Hello everybody, Illusive Mann here.

As you all should know I made "The Red Crosshairs" as a backstory to my character the Red Crosshairs. I wanted to give him a backstory, because he really needed one, that and he would be a really dull character without one.

Now, about Red Crosshairs leaving the Shadow Warriors...Marcas needed to leave the team to hunt down his father on his own. Why? Well, for certain everybody back at Warrior HQ has become good friends with him, and what would you do if you knew that they had a possibility of dying?

So Marcas is going on a journey to find his father. Let me tell you something though. I just received a message from the Red Crosshairs himself, and he told me that he's going to need to a team of his own to take on his father and the organization that nearly destroyed Gotham, and the Shadow Warriors.

He will need a team of heroes and anti-heroes, willing to take on impossible odds and new and dangerous foes that will show no mercy in battle.

Marcas sent me the requirements necessary to join his team, here they are:

NAME(HERO NAME):

ALIAS(CIVILIAN NAME):

SEX:

HEIGHT:

WEIGHT:

EYE COLOR:

NATIONALITY(U.S., China, etc.):

PLANET and SPECIES(If they are an alien):

PSYCHOLOGICAL PROFILE(Personality):

POWERS/ABILITIES:

WEAKNESS(ES):

WARDROBE(CIVILIAN/HERO):

VEHICLES(IF YOU HAVE ONE):

ARCHNEMESIS(IF YOU HAVE ONE):

BACKGROUND STORY:

Also CRITERIA!

1. No more regular fighter types! I already have enough badasses without superpowers. But there is an exception.

A. Cyborgs or robots(Cuz i'm a nerd)

2. MOAR ALYUNS! (I already have one alien, but diversity of space people is always good.)

3. People from other countries(Too many 'mericans)

4. Dudes(Looking at the current roster...it's going to be a sausage fest in Red's army.)

Also, I will be adding a few, and I do mean a few extra characters to the story just to spice things up.

I really hope that I can match the same notoriety that Shadow knight1121 has with his story. Also, I plan on making Marcas slightly more badass in this story this time around.

I hope that you enjoy it, and send me your OCs via private message with all the criteria mentioned above..

If you would like to say what you would like to see in this story, have any questions, or you just want to comment, comment below.

ENJOY!


Marcas' POV

I finally decided to pull over and get some gas to fuel up the gas guzzler that Leonid gave me.

'I'm really starting to regret not stealing one of the jet bikes that Shadow had. Hell, they got more miles to the gallon per fill up than the play thing that I have to drive.' I thought to myself.

I pulled in beside the gas pump and shifted the Ferrari to park. Looking around at the place around me, I could see that it was out in the middle of nowhere, and it was completely surrounded by woods and a field right in front.

I didn't expect to find a forrest anywhere within a fifty mile radius of Gotham, because the foul stench of injustice should have wiped anything good off the face of the earth anywhere around the city, but there is always an oasis in the desert.

I was about to pull my credit card out when I looked at the pump. It had a sign on it saying, 'pay inside only'. This place must have had drive offs for someone to put that up.

I walked over to the gas station itself, looking into the window to see only one person inside. When I opened the door, the friendly old man waved at me and said something in cantonese, which was a language that I had never learned, nor needed to. Looking through the store I saw something that caught my eye. Right in the middle of where the freezer section was where they kept the soft drinks, every colorful bottle looking more thirst quenching than the next.

Of course I was on a strictly low caffine diet after a red bull a few weeks ago and let me tell you, it wasn't pretty. Still, I wanted something to drink, and dammit if I was going to drink something, it had to be something with caffine in it!

I didn't walk, no, I marched to the back of the store and scanned each and every plastic bottle that sat in front of me. I could have mountain dew, coca cola, pepsi, fanta...I stopped for a moment and stared at what sat in front of me. On the shelf , for one dollar and twenty-nine cents was a bottle of the delicious, sugary nectar known to the world as Dr. Pepper.

It was the first soft drink that I had when I came to America, and what I consider the best. Oleg...Leonid introduced me to the drink when we went to the American football game, my first professional sports event. I quickly opened the door and swiped the sugary goodness off the shelf.

As I was cradling the bottle like a baby, the door opened, and in came two men in ski masks. Looking between the two I saw that one had a double-barrled shotgun while the other brandished a .38-calibre revolver.

The man with the revolver pulled a bag out of his pants and put it on the counter, "All right you old shit, you know the drill."

The old man behind the counter reached under the counter and grabbed a set of keys, most likely to the register.

While the old man was fumbling with his keys, the man with the shotgun turned to the back of the store. Before he had turned I had already taken cover behind one of the aisles to load my desert eagles with live ammunition. As I was loading the clips in a stray bullet fell out of the clip in my right hand and hit the floor as hard as it could. Of course it had to make a sound, I just hoped that nobody heard it.

I turned to look at the two men at the front of the store to see the man with the shotgun looking around. He turned to speak to his partner behind him and asked, "Hey bruh, did you hear that noise just then."

His cohort turned to look around the store to see what his friend was talking about and saw nothing. "Shit Barry, you must be going crazy because I didn't hear a damn thing."

"I know what I heard man, and it sounded like something dropped somewhere."

The man in front of the counter shook his head, "Well if you thought you heard something then go check it out."

The taller of the two nodded and started walking down aisle number one, his shotgun facing down the way. He cautiously stepped forward and scanned the aisle from left to right, hoping to find nothing and have it all just be his imagination.

The man at the counter looked back again this time looking at the circular mirror that was in the corner of the ceiling. He could see his partner in the reflection, but he also saw something else. Looking in the mirror myself I could see the look in his eyes and immediately knew that now was the time to strike. I cocked both of pistols to load the ammunition in and stood up to face the thugs in front of me, only to have two weapons pointing back.

The man by the counter frowned as he looked at me. "Well, well, well, Barry would ya look at this piece of shit acting all tough and stuff. Nice guns kid, but it looks like you won't be able to take us both out."

I looked at the man at the counter, then at the other with the shotgun a few aisles away. I could kill them both right now and end this, but to tell you the truth the old man at the front is in the line of fire. I didn't learn it from Shadow, but I was taught that you shouldn't kill civilians, no matter what. I taught that to myself, but of course there are exceptions. One being when the civilian is threatening you and you have no other option, the other is when the civilian is pointing a gun at you.

The old man behind the counter pulled out a PP2000 sub-machine gun. The problem that I had was, why was he pointing the damn thing at me?

The question was answered shortly after the old man ripped off his face to reveal a young man with black goggles over his eyes, a red crosshairs in each lens.

"I guess that my father always has a contingency plan, doesn't he."

The man with goggles grinned, "Oi guess that you could say that, that or the fact that he can look into the future." The man finished in his English accent.

The other two in there dropped the revolver and shotgun and pulled out XM8 assault rifles from under the trench coats they were wearing.

I looked at the two who were now exposing the combat gear that they had on. The gear that they had was all black with two exceptions, one was the bands that they had on their arms. The bands had an eye with a red crosshair, and oddly enough their eyes had the same things going on as well.

The man with the goggles jumped over the counter and pulled back the hammer on top of his weapon and looked up at me. "You never would have guessed that you weren't the only one with these powers, did you?"

I shook my head in disbelief. I mean, I did know that the man that claimed to be my father had the same eyes that I had, but I didn't know that you could just give it to people. These men looked nothing like me, so how could they have the same eyes that I have.

So I guess that I have to find out how they got those eyes of theirs...

Before they could fire the first shot, I fired on the man to my right, just barely grazing his shoulder from the the first shot. The second hit home when it went sailing through his jugular vein, which should have cause him to bleed out, but it was obvious that he must have the regenerative capabilities that I take for granted.

The hole in the side of his neck sealed itself up, and to affirm that it worked he craned his neck to the side and grinned.

'Shit.'

They unleashed a volley of gunfire on the end of the store where I was standing and didn't think of letting go of the trigger.

Glass flew everywhere, as well as all of the coca cola and everything else behind me. It all came pouring down in a hailstorm of sweetness and shards of glass, unrelenting with every bullet that flew over me.

In that moment, the gunfire and glass brought me back to training in Siberia. We had to crawl through pools of blood, body parts, and shrapnel to simulate the combat environment. I would have never thought that I would have to be going through a similar situation like that. The only thing is that these men had the intent to capture me, the men in training had an intent to kill.

Looking down the aisles gave me an idea. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a lighter. It was a gift from one of the warriors that was given to me, even though I don't smoke. The little thing was compact, but from what Gauntlet told me, it could shoot flames twelve feet around it. Basically it was a molotov cocktail, without the splash effect of course.

I pulled the small pin out of the top and flicked it open, but before I threw it, I looked back and saw that I was right across from the freezer that had the vodka in it.

"Now things are about to get interesting" I said to myself as I grabbed a bottle.

Pausing a few seconds, I waited until the gunfire stopped.

Then I took my chance...

I rolled out of my position and tossed the bottle first. I let it hit the floor for a few seconds for a little splash effect to occur, then I pulled out the lighter and tossed it right down the middle.

The man with the goggles jumped out of the way first and ran, while the other two stood in stupidity and quickly burned.

I looked out the window and saw that the man with the goggles had ran out the front, 'The coward flees while his comrades die, pathetic.'

Getting a running start I ran through the window pane and opened fire on the running man. I watched as he danced with every bullet bouncing off the ground. My aim was off, becuase I was actually aiming for the man's feet. I realized that I couldn't get the best accuracy with my desert eagles, rather with what I had brought with me.

So I walked over to the Ferrari and opened the trunk. Out popped a tray with two weapons, one was Leonid's AK-47 that I had customized and his Dragunov, which I also made some modifications to.

I picked up the sniper rifle and looked down the sights of the scope. Using both my crosshairs, and my heartrate I got my target lined up and pulled the trigger.

The shot went off, and you could hear it echo in the distance; As for the end result, it came a few seconds after.

I put the rifle back in the trunk of my vehicle and ran out to the spot where I last saw the coward standing and found him grabbing at his chest.

"...That (cough, cough) fucking hurt..."

I snickered, "It should have, I just shot through one of your lungs."

The figure below me laughed, then coughed up some blood, "Well, if you're expecting me to spill some information then you're going to have to see me in hell."

I kneeled down right next to him and pulled out my hammer, he looked at me with a grin on his face and shook his head, "I think that you can breathe a little longer, since you and your friends can regenerate and all."

In one swift motion I smacked him across the face with my weapon, then slammed it on his chest.

"GAAAAH!"

"Tell me, how did you get those eyes of yours?"

The man beneath me lost his grin and shut his eyes, "Have you ever had an experience, an experience where you found yourself in the prescience a god?"

"No."

The man arched his back and laughed, "You were born with those powers, with those eyes in your head. Me, and my friends, we were blessed by our god, the shadow man."

I looked at him as if he had gone mad, which in these circumstances, I would say he was already there.

He reached a hand up to my face and caressed my cheek. I immediately swatted it away and punched him, but he kept on laughing, "We were all mere mortals before he blessed us with the gift...and then he entered our minds and implanted something, a gift that we will use to enact his will."

I grabbed him by the throat and held my hammer up to strike again, "What is his will, and what is the name of the people you work for! TELL ME!"

All of a sudden he turned his head to look at me and pushed me off of him with an immense strength that rivaled even mine and pointed a finger at me as he stood up.

"If you really want to know BOY, his will is this, that you take his throne someday, that you take it and use our organization's power to conquer the world. He told us that you will lead the Order of the Red Crosshairs to victory, and that you will cleanse the earth of the Justice League, the Shadow Warriors, and every vile villain that there is. You shall lead us to glory, whether you want to or not! For our god has spoken!"

He aimed his hand behind him and summoned a portal, and in a flash of light, he disappeared.

I just sat there for a moment and processed what all he said, thinking about it, I looked back in the distance to look at Gotham City. I thought for a second that I needed to go back and bring Shadow and the rest of the warriors into this, then shook my head.

'I told them that I would leave them out of this, I can't go back on my word now.'

This man that claims to be my father, whoever he was, had a lot of power and influence in the world. He must have great influence in the world since he financed the assault on Gotham City. I looked back at the city again and shook my head.

'I have to do this alone, and the warriors already have enough on their plate...' Without a single ounce of thought put into it, an idea popped up in my head.

I ran back over to the gas station, which was now on fire, and got in my Ferrari. Sifting through the bag in the passenger seat I pulled out my cell phone and typed in few digits.

The phone rang for a bit, then somebody on the other side of the line picked up, "Hello, this is Metropolis floral design, how may I help you?"

I hesitated for a moment then cleared my throat, "Miranda it's me, Marcas."

There was a pause on the other side of the line, "Wait? Is this big red?"

I smiled recognizing the nickname that she gave me while I worked there, "Yes it is, i'm calling you to pay up for that favor that you owe me."

On the other side I could hear a thud...that was her head hitting the wall, "So after all this time not seeing me and all the good people here, all that you call for is a favor?"

"uhhhhhhh, yes..."

I could hear her trademark sigh through the phone, "Ok fine, i'll repay you for that time that you took over that day that I was sick. Now what do you want?"

"Miranda, if I recall, you are an expert with a computer, am I right?"

"Yes I am, why do you..."

"Miranda, I decided that i'm making a team, a team of vigilantes and the like minded to hunt down somebody."

There was that pause again, "I'm sorry, but can you repeat that again, because I swear that you just said that you are forming a team of vigilantes."

I nodded, "Da! That's right!"

"Marcas, what have you gotten yourself into since you've been gone?"

"Let me tell you from the beginning, then I will tell you what has happened since I have been gone.


(One Hour Later...)

"All right, i'll help you."

I pumped my fist into the air and hit the roof of the car as I cheered,"YES!"

"But there is one condition." I could sense her grin on the other side of the line as she said that. She was up to something.

"What is your condition?"

"You have to take me out on a date and it can't be one of those cheap burger joints either."

I just slammed my head on the steering wheel, "Great, just when I don't have any more cash on hand."

To be continued...


Oh snap! Red is back, and more badass than ever! I hope that this chapter gets everybody revved up for the chapters ahead, and by the way, I will be introducing one of my new OCs first. I'm doing this to give people the time to send me their OCs, and hopefully it doesn't take too long, otherwise things will go south and fast. I also wanted to give a shout out to Daniel Wilks and Shadow knight1121, I hope that you guys didn't mind me mentioning your characters. :-)

Other than that, comment if you want to add something, talk about the story or if you have a question.

Don't forget to send your OCs, and...

Until Next Time!