Numb [Sam]

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Dire held up a finger, "Good point, but Girl Scouts has a better ring to it. Let's be honest, any preteen boy would LOVE to be in a room full of girls."

He saw Sam doing her work with the X-Ray vision and felt a little jealousy.
His job of being a mercenary would be so much easier if devices like that were just... Built into his eyes.
"Let's go to the roof. I'll swing in through the window, and you wait there. I have a feeling he's going to try and escape through the maintenance stairs on the top of the building. Just be sure that doesn't happen."

He shot his grappling hook to the top of the building and rappelled down.
He had to admit their chemistry was great when they were on the same team.
It showed in the alien ship and it was showing in this moment here.
They had good enough chemistry that they could even fit in witty banter.
He hadn't had that in a LONG time.
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Alex was laying on his bed with a tear in his eye.
The news report of the two heroes who failed to save a runaway train was playing.
Alex wasn't watching.
He could only hear it.
Dire and Fort didn't deserve that.
His guilt was bringing that feeling back.
The feeling of losing the will to live.
It was back.
Back for too long.

Suddenly, there was a crash!
The Demonic Dire swung into the building, rolling onto the floor with a gun pointing at him.
"End of the road, kid. Put your hands up, and I won't have to shoot."

Alex's eyes went wide, he couldn't go to jail!
He would rather die.
Death was better than life.
Alex rolled out of the bed, slid out of his window, and scrambled up the stairs.
He skidded to a halt when he saw what appeared to be Fort, but he wasn't even sure at that point. He turned heel and saw Dire crawling out of his window.
"Well... This is how I said I wanted to die."
At that, he jumped.
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"God damn it." Dire said as he saw the kid flying off the edge of the building.
He leaped off the stairs, catching the kid mid-fall.
"What're you doing?!" Alex asked, horrified.
"Being a hero." He said as he shot Alex with the dart gun, putting him to sleep.
Dire positioned himself so he would break Alex's fall, leaving him unscathed.
With a sickening CRACK he felt his spine snap, his ribs crumble, and his skull fracture.
He lay trying to breath for a moment, then he disappeared in a red flash.

Dire lay on the floor of his apartment, suddenly air filled with lungs.
He began to feel pain.
Sweet, sweet pain.
He wasn't paralyzed anymore.
Good thing it wasn't his first time.
He pulled out his phone and called Sam.
"I'm at my apartment. I have the pencil and piece of paper. Come turn me in. You'll be a folk hero." He said panting as he threw the phone across the room.
The pencil and piece of paper were laying on his desk with a note.
All the note had was a winky face on it.
He just shook his head and folded it neatly into his pocket, setting his real pistols down on the table.
Then he sat.
Waiting to be taken to jail.
The Metahuman Maximum Security Prison, to be more specific.

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Dire listened to Sam speaking of the kid's condition with disinterest.
He couldn't listen to that.
Not now.
"It's not. Heroes don't have victories, but they don't have losses. Villains? They just lose..."
He paused for a moment.

"You wanna know the first person I killed?" He chuckled. "I mean, of course you don't... But the first person I killed was my sorry excuse of a dad. Back then, it was the sweetest thing I could've ever done. I was shaking with anger and hatred. You don't feel the pain of killing someone until later. You kill someone without a second thought. But all of those Christmas days alone, that's what gets you."
He stood up and put his flaming katanas in the chair and grabbed the pencil and piece of paper.
"You'll always win, because you didn't have to kill somebody to save the day. I'll always lose, because I did."
He then grinned, "Do I really gotta put my hands behind my back?"

"On the limitless counts of murder, thievery, and grand theft auto. How do you plead?" The judge asked.

His attorney stands, "Guilty, your honor."

"Therefore I sentence you to life in the Metahuman Maximum Security Prison. No possible bail. Court dismissed."

Dire was standing in handcuffs wearing a neon green prison suit.
"Green really is my color, isn't it?"
He said to Sam, smiling.
"Just remember, you had better see me everyday for 3 months. If you don't, I'll start being a naughty boy."

[[OOC: I don't intend on this being the end of this, if you don't mind. I'd like to continue it on the actual Max Prison page and give it the huge finale. If not, that's fine though.]]