He fell through into a world not unlike Earth, but a world with no laws. Cars lay upturned in streets, gunshots rang out frequently, and it wasn't uncommon to see a person lying dead or injured in the streets. Chuck gripped the hilt of his sword tighter as he made his way towards the area they'd gotten the energy signal from. His energy scanner bleeped, and Chuck looked to his left to see a man levitating several metres in the air, smashing things and breaking apart buildings. He was surrounded by a black mist, and Chuck knew it could only be one thing. A demon attack.
He drew his sword and ran over, trying to remember how to fly in his tense state. It came to him suddenly, and the shock of his feet leaving the ground so quickly disoriented him, and he lost sight of where he was going. The demon laughed as Chuck tried desperately to alter his course, and drew their glowing silver sickle. It flew at Chuck, weapon raised, the hood of the cloak it wore flapping back in the wind. The demon appeared to be a Middle-Eastern man, clean shaven and young "Hello, god boy"
Chuck managed to pull himself together just in time to see the Demon raise his sickle to strike. In pure reaction, Chuck lashed out with his longsword, slashing a large gash into the Demon's wrist. It's cry of pain could be heard for miles as it's black-red blood dribbled out of the wound and onto Chuck's face where he hovered under the Satanic creature, but his injury only appeared to make the Demon angrier and it brought it's sickle down again, Chuck barely able to dodge. He spun round midair and counterattacked, a precise slash at the Demon's arm. In a miracle of a reflex, the thing grabbed Chuck's wrist and smiled as they crushed it, forcing him to abandon his weapon. The longsword clattered on the ground, a sound signifying what seemed like assured defeat for Chuck, and the Demon knew it. They smiled at Chuck again, a grin of teeth and evil "See you round, god boy." He raised his sickle, and brought it down on Chuck.
The crunch that came with Chuck's punch was a sound that reverberated across the dimension, and as the Demon flew back, Chuck stared at his hands, one broken, the other glowing red with power. He clenched his fists, the glowing red spreading to the broken hand and repairing it, and he landed to retrieve his sword. The Demon stumbled out of the building he'd crashed out of, and ran at Chuck, bleeding heavily from his arm and nose, and limping badly. Chuck's wrist had healed badly, being a Demon injury, and he'd had to resort to sheathing his sword and using brute strength only. He steeled himself and smiled "Come at me, Demon boy."
The Demon obliged, jumping at Chuck and bringing their fist down at his face. He attempted to grab it, but his half-broken hand wouldn't comply and he took the full force of the punch "Gahh-" he spat red-silver blood and was pushed back a few centimetres, but stood his ground and gave the Demon a jab to the liver, causing them to double over, then brought his elbow down with full force into its neck "Aaagh!" It fell onto their face, and Chuck kicked them "stay down."
"I... Don't think... I will!" The Demon jumped up, higher than Chuck could have imagined, and kicked him in the face. Flipping backwards, Chuck used a wall to propel himself at the Demon, who was now hovering a few metres off the ground, and tackled him into the side of a building.
They burst through the window, and Chuck stood, watching as the Demon writhed in pain on the floor. His sword appeared in his hands, and he pulled a large shard of glass out of his shoulder as he raised the glimmering gold-silver blade above the Demon's head. "Goodbye, Demon boy."
The Demon laughed "Don't think that this is the last time you'll see me," before it shimmered out of existence, and Chuck brought his sword down onto nothing more than a carpeted floor of an old office. His silvery-red blood ran down his face as he yelled out in anger and annoyance. The bleeping of his radar or missed calls from Keycode didn't bother him. He'd lost his target. That was all that mattered.
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He walked out of the building, cleaned up apart from the rips in his suit and broken wrist. He let neither bother him and returned to the hunt for his gem. It was close, he knew that. He spotted a back alley that just irradiated power, and started down it. Not a coffins depth in, he could sense it. The gem was here.
He started tearing at the ground, knowing that it was buried, and succeeded in only uprooting some old plants. Pulling out a knife, he dug deeper, wishing his shovel counted as a proper combat weapon so he could teleport it to himself.
Sometimes Chuck's powers confused even himself, all he knew was that he was a god of Strength, Combat and Leadership, he could teleport weaponry to and from him, create portals to most dimensions, he had minor healing powers and minor elemental powers. He could fly, if he tried, and if he concentrated could pause someone in time for around 10 seconds if they attacked him. Using his powers drained his energy, and it was hard to use his better moves consistently. His elemental powers were the hardest, being able to manipulate two of water, ice, fire, electricity and earth at a time, but it drained him quickly and the attacks were weak. He had a feeling that there was a way he could strengthen them, but how was beyond him. All he knew was that he was powerful, and all power comes at a cost. Whether he'd paid that cost yet was a mystery, and he'd have to find out on his own. For now, all he had to do was fight for the IF, and win.
As it turned out, the gems were clever. Instead of being in one location, there was some form of scavenger hunt you needed to complete to find them. Chuck found this out when he dug up a small red vial of blue-silver liquid with the label "pour me, energy. Energy I must be poured on." Confused, Chuck pocketed the liquid and checked his energy scanner. It seemed to be dead. No bleeps, no lights, the display wasn't even illuminated. As Chuck studied it further, he noticed a small groove that looked like it was meant to hold liquid by the main display. Fumbling in his pocket, Chuck pulled out the vial, dropping it in the process. It fell to the ground with a clink, and a little of the liquid poured out. The ground beneath where the liquid poured out immediately warped and changed. It twisted and formed a shape on the ground. A sort of building and a diagram. Chuck grabbed the vial and stared at it in complete amazement, and decided to just slip it into the vial connection chamber in the energy scanner. It started beeping again, and Chuck sighed in relief. The trail was hot again.
He ran down streets, dodging all the many muggers and rapists, and skidded to a halt outside a large building. The museum. He checked his energy scanner and bolted in, ignoring the cries of protest from the ticket clerk.
Inside was a vast hall of priceless artifacts and paintings. Ignoring them, Chuck tore through the building, knocking over a statue in the process. "Oi!!" A security guard started chasing him as Chuck glanced at the scanner and started up the stairs. More security guards joined the chase as he knocked over a shelf of vases to hinder their progress. Dodging into a back room, Chuck barricaded the door with some shelving and caught his breath. The only way out was a window and he still hadn't found the gem. The bleeping was going strong, so it had to be nearby. The guards were banging on the door, and Chuck knew he didn't have much time before they broke in here and tried to beat him up.
He rapidly searched the room for the next piece of the puzzle, as the banging for louder and louder, more persistent and angry. Chuck found a small scroll inscribed with "Gem of power, seeker who shall uncover, do not despair, for the gift you seek I will soon share." Chuck hurriedly pocketed it as the door fell in and the room filled with angry men carrying security batons.
Chuck backed up towards the window, not wanting to hurt civilians. He would if forced to, but he would also avoid it at all costs. "That's it sir, you come quietly and maybe we'll leave something for your family to identify." The leader of the security team stepper forward, carrying a large machete. Chuck laughed "You idiots aren't even gonna touch me."
"You're unarmed, sir, we have weapons." The security guard raised his machete.
"I wouldn't count on that." Chuck's sword appeared to block the guard's strike, and Chuck brought his elbow into the window, smashing it and suprising the guards. He smiled "See you guys in hell," Chuck let himself fall out of the window, and he admired the beauty off the glass shards in the sky as he fell. Now all he had to do was survive the fall and find the gem.