Party Crasher

"Now then, isn't this nice?" The Gentleman asked Sally. Her hands were tied. The larger man, The Gentleman called him Chef, had tied her while the other lunatic pointed a gun at her. The last she saw of Stronghold was him being dragged into another room. Now the Chef was sitting with them, his arms on the table. The table. That was the worst part. That was where the horrible smells had come from. What she saw in that room was far worse than what they had gone through all day. It would haunt her nightmares for life. She almost hurled all over herself as she looked around the room.

"Still, I wish that Claire and Jameson could have joined us. It really is too bad." The Gentleman sighed.
"We'll just have to save them some leftovers for when they're feeling better." Chef offered.
"Brilliant idea."
Chef took the lid off of a silver plate revealing bits of meat. "It will take awhile to prepare the main course, would you like an appetizer?"
"F-k you." Sally spat.
"What was that?"
"You-you! F-K YOU, YOU MONSTER! ALL OF YOU! YOU'RE JUST ANIMALS!" Sally yelled at them, tears streaming down her eyes. "YOU....do you have any idea of what you've just done!" She cried. "He was a hero! A HERO! H-he fought for this city....risked his life...and you-you...just....you just.....goddamn you!"
The Gentleman sighed. "My dear, this is no way for a dinner guest to act. Please restrain yourself or else I shall be forced to silence you."
"Go ahead....go ahead and kill me! Just like you killed Stronghold! Shoot me in the back like the coward you are!"
"I see, if that's the way you want to be." He nodded to Chef. "Do understand, I do not strike women. My friend here however..."
Chef stood up, walked around the table to Sally, turned her to face him and struck her hard across the face. He then pulled out a gag and tied it around her mouth.
"There, that is much better." He took a bite. "Delicious. Chef, could you be a pal and start preparing the main course?"
"Of course sir."
He then walked to the kitchen. Sally sobbed and screamed through her gag. "Sally, Sally, Sally, we really must work on your manners. Why can't you be more like Jim here?"
Jim shot him a death glare.

In the kitchen, Stronghold was laying on a large metal table. To say the room around him was utterly nightmarish would be taking it too lightly.

Chef washed his hands in the sink and opened up the oven. Yes, it was just about ready. He could feel the heat coming out of it. He opened the pot and sampled the soup. Perfect. Looking around the room, he found his work gloves and put them on, one at a time and cracked his knuckles and then pulled his favorite butcher knife. He washed it in the sink and then turned around and walked over to the table, humming to himself. His mood was lost when he was tackled across the room, slamming into the sink. Not wasting a second, Stronghold reared back and punched him hard in the throat, preventing him from screaming out. Chef fell to the floor, gripping at his throat and gasping in pain and agony as he struggled to breathe. Stronghold kicked him, knocking him over and then got on top of him, grabbed him by the shirt and whailed on him, beating him viciously.
When he was done, Stronghold looked around before finding a metal tray. Studying it, he smiled to himself, turned off the oven and took the steaming hot pot of soup off of it and ran back into the dining room like a bat out of hell.
The Gentleman glanced up, then back down and then looked up again in absolute horror as the superhero came barreling in. He was so shocked that by the time he reacted Stronghold was already on top of the table and running towards him. He pulled out his gun and fired but Stronghold raised the pan in front of himself, the bullet pinging off of it safely. "Wha-"
"SOUP'S UP ASSHOLE!" Stronghold yelled and threw the steaming hot soup at The Gentleman, washing over his face and causing him to drop his gun and howl in agony as he fell over as the soup scalded his face. Seizing this chance, Stronghold leaped on top of him tray first, driving his knees into The Gentleman's stomach and smashing the tray against his face. Stronghold raised his fists and went on an all out assault, the brass knuckles beneath his gloves making perfect close range weapons as he wailed on the lunatic.

When he was done, he pulled the Gentleman to his feet, having essentially beaten his burnt and scalded face into burger. "H-h-how....ow....how?" He choked out. "I-I killed you...."
"Didn't take." Stronghold said and slammed him face first onto the table and then threw him to the ground and then, just to make sure, he picked up a chair and smashed it over his back, breaking it. Stronghold spit on the ground. "None of you animals understand do you? I'm not locked in here with you." He put his foot on his back. "You're locked up in here with me."
Stronghold then turned around and walked over to Jim and Sally, untying them. "Hey. Sorry for making you wait again."
Sally just stared. "I SAW IT! I-I-I....I saw...I saw you die...you...you got-got!"
"Shot? Yeah, hurt like f-k and actually knocked me out for a bit there."
"But....but I thought your powers were-"
"They're gone. It's a costume trick." He explained as he got her ropes. "I can change the costume based on my thoughts. It's how I stopped the sword earlier. It was at least able to partially stop the bullets. Saved my life."  He turned to Jim after untying Sally. "Now what's your name?"
"J-Jim....I'm not with them....they-they said...they said they kill me if I...I tried to warn you." Stronghold was getting his bindings.
Stronghold smiled. "Hey, don't worry, I understand."
Stronghold grabbed the gun and then searched the Gentleman, finding some ammunition. "Ummm...are either of you good with a gun?"
"I-I thought heroes didn't, you know..."
"Kill? No. But it's better than leaving it here. Besides, it would give us a range advantage. Aim at legs and arms, shoot to disable."

Game Master sat back in his chair, staring at the screens. Ultra Girl and Reaper had both won their challenges and now Stronghold had risen from the dead. "F-K." He rubbed his helmet. "...Do we suck or are they just that good?"