From where darkness is born. (Vigilante Squad)

Alpha watched Luke curiously, each movement carefully followed as he quantified what they would be doing. They were reaching for something, and quickly enough it was revealed to be a few grenades as they were thrown towards him. A few likely to kill and one to blind him, perhaps to keep his telekinesis from properly protecting him. "Oh look at that."He muttered to himself, creating a psionic barrier between himself and the flashbang, turning away to deal with the flash that would result. the force was enough to annoy him, but the one in danger was their friend more than anything else. Not that he gave that too much mind as he let his attention fall back upon the person that had leapt off the second floor, likely having hurt themselves in the process. "Leave it to these vigilante types. Always complicating matters more than they need to. Can't even throw out a threat without them trying to kill themselves."

That was of course when a something strange happened, his body had begun to fail him. His telekinesis wasn't really working well enough, enough that the bullet hitting him chest first as he was thrown backwards. Blood welled up within his lungs, splashing out from his mouth as he found himself colliding with the ground rather hard. "Shit, that doesn't look so good." Omega muttered, looking down to Travis. "Next time, let's do this my way."

Pat himself was out, likely put out through mental bullshit. Luckily he was saved from the explosion of death.

Drifter's senses blurred as he stared up into the sky, his back.....his fucking back. It hurt so bad he was passing out from it, though that could have been the drugs but from what he could tell they were more of the muscle spasm type, as he couldn't move. He heard some extremely loud ruckus from Pat's apartment, what was going on up there? He didn't really care right now, the pain was too much. Eventually though, he saw Travis thrown from a window.....and picked up by someone he couldn't quite make out. After that, he suddenly saw a familiar figure above him, one he expected to end him. Instead.....he did the opposite.

"Jesus Christ i really am in the dark." Drifter muttered to himself as the phone called 911, soon an ambulance would arrive and he would be taken off to the hospital, again.



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24 hours later

"Travis doesn't know i know about him and the torture. Yeah, that's why i woke up in Canada. I went after him, and i was caught by the males telekinesis. I was so stupid to not prepare for the possibility he was a metahuman. Why he let me go i have no idea, but he was likely relying on his memory wipe to keep me quiet. His whole family are a bunch of genetic freaks from what i can tell, Chris, Oliver, and the man himself. I don't remember anything from that day, but the audio from the sticky recorders on my clothing don't lie. All the conversations are on there, my hours of mental torture, and plenty of information as to where i was that day. So i did a little research, finding i attacked Masters at a restaurant. The male used his power to shut the cameras off, but what he didn't know was i rigged them and the surrounding building cameras to send all the feed to a third party server i own, which just so happens to be the server I'm uploading this to. I do it every mission, it's an insurance policy i suppose.

I have proof now, plenty of it, to show the world what he and his family are. But I'm not using that just yet, no, it's a good bargaining chip. Another good bargaining chip is his relationship with the organization Rise, and the large stack of crimes against him. Every hacker in the world was watching that stunt in Belarus, they wanted to know how Lucius broke the firewall and gave everyone internet. Instead they found, well, i found, because i deleted it before anyone bothered to look, Mister Masters using mind control on the Minister of Defense. Peaceful takeover? Yeah, easy when you use mental abilities to force people to your will." Luke said, recording from his laptop camera as he sat in his bed, broken and rapped up. The video was uploading itself to Lukas' own little corner of the internet, one that only two people had access to and was sourced by an external box he had, meaning it was unhackable unless someone actually plugged something into it. He recorded everything there, audio from every mission, traffic and shop cameras regarding it, and his little journals. This was his insurance, if he ever died, everything he had could and would be exposed. And no one could get to it until then.