Losing Everything (Macht/AH/Qi)

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{ Adrian "Valo" Morei } { 993 words } { 993 words so far. }

It was one of those nights where Louie wasn't staying over, so Macht had the house to himself. He'd spent his day doing normal things like working out and playing video games, and as the night drew to a close he decided to finish it off with some League of Legends. He was also hungry, however, so before he went to his computer he order an extra large, thin-crust, triple pepperoni pizzas and a two-liter bottle of mountain dew code red. With the order placed, he sat down at his computer and loaded his game up - it ran at 60 fps at all times, even with full shadows and texture graphics... such a beauty - evidently pumped as hell to start playing.

Macht must have played through two or three games before the pizza man even showed up, and by then he was grateful because he was feeling the hunger set in. The redhead finished up his recent game (k/d/a of 30/1/15, in case you were wondering) and headed over to the door. Macht greeted the pizza man with a kind smile as he handed him $100 and told him to keep the change, then went on his merry way to dig the hell in.

However, Macht would be disappointed in finding he didn't get the pizza he ordered at all.

When the German opened the box to his meal, a gas sprayed out all over his face, causing him to stumble backward and fall over his coffee table, which shattered under his weight. A group of men in black suits stormed into his home, and as the gas began to take its toll, he stood up and started shouting at everyone and everything. He had no idea what was going on right now, but he knew he had to defend himself... and if that meant killing the pizza man, he was going to do it.

"WHO THE FUCK PUTS GAS BOMBS IN PIZZA?!" Macht cried out, and the men were surprised to find his body was fighting the gas as well as it was. He stood to his feet and put up his dukes, though he was drowsy and wasn't able to properly see everything, or anything for that matter. One man charged him from behind, batting the back of his head harshly with a steel baton, and it caused Macht to fall to a knee, dazed. Quickly, however, he reeled back and launched a heavy fist into the man's stomach as hard as he could, sending him flying back and into the corner of a wall, where his back would snap upon contact.

It was evident by now that the men were expecting Macht to go out from the gas, and they resorted to pulling out tasers. One man shot his taser into Macht's back, at first, and the electricity shot through his  body as he roared out in pain. However, he remained standing. Another man shot at him with a second taser, hitting him square in the chest. He roared once again in pain, though he still remained standing. Even more angry now, Macht gripped both cords tightly and pulled the men toward him, before launching vicious backhands out at the sides of their faces, cracking them and breaking their cheeks, knocking them out in a single blow.

One man pulled out a pistol and aimed at Macht's neck from behind, firing out a tranquilizer dart. It hit Macht square in the back of the neck, and he stumbled forward a bit. The man was wide-eyed and afraid as Macht turned to face him, and the German started running toward him. However, three more men resorted to the same tactic, unloading their tranquilizers into his body as he charged. He made it to his target, but by then he had 48 tranquilizer darts piercing his skin, and this caused him to move quite sluggishly. He took one closer step toward his target and threw a weak punch, before his body went limp and he fell to the floor, unconscious.

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Macht awoke suddenly on a rough, cold stone floor. It was dark, for the most part, though everything was still reasonably visible. He knew by now he was in some sort of high-tech facility, the kind that would be in the Avengers or the X-Men or some shit, but the reason as to why still eluded him. His first instinct after observing his surroundings was to check for what he had on him - which was nothing but his clothing. He cursed, standing to his feet,

Approaching the door, the German put a hand to it and sighed as his fingers ran along it. He could tell it was built sturdy, but... just how sturdy? Taking a step back and away from the door, he'd take a deep breath and compose himself. Stepping forward, Macht sent a powerful front kick toward it, the kind that would shatter concrete, though he only saw this door dent. His eye widened, and he took a step back once again. Where the fuck was he?

Refusing to give up, Macht stepped all the way to the back of the cell, before shoulder-ramming toward the door as hard as he could manage. The first time he did so, he felt it dent, and he could hear the metal bend in ways it wasn't meant to. This was good, but not where he wanted to be, so he kept going. The second time, he heard even more bending, and he could see the door was so bent-out-of-shape he could see outside - to a hallway, of some sort? The third time, he finally burst through the door, slamming hard into the floor as he did so. He was in pain, but it didn't matter - he was free from whatever fucking cell he was put into.

Only, now, he heard the sound of someone else pounding on a door just like he had been.

"Hello?! Who's there?!"

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{ Adrian "Valo" Morei } { 326 words } { 1329 words so far. }

As Macht assumed, there was someone else trying to break free from the place. It took a while, but the person was eventually able to just slam through their door as he did, only when they did so and he saw just who it was, he was strangely... expecting this. His brow furrowed, and as Valo landed beside him, Macht pushed himself up to a sitting position, propped on his palms, and he eyed the other man curiously. Why was it that every time some weird shit happened and he got kidnapped, it happened to involve none other than Valo Morei, the first man Macht ever felt a deep-rooted loathing toward?

"... had to be you, huh?" he asked sarcastically as he stood to his feet and dusted himself off. The German's eyes wandered the area, and he came to the same obvious conclusion as Valo - there was one way out, and it didn't look like busting through was going to be quite so simple. Stretching his limbs a little, Macht started to get the blood pumping once again so things would flow a little better. He knew that, whatever was going on, he had to get out of here alive, and now he had Valo to worry about. Things could never be easy, it seemed.

"A'ight, Captain Obvious," Macht said sternly as he approached the door and the keypad. He began to cycle through possible codes in his mind, but not knowing the length or even a starting point meant trying them all could take hours upon hours, assuming he even had more than one chance. He could also try breaking it down, which wouldn't necessarily hurt the two since option a would have them discovered if they fucked up, and so would option b. "You got any bright ideas? Cuz if not Imma make the best educated guess I can on this keypad, and I can guarantee it will be wrong. There's like a 99.999999% chance of that."

Yes. He said all those nines.

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{ Adrian "Valo" Morei } { 470 words } { 1699 words so far. }

What the... fuck...?

Macht stared wide-eyed as Valo entered the correct PIN, simply in disbelief. How did he know it? Was it... coincidence? Luck? Or did he know what was going on right now? It made Macht feel uneasy to say the least, but he also couldn't betray the single ally he had in this unknown place. The environment was equation filled with many a variable, and thus far he and Valo remained the only constants. So, despite the unease, he pressed forward.

"Alright, Batman," he said after the door was pushed open. Taking position in front of Valo, he figured it'd be best for the meat shield to go out first, and Valo wasn't exactly a stocky dude or anything. "Let's see what lies behind door number one."

As the door was pushed open, a blinding light would shine through, temporarily distorting Macht's vision. As it returned, he saw they were in a rather large chamber with two sets of stairs in the middle, leading to a single large set of doors at the top of it. The walls of this large chamber were all lined with doors, which would make it quite difficult to discern which way was out.

"Wanna use your detective vision to help out here?" He quipped, stepping out of the hallway. As his foot made contact with the floor, however, the plate he stepped on sank into the ground, and a deafening alarm would sound. Two by two, every door on the ground floor of the chamber would begin to open up, from the farthest end to the closest, and a countless amount of large, masked men in white coats would begin to charge in their direction. "What the fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck?!"

Without thinking, Macht's hands would reach to the large iron door beside him. With a heavy tug, he would rip the door from its hinges and launching it like a frisbee into the center of the crowd. This easily took out at least five of the men before it smashed into the floor. Seeing no other option, he charged into the fray, After shoulder-tackling many of the men out of the way, he once again took up the iron door and began to use it as a riot shield, slamming into enemy after enemy, while simultaneously paving a pathway for Valo to follow.

"COME ON, MOREI!"

They had to get the hell out of this chamber right now, before they were overwhelmed. Macht was strong, and so was Valo, but they were in uncharted territory up against a lot of unknown elements, and his last scuffle with the pizza guy showed that anything could happen provided the enemy had the numbers to back it up. He only hoped that they didn't just enter a gauntlet where the only options were kill or be killed.

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{ Adrian "Valo" Morei } { 806 words } { 2505 words so far. }

As Valo attempted code after code, Macht would act as the single line of defense from them to him. Iron door in hand, he would bash away enemy after enemy, swipe after swipe, but no matter how many he took down, they just kept coming. Adrenaline began to pump through his veins even harder than before, and he began to strike out faster and faster, eventually even ditching the iron door as he launched it like a frisbee into the crowd. It must have taken out a few dozen men from that single attack - and that's both a testament to Macht's strength, and the sheer numbers they were up against, here.

It wasn't difficult, so much as it was tedious, to hold these men back as Valo continued to fail at finding the code. And as much as Macht wanted to chastise him for taking so long, they both had a lot to worry about right now: if Macht went down, Valo was next, of course. But, both of their concentration would be interrupted as the two new figures arrived, and this caused the redhead to frown. "You've gotta be fuckin' shittin' me," the redhead cursed as the two made their way toward himself and Valo. "Alright, Morei, I'm counting on you to hold your own for a little bit. We're getting out of here alive, you got that?"

Catching the ring, Macht would place it on his finger and charge at one of the black mist men, holding his breath once he was within proximity. Channeling the ring's energy, he would strike at the man's stomach as hard as he could, only to find he was harder than stone itself. Macht's eye went wide as the man rose an arm and swatted him to the side, causing him to fly through the crowd and crash into - and through - a gate leading into a cell. "Mother... fucker...!" he cursed, struggling to his feet. This was going to be a bitch.

The man charged, and Macht's first response was to take the bed within the cell and launch it at the man, striking him in the face. This caused him to stumble, and Macht would capitalize on this opportunity to leap onto his stomach as hard as he could, and rain heavy fists upon his face. Two, three, four, five, six, seven - fifteen blows would crash down upon the man's face before he stopped moving, and Macht believed he was out for the count. Triumphant, he moved to help Valo. However, now his back was to the enemy, and he would realize he was wrong.

The man stood to his feet surprisingly quietly for someone of his size, and grabbed Macht by the mouth from behind. A hose held within a gauntlet would begin to spew black mist down Macht's throat, and the giant would slam the redhead into the wall adjacent to the cell. As it cracked apart, Macht's hands reached up to grab at the man's wrist and attempt to pry it from his face. Everything was getting blurry, and it felt like there was nothing he could do.

Once again, he was wrong.

A strange energy began to flow through Macht's body, almost as though he was received a second wind, and his muscles began to bulge. Eye now bloodshot, Macht grew to the man's height, and launched a heavy fist at the side of his elbow in an uppercut. One strike and it immediately ripped through the skin, breaking the man's arm and causing him to release Macht's face. Macht stumbled forward, panting, but would not waste this opportunity he'd been given. No, he pressed the momentum, gripping the man's neck with his right hand and squeezing, quite literally shattering the bone in his grip.

By this point, Macht would move to assist Valo - though he assumed the man had it covered for the most part. However, if he did not, Macht would strike at his opponent from behind, taking the man by the back and launching him all the way across the room. "Get. That. Code. Leave these fuckers to me. Got it?"

Cracking his knuckles, the hulking Starke dashed into the crowd with a bestial roar, tearing through the enemies once more. Necks would break, bones would shatter, walls would come down, men would lose their own limbs as Macht fought tooth-and-nail for survival.  At this point, the mist was taking a hold of him, causing him to lose his morality and see everyone around him as monsters. Their eyes were lifeless, their skin was rotting, and their one goal was to murder both him and Morei - so he was left with little other choice. Though it pained him, he would take the life of anyone and everyone who tried to take his.

And that was going to be painfully easy.

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