Mo-Cap is serious business. ( Closed to The Widower )

Wrecking Ball. What type of name was Wrecking Ball? Well, whatever it was, that was the person the Widower was out to hunt that day. A metahuman that seemed to publicise herself so much, well, they could only hope for the worst. Audrey couldn’t stand the likes of those tainted blooded mutants being idolised as stars and heroines; it was absolutely disgusting.

Audrey had been doing some research about this star, and by that it meant watching television and remembering what she looked like. That was always a good place to begin. There were millions of blondes in the world, so he had to make sure he knew every one of her features well to pinpoint her properly. He caught news of an audition for some sort of ‘Wrecking Ball’ video game. He had no clue whether she would even be there, but it was a good place to start. Why should a metahuman be considered a hero anyway? They were nothing but a virus that needed to be eradicated.

He found a way to sneak his way into the audition area. Nobody seemed to notice, or give him any attention, really. With his usual formal gear, he could probably make up a lie and say he was a manager of somebody auditioning. The room was filled to the brim with blondes and their managers, who were tapping away at whatever new fangled intelligent phones they had. What befuddled him most about it was their outfits - they were ridiculous looking. He scanned the room for any sign of the actual Wrecking Ball. Out of all the narcissistic blondes who spoke of their successes in the acting world, there was one that was definitely out of place. She had her head in her hands, and looked as if being in that very room was like suffering.

He heard that statement she said: “God. Somebody shoot me”, and he was incredibly tempted to let that come true. He moved his hand to his hip, and ran a hand over the handle of his favourite revolver. No. He couldn’t reveal himself just yet. Not until he was sure that the girl was the one he was looking for. So there he stood in the corner, staring at this odd apple in the bunch. He was there for a reason, and if his target was in that very room; well, she wasn’t going to get out alive.