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Scarriden

a part of many of horror, by iCat.

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Markus "Shadowfaux" Vasco [83] "If we do not maintain justice, justice will not maintain us. "
Lucian Mitchell [83] what doesn't kill me makes me vicious

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LUCIAN MITCHELL
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xxi can take all that you can give
xxit’s survival of the sickest
xxi am not afraid, bring the pain
xxwhat doesn’t kill me makes me vicious

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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 VASCO
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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
the villain - 2d2a2f - outfit
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xxi can take all that you can give
xxit’s survival of the sickest
xxi am not afraid, bring the pain
xxwhat doesn’t kill me makes me vicious

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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.