"There is someone with him," Lady Psyche added. "You will need to fess up and explain later, Dragon Fist. Now then...Mr. Taunter....show yourself..."
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  StormWalker padded into the building, unassuming looking, but with a dangerous smile on her face.  "Let's get this party started."

"It's a long story, but his name is Kimeran," Dragon Fist said, now turning his attention further into the office.

"That's it....closer you come...ever closer," the male voice rang out once again. "Look at all of you...so mighty...so nonchalant...so arrogant. You destroyed my life, you so-called heroes! And now I'm going to destroy yours...but first, I believe introductions are in order."

A cackle could soon be heard.

"You can address me as Dr. Taylor. Or in more layman terms....your DEATH...and the salvation of my timeline!"

Soon, a slightly overweight balding man wearing a red jumpsuit ran across the room, holding what appeared to be a control in his right hand.

"I've saved this....just for you...so I could see the looks on your faces as you die!" he pressed a button on the control, and waves of pure force impacted Mirage, Lady Psyche, Dragon Fist, and Hunter, which made all of them double over in pain. The worst pain that they could ever feel, or ever would feel.


"I welcome you to the weapon of the future...the Gene Bomb...keyed in to your genetic signatures....which will now tear your genetic codes limb from limb. Give my regards to OBLIVION! Ha ha ha ha ha!"

  StormWalker kept coming toward him, and she said "You forgot something.  Me."  And suddenly the darkness was filled with electricity as she grabbed him, her grip inescapable.  The sky outside echoed with a tremendous thunderclap, and she let the lightning, which arced down from the clouds above, come through her, and into Doctor Taylor.  Lightning crawled through him, destroying his machine and him with it.  Then she whirled to check on her team mates, asking them all "Who can help you fight something this bad?  Can that girl, M something or other, can she help??"

Dragon Fist writhed in agony. Pain like this could only be compared to when Oni ripped his heart out, shortly before becoming Dragon Fist.

"M...Meg..."

Don could feel the after effects of the gene bomb, still ripping his genes from the inside and out.

  She nodded, and said "Hang in there, guys.  I'll have to see how fast I can fly here."  She turned, and FLEW.  Heading for Meg's place to fetch her.

Lady Psyche rolled about in agonizing pain, the effects of the gene bomb effecting her. She had been through a lot with Brain using her as his puppet, and it was all she could do to try to survive.

As the members of the Legacy writhed about in pain and agony, they all beheld a strange sight.

A shimmering circular portal in the room appeared, with Dr. Taylor seeming to re-emerge from it, gloating as his gene bomb did the trick.

"You see? You tried to pull one over on me...The Traveller? I manipulate time and space itself....and I..."

Suddenly he had a horrified look on his face.

"Wha--? No! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" he said as a large clawed hound grabbed him and dragged him back into the portal, and the portal then closed on itself.

  StormWalker returned, Megaira with her, and she said "Please, Megaira, help my friends."

  Megaira nodded, and first laid her hand on Dragon Fist.  Her eyes shimmered green-gold, and Lucas felt POWER pour into his body from the diminutive Chinese-Greek-American girl.

Dragon Fist felt the pure power emanating from the smaller Megaira. It was akin to a feeling of being born.

"Unh.....Thank you Meg....help the others please.."

Don continued to writhe in pain, and it seemed that he was close to death. He reached out and touched his young daughter with his thoughts.

"Diantha....Daddy loves you..."

Just as everything was going black, a backlash of magical energy emanated from him, seeming to revitalize him somehow. But for the briefest of moments, Hunter had crossed into the beyond.

  Megaira nodded, and then touched Lady Psyche next, unafraid of sharing so much of the energy she held in copious amounts.

The healing power surged through Lady Psyche, and she slowly sat up, shaking her head, and also visibly shaken at what she had witnessed before.

  Meg nodded, and looked to Hunter and Mirage.  She knew Hunter was one of Rodger's fellows by his biofield, but Mirage was not.  She said quietly to Mirage "Pardon if you don't like touched, but it's the only way to heal you."  She lightly laid her hand on Mirage's hand.

Mirage could not remember ever having been in so much pain.  her entire body felt like it was ripping itself apart.  Despite her earlier defiance, Mirage quickly fell to floor and doubled up in agony.  Even taking a shotgun blast at close range did not hurt this badly.

She tried to cry out, completely disregarding any image of invulnerability that she had built up over the years.  Used to keeping secretive and mysterious, her outward emotions carefully regulated, none of that mattered in the wake of the agony that engulfed her.  She coughed, a thick heavy cough that left traces of red blood on her lips.

Mirage knew that she lead a violent existence.  It was crazy to go beating up evil doers every night and expect to come back unscathed.  She had no misconceptions that she might meet a violent end but had paid very little thought to it.  Her anger  Thus far she had been able to shrug off most injuries, though over time for the most severe, but the Gene Bomb had been tailored to her.  The attack had been designed to strike at her weakest point.

None of Mirages many talents could protect her against it.  Her illusion casting and recently acquired telepathy were useless.  Her agility and psionic weapons, equally useless, and the pain was so intense that she could hardly even think to try and teleport, but even that would not help.  Her anger, that harsh emotion that fuelled her vigilante crusade, was washed under the tsunami of her body's cells being assaulted and feel beyond her grasp.  Even her enhanced healing was fighting a losing battle.

Mirages illusionary costume wavered like a bad television signal.  The slinky dress and thigh boots faded away into the nothing that they had been conjured from.  Her wide brimmed hat and veil dissipated.  The woman that remained was dressed plainly in a pair of jeans with kneepads and a tight top with gloves and elbow pads.  All that was Mirage was fading away, leaving only Helena.

And Helena was dying.

She collapsed to the floor as previous injuries long thought to have been healed were torn open.  Her cries were strangled as she coughed up more blood.  Her eyes opened briefly and she saw Meg walking towards her.

And then her spasmodic thrashing ceased with one last breath and Helena passed beyond the physical veil to where no physical harm could touch her.  There was no pulse for Meg to feel when she touched Helena's hand.

Dragon Fist looked towards Mirage...and saw Helena. But it was what he did NOT see that terrified.

He couldn't see her chi. The life force.....was gone...

"No...not you too. For all that's holy...NOT YOU TOO!" he said, cradling the woman in his arms.

Don slowly got up and approached Dragon Fist. He wanted to say something, but he had seen soldiers and friends fall in battle. Words would be wasted, but in the end they all knew how he felt.

Lady Psyche could sense nothing but pure anguish coming from the mind of Dragon Fist. The pain was indeed great, and the pain felt from Helena's apparent passing was even greater, as Katy had looked upon Mirage as a mentor...and a friend.

Dragon Fist slowly...reluctantly.....released Mirage, setting her down gently on the office floor. He turned back to his teammates.

Saying nothing, he stepped out of the door of the office, extended his wings, and flew into the sky.

>>>>>>>>>To Dragon And The Tiger>>>>>>>>>>>

Lady Psyche looked back to the others after Dragon Fist left the agency.

"Guys....he's leaving...I don't know where...but he's leaving..."

Don frowned.

"Look Katy...I'm not gonna say that everything is gonna be back to the way it was. Not after this. Especially after this. You have to leave him be though...I've seen him like that, and I've been guilty of the same behavior myself. This is something he has to work out on his own."

He looked back to Helena and gently picked her up.

"Let's tend to our fallen."