many of horror

many of horror

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Welcome to Scarriden. It's a city where the police officers work with superheroes and attempt to control the villains. But in this city, the civilians aren't perfectly happy with that. They don't like the idea of these "goddamn mutants" running around and being able to do whatever the hell they want. Sure, they'll cry out for them when they're in trouble, but when they're safe, their opinions change.

So when someone offers to get rid of them for once and for all, most people don't dare ask questions. As the heroes do, they decide to engage in civil negotiations with this man. Maybe some sort of arrangement can be come to. But someone in the "villainous" team gets inside information. It turns out that the other side doesn't intend on engaging in civil negotiation with the heroes- they intend on kidnapping them.

At first, the villains don't do anything, expecting the heroes to break themselves out of it. But then, that doesn't happen. Instead, they actually do get captured. A few escape. Some get recaptured.

One, however, does escape and goes into hiding. They hear whispers of villains, villains that are smart enough to stay out of the public eye. Smart enough not to get caught. They do some research and finds the name of one, one who has been known to offer themselves out as a mercenary, a master thief for hire. They decide to ask them for help... But can a hero and a villain ever really co-operate?




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LUCIAN MITCHELL
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There was a part of Lucian that wanted to run away at the thought of this mammoth task. He had no idea how the two of them were going to take down something at this scale. But what other choice did they have? Walking away wasn't an option. Not any more.

Markus' coughing made Lucian frown. Apollo had reassured him that Markus was out of the woods, but it still seemed indicative of some pretty serious internal injury. But he smiled at the question of working together and reached out to grab Markus' hand. "One more time. To saving each other's asses all over again," he said. "And, that takes quite a lot of energy, so I think we could both do with getting some sleep."

He would have been lying if he said that he didn't want to go back to his own apartment to sleep. With the space his head was in right now, he felt as though being somewhere familiar would help. But he wasn't leaving Markus here by himself, and he wasn't risking walking through the streets alone at this hour of night. Staying here was the best option for both of them. "Right, Markus, darling, do you want a blanket? More pillows? I'm at your service, sir," he teased. "And ask for it now, because once I fall asleep, you won't have a chance of waking me up."

Mentally, he was running through his schedule for the next two weeks. Miraculously, he was in a quiet patch for once. The fashion show had been such a mammoth task that his agent had basically forced him to take two weeks off. He had one feature due in a few days time, but for once, his attention wouldn't be divided.

They were going to need every spare hour of those two weeks. Those goons were incredibly strong, and they both needed to refine their abilities to have a hope of standing their ground against them. What Lucian and Markus had against them was the power of strategy. The goons were disorganised, every man fighting for himself. That might be what it took to outsmart them.

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Markus smiled as Lucian accepted the offer of his, and as firmly as he could he gripped his hand, but it still felt fail and slightly trembling as they shook hands in agreement. He could feel exhaustion overtaking him every minute, feeling his body get heavier and heavier. He was barely able to make sure he understood what Lucian was saying, nodding all the while, "Nah, I'll be fine. It doesn't get very cold in here. The room is upstairs, it's a loft, kind of hard to miss it. If you need anything, just look around for it. I'm sure you'll find it, Lucian." he said plainly as he laid down on the couch, slowly bring his legs up and bent his knees, making himself as comfortable as he could as he crossed his arms, bringing them close to his chest. "Goodnight, Luc.." he all but mumbled the last part as sleep easily overtook him, and soon he was fast asleep to whatever dreams awaited him.

He didn't know how long he was asleep until the dreams came. The ones he always had. The memories of his parents' deaths, him being found guilty of murder, everything he had been through since he came to terms with his abilities. His body twitched and spasmed as he slept, which was an all too common occurrence for him, the sleep terrors were anyway. And with the body twitches, so came the sleep talking. Anything from mumbling and incoherent whispers to full-on conversations and yelling, but more often than not, and in this case, it was the incoherent mumblings. The dreams seemed to go on forever until he found himself on the carpeted hardwood floor of his apartment.

Slowly he blinked as he laid there motionless on the floor as the world slowly spun around him, a soft groan came from him as he tried concentrating on where he was. It finally hit him like a semi-truck when he remembered the prior night. He had been walking home when he was jumped and brutally attacked by two men, more than likely connected to the event that they had been a part of. His memory after that was rather hazy, but when he thought more on it he remembered that Lucian had stayed the night and was probably still asleep as the sun was just now starting to come through the curtains of the windows in his apartment. He slowly sat up, feeling everything in his body ring out in pain as he slowly made it to his feet, and slowly shuffled his way to the bathroom.

It was now that he finally got a good look at himself in the mirror, almost jumping back as he didn't recognize his appearance at first. "Jesus fucking christ.." he mumbled, dipping his head down he turned the faucet on and washed his face gently, the water stinging the fresh cuts for a moment until it became more of a healing tingle. He took some more pills and swallowed them without water as he made his way back into the living room, looking at the papers and USB drive he had he thought it would be a good idea to start doing some investigating as it couldn't have been any later than 7am. He opened his computer and after a few minutes of downloading and installing a few fire falls and extra safety precautions, he got to work. He installed the USB drive and got to work on his computer as well as looking over the papers, for anything that could help them as he now had the time to properly study them.

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LUCIAN MITCHELL
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Lucian thought it would feel strange sleeping alone in someone else's bed, but instead, he passed out almost immediately. He'd been expecting nightmares- and he was right. They varied, but they were almost always the same. Being trapped, unable to fight back, waiting for somebody to kill him. Sometimes, he saw faces taunting him. Tonight, he could hear screaming. And no matter how much he fought, how much he struggled, they were always just too far away for him to reach. Lucian didn't talk in his sleep, not unless things were spectacularly bad. Unbeknownst to him, this was one of those nights. His body desperately required rest, but the sheer panic of his mind led him to awake a few hours earlier than he usually would.

When he awoke, it took him a moment to remember where he was and what had happened. And then the pain hit. The migraine that felt like somebody was driving a spike through his brain, the ache in his muscles, the harshness of the light. He somehow managed to drag his ass down the stairs, where Markus was already awake. Incapable of speech at that very moment, Lucian just grabbed the painkillers from where he'd left them on the table, downing two dry, and grabbed the baseball cap he'd been wearing from the night before and pulled it on in an attempt to shield his sensitive eyes from the worst of the light. "Coffee?" He just grumbled at Markus, before making his way over to the small kitchen area.

His whole body ached with the effort of having used his ability the night before, and the hangover and having basically carried Markus up most of those stairs certainly wasn't helping. He needed more sleep, but his mind refused to go back to the place of nightmares. And, besides, they actually needed to get planning. Lucian managed to make himself a cup of coffee and drained it almost in one single go, before pouring himself another.

"Anything useful in there?" He asked, looking over at the hero.

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Markus had been awake for a few hours by the time he heard noises coming from the loft above, alerting him to that Lucian was now awake, a bit earlier than he expected if he was being honest. He expected Lucian to be asleep for a lot longer considering he was still healing from a gunshot wound, as well as a few broken ribs. Not that he was one to talk, especially now considering what happened the prior night. Markus was busy at work as he had studied everything he could see from the data he collected, as well as from the files he collected as well. And what he learned, actually terrified him to the core. He didn't think anything like that was even planned, nevermind by villains, let alone anyone else. He felt his stomach drop at even the thought of what he read.

He looked up when he saw Lucian come down the stairs and go directly for the kitchen, asking if he wanted any coffee. He silently declined as he shook his head, finally stepped away from the computer as he walked over to the windows, which faced towards the middle of the city, wasn't much of a view, but for what it was it was above simply being nice. Markus silently paced back and forth across the room thinking, thinking about what they were going to do about what they discovered. It was until Lucian asked if he found anything that he finally stopped pacing back and forth like a crazed person.

Markus looked up at him silently for a moment and gave him a look he never gave Lucian before, one of primal fear and uncertainty as he finally spoke up, his voice was low and somewhat held a sense of fear as he fumbled for words. "Lucian...They're planning...They're planning on gathering up all the young kids in Scarriden that are like us to...To sell them off to the highest bidder, whoever grants them the highest bid, they get one of the kids. If what is on those papers and on that hard drive is true, we're looking at fifty kids already taken, and counting." Markus' voice went raw as he tried to contain his emotions and feelings of disgust that ran through him.

"Basically, they're planning on auctioning the kids off to some high up scientists and other facilities that will use them for experiments, essentially turning them into their home made weapons and who else knows what. I already knew this happened before, but this is on a much, much larger scale..." Markus said as he covered his mouth with his hand for a moment as he thought. He looked at the papers on the table that were next to the computer and sighed, brushing his hands through his hair once more. "We have two weeks to stop this, or those kids are gone. I don't even know if we could trust anyone else in this. This feels too off and almost like it's being orchestrated by law enforcement. Several of the names belong to at least four of the officers spread throughout the city, and who knows who else is a part of this. We're on our own for this one, and I honestly don't know if we can help them all. The locations are on the papers there, I don't recognize any of them, and everything I pulled up comes to a dead end there. Maybe if you take a look at them you can figure something out?" Markus gestured to the papers and folders behind Lucian. His head began to hurt, not from physical pain, but more so from the primal fear and emptiness, he began to feel as he thought about what was actually going on, and how over their heads they were going with this.

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LUCIAN MITCHELL
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Lucian knew the moment he saw Markus' expression that this was worse than either of them had imagined. But he couldn't have imagined it was as bad as it was. The minute he mentioned that they were kidnapping kids, it felt like Lucian was going to pass out again. In that moment, he wasn't Maelstrom, he wasn't Lucian Mitchell, he was the scared kid who had been drugged and stolen in the middle of the night, who had screamed himself hoarse in the hope that somebody might hear, who fought back only out of a primal fear of death. And he realised that this mightn't have been the first time that this was happening.

He suddenly became aware of a sharp pain in one hand, and snapped back to reality, discovering that he'd somehow managed to shatter the coffee cup that had been in his hand. A shard had embedded itself into the flesh and the hot coffee burned as he swore to himself and turned to the sink, running cold water over his hand as he carefully pulled out the fragments. He'd missed what Markus had said. His good hand shook as he propped himself up against the counter, feeling as though his whole body was shaking. He forced himself to take a deep breath, trying to slow his heart rate. He was glad that his stomach was empty, because the nausea was almost overwhelming.

"I... I think this happened before," he managed to get out. "About twelve years ago. They... they targeted the homeless kids first." He couldn't look at Markus. "I... I only know of one case. The kid fought back and escaped. But... that's not saying that there wasn't more. I can... I'll have a look at my own case files, see if there's anything." It was then he realised that Markus had said something about law enforcement. "Fucking hell. The cops are supposed to help kids like that, not... not round them up and sell them to the highest bidder," he swore. "They call us the monsters."

"I- I- Markus, I need to head back to my apartment, I need to get changed, I need to grab stuff." He said. In reality, he needed to get the hell out of this apartment before he lost it and trashed everything, either intentionally or unintentionally. "I'll be back in, I dunno, half an hour? Call me if you need anything," he said, zipping up his hoodie and pulling the cap low over his face.

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Markus could easily tell what he said had an immense affect on Lucian. With his face paling, his body language drastically changing, and from how his voice sounded, he could tell Lucian was scared by what he told him. How the reality of the situation on him had such a powerful impact, Markus knew that Lucian wasn't entirely bad. At least not deep down or when it came to kids, something that was slightly endearing about him. But that wasn't the time for him to think on that. Markus listened and nodded as Lucian spoke, listening to everything he had to say and his stance and opinion on what Lucian thought, albeit with how sparatic his comments were in the moment. He watched as Lucian gathered his things and said he'd be back later, and that he needed to get a few things.

He stood up and looked at Lucian with clear worry on his face, "Be safe, Lucian. I'll do what more investigating I can later. While you're gone I'll get some food and supplies, seeing as we'll be camping out here more often than not. I'll see you soon, Lucian." he said as he finally watched Lucian walk off after some more words were exchanged. Quickly Markus gathered the papers and folders, as well as the hard drive, and whiped what was on his computer, making sure there were no ways of tracking his location. He hid them in a secret safe in his apartment, hiding his computer in another spot as well, wasn't going to be careless and have it in the same spot.

Markus grabbed a hat and sunglasses as well and left to the nearest supermarket for some funk food and simple pain medication, and some drinks. He'd order food for later when Lucian got back so it'd be as good as it could be. He made a few more painful trips to some more stores, but he was all too quickly done and back at his apartment. He put all of the snacks and drinks and pain medication on the counter, and sat back down on the couch, giving himself a moment to rest before Lucian got back to the apartment and they could work on their plans a bit more. He thought for a moment, and pulled out his pc again, and did some digging. He was curious was Lucian had taken it so personally, and after a bit of digging he figured out why.

According to some articles and papers, when Lucian was younger he was forced from place to place, never finding a good home or permanent place to stay. At least that was until he became a well-known villain over the years who donned himself as Maelstrom. Markus sat back and everything made sense. Lucian didn't have a good upbringing, and neither did he. He was left alone to fend for himself in a fucked-up world such as their's, and it made sense. No wonder why he would be so hate-filled and angry. It would only be natural. And part of Markus couldn't help but feel sorry for him, as part of him felt like he could understand and connect with some of Lucian's struggles.

But that wasn't for the time for this, and he knew that. He'd need to make sure that they could find the people responsible for this, and get the kids out of there before anything happened to them.

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The light from outside hit his eyes and Lucian squinted, wincing a little at the sudden worsening of his migraine. He'd initially planned on walking, but suddenly felt like his legs mightn't have held him up the whole way. So instead he flagged down a passing taxi and kept his head down. He knew that his reaction had to have given him away to Markus, revealed that he wasn't as cold, as difficult to upset, as he'd wanted to seem. Every cell in his body screamed at him for giving that away, for revealing the only chink in his armour. It was a weakness, one Markus could exploit if he wanted. But Lucian felt like Markus wouldn't do that. He seemed like a genuinely good guy. And Lucian wasn't sure how he felt about that. Despite how inebriated he'd been the previous night, the events after leaving his apartment were crystal clear, and thinking about them made the nausea worsen. Seeing Markus in that state-

The taxi driver suddenly pulled to a halt and announced that they were at their destination. Lucian handed over the money and slipped back into his apartment. He couldn't think about that right now. He went straight to the bathroom, downing two more painkillers and one of the anxiety pills he'd... acquired for days like this, when things were bad. He quickly showered and changed into something that felt a little more Lucian Mitchell. But even still, as the pills started to kick in and take the edge off the worst of the pain, Lucian couldn't quite pull himself together.

He had killed his kidnapper. The police had found where Lucian had been kept, and there, they found his body from where Lucian had panicked and repeatedly attacked the man. That had been case closed. It had been as close to closure as Lucian was ever going to get. And now the stitches had been ripped open all over again, and it had been worse than Lucian had even imagined.

He sank his head into his hands. He needed to face this. He needed to be there, and he needed to be present to make sure that this didn't happen to anyone else. He felt that familiar spark burn in his chest, and let himself exhale slowly, feeling it bloom until it cleared his head. He knew what he needed to do.

He got to his feet and grabbed a bag, throwing his laptop into it and digging out what little paper files he kept around the place. Pulling on some sunglasses, he mentally braced himself and waltzed out of the apartment. Even as terrible as he felt, despite the pounding in his head, he made himself walk to Markus' apartment. A few people recognised him, but he embraced that, posing for pictures. The media pressure was off for now. It was always the worst right before a big event as the world began to pay attention, but Lucian was a relatively small fish in a huge pond. There was always someone else just as interesting. It was how he'd avoided anyone finding out before that.

He swanned back into Markus's apartment building, knocking boldly on the door and waltzing right back in. It was as much an act to make him feel better as it was an act for when he was in public. "Right, Markus, darling, are you ready to get to work?" He asked as he made his way back over to the couch. "There's a case I think you need to read, it's the case file from twelve years ago. Read it all before you say anything or come to any decisions." Facing this head on was terrifying. But maybe getting Markus on board to help him face it would make things a little less terrifying. Lucian's surname was different at the time, back before he'd taken Mitchell after the last good foster family he'd had, but there was details in the file that made it pretty damn clear who it was. He opened up the casefile from his kidnapping and passed the laptop to Markus.

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