the bed. She hunched over and placed her face into her hands, taking a few steadying breaths.

"I'm sorry, Ryan.. Kris.. This is just one mess after another.."

Kris watched as Amy realized the change within herself. He moved from one side of the bed to the other one, where she was sitting. Kris knelt down to be at her eye level. "We're all still here, you shouldn't be so hard on yourself"He said softly."I know how you must feel. After all its not like i haven't hurt people i held close to me."

Kris smiled and tried not to remember the few friendly people that he had met since awakening two years ago."I'm sure you don't know this, but after sharing a few near death experiences with you guys, I do consider you friends of mine now..."He smiled briefly."I'll get to the point though. I can't remember anything about myself past two years ago. I don't really know what happened for me to lose my memory, but from the time that i remember, I haven't been the best law abiding citizen."He chuckled."I've made close friends and seen them get hurt badly because of what i do for a living."Kris put a hand on her shoulder."You see, what i do is my own choice, i've had to live with that. But this, what is happening to all of us, its not us that chooses this. You can't be too hard on yourself for doing something like this. We don't know what is happening to us..."

Kris wasn't much for speeches of the inspirational kind, but he hoped that she kind of understood what he was trying to say. He knew these new frightening things that were happening to them weren't of their choosing. And by that logic, they couldn't blame themselves, or put so much pressure on themselves for accidentally hurting people.

Kris started to grin."Try and cheer up. After all, shit happens right?"He said with a little more cheer in his voice.

Ryan listened in silence to Kris' speech, and as he finished, gave his best knight a quick thumbs up up and a wink.

"He's right, don't beat yourself up. None of us can control what's going on, it's just happening, and we've been tossed into the mix. Besides, it's a good bonding experience. Just like you told me in the sewer, I've learned more about myself today, with you, than anyone has ever told me. Why should you be sorry?" He held one of her hands in his, feeling the slight warmth that seemed to be staying with her. Then he got up and knelt down next to her, which caused him considerable pain, to prove his next point.

"And about me..." he continued after a brief pause. "It is completely my fault that I got burnt, cut and bruised. I would have tried to save you whether you were radioactive, spewing poison, burning like a star, or trying to sell cheap knock-off watches to everyone in a 30 foot radius. The point is, I did this to me, to save you, and frankly you wouldn't have had any choice in the matter." He smiled, kissed Amy on the cheek, then stood up. "And y'know, I like the eyes."

Amy smiled softly and wiped the tears from beneath her eyes with one hand, while the other gripped Ryan's a little more tightly- to make sure that he was truly there, and not some dream she had created to make herself feel better. She looked at the two and managed a short, small laugh, which surprised her.

This must be what it's like to hit menopause, she though with amusement, the corners of her lips twitching into a weak little smile- weak, but still true. She stood as well.

"I understand." I think. "Thank you. I'm always going to have doubts and trouble with forgiving myself for what has happened today, but... Well, it helps to know that at least I've got you two with me." Her smile brightened- almost as brightly as her eyes.

She hesitated, then looked to Ryan, seeming a little skeptical, but amused. "They're not that bad? ...It's too bad, I sort of gave you a terrible haircut."